dictionary — (uncountable) (idiomatic) often in the phrase on cloud nine: a state of bliss, elation or happiness.
summary !! after years of constant pining after his best friend’s sister, yn finally takes notice of sohee and sohee swears he’s on cloud 9. or in other words, loser sohee finally gets the girl.
pairing !! sohee x f!reader
genre !! fluff, humor, angst, smau, suggestive
warnings !! swearing, suggestive jokes, dying jokes + sohee is referred to as a ‘loser’ like a lot 😭
updating schedule !! wednesdays AND fridays
disclaimer !! keep in mind ALL cloud 9 characters are FICTIONAL. i’m never claiming any of the riize members are in any way how i’m writing them out to be in this smau. if you don’t like how i’m portraying a member please simply stop reading and scroll away.
content — college au, stem au, rivals to lovers, forced proximity, academic rivals, slow burn, angst, hurt/comfort, emotional distress, university stress, drinking, miscommunication, idiots in denial, tension, banter, fluff, humor attempt.
warnings — strong language (swearing, insults), academic stress/anxiety, alcohol consumption, emotional distress (crying, guilt, yelling), minor hangover mention.
note — This is my 100 followers special!!! I took a whole month to write this, i hope u guys like it!!! Reblogs are appreciated!
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You blame Biochemistry I.
If that class didn't exist, you would have gone your entire university career blissfully unaware of Song Eunseok's existence. He would have stayed in his chemistry building, you would have stayed in your biology labs, and you both would have graduated with your perfect GPAs and your sanity intact.
Instead, here you are. Two years later. Biochem III. And apparently, the universe isn't done torturing you yet.
It all starts on a sunny Tuesday. You're walking to uni with your usual group of friends: Sohee, same major as you; Anton, a chem major; Yujin and Karina, both physics majors.
You take a deep breath through your nose. "Start of a fresh year and semester. Can you guys smell that?"
"What, the smell of despair that this part of uni always carries?" Yujin offers.
You throw an arm around her shoulders. "Well yes, but no, my dear friend. The smell of another year of success and thriving."
"You mean another year of you and Eunseok fighting over who gets better grades in biochem?" Sohee cuts in.
You scowl. "See, this would have been a perfect day if you didn't remind me of that."
"You guys are still going at it?" Karina asks. "It's your third year. Aren't you tired?"
You shrug. "I'll stop when he stops being an asshole."
Across the circle, Anton's eyes go wide. He starts making frantic gestures—jerking his head to the side, widening his eyes, the whole performance. You're too focused on your righteous indignation to register it.
"Asshole?"
The voice comes from behind you. Smooth. Infuriating. Familiar in a way that makes your eye twitch.
You turn. Of course. Song Eunseok stands there with his group—Sungchan, Seunghan, Wonbin, Shotaro and Sion. They must have been walking right behind you this whole time. Anton's signals suddenly make sense.
Eunseok presses a hand to his chest in mock offense. "That hurts deep, sweetheart. At least you could try and find a better insult, don't you think?"
"Fuck off, Song. Don't ruin my day this early."
He holds up his hands in surrender, but that insufferable smirk stays firmly in place. "Just because I'm nice, I'll go away this time." He takes a step backward, then pauses. "But don't miss me too much, okay?"
He blows you a kiss.
Sungchan grabs his arm and starts dragging him away before you can respond. Seunghan lingers just long enough to shoot your group an apologetic look before following.
The thing is—unfortunately for you—even though you have your own friend group, your circle and Eunseok's circle basically overlap. They all know each other. They're all friends, actually. Student council, shared classes, mutual acquaintances—somehow, you're all tangled up together.
Except for you and Eunseok. You two are the exception.
You watch them walk away, then round on your friends. "You see??? He always starts this shit."
Anton raises an eyebrow. "Well... to be fair, you did call him an asshole."
"I—well. It's what he is. And it's not my fault he likes to overhear other people's conversations."
Anton shakes his head, laughing.
Sohee checks his phone and his eyes go wide. "Shit. Y/N, we need to go. Molecular bio starts in five."
You're already moving. Yujin calls after you, "See you guys at lunch!"
You wave without looking back, and then you're through the doors of the biology building. Safe. For now.
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Your morning has been going great. Everything flowing smoothly back into the rhythm of classes. Molecular bio was fine, your professors seem decent, and you even managed to grab a good coffee on the way in.
But now? Now it's time for Biochemistry III.
You grab Sohee's arm and start pulling him toward the science building. "Let's go. I wanna get there so I can find a good seat."
"I'm going, I'm going," he grumbles, trailing behind you. "Jesus."
You both enter the classroom and it's still relatively empty. You claim a spot in the second row—close enough to see the professor clearly, far enough that you don't look like a teacher's pet. You and Sohee fall into an easy conversation, catching up about summer break, and you don't notice when the rest of the classroom fills up around you.
Your attention snaps to the front when the professor walks in and greets the class.
Professor Kim is the same one you've had for Biochem I and II. He knows you. He knows Eunseok. He definitely knows that you two existing in the same space is a hazard. So when he starts his usual first-day introduction, you let yourself relax.
Big mistake.
"Okay everyone, now for this year's evaluation," Professor Kim announces. "You will have a test worth 40% of your grade. But this year, I decided to do something different. You'll have a practical component worth 60%. This practical will consist of an essay worth 20%, a seminar presentation of that essay topic worth another 20%, and finally, the lab component worth the remaining 20%. This will last all semester and will be done in pairs."
The classroom erupts into chatter.
"Settle down, everyone." Professor Kim holds up a hand. "I know you're all already planning partners, but I will be the one doing the pairing."
The whole class groans in unison.
He pulls out a clipboard. "I'll start pairing now."
You zone out a little, mentally running through who you'd want to work with if you had a choice. Sohee, obviously. Maybe that quiet girl in the back who actually does her readings—
Sohee suddenly cheers next to you, spinning around to dab up someone behind him. You turn. Anton. You must have missed him entering class. Of course. Of course Sohee gets paired with his best friend.
Lucky bastard.
"L/N Y/N..." Professor Kim scans his paper. "And Song Eunseok."
Everything stops.
The chatter around you shifts—whispers, giggles, a few people openly turning to stare. You're already on your feet before you fully process it. Across the room, Eunseok stands at the exact same moment.
"Professor, this has to be a mistake. Surely," you say, trying to sound reasonable and not like you're about to commit a crime.
"I request re-pairing on academic incompatibility grounds," Eunseok says smoothly, and you shoot him a glare. Who does he think he is, using big words to sound smarter while also trying to escape you?
Professor Kim looks between you both with an amused glint in his eye. Like this is entertaining to him. "You both sit down. I am not changing pairs. This will be good for you—force you to work on teamwork."
You drop back into your seat with a huff loud enough to make Sohee wince.
He pats your shoulder carefully, like you're a bomb about to go off. "It could be worse, Y/N. It could be someone who doesn't work at all."
"No offense, Hee, but I would rather do all the work alone than work with dipshit over there."
Behind you, Anton giggles. You throw him a pointed look over your shoulder and his hands shoot up in immediate surrender.
You groan and drop your forehead onto the desk, letting it thunk against the surface a few times for good measure. Under your breath, you murmur every curse word you know. A few hexes too, just for good luck.
When you finally look up, you make the mistake of scanning the room.
Eunseok is already looking at you.
Of course he is.
He smirks. Then—slowly, deliberately—he brings two fingers to his lips and blows you a kiss.
You stare back with a look that should put him six feet under.
He just smiles.
Anton and Sohee exchange a glance over your head. "This is gonna be a long semester," Anton sighs.
The rest of class passes in a blur. You don't hear a single word Professor Kim says about the syllabus. You're too busy plotting how to survive this without committing murder.
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When class is finally dismissed, you're the first one out the door. You need air. You need to scream. You need to find a hole to crawl into and never come out.
Sohee and Anton catch up to you quickly. Sohee loops an arm around your shoulder, steering you toward the path off campus. "Let's go to the café. Karina and Yujin are already waiting."
You let yourself be dragged.
The café near campus is busy, but your friends have already claimed a table by the window. You drop into a seat across from Karina, scowl firmly in place.
Karina raises an eyebrow. "What could have possibly happened in morning classes that has you looking like that already? It's the first day back."
"Right?" Yujin teases. "You were so happy and joyful this morning."
You open your mouth to answer, but Sohee beats you to it. "The biochem professor paired her with Eunseok for a semester's worth of work."
Karina and Yujin exchange a look. Then they both start snickering.
"Oh, what I wouldn't give to be a fly on that classroom wall," Yujin says.
Anton leans forward eagerly. "You missed them both jumping up at the same time to beg the professor to change partners. It was like a coordinated attack."
They giggle. Karina turns to Anton. "Who did you get paired with?"
Anton grins and slings an arm around Sohee's shoulders. The two of them beam like they've won the lottery.
"Lucky bastards," you mutter. Then, louder: "The teacher did this on purpose. I'm sure of it. He knows me and Ass Song don't get along at all."
Yujin tilts her head. "Maybe you can try and resolve your differences? Or whatever you guys have going on?"
Karina's eyes light up with mischief. "Maybe the teacher is trying to make his own rivals-to-lovers show happen right in his classroom."
Sohee snorts into his drink.
You give Karina the most disgusted look you can muster. "Take that back."
She just laughs.
Yujin shrugs. "I mean... he is good looking. And there's definitely some tension between you two..."
You slap both hands over your ears. "La la la la la. Can't hear you."
The table dissolves into laughter.
You drop your hands and glare at all of them. "Can we just have lunch before I barf what I don't even have in my stomach yet? Thanks."
They're still chuckling when the food arrives, but you're too busy eating—and thinking—to join in.
You need a plan. A strategy. A way to survive this semester with your grades and your sanity intact.
Easier said than done.
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When you finally get back to your dorm room, you're greeted by the familiar scent of your incense. You breathe it in deep, letting it ground you.
It's a small dorm—barely big enough for a bed, a desk, and a closet—but you're lucky enough to have a private bathroom and a mini kitchen. A luxury in student housing terms.
"Finally," you murmur.
You toe off your shoes, drop your bag by the door, and launch yourself onto the bed. Face-first. Into the pillow.
And then you scream.
It's muffled and probably sounds unhinged to anyone passing by in the hallway, but you don't care. You let the day's frustration pour out until your lungs burn.
Your phone dings.
You groan, fumbling for it blindly.
Unknown Number: hey
You squint at the screen.
You: who is this
Unknown Number: the greatest partner you'll ever have in your life ;)
Your blood runs cold. Then hot. Then cold again.
Fucking Eunseok.
You: who gave u my number
Song Eunseok: anton
You make a mental note to kill Anton tomorrow. Slowly. Painfully.
You: so what do u want
Song Eunseok: well partner we need to figure out how we're gonna do this project
You: meet me after classes at 5 pm near the cafe. and dont be late
Song Eunseok: yes ma'am. don't wanna upset miss scholar over here
You bury your face in the pillow again and scream. Louder this time.
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Dinner is takeout. You're too drained to cook, too irritated to pretend otherwise. Some greasy noodles from the place down the street become your dinner, eaten cross-legged on your bed while some random Netflix movie plays in the background.
You're not really watching it. You're just... existing. Letting the noise fill the space so you don't have to think.
Eventually, sleep pulls you under.
You need it. A good night's rest, because God knows you'll need every ounce of strength to deal with the devil tomorrow.
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It's 4:55 PM and you're pushing open the door to the café, fully prepared to wait at least ten minutes for Eunseok to show up like the inconsiderate asshole he is.
He's already there.
Sitting at a table by the window. Two drinks in front of him. Looking annoyingly comfortable, like he owns the place.
You swallow your irritation and drop into the seat across from him. No hello. No pleasantries. Just: "How are we doing this?"
Eunseok raises an eyebrow. "I don't know. You're the one who likes to be bossy all the time. Now you're not?"
You paste on your most sarcastic smile. "I was trying to be nice. Give you a chance to think about something in your life for once."
"Wow. Generous."
"Fine." You lean back, crossing your arms. "I'll tell you my plan. We pick a topic we're both good at. I do the bio part, you do the chem part. In a few weeks, we meet up again to put it all together."
Eunseok tilts his head. "And the lab?"
"You stay out of my way and let me work. I don't bother you, you don't bother me."
He lets out a short laugh. "Me stay out of your way? Sweetheart, I'm not the one in this conversation who got a 80% in Biochem II lab, am I?"
Your jaw tightens. The jab lands exactly where he aimed it—right in the sore spot you've been trying to ignore. You don't give him the satisfaction of an explanation. You don't tell him about the family emergency that semester, the sleepless weeks, the way that grade still haunts your GPA.
You just stare him down. "Do we have a deal or not?"
Something flickers in his expression. Too fast to name. Then it's gone.
"Sure." He shrugs like he couldn't care less. "Let's meet in a month to see how we're doing. Let's just pick a topic and get this over with. I have better shit to do than be here."
"Like I wanna be here either," you mutter under your breath.
You manage to agree on a topic in record time—something boring enough to be safe, interesting enough to pass. Then you're both out of your seats and heading in opposite directions without a backward glance.
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You stop by your dorm just long enough to change into something more comfortable. Sweatpants. An oversized hoodie. The uniform of someone who needs to decompress.
Tonight is a small gathering at Anton and Sohee's apartment—just dinner, drinks, and the familiar chaos of your friend group. It's close to campus, maybe a ten-minute walk, which means you don't have to think too hard about navigating there on autopilot.
You're the last to arrive, because someone had to be responsible and pick up drinks on the way.
Sohee opens the door with a grin, immediately snatching the bags from your hands. "My hero."
"Where's Anton?"
He jerks his head toward the kitchen. "In there."
"Thanks." You step inside, past the girls already settled on the couch, and take a deep breath.
"ANTON LEE."
The volume startles Karina and Yujin, who whip around with wide eyes. Sohee freezes mid-step, drinks still in hand, looking confused as hell.
In the kitchen doorway, Anton freezes too.
"Y-Yes?"
You march toward him. "What made you think it would be a good idea to give my number to Eunseok and NOT TELL ME?"
His face cycles through several expressions—confusion, realization, fear—before settling on something pitiful. "Well... he asked? Said it was for the project? I didn't know I wasn't supposed to—" He pouts. Actually pouts.
The anger drains out of you as fast as it came. You deflate with a sigh. "Fuck. Sorry. I didn't mean to yell. You didn't do anything wrong. Just... give me a heads-up next time, okay?"
He brightens immediately, nodding eagerly.
Sohee appears behind you, handing you a drink. "Can we eat now? I'm starving."
You take the drink and let him steer you toward the living room, where food is already spread out on the coffee table. The night dissolves into what you needed it to be—loud laughter, terrible game decisions, the warmth of people who don't require explanations.
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By 1 AM, you and the girls are ready to head back to the dorms. Karina and Yujin share a room next to yours, so the walk home is a group effort.
"Bye, guys. See you tomorrow," you call over your shoulder.
Sohee waves from the doorway. Anton is already half-asleep on the couch behind him.
You're halfway down the path when you remember. You spin around. "SOHEE. Don't forget your lab coat tomorrow. Biochem lab at four."
He gives you a thumbs up. Or a middle finger. It's too dark to tell. You decide to believe it was a thumbs up.
Karina loops her arm through yours as you walk, Yujin on her other side. The campus is quiet this late, streetlights casting soft pools of light along the path.
"You okay?" Karina asks quietly.
You think about it. The project. Eunseok's stupid face.
"Yeah," you say. And mean it. "I will be."
The dorm building comes into view. Tomorrow is another day. Another battle. But for now, you have good friends, a full stomach, and the kind of tired that promises actual sleep.
It's enough.
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The day you've been dreading arrives earlier than expected.
Your head throbs gently from last night's drinks—nothing debilitating, just a persistent reminder that maybe downing that last shot with Karina wasn't your smartest move. Especially not the night before your first lab session with Eunseok as your official partner.
You, Sohee, and Anton walk into the biochem lab together. They peel off toward one of the benches near the window, already chatting about something stupid, while you make your way to the bench where Eunseok is already seated.
You nod at him. Barely. The bare minimum of acknowledgment required to function as human beings sharing a workspace.
He takes one look at your face and grins.
"Too much fun last night, huh? Right before lab." He clicks his tongue. "So rebellious of Miss Academic."
You drop your bag onto the bench with more force than necessary. "Did you come with the asshole factory setting, or did you acquire it later in life? I'm genuinely curious."
Behind Eunseok, Seunghan—his best friend, who's taking this class as an elective—lets out a bark of laughter. "She clocked you, not gonna lie."
Eunseok turns and flicks his forehead. "Whose side are you on?"
Seunghan just shrugs, still grinning.
Before Eunseok can retaliate, the professor walks in and starts handing out the protocol sheets. You reach for yours—
Eunseok snatches it first.
"Excuse me. I was reading that."
He holds it just out of your reach, scanning the page. "Well, I gotta read it too, partner. Don't you think?"
You bite back the first five responses that come to mind. Not worth it. Not in front of the whole class. You settle for a long, slow exhale through your nose and turn to gather materials instead.
The first part of the lab goes... okay. Stilted. Functional. You work on opposite sides of the bench, communicating in grunts and pointed silences. It's almost sustainable.
Then you reach the final part of the protocol.
You pick up the micropipette.
Eunseok's head snaps up. "Why are you doing that part?"
"Because I reached it first. And I'm used to doing this."
"And I'm not?" He reaches for the pipette. "Give it to me. I can do it better."
"You literally don't even know what volume we're—"
"I know how to read a protocol, thanks."
"Then read it and back off—"
"You back off—"
Your hands are both on the pipette now. The bench vibrates. A beaker near the edge wobbles once, twice—
Crash.
Solution spills across the bench, dripping onto your lab coats, pooling around the equipment. You both freeze.
"You see what you did?" You yank the pipette free. "If you'd just stayed quiet and let me do this, this would not have happened."
"Me?" He stares at you, incredulous. "You knocked it down."
"I—"
"Something wrong here?"
The professor appears at your elbow like a particularly inconvenient ghost. You force your face into something resembling calm and paste on a smile.
"No, sir! Just a little spill. We'll clean it right up."
The professor eyes you both. Suspiciously. For a long moment. Then he nods and moves on.
Eunseok mutters under his breath, "Kiss ass."
You shoot him a look that could kill.
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The rest of the lab is spent in tense, meticulous silence. You clean up together—physically close but emotionally light-years apart—and somehow manage to finish the protocol without any more disasters.
When class ends, you're packing your bag with aggressive, jerky movements. Eunseok slings his bag over his shoulder and pauses.
"Don't get in my way next time, sweetheart. Okay?"
He doesn't wait for an answer. Just walks off toward the door like he didn't just ruin your entire morning.
You stare after him. Your hand closes around the nearest object—a textbook, heavy, perfectly throwable—and you're already calculating the trajectory when someone grabs your wrist.
"Y/N. No."
Anton. Of course.
"He's just trying to get under your skin," Anton says gently, prying the book from your fingers. "Don't let him."
You drop your forehead into your palm and groan. Long. Loud. From the soul.
Sohee appears on your other side, patting your shoulder sympathetically. "One lab down. How many more to go?"
"The rest of the semester," you say into your hand. "The rest of my life. Forever."
"It's not forever."
"It feels like forever."
They walk you out of the lab, one on each side like bodyguards escorting a witness in danger. Which, honestly? Accurate.
Another day of dealing with the devil done.
You might actually go insane by the end of this semester.
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Two weeks of successfully ignoring Eunseok and avoiding fights with him. Two weeks of peaceful, blissful, rivalry-free existence.
And now you have to ruin it by calling him.
You stare at his contact name—"Ass Song (do not answer)"—for a full thirty seconds before finally pressing call. He picks up on the third ring.
"Sweetheart." His voice drips with amusement. "Miss me so much you're calling me now?"
"Please. You flatter yourself too much." You lean against your desk, pinching the bridge of your nose. "I need you to send me your part of the project. We have to deliver the first draft tomorrow."
A pause. You can practically hear him smirking.
"Sure. I'll send it right now."
You blink. No argument? No jab about you being bossy or rushing him?
"Oh. Okay. Thanks."
You hang up before he can say anything else.
True to his word, his file arrives in your inbox five minutes later. You merge it with yours without actually looking at it—future you problem—and submit the whole thing to the professor with a relieved sigh.
One less thing to worry about.
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Your dorm feels too small tonight. Too quiet. You fire off a text to the group chat.
You: hey are u guys in ur dorm? im bored and wanna hang
Karina: come over!!
Yujin: door's open <3
You grab your pillow (their couch is somehow always uncomfortable) and make the short trip next door.
You knock once before pushing in. "Sup, ladies! What are y'all up to?"
Karina looks up from her bathroom mirror, face half-covered in green clay. "We were about to do our skin care and were literally about to call you."
Yujin waves from her spot on the floor, already in pajamas. "Great minds think alike."
You drop onto the couch and accept the sheet mask Karina tosses at your face.
The next hour is peaceful in the way only girl nights can be—face masks, gossip, the low hum of a playlist in the background. But you notice Yujin keeps glancing at her phone. Smiling at it. The kind of smile that has nothing to do with whatever Karina is saying about her physics TA.
You narrow your eyes. "What's got you so interested in that phone of yours?"
Yujin looks up, and her cheeks go slightly pink. "Well... I've been talking to this guy. Sion."
Karina gasps. "WAIT. The one you were crushing on in thermodynamics class last year? That Sion?"
"The very same."
"How?! How did this happen? Spill everything right now."
Yujin tucks her legs under her, clearly trying to play it cool but failing miserably. "Okay, so you know how me and my ex—Chaeyoung—stayed friends after we broke up first year?"
You nod. Chaeyoung is a legend in your circle purely for how gracefully she handled that situation.
"Well, I ran into her at the cafeteria last week. She was with her new friend group, and Sion was there. I got all weird and awkward—" Yujin makes a face "—and she must have noticed, because she texted me later. Asked if I still thought he was cute."
Karina squeals. Yujin shushes her.
"I told her the truth. And she... set us up. Wingwoman ex-girlfriend style."
You stare at her. "That's one hell of a nice ex. I'm genuinely impressed you two stayed on such good terms that she's actively wingwoman-ing for you now."
Yujin grins. "Right? But anyway. We've just been texting for now. Nothing serious." She pauses. "We do have a date this Saturday, though."
Karina launches herself at Yujin in a hug that nearly knocks them both over. "OMG. We need to help you pick outfits. Full fashion show. You're trying on everything you own."
Yujin laughs, hugging her back. "Deal."
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You stay up way too late. Gossip turns into deep talk turns into random YouTube videos turns into Karina attempting to read everyone's palms.
At some point, you stretch out on the couch and sigh contentedly.
"Can I sleepover tonight?" you ask. "I know I'm literally next door, but we don't do this as much anymore. Third year is so packed with stuff."
Karina side-hugs you from her spot on the floor. Yujin nods from her bed.
"Of course, babe," Karina says. "One big sleepover like old times. It's been due."
You end the night squished together on various surfaces, watching rom-coms and ruthlessly making fun of every unrealistic moment.
"They would never catch that flight in real life," you mutter.
"He literally just ran through an airport without a ticket. Security would never."
"He's hot though," Karina offers.
"Doesn't matter. Realism matters."
Yujin throws a pillow at you. You throw it back.
Eventually, one by one, you all fall asleep—warm, safe, and exactly where you're supposed to be.
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You like to call this week "Stay Tuned: Will I Survive Midterms or Will They End Me?"
Except midterms haven't even started yet. It's Friday. The calm before the storm. And instead of using this precious, sacred, once-in-a-lifetime weekend to prepare for the hell that awaits you on Monday, you've been sitting in this study room for five hours, watching your brain slowly liquefy.
Four midterms. Five days. Starting Monday. Who in their right mind would schedule bioinformatics, molecular biology, biochemistry, and statistics in a single week? The answer, apparently, is your university's scheduling committee—a group of people who have clearly never experienced the existential dread of trying to memorize metabolic pathways while running on three hours of sleep and pure spite.
You're currently in a study room you booked specifically so you could have peace and quiet. No roommates. No friends asking to grab food. No distractions.
Just you and the abyss.
Five hours. Five. Your back hurts. Your eyes burn. And you've been staring at the same bioinformatics slide for what feels like an eternity, except the words have stopped making sense and now they just look like random letters arranged in a cruel, meaningless pattern.
You drop your head into your hands and let out a desperate sigh that echoes off the walls.
Why did you choose this major? Why didn't you just do something easy?? Like professional napping?
The door opens.
You don't look up immediately. Probably Sohee, coming to check on you, or maybe a stranger who booked the room after you—except you have it until 8 PM, so—
"Thought this room was supposed to be for studying, not for hosting a funeral."
You know that voice.
Your head snaps up. Eunseok stands in the doorway, one shoulder leaning against the frame, looking annoyingly well-rested. Like he didn't just walk out of a perfectly good nap while you've been here slowly decomposing over a laptop.
"What do you want?" Your voice comes out dry. Sandpaper. You haven't had water in three hours.
He steps inside, letting the door close behind him. "Just came to check up on you." His eyes sweep over the disaster zone that is your study space—crumpled papers, empty energy drink cans, your laptop with seventeen tabs open. "This room reeks of desperation."
"Eunseok." You press your fingers to your temples. "I don't have the patience for your remarks right now. I really, really don't."
"Don't be like that, sweetheart." He's moving closer now, and there's something in his hands you can't quite see. "I'm only here to grace you with my presence. I even brought you something."
He sets a bag on the corner of the table. A familiar logo. Your favorite coffee shop. The one ten minutes off campus that you never have time to go to anymore.
Something inside you snaps.
"Why are you really here?" The words come out sharp, jagged. You push back from the table, chair scraping against the floor. "Does this seem funny to you? I have four midterms starting Monday. Four. And you show up here—" Your voice cracks. You hate that it cracks. "What, to watch me lose my mind? Get a front-row seat to the breakdown before finals even start?"
He blinks. "I—I was just—"
"You were just what?" You're standing now. Your hands are shaking. You can't tell if it's from hunger, caffeine, or the overwhelming pressure of knowing that everything hinges on next week. "Trying to sabotage me? Distract me so I fall behind before the first exam even hits? Or worse—coming here to antagonize me so I go into midterms already defeated?"
His jaw tightens. "That's not what this is."
"No? Then what is it, Eunseok?" You laugh, but there's nothing funny about it. "Because that's what you do, isn't it? Every single class, every single project, every single grade. You have to be there. You have to be better. You have to rub it in my face every chance you get."
"Where is this coming from—"
"And now you show up here, with coffee from my favorite place, like you're some kind of—what? Good Samaritan? Like you actually care?" Your voice is rising. You can't stop it. The words are pouring out now, all the stress and exhaustion and three years of never quite measuring up finally finding an outlet. "You want to see me break. That's what this is. You saw me struggling and thought you'd come watch. Maybe get a laugh. Maybe take a picture so you can remember the moment you finally beat me."
He stares at you. His face is very still. Too still.
"Is that really what you think of me?"
"Tell me I'm wrong." You're breathing hard now. "Tell me you didn't come here just to see me like this."
He doesn't answer right away. And in that silence, something in his expression shifts. The easy amusement is gone. The playful smirk. Everything. What's left is something you've never seen on his face before.
Hurt.
"Wow." His voice is quiet. Controlled. "Good to know that's what you think."
He reaches into his bag. You hadn't even noticed he had more. He pulls out a sandwich. A banana. A pack of your favorite chips—the pink ones you always grab from the vending machine. The ones you didn't even know he knew you liked.
He drops everything onto the table. The coffee sloshes against the lid.
"I saw you through the window." His voice is steady, but there's something underneath it that you've never heard before. Something raw. "You looked like you were about to pass out. Or cry. Or both. And even though we're not—" He stops. Exhales sharply through his nose. "I thought you might need food. And coffee. Because believe it or not, I'm not actually a monster."
He steps back. The space between you suddenly feels like a canyon.
"But apparently, I'm always the bad guy in your story." He holds your gaze for a moment. His jaw works, like he's swallowing something he wants to say. "So I'll gladly 'fuck off.' Have fun with your midterms. Wouldn't want to sabotage you."
He turns. Walks to the door. Doesn't look back.
The door slams behind him with a sound that echoes through the small room and settles deep in your chest.
You stand there for a long moment. Frozen. The silence presses in on all sides.
Your eyes drift to the table. The coffee. The sandwich. The chips. The stupid banana like he was actually concerned about your potassium intake.
The coffee from the shop ten minutes away.
He went off campus. For you.
He saw you through the window. He went out of his way. He brought you your favorite coffee, and snacks, and he didn't even ask for anything in return. He just... wanted to help.
And you threw it in his face.
Your hands are shaking. You slide back into your chair, suddenly boneless. A tear slips down your cheek before you can stop it. Then another. Then a sob catches in your throat.
You bury your face in your hands and let them come.
You fucked up.
You really, really fucked up.
And now you have to get through the worst week of the semester carrying this guilt with you.
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You're in your dorm now, replaying what happened a million times in your head.
The coffee. The chips. The look on his face right before he walked out.
You don't even know what got into you. You never should have let the rage get the best of you. He was just trying to help. He went off campus. He brought your favorite coffee. And you—you threw it in his face like he was the enemy.
Fuck.
You're still sitting on your bed, staring at nothing, when a knock comes at the door.
You drag yourself up and open it. Karina and Yujin stand on the other side, already dressed up, energy buzzing off them like they've been mainlining caffeine.
"Get ready," Karina announces, pushing past you into the room. "We're going to a party."
You blink. "A what? No. Guys, I'm not in the mood."
"Yeah, no." Yujin follows Karina in, already heading for your closet. "You're going. You need to let loose before midterms week. You look like you haven't slept in weeks."
She's not wrong, but that's not the point.
You cross your arms, giving them your most stubborn look. "I said I'm not—"
"You're going, and that's final." Karina grabs your arm and starts steering you toward the bathroom. "Go shower. Me and Yujin will pick an outfit for you."
"We need to hurry," Yujin adds, already rifling through your clothes. "Anton and Sohee are picking us up."
You pause at the bathroom door. "Whose party even is this?"
"Seunghan's," Karina calls over her shoulder. "At his shared apartment with Wonbin and Sion."
Your stomach drops. Seunghan. Which means Eunseok will probably be there. Eunseok, who you screamed at four hours ago. Eunseok, who you accused of trying to sabotage you.
You eye Yujin, who is suddenly very focused on sorting through your tops. "I see why you want to go so badly."
A flush creeps up her neck. "Ugh. Well." She waves you off. "Go shower. We're gonna be late."
You laugh despite yourself and step into the bathroom.
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When you get out, the outfit is laid out on your bed like a verdict.
A red leather skirt. Thigh-high boots. A black bodysuit that definitely shows more than you usually show. The whole thing screams attention.
You stare at it. Then at Karina.
She throws her hands up defensively. "Girl, you need to look hot. Maybe find a man while you're at it."
You open your mouth to argue, then close it. You don't have the energy to fight tonight. You're already drained from the study room, from replaying Eunseok's face, from the guilt sitting heavy in your chest.
You put on the outfit. Do some light makeup—enough to look alive, not enough to look like you're trying. When you catch your reflection in the mirror, you almost don't recognize yourself.
Hot, Karina's voice echoes in your head. Maybe find a man.
The last thing you need is more complications.
Your phone buzzes.
Anton: out front
Karina grabs your hand. "Let's get this party started."
Yujin is already halfway out the door, and you let yourself be pulled along, the weight in your chest only getting heavier with every step.
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The ride to the party is lively. Sohee is already buzzed—definitely from pre-gaming if the slight slur in his voice is anything to go by.
"You didn't tell us you were pre-gaming before the party, Hee," Yujin says from the back seat.
Sohee twists around to look at her. "Yeah, because when you guys pre-game, me and Anton have to babysit the three of you. I wanna make the most of this party." He gestures between himself and you. "Y'all don't have four midterms next week. I need to let loose before them."
You smile a little at the girls bickering with Sohee. Maybe this will be fun. Maybe you should let loose.
Anton parks the car, and everyone piles out.
You stop in front of the building and your brain short-circuits. This isn't a normal apartment. This is a full-on house. Three stories, nice exterior, the kind of place you'd expect to see in a movie about rich college kids, not actual people you know.
Anton follows your gaze. "Yeah, they're loaded. Three live in one apartment, the other three in another. Top floor is storage, from what I heard."
You shoot him a confused look but don't question how he knows so much. Anton is like that—collects information like a magpie collects shiny things.
Karina bounces on her heels. "Let's go, guys. Party's already started."
You step inside and the noise hits you first. Then the smell—alcohol and something sweet, bodies pressed together, music vibrating through the floorboards. The party is already full blast, people spilling across two floors, cups in hand, dancing like there's no tomorrow.
Sohee and Anton peel off immediately to find Seunghan. Yujin practically floats toward the kitchen, probably looking for Sion.
That leaves you and Karina.
"Drinks?" she asks.
"Drinks."
You push through the crowd to the kitchen, which is somehow just as packed. Karina grabs a beer and hands it to you, but your eyes are fixed on the row of bottles on the counter.
"Pass me the tequila."
She raises an eyebrow. "You sure?"
You don't answer. Just reach for the bottle and pour yourself a shot. Then another.
Karina watches you with growing concern. "Babes, maybe slow down?"
You're already pouring the third. "I'm fine, Rina. Not even buzzed yet."
That's a lie. You can feel the warmth spreading through your chest, the edges of your thoughts starting to blur. But that's the point. You want to forget today. You want to scrape the guilt out of your ribcage and leave it here, on this sticky floor, where it can't follow you into midterms week.
Someone calls Karina's name from across the room—a friend from her physics class.
"You gonna be okay?" she asks, already half-turned toward the voice.
"Yeah." You grab your beer. "Gonna dance a little."
She squeezes your hand and disappears into the crowd.
You lose yourself on the dancefloor. The music is loud enough to drown out thoughts, the bass heavy enough to vibrate through your bones. You close your eyes and let it happen—let your body move, let the alcohol blur the edges, let the guilt loosen its grip just enough to breathe.
At some point, the heat becomes too much. Too many bodies. Too loud. You need space.
You stumble toward the stairs—definitely drunk now—and make your way up to the second floor. It's quieter here. Fewer people. The ones that are around are either deep in conversation or pressed against walls, too occupied to notice you.
You wander down the hallway, looking for somewhere to sit, and spot a door slightly ajar. Probably the bathroom. You push it open—
And walk straight into someone's chest.
Hands catch your waist to steady you. You look up, already forming an apology, and the words die in your throat.
Eunseok.
His face shifts from surprise to something harder to read. Your stomach drops. The guilt comes rushing back, sobering you faster than anything else could.
"Hi." Your voice comes out slurred. "I—hey. So."
He stares at you for a beat. "You're drunk." It's not a question. "Jesus."
He pulls you into the room—his room, you realize, glancing at the photos on the wall, the familiar jacket draped over a chair, the mess of textbooks on his desk. A room that feels painfully him.
"Sit." He guides you to the edge of his bed. "I'm going to get one of your friends."
"No." Your hand shoots out, grabbing his wrist before you can stop yourself. "Can you—can you stay? I need to talk to you."
He hesitates. You can see the war playing out on his face—the part of him that wants to walk away, the part that's too stubborn to leave you like this.
He sighs and grabs a bottle of water from his desk. "Drink this. You need to sober up."
You take it, drinking obediently while he crouches in front of you. His eyes scan your face, searching.
"I've never seen you this drunk." His voice is quieter now. "What the hell is up with you?"
You press a hand to your chest, right over the spot that's been heavy all night. "Wanted to get rid of this feeling." You look at him. "Guilt."
He frowns. "Guilt?"
"I'm sorry." The words tumble out before you can stop them. "This afternoon. I was—I was overwhelmed, and I blew up on you. And all you did was try to help me."
A tear slips down your cheek. He watches it fall, something flickering in his expression.
"You brought me coffee." Your voice cracks. "From the shop ten minutes away. And snacks. And I—I said all that stuff. I know you're not the type of person to sabotage someone. I just needed someone to blame in case midterms go wrong. And you were there. And I'm sorry."
He's quiet for a long moment. Then he sighs and reaches up, wiping the tear from your cheek with his thumb.
"I know you didn't mean it." His voice is softer than you've ever heard it. "Don't worry about it, okay?" He pauses. "I just want you to know that even if we're 'rivals'..." He does air quotes. "Doesn't mean I don't care."
He settles onto the bed next to you. Close. Closer than he needs to be.
The tequila is still buzzing in your veins, lowering every wall you've ever built. You turn to look at him. Really look.
His eyes. His nose. His lips.
"Might be the tequila talking." Your voice comes out barely above a whisper. "But you have really pretty eyes."
He goes still.
You let your gaze travel. "And nose." Your hand moves before you can think better of it, fingers brushing against his lips. "And lips."
His breath catches. You can feel it against your fingertips.
"You're drunk," he says, but his voice is rougher now. "You don't know what you're saying."
You lean closer. You can feel his breath on your skin, can see the exact moment his eyes drop to your lips—
The door swings open.
Anton stands in the doorway, chest heaving like he ran up the stairs. His eyes bounce between you and Eunseok, taking in the proximity, the position, the way you're leaning into his space.
Eunseok leans back immediately, putting distance between you. But you catch the way his jaw tightens.
"There you are." Anton exhales. He looks at Eunseok. "Thanks, bro. Karina was spiraling looking for her."
Eunseok nods, voice steady again. "Yeah. No problem. She's a little out of it. Gave her some water. She should start sobering up."
Anton crosses the room and hooks an arm around your waist, pulling you up. "Y/N? Come on. Let's go."
You let him guide you toward the door, but you look back over your shoulder.
Eunseok is still sitting on the edge of his bed, watching you. Something unreadable in his expression.
You give him a small, drunk smile.
He doesn't smile back. But he doesn't look away either.
And then Anton is pulling you out the door, and the hallway is spinning, and your memory fuzzes into nothing.
content: oneshot smau, fluff, humor, swearing, strangers to lovers, reader is an urban outfitters employee, criminally down bad sungchan, typos probably, kys/kms jokes probably, what is an antonbun smau without the members dogging on each other
synopsis: sungchan just really wants your attention.
౨ৎ note: i’ll be so honest guys, i started this with absolutely no idea in mind and then my edible kicked in and suddenly i became shakespeare #goated pls ignore timestamps bc i’m stupid and always do things out of order <3 dont forget to like n rb!!!
. ✦ ݁ ˖ synopsis ; you and sohee were just mutuals who never really spoke a word to each other— until a post-win soccer celebration brought both of your friend groups together. that night, you discovered that you shared the same train routes, despite never running into each other before. after that day, you coincidentally started to notice him more on the train— whether it was in the busy and rushed mornings or loud and tiring afternoons. the days go by, and you both found yourselves sitting alongside each other, sharing laughs, stories, and even earbuds. at some point, everything stopped to feel coincidental and more like something intentional.
. ✦ ݁ ˖ content warning: a lot of cursing!! kissing towards the end, kys/kms jokes, small sexual jokes, a lot of (on purpose) misspellings in the tweets/msgs, small mention of alcohol in like one chapt :3 lowk thats it smau is all fluff and friendsy vibe!!
. ✦ ݁ ˖ authors note; first smau, kinda nervous 😣 i kinda like this silly idea, but i dunno how much i can do w/ it… hope y’all enjoy tho :3 lmk if u want to be on the taglist! — im also too lazy to fully complete and show profiles, but everything is kinda self explanatory, the names are straight forward :) this smau is pretty short too. tyyy :3
featuring: rii7e, jisung from nct dream, sion from nct wish, sophia + manon from katseye, and seonghyeon + keonho from cortis, as well as other idol cameos
general content: social media au, fluff, humor, swearing, strangers to lovers, mentions of recreational drug usage (weed), a plethora of kys/kms jokes, sorta suggestive at some points but nothing crazy, some typos here and there, lmk if i missed anything! (ignore timestamps unless stated otherwise!!)
synopsis: one man’s fumble is another man’s… new gorgeous regular? or, alternatively; jake sim’s shamelessness rewards wonbin with the highest prize, you.
status: completed!
start: apr 1, 2026 / end: apr 20, 2026*
*bonus chapters will be uploaded in the future
⋆.♡⋆. note: SHES HEREEE!!!! i have spent the latter half of a month working on this and gave myself a deadline and everything and she’s finally here 😭🙏 if this smau feels familiar and u feel like u have read this before, it’s probably bc u have but the original was scrapped from the internet years ago and now u guys get a funnier version :3 pls like and reblog if u enjoy!!
⋆.♡⋆. playlist: focus — hearts2hearts, butterflies. — brent faiyaz, 4me 4me + earrings — malcolm todd, facetime — lngshot, somebody — keshi, e85 — don toliver, apple cider — beabadoobee, ring ring ring — tyler, the creator, come thru — summer walker
profiles: nightmare blunt rotation / who dat in da BAAAACKKK
☆ warnings: probably some inaccurate sixties references oops, reader is v shy in the beginning, smut, marking, p in v intercourse, use of protection, dirty talk, sub!reader, dom!hwa, use of pet names (baby, sweetheart, etc.), grinding, slight degradation kink and manhandling, slapping, mirror sex, size kink, sweet aftercare, the “L” word, smoking/tobacco use, drug use, seonghwa is able to lift reader when they dance, profanity, sloww burn, SA, groping, mentions of a*ortion (if you’ve seen the og movie then you’ll know about penny’s situation), accidental pregnancy (not reader) — NOTE: IF YOU AREN’T COMFORTABLE WITH THESE TAGS, DNI! Please read the actual film’s synopsis first if you’re you do not like the last few tags.
☆ synopsis: THAT WAS THE SUMMER you met resident heart-breaker and cocky entertainment crew member, Park Seonghwa. Remind yourself why you’re suddenly dance partners with him again? . . .
☆ playlist: be my baby by the ronnettes, another saturday night by sam cooke, still feel like your man by john mayer, we belong together by ritchie valens, karma chameleon by culture club
☆ a/n: for everyone that’s been following along with the writing process, thank you so much for your patience and understanding. I really had to force myself a few times to just sit and get this done, but I’m pretty proud of how it turned out! Let me know what you think with your reblog and feedback! cheers to the long awaited second fic of this series🥂
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THAT WAS THE SUMMER OF 1963. When everyone called you baby, and it didn’t seem to occur to you to mind.
Summer was in full swing; families driving up to the vacation resort owned by your aunt in their shiny new corvettes, eagerly awaiting the nights of drinking, golfing, and mambo classes accompanied with luxury hospitality.
That’s a given when you're staying at a place like your aunt's vacation resort.
Pool days followed by structured entertainment for these folks meant summer job opportunities for young college students like yourself, hoping to save up some money before the fall semester came.
While other girls vacationing at the resort were spending their time fawning over The Beach Boys, sneaking out to the lakes to go skinny dipping, and enjoying the taste of freedom, you were taking orders and waiting tables at the bar across the golf course every night. Your hair smelled of fryer grease, your pockets filled with ketchup packets, and with every passing shift you worked, the burning desire to just quit and get away grew deeper in your heart.
But you really needed this money. There wasn’t any other reason that could replace why you were still here after closing hours, folding table napkins into the shape of swans.
“It’s for you, baby”
A voice brings you out of your thoughts, turning to see a long outstretched hand holding the receiver of a phone towards you.
Yunho sits slumped against the counter on top of a bar stool, his polo uniform shirt that you were wearing one identical to sticking to his chest with sweat. All the while he fanned himself from the sweltering July heat.
He wipes a bead of sweat running off the side of his brow.
“It’s a call for you,” he repeats again, shrugging the receiver to you expectedly.
You quickly walk over, taking the phone with a quiet thanks before holding it close to your ear.
Yunho watches the frail and timid little thing you were, barely holding the receiver close enough before a familiar voice cuts through.
“I hope that those napkins are looking like swans and not chickens, baby”
Your aunt’s soft laughter fills your ear, breaking out into a silent state of panic as you eyed the pieces of cloth spread disappointingly across the table you were just standing at.
You truly sucked ass at folding.
“Just trying my best” you told her softly, voice unfamiliar as you just let out the first few words you’ve spoken all night. A sudden feeling washes over you that you’re being watched, and you’re proven right when you crane your neck to see Yunho looking at you out of the corner of your eyes. Warmth spreads throughout your face when you momentarily locked eyes. The tall blonde boy merely smiles, trying to be friendly before you shuffle awkwardly and turn away from his gaze.
He wasn’t trying to be weird. In Yunho’s defense, it was just kinda interesting for him to see you share a casual conversation with your aunt, known as none other than his own employer and the literal owner of the resort he worked at.
Plus, he never got to hear your voice. Like ever.
Tangling the cord of the telephone wire in between your fingers, you questioned your aunt quietly. “Did you need help with something?”
“I do, actually” she says, the background muffling her words with loud chatter as it seemed the lodge guests were still up and wide awake at this hour.
“I need you to do me a favor. Grab those watermelons sitting in the fridge and bring them down to the kitchen in the main building for me. I forgot to get the staff here to pick it up, and it would just be so much faster if you brought it down for me, darling.”
You eyed the mentioned goods sitting perched in the back kitchen.
“The ones on the counter?” You asked hesitantly.
“I don’t recall leaving any other melons on top of one of my kitchens… so, yes” she remarks sarcastically.
Hauling those massive things and walking back to the main building was going to be a hassle, especially with your location being all the way on the opposite side across the golf course.
But what you were dreading even more was confirmed with what she said next.
“You could just ask that boy Yunho to help you.” She states casually.
Your body tenses at her words, dreading the likely fact that you’ll have to speak more than five words to the golden retriever looking bartender in order to complete your aunt’s request.
“I’m sure you two will be fine. I’ll be expecting to see you soon, baby”
“Okay, goodbye” is all you say, hearing her thanks over the phone before you hang up.
You hand the receiver back to Yunho, who had still been watching you with a small grin on his face.
“Boss say anything important?” watching as your brows furrow in debated thought, wondering if you should just ask him for his help.
Your hands get a little clammy, and you make an effort to smooth your khaki work pants, nervousness getting to you. For fucks sake, you were only asking him to help you hold a watermelon. The worst he could do was say no!
You looked up to the tall boy, already feeling a little stupid when you saw him look at you quizzically.
“Actually, Yunho…” you began, swallowing in nervousness. “Could you help me bring those?” You muttered quietly, shoulders cowering as you pointed to the watermelons sitting on the kitchen counter. He looks back to see what you’re referring to.
You immediately see his face change in surprise, having caught his attention by speaking more words just now, than you had the entirety of the few weeks you’d worked together.
Then, the boy can’t help but break into a smile when he hears you clear your voice to speak up again.
“Please?”
“Do you believe watermelons are berries?” Yunho asks you, taking long strides in front of you across the damp grass of the golf course.
The faint chirping of crickets and summer cicadas resonates across the amphitheater of an empty field, the only sources of light coming from the outdoor flood lights illuminating the path to the main building of the lodges.
The nighttime air was humid, an unsatisfying breeze blowing past you two as you made your way together.
“Sorry?” You huff, trying to catch your breath.
You’re staring at the way he’s been able to tuck the two large melons safely in his arms, having to stop in his tracks as you struggled to keep up with his speed while carrying just one.
“Technically, watermelons don’t have any internal divisions, but because they have seeds you could argue that they’re just massively large berries.” he points out, the idea seeming to spill from his mouth like he had been pondering the thought for very long.
His brows are furrowed in thought when he looks over to you, awaiting your opinion.
“I-I guess so” you agreed meekly. How else were you to respond?
Your arms began to hurt from holding the heavy fruit for so long, and the both of you had only barely made it past the pond near the golf course, changing direction towards a trail with a cleared path. Yunho carries on with his fruit philosophy.
“If you put popular beliefs aside, pumpkins are considered berries too.“ He grins, chuckling to himself as he walks beside you. “Which means you and I are just holding three massive berries in total!”
“Right..”
Before you could think to say anything else in response, a tall figure identical to the height of Yunho rushes up from behind and smacks the back of head.
You’re seconds away from dropping the watermelon in your hand from shock, jaw hanging open as you clutched on the melon in surprise while Yunho stops in his tracks to curse out loud.
“What the fuck-”
“Hey yuyu, finished your shift already?” A boy cheekily grins while wearing a blue, well-loved varsity jacket. His eyes turned into crescent moons while giggling with utter joy at the sight of his friend scowling in pain, dodging the kicks Yunho tries to get back at him while holding the two fruits.
“Get off my back, Mingi” he spits, though he lets the boy hang near him.
You do what you’ve grown accustomed to over the past month of working here, making yourself invisible amongst the two friends you slowly trailed behind.
There’s a good reason you‘ve become this shy and hesitant to ask for help while working at the resort, and that was because no one here actually liked you.
Being the niece of the lodge owner didn’t exactly have the perks you’d think would come with it. Rumor had already spread like wildfire on your first day of work amongst the young employees, gossiping all sorts of ridiculous stories as to why a girl like you needed to be spending her summers working at her rich Aunt's resort to make money. From rumours that you were cut off by your rich parents, to one being that you got knocked up and sent away here as punishment, the gossip from the part-timers was like a supply of fuel to be added to the fire.
You had been extremely lucky to get this job thanks to your Aunt. In order to keep your place here, you made up for it by working twice as hard as any other person. Picking up other people’s shifts while tolerating being ignored and trashed about was something you decided you’d stick it out for the whole summer. You desperately needed this money to afford finally moving out of your house back home. It was only after much hesitance that you resorted to reaching out to your distant Aunt on your mothers side you never actually talked to. You were willing to do any work she gave that would be enough to keep the bills paid. The only friend you seemed to somewhat make while working this summer was Yunho, and thankfully, he didn’t seem to care about all the nepo baby crap he heard everyone spew behind your back.
“Why are you even here? Shouldn’t you be giving tango lessons to the bungalow bunnies back at the gazebo?” Yunho teases to his friend, propping up the watermelons in his hands to make them appear like two large breasts.
You looked away, blushing as Yunho juts his lips out to mimic the middle aged trophy wives his friend frequently gave dancing lessons to. Mingi must’ve been a part of the entertainment and dance staff, the one clique of part-timers in this place that no one else seemed to be able to go against.
He teased in a high pitched southern accent, “Oh, Mingi, you really know how to put those hips to use!”
Yunho's laughter resonates throughout the empty field, becoming Mingi’s turn to pummel his ass from embarrassment, ears going red.
“Shut up, man! Keep talking but at the end of the day, you could only dream what it’s like having those women all over ya!” He states proudly.
Yunho peers over to see you awkwardly trailing behind, shoving his friend’s shoulder and jerking his head to you, motioning to give you some help. Mingi leans down to grasp the sliding melon falling out of your hands, letting you catch up so you three could all walk together.
You’re about to protest but Mingi is already smirking down at you.
“So you’re the boss’s niece everyone’s been talking about, huh?”
Knowing the rumours going around about you, you were mentally preparing for what else was to come out of Yunho’s friend. But the next words that he says surprises you instead.
“I don’t care about that bullshit, y’know”
He grins, standing tall with the watermelon easily tucked under one of his arms.
“If I were you, I’d own it proudly.”
You hadn’t expected that answer to be honest. You glance over to Yunho who chuckles at his friend, gratitude and relief seeping into your heart when you realize Mingi seems to be a decent guy just like him.
“First thing I’d do if my aunt owned this place would be to raid the liquor cellars under the guests lounge” he states, Yunho rolling his eyes while Mingi looks at you again. “I’d be trying to get away with all the shit I could do.”
The blonde scoffs, sneering at his friend's words.
“Yeah, as if you can even handle your alcohol well.”
Mingi glares back.
“Kid passed out one time from a sip of beer” Yunho mutters to you, watching the corners of your mouth turn up. He definitely didn’t appear to be a lightweight in your thoughts.
“You don’t really speak much do you?” Mingi interrupts, coming closer as you walk side by side.
You shook your head.
“What did they call you again?” he pauses to think, racking his brain to find the nickname everyone made fun of you for. “Bonnie? Berry?…”
It's ridiculous how a childhood nickname your Aunt kept for you had now stuck with the entire staff at the summer lodge. So admittedly, you can’t help it if some of your frustration seems to slip out when you give him a sarcastic roll of your eyes
“It's baby,” you answered with a huff.
Mingi stares at you for a moment which makes you worry you’ve taken your attitude too far, before he’s already chuckling at your response.
“Well baby’s got spunk, hasn’t she?”
“Not everyone calls me that” you tried to convince him, frowning when Yunho chips in.
”Yeah right, everyone calls you baby here.” he grins, teasing you.
You looked away, awkwardly staring at some bushes nearby. He was right.
Mingi already decides that he likes you, and seeing how Yunho likes you as well, the rumours he’s been hearing about you going around don’t matter to him anymore.
“Well then, baby” He beams, the lights near the main building's entrance glowing brighter as you get closer. “Wanna go to a real adult party?”
You slowed down your steps, eyes widening at his words as Yunho shoved his clueless friend for his comment.
“Don’t fucking say it like that, creep!”
Mingi realizes what his offer might’ve sounded like, assuring you that he was just inviting you and Yunho to the after party the entertainment staff were holding in the abandoned barn behind the west building. The west building located dorms where all the staff were able to live during the busiest time of vacation season.
“A party?” You repeated, lips parting softly.
Mingi nodded eagerly as he joked.
“C’mon, you’re not gonna tell your aunt on us, are you?”
The three of you stood near the back entrance of the main kitchen. Your last task of the night would be dropping off the watermelons before you’re free to walk away from the offer standing before you tonight.
And perhaps it's because you're tired. Not necessarily tired from lack of sleep, but tired of the whole routine. Of the monogamous, soul-draining routine you’ve picked up ever since you got here, which was spending any second you weren’t working, sleeping, or eating, being cooped up in your twin-sized bed reading or laying awake at night to the sounds of cicadas.
“I wouldn't tell her regardless, Mingi” you said truthfully, which makes the boy change his playful demeanor a bit.
You thought for a long, hard moment.
You’ve never had friends. Never broke the rules. Never once dared to sneak off the property to go somewhere, let alone a party with other people your age. And so with in mind the thrill of it all, with the absolute exhaustion of being alone all the damn time, you say yes.
The two boys grin in excitement, and Mingi thrusts the watermelon in his arms to perch over his right shoulder.
“Great! Me and Yunho will pick you up at your dorm once we drop these off.” He says, the two boys walking off inside to drop off the delivery your aunt requested. It isn’t before Mingi turns to call out your name.
“Oh, and baby! Don’t be afraid to dress casual” he smiles, sending a nod of his head back to you.
Inside, your stomach turns.
You’ve already started to regret this.
You mumble quiet curses to yourself, awkwardly adjusting the cardigan and short skirt dress you managed to convince yourself was deemed appropriate for hanging out with other staff outside of work hours.
You’re walking up those steep wooden steps of the hill leading up to the barn house, and with every thumping sound of the music getting louder, so does the beat of your heart inside your chest.
“Just be cool, baby” Yunho reassures you, having changed out of his uniform as well into a pair of shorts and a yellow Hawaiian button up shirt.
“We’ll introduce you to more of our friends” Mingi assures, leading the way at the very front.
You huff worriedly in response, knowing that the other college kids aren’t going to be very happy when they see the outcasted niece of the resort owner. But you still send them both a thankful smile, keeping it plastered on your face for not too long.
“I just hope that son of bitch Wooyoung doesn’t eat all the pop tarts” Mingi mutters under his breath, shaking his head and clenching his fists inside his varsity jacket.
“He knows I like strawberry…”
Once you reach the doors to the barn, Mingi and Yunho pause to look down at you before going in. “Ready?” the bartender asks, beaming down at you. You swallowed your nervousness, bundling up your nerves and hiding them away inside you. You give them both a small nod.
Mingi immediately kicks the barn doors open, hollering to the large crowd of dancing college students. Half of which you know for a fact don’t work at the resort and have driven up from the city.
And all at once, your breath is taken away.
Bodies melted against one another in an obscene way you had never before seen back home. A few girls were wearing tight, form-fitting clothing that accentuated their hips and curves, while men sported the trending greaser look that had them thrusting their hips through tight fitting jeans or leather pants.
You watched from a distance as couples grinded onto one another, dancing so passionately as though the music had overtaken their minds. The barn, though appearing to be rundown and shabby from the outside, was the definition of a banging, fucking party.
“What are they doing?” You asked cluelessly to Yunho, unable to take your eyes off the sweaty bodies molding themselves together on the dance floor, rocking their hips and shaking their legs.
This wasn’t even dancing. This was something else.
He laughed loudly. “They’re just dancing!” looking down at you as he raises his voice over the loud music. “All the kids are doing it back home.”
“You wanna try it?” He asks, teasing you. You reverently shake your head no and he can’t help but laugh at your continuation to stare in shock. He urges you forward instead.
“Come on, baby”
You can tell how popular Mingi and Yunho must be, the way that every so often they bump into a friend of theirs and chat with them eagerly. A few of them give you some judging stares, but with the two giants by your side, it doesn’t bother you as much as it usually does.
Beer, cigarettes, and slips of condom packages are exchanged on the dance floor, folks minding their business and having the time of their lives.
“Can you imagine dancing like this on the main floor?” Yunho laughs, gesturing to the sea of sweat, lust and rhythm that could never in a million years find its way back to the ‘family friendly’ establishment you worked for.
“Your aunt would close the place down first!” he chuckles, letting you grab onto his arm to navigate through the party.
Yunho catches up to Mingi standing a few meters away, thinking you’d follow when you let go. Instead, a hand snakes its way around your waist near the dance floor, grasping you tightly and making you jump from surprise. A body begins to lewdly grind itself against you, worn out jeans coming into view as their legs trapped yours in between them.
“You’re a pretty little thing aren’t you?” a voice whispers into your ear, the smell of booze reeking from the man’s hot breath.
“Haven’t seen you around here” his accent slips through.
Sweat begins to form on your forehead, a sinking feeling settling in your stomach. You were highly uncomfortable right now.
“Please let go,” you asked politely, struggling to pry the dirty hands off of your body.
“C’mon,” he protests, pulling you closer. “Just one dance, OW-”
A heeled shoe comes to stomp on the man's big toe, a manicured hand swatting the grip on your hips away, making him yelp in pain and shove you away. You stumble a bit, whipping your head around to see the ugly looking bastard. A woman stands in front of you protectively between him, hands on the hips of her dress.
“You fucking sleaze!” You hear from in front of you.
“Fuck was that for, Minny?” he lashes out, his voice rising in tone over the loud music. A few couples stop to stare at his outburst momentarily, though they quickly go back to dancing, moving around the comotion.
“The next time I see your nasty hands touching another poor girl's ass, Bobby, and I'm telling Seonghwa and the rest of the dance crew.” the girl snaps, dangly earrings rushing back and forth above her perfect exposed collar bones while she points an accusatory finger in the direction of the pervert. Her chest moves with every fuming breath she takes.
Bobby, who had just been trying to cop a feel at you, scoffs, staring her down and intimidating you in the process.
“You ain’t gonna do shit, Minny.” He spits to the floor, making you take one more step behind the girl.
“I might not do shit. But you sure as hell know Seonghwa isn’t gonna leave you alone.”
“Just like last time” She threatens, watching as his eyes look away pathetically in fear, knowing specifically what she was referring to.
“You’re fucking disgusting. Get the fuck out of my sight” she brushes him off, watching how he glares at her for a moment before reluctantly sliding to another side of the dance floor.
The situation de-escalates as quickly as it first began.
Your heart continues to pound against your chest, a wave of relief washing over yourself when he leaves. Your hero, standing tall in front of you in pretty tango heels and a pink chiffon dress, lays a hand on your shoulder.
“You alright, hun? Don’t mind that creep, he’s lower than piss on the floor” she states, the lights flashing over her toned, dancer body. She shakes her head in frustration. “These sort of morons are always lurking on the dance floor so you gotta be careful sometimes”
You’re starstruck, words unable to fall out of your mouth as you thank her.
“Thank you for that” you find the courage to say. She smiles, sending you a small wink.
“Don’t mention it. Girls gotta stick together” she grins.
Just as she’s about to leave, Yunho rushes over to you, messy blonde strands sweeping over his frantic eyes.
“I was looking for you, where the hell did you go?” Yunho towers over you, in the process also making eye contact with the girl.
“Don’t go losing your girl now, Yun” she teases, arms crossing over her chest.
Yunho immediately recognizes the face and smiles. His ears begin to match the red party cup he was holding in his left hand.
“Minny!” he grins sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck. “How’ve you been?”
“Busy as usual,” she shrugs. “Booked under mambo classes, kids tango, main floor ballroom, you know how it is.” she sighs. “You?”
“Night and day shifts all fucking mixed together” he replies.
The two become lost in each other's eyes, clearing your voice as you speak over the loud music.
“I’m not his girl, by the way”
She looks back at you, shooting a smirk at Yunho who laughs out loud, introducing you to her.
“This is baby, we work the night shifts at the bar down by the golf course together” he explains.
He sends a smile to the girl in front of him who you can already tell he’s head over heels for.
“This is Minny, works with Mingi and the rest of entertainment if you didn’t already notice.”
“B-A-B-Y, baby?” She asks, eyes going wide as a sweet grin settles on her lips.
“That’s your name?”
You nod slowly, face feeling warm.
“Just a nickname we all call her” Yunho chuckles, looking down at you as he explained. “But she sure does look all clueless like a baby, doesn’t she?”
Minny nods, smiling at you as the song changes to something fast paced that makes people cheer and holler over their cigarettes and drinks.
“Let’s go dance then, baby” she smirked, intertwining your hand with hers as she flashes a look towards Yunho.
“Bye, Yunho!” She winks back.
You’re unable to say anything more as Minny guides you to the dance floor, your feet resisting her pull as you frantically shout over the music.
“But I can’t dance!”
She waves you off like it’s no big deal. “It’s okay if you don’t know! I’ll teach you!” She encourages, her body swaying so naturally in a way that makes you envy her.
“Just feel the music, baby” she tells you. “Forget about everything else.”
You follow her words, a small smile making its way to your face as you become excited with every passing beat of the music. You’re not as good as her, but it’s a start to you coming out of the protective little box you’ve been in for too long.
Minny’s eyes close as she looks up to the ceiling, shutting her eyes and desperately trying to let the music consume her.
“Sometimes you just gotta dance ‘til your feet hurt more than what's in your heart”
From afar, a figure leaning against the wall follows your every move, watching you unknowingly throw your head back and giggle with every move you attempt to follow.
“Someone must’ve had a fun time last night”
Your aunt continues diligently writing away in her cheque book, accounting for the weekly sales and profits behind the counter of the front desk of the resort. With every check mark, she goes back to the large calculator beside her, punching in numbers under her steel rimmed glasses, a few curses of frustration slipping out when the machine doesn’t work.
“I’m surprised you’re not awake like you usually are, baby” she points out, watching as your slumped back immediately turns straight and you sit up tall in your seat, blinking your tired eyes.
You should be properly manning the front desk you’re sitting at right now, but with all the guests gone to do the lodge offered activities like canoeing or water polo, the main desk is left empty except for the two of you sitting in your seats.
“Have you been staying up late?” She asks with sharp curiosity.
You shook your head, stifling a yawn. “I think I just slept in a weird position. Haven’t been sleeping well, that’s all.”
The truth of the matter was, you’ve been sneaking out for the last few nights, having the most exhilarating experiences dancing and hanging out with Minny and the rest of the party staff in the abandoned barn.
Although your dancing wasn’t as good as Minny’s, no one seemed to care that you were there with them. For all the kids that did seem to talk shit in front of you for joining them, Minny would stick her fist up their asses just to defend you, and you had grown to love her already.
At your carefully picked response she nods, going back to her checkbook for a moment before she asks you carefully.
“And are the part-timers treating you well? Teaching you the ropes behind everything here?”
You could never bring yourself to explain to your aunt that you were usually a complete and utter outcast amongst the lodge staff. You’d rather keep these details to yourself than to cause more unnecessary trouble to the woman who got you the job in the first place, so you opt for the same reassuring sentence you’ve been telling her since the first day.
“Yes, they’re good to me.” You lie.
She nods with a satisfied sigh, closing her checkbook and adjusting her glasses.
“Just don’t get too close with the entertainment staff” your aunt warns you.
You turn your head to look at her properly this time.
“What do you mean by that?”
“Some of those dancers are looking for trouble, and I mean especially the boys” she tsks, disapprovingly shaking her head.
“God knows what I’ve had to do to get them to stop causing trouble and keep them in line for the guests. Those kids can dance, but lord can they be a pain to deal with”
Your quiet stare at her causes your aunt to shake her head, her wrinkles deepening as she waves it off to you.
“Though that’s nothing you need to know. Just be mindful of who you’re with and why you’re here” she reminds you, firm and strict.
You nod, thinking to yourself as her words circled your mind.
Later, when your shift ends that night, you follow the trail of pebbled tracks back to your dorm, the sun already set as the outdoor flood lights turn on.
The summer breeze blew through your hair as you made your way outside the main building. Just as you’re about to walk away, a hand grabs your arm, yanking you to the bushes nearby making you scream.
You’re met face to face with a frantic looking girl, her close proximity and frazzled looking appearance throwing you off guard as mascara stained cheeks and bloodshot eyes stared back at you.
“Minny?”
“Baby, I need you to help me” she pleads softly, choking up on her sobs as her body shakes violently. She was a complete opposite to the sweet, carefree looking girl you met a few nights ago.
You immediately place a hand around her arm, trying to calm her down.
“W-What’s wrong? Is everything alright? Are you-”
She mutters something incoherent to herself, shaking her head as she raises her face to look at you.
“I need you to find Yunho for me. Now!” she cried, clutching onto your arms in desperation. “Just please find him for me” she whimpers, snapping you from your thoughts.
You knew that if you didn’t help her right now something very bad would happen.
“O-Okay I’ll find him” you told her reassuringly.
You left to run through the vast green fields of the resort, knowing that whatever Minny needed to talk to Yunho about, it must’ve been urgent.
The west building where all the summer part-timers lodged, came into view. You picked up your pace, quickly passing each and every numbered door until you stopped in front of Yunho’s and knocked frantically on the wood while trying to catch your breath.
You gasp for air, hearing approaching steps as the door swings open and you're face to face with a man you’ve never seen before.
“Yunho!” You cry out first thing, though his name dies in your throat as your eyes catch up to your voice and you stare at someone else.
Standing in front of you is a dark haired man. Tall, lean, but with a body displaying strength. You glanced up at his face. At his sharp nose, perfect lips, and deep piercing eyes that followed you with every heavy breath you took.
“Can I help you?” He asks intensely, looming over you. You try to rack through your thoughts to make sure you don’t forget what you’re standing here for.
Just behind him do you see Yunho sitting on a worn out leather couch in his tiny room, laughing with a few other guys about something while a cigarette was propped behind his ear, the strong smell of drugs and burnt tobacco wafting in the air.
You forgot about the figure staring down at you, intimidated by his stance but looking past it.
“Yunho!” you called out, the worry and urgency prominent in your voice.
The blonde looks over to you, his smile faltering in confusion at your sudden presence, before he notices the fear in your eyes and sits up straight.
“It’s Minny” is all you have to say before he’s grabbing his leather jacket and walking out the door. An arm stops to grab onto him.
“What about Minny?” The man who answered the door asks in concern, his expression turning into one of protectiveness. You saw his grip tightening around Yunho's arm, to which the boy shoved off roughly.
“That’s what I’m going to find out” he grits, turning to face you now with his brows furrowed and an expression laced with worry.
“Where is she? I’m coming with you.” He states firmly.
You have no time for this, so you leave the tension radiating off the two at the front door, motioning Yunho to follow you as you lead him back to Minny. When you see the figure from the doorway catch up alongside you, you look to Yunho for at least some sort of explanation.
“This is Seonghwa.” he sighs, his long strides speeding up in a hurry.
“He’s Minny’s dance partner. We can trust him, " he says, his lips forming a tight line.
You look at Seonghwa, watching as the boy dressed in all black turns his gaze to look back at you, an unreadable expression on his face before you look back to the trail.
You hear him mutter under his breath in concern.
“Jesus christ, Minny, what did you do now?”
It's not long before the three of you are approaching the bushes of the main building. Seonghwa dashes in front of all of you at the first sight he gets of Minny crouched in a fetal position, sobs still wracking through her body. Yunho follows suit, rubbing a hand through his tousled hair when he sees her. “Minny, what happened?” he breathes out.
The dancer looks up, tears clouding her vision when a soft sob leaves her throat.
“Yunho-” she begins to say after hearing his voice, then clutching the skirt of her dress when she sees who followed nearby.
“Seonghwa?”
You didn’t know what to tell her, standing awkwardly off to the side before a beat of silence follows when Seonghwa takes ahold of the girl's hand, holding it gently.
“That’s alright honey, I got you. Seonghwa’s here” he assures her, embracing her in a comforting hug as he pats the back of her hair, letting her tears fall onto his suit.
Minny accepts the embrace, finally letting the words spill.
“Seonghwa, it’s bad. It’s bad this time” she wailed, mascara staining her eyes as she struggled to catch her breath with every sob that racked her body.
Yunho approaches the girl, crouching down so he could look at her properly, feeling as though the worry and suspense would consume him. “What is Minny? Tell us!”
The girl holds her body closer to her small frame, letting another tear fall before she looks up at you all.
“I’m pregnant.”
“So what’s he going to do about it?”
Seonghwa turns his head to glare at Hongjoong who had directed the obvious question to him.
The four of you had relocated to the empty barn house sitting in the forest behind the resort, the once lively and upbeat place replaced with a solemn mood that unveiled a frightening situation.
Only you, Seonghwa and Yunho first knew about Minny, though that was shortly changed when the rest of the entertainment crew living at the barn found out as well when they saw you arrive with the sobbing girl.
You out of all people had somehow been roped into it all, watching as the dancers huddled near the poor girl on their worn down couch supported with slates of wood, a cloth blanket covering her shivering shoulders.
“It’s not Seonghwa,” Minny states clearly, scrunching her face at the assumption. She hangs her head, feeling nauseous from the anxiety.
“But I thought-”
“Well you thought wrong” Seonghwa spits back, turning away from his friend when he realized he wasn’t helping.
Hongjoong was the leader of the crew. Followed by Seonghwa, Mingi, and another boy named Wooyoung who you had just met tonight for the first time. Yunho appeared close with them, watching as they discussed the seriousness of the situation.
Minny groans when Mingi asks for the truth.
“Then who the fuck did this to you? I swear I’m gonna kill that fucking bastard” he threatens, nostrils flaring as he over protectively tells his friend.
Minny tells him dejectedly. “He wants nothing to do with me or it. Didn’t even believe me when I told him…”
Yunho turns his head, staring at her as he gently asks.
“Tell us who it is, Minny”
She’s silent before she lets it out.
“It’s Bobby.”
You stared in horror, realizing the pervert who felt you up at the party a few nights ago was the father. You felt like throwing up and shooting him at the same time.
Wooyoung's eyes widened, his fist covering his wide open mouth as he exclaims.
“Bobby “The Sleaze” Gilmer?”
Seonghwa looks at the girl he would call his own sister in disbelief.
“That fucking lobby boy who works on the main floor did this to you?!”
She sighs, looking just as disgusted by hearing his name.
“If I could go back and close my fucking legs, believe me, I would!” She retorts back, huffing as her voice raises in frustration.
“I didn’t mean to get with the guy! It just happened a few weeks ago and I didn’t think much of it until I was feeling nauseous yesterday afternoon during rehearsals.”
She leans back, knowing she’s made up her mind.
“I’m not keeping it, I-I can’t. I have to get rid of it, but I don’t know what the fuck I’m supposed to do when Seonghwa and I have upcoming performances at other hotels” Minny realizes with small sniffles, the scary reality crashing down on her again in this situation.
“I-I mean I can get the girls to fill in for my classes here, but what the fuck am I supposed to do outside of this?” she says, a tear flowing down her cheek. “How are we going to tell them we can’t perform?” She admits defeatedly, thanking Mingi when he hands her a tissue box.
“We’re gonna get you a doctor first, Minny” Yunho promises, watching as Wooyoung nods in agreement before he points out another problem.
“Yeah, but where are we even gonna get the money for a doctor Yunho? And if word gets out with the other staff, we’re all fucking screwed.”
Mingi shoves him in the rib cage for saying that, everyone sitting in a discouraging silence.
Hongjoong briefly glances over to you, rolling his eyes in cynicism.
“Great, and now that baby over here knows, she’s gonna run off to her playpen and tell her Aunt everything!”
You haven’t hated that nickname any more than you did right now.
Before Minny goes to your defense, you stick up for yourself first.
“I would never do that.” You state seriously, looking him in the eyes. Hongjoong still crosses his arms skeptically. “I’m not turning my back against you guys. I’m on your side, and I’m going to do whatever it is I can to help you Minny” you promised her wholeheartedly.
Yunho, who was grasping onto Minny's hand, gives her a reassuring squeeze while sending you a small thankful smile.
“Don’t blame yourself too much Minny. This could’ve happened to anyone and it just so happened to be you. But now you know we’re all here for you, every last one of us.”
The blonde and the brunette lock eyes for a split second.
Mingi mutters sarcastically under his breath to what his friend says. “Yeah, can’t say if I know anyone who’d sleep with Bobby Gilmer”
Minny ignores him, shaking her head as she still needs to face reality.
“Then who’s gonna dance with him then?” she nodded in the direction of her partner.
Seonghwa looked overwhelmed, rubbing a hand over his eyes.
You spoke up. “Couldn’t someone else fill in? There’s other girls who do nightly entertainment that must be free. There can be a way for us to come up with the money and if someone-”
Seonghwa glances over, his reply sharp as he cuts you off. “No, Ms. Fix it, nobody else can fill in. Maria has to work all day, she can’t learn the routines, and Rosie’s gonna have to fill in for Minny’s other classes. All of us could try and pick up a few jobs to pay for the fees but that money isn’t going to be enough! Nothing else is gonna cut it unless we do those performances.”
The man clenches and unclenches his jaw, taking a deep breath to control his frustrations.
“We all work,” he says, making each word a defined statement.
You stand back in the corner where you belonged, Seonghwas gaze and rude attitude making you clench your fists in anger.
“Hey, all she’s trying to do is help!” Yunho defends you, brows furrowing as he stares the black haired boy down. Tension arises once again between the two.
“And maybe Hongjoong is right,” Seonghwa spits, taking another jab at you. “Maybe the kid here is gonna jeopardize this whole fucking situation and get us all fired!”
Minny cuts him off on his last word, pointing an accusatory finger as she looks at him with disappointment.
“Stop that Seonghwa. Both of you calm down the fuck down and-”
Just as Seonghwa is about to retort back to Yunho, a question directed towards you leaves everyone to stop arguing for a moment.
“Do you dance, baby?”
Your eyes lock on Wooyoung who stands there with a cigarette lodged in between his lips, playing with the straps of his suspenders as he looks at you with an unreadable expression.
“For fucks sake, Wooyoung” Seonghwa mutters under his breath loudly, rolling his eyes in disbelief.
“What? I can’t ask the chick if she dances?” He retorts back defensively.
“I- No I don’t.“ you reply, taken aback.
Mingi looks at you carefully, his eyes gazing up and down your body, able to imagine you as a dancer partner as he catches on to what his friend was suggesting.
“No, he might be onto something…”
Minny lifts her eyes from the wet tissues, pupils dilating as she looks at you too.
“Baby,” she gasps, sitting straight as the blanket around her shoulders falls.
“You could fill in!”
“what?!”
“yes!”
“Are you all out of your fucking minds?!” Seonghwa shouts, hands resting on his hips because now the impossible idea Wooyoung shared has now made him furious.
Minny snaps at her childhood best friend, clutching the skirt of her dress as she stands up to face him straight on.
“You’re the best dancer out of all of us Seonghwa, you could lead any partner!”
“I can’t even do a full dance routine, let alone the Mambo!” You exclaim, cheeks getting hot.
Seonghwa looks at your expression and decides to speak on your behalf as well.
“The kid says she can’t even do the Mambo! She cannot dance, she’s got no talent, nothing!”
Jeez, when he says it, it just twists the knife a little deeper in the wound.
You watch Seonghwa carefully, a glare in your eyes as you stare him down.
The group goes back to defeat as you stood there silently, hearing them discuss other possibilities as to what they could do to make up for the money.
“I could try to pick up weekend shifts at Kellerman’s right across the town” Wooyoung offers, sending a smile of hope to Minny who looks over in gratitude. “We could put that money to use.”
“I already got another part time job at the gas station a few miles from here,” Mingi smiles, his usual boyish attitude replaced with sincerity. “I can pitch in.”
Yunho reassures the girl sitting beside him on the couch, facing the fearful situation with an optimistic outlook.
“Whatever you need Minny, we’re here for you. We’ll get that money, just leave it to us and—”
“I’ll do it.”
Heads turn at the sound of your confident voice, your gaze unwavering as you send a promise to Minny as well.
“What do you mean you’ll do it?” Yunho asks incredulously, not believing his ears.
Wooyoung silently smiles at your decision, a grin forming on his face. Beside you, you can feel Seonghwa stare you down, closing your eyes as you let out a deep breath.
“I‘ll fill in as Seonghwa’s dance partner. I’ll do whatever it takes, however many rehearsals or lessons he’s willing to teach me, but one thing is for sure Minny, I’m not leaving you on your own either” you tell her, thinking back to how the girl has stood by you in the short amount of time you’ve gotten to know her.
Minny stands up abruptly, rushing over to you and knocking your breath out by giving you a tight hug.
“Thank you” her voice cracks, knowing how much this meant to you while feeling sorry at the same time. “Thank you so much”
You hug her back gently, letting your hands pat her back in response.
“No more than a few shows.” Seonghwa mutters while crossing his arms, causing you to pull back.
“Three shows and that’s it” he states, not believing what he’s gotten himself into.
He walks off, slamming the barn door closed. Hongjoong sighed, muttering a word of ‘good luck’ to you.
“This is gonna be very interesting” Mingi whispers to Yunho who looks at you with slight worry.
“He‘ll teach you everything you need to know, baby” Minny reassures you as she wipes her own tears away. She sniffles, turning your chest so you could face her properly.
“I know you can do this”
Holy fuck you couldn’t do this.
What on earth did these dancers wear? Was everything always this suffocating and tight?
“Come on out” Seonghwa impatiently states for the second time, tapping his foot against the polished wooden floors of the dance studio, arms crossed against the black tank top he wore for today's first practice.
You felt the tight material of the dance leotard hug your body in places you didn’t know you could even show off, and you felt every fiber of your being regret the decision you made to say yes.
Awkwardly, you step out from behind the folding screen, clutching your arms self-consciously around your body as the tight outfit felt foreign and made you feel exposed.
Seonghwa narrows his eyes as he suddenly comes forward to rest his hands on your hips, shifting them forward and making you cry out in surprise.
“What-”
“Turn around for me” he states without wasting time, watching as you reluctantly turn slowly. It allows him to get a view of the back, but it certainly doesn’t go unnoticed when his large palms keep their place on your body as you move beneath.
“It’ll do” he decides, leaving you standing timidly when he goes to place the stylus on the Solomon Burke record. The music rings throughout the empty studio offered for private lessons.
“Follow my steps” he orders, swiftly moving to the front of the room and facing the mirrors.
The loud music makes you overwhelmed, unsure how to even begin copying the first step when Seonghwa takes swift, graceful shuffles, displaying how to move to the beat.
“I want your form always straight. That means chin up, shoulders back”
You look back in confusion, your steps hesitant as you copied him.
“Try and keep up, baby” he huffs, watching you dance like a baby deer learning to walk.
You bite your lip, repeating the moves Seonghwa had just shown you in complete focus, unaware when his presence comes closer and you suddenly feel his breath hit your neck. You lightly gasp when strong arms support your own, his hips moving against yours.
“Sometimes the steps aren’t enough,” he urges, his deep voice entering your ear.
“Feel the music”
You glance up into the full length dance mirror, following the way he was skillfully molding your body to move to his own wishes. Your heart continued to beat against your chest, throwing you off with the rhythm of the vinyl that was currently playing out loud.
When he sees you distracted, Seonghwa bites his lips, grips your hips and spins you around, making you grasp onto his biceps as your ankles stumble in the dance heels you weren’t accustomed to.
“I want you staring at your own body when you dance and look into the mirror” He warns you, firmly holding you in his grasp.
“Not on me, baby”
A moment of silence passed as you looked up at him stunned.
“Nod if you understand”
You swallow. Following his orders.
With one last smirk, he spins you back around and lets go before now going in front to put you in another starting position.
“Eyes on my feet now, honey”
The next few weeks have you going through pairs of shoes faster than the number of cigarettes you saw Seonghwa burning at every dance practice. You found yourself waltzing through hotdog orders, practicing steps and dance moves Seonghwa practiced with you while filling up pints of beer and serving tables.
You really wanted to do a good job and you would do whatever it takes in order to prove that to Seonghwa and Minny.
When you passed by other staff, you could hear the hushed whispers going around.
Why was she hanging with him? What was she doing in that studio?
Thankfully, no one dared to challenge you once they confirmed who you were spending all your late night evenings and early weekends with. It came across as though you and Seonghwa were secretly dating, when in fact, Seonghwa was meticulously putting you through hell every time he saw you. He had to teach you to keep up with the strict choreography he adjusted for you when you came to fill Minny’s shoes.
But he was growing all the more frustrated with you at every practice, and you were well aware of it.
“Hold on the fifth count I said, goddamn it baby are you deaf?”
Seonghwa yells at you from across the sweltering hot studio one rainy afternoon. It was only two days before your first performance.
With two days left on the clock, the pressure was getting to the experienced dancer, knowing he had to make sure you did flop on your ass the minute you went on that stage.
But that was unfair to assume you weren’t struggling with your own share of concerns, putting your mind and body through hell just to try and keep up.
“And what's up with your turns today? You gotta concentrate! Is this your idea of fun?”
He takes the cigarette hanging in his mouth and flings it out the open window, the pouring rain thundering above the barn as you glared at him, teeth gritting with anger.
You were exhausted. Every muscle in your body ached with soreness as sweat trickled down your forehead and covered your eyesight. Your feet ached, your back felt like shit, and your patience with Seonghwa and his excruciatingly annoying nagging was wearing thin.
Placing your hands on your hips, you turn to face the man in front of you properly, feeling like you’ve had just enough of his bullshit.
“Oh yes, as a matter of fact this is my idea of fun” you sarcastically barked back, stepping forward to him in your dancing heels that tapped against the shiny, shellac floorboards below you.
“We’ve got the show coming up in two fucking days, you wont show me lifts, I’m not even sure on how to properly do turns, and yet I’m doing all this just to help that poor girls future, even if you’re being a fucking asshole and all I want to do is drop you”
Seonghwa ticks his jaw, sweat forming above his brow as he looks down at you.
The rain continues to pour, sloshing down the trees and seeping into small puddles over the open window ledge.
He pushes off the full length dance mirrors, the sounds of rain growing louder outside. Shuffling back as he approached, you still kept your gaze locked on his own.
You hated that even when you were pissed at him, he still looked that good.
“What?” You bit back at Seonghwa who peered down at you.
“Do you have a raincoat?”
You look at him in confusion. “No, why?”
He turns to the couch nearby, grabbing his leather jacket and flinging it over to you, seeing you barely catch it in surprise. He doesn’t turn to look at you, simply walking near the window to inspect the rain before he calls back.
“Cover yourself with that and follow me”
You trudged through the wet rain, droplets hitting your legs as Seonghwa’s leather jacket protected you from getting wet on your head. He had decided to face the rain head on, quite literally, choosing to get wet while leading you down the hill to a different part of the forest nearby the resort.
“Where are you taking me, Seonghwa?” You called out, eyes squinting just to see him through the pouring droplets.
He said nothing, giving you no clue as to where you were going before eventually stopping under a grand oak tree that had to have been at least a few hundred years old. Its bark and long strong branches were a testament to time.
It was only then had the rain decided to stop, the clouds clearing bit by bit as the sun shined through the cracks of leaves.
Seonghwa’s jacket sat slumped over your shoulders, watching as he brushed his damp locks out of his face and turned so his back was no longer facing you.
“When you dance, baby, what do you feel?” He blurts out, looking at you as he tries to read your expressions.
You sighed, lips parting to say something before they closed shut.
“Like I don’t have the slightest clue as to what I’m doing” You confessed, looking towards the boy holding a soft look in his eyes.
“Dancing is not just about how your body moves, baby. When you dance, your body is the vessel, but your soul is the driver.” Seonghwa described, shrugging his jacket off your shoulders to reveal your white tank top underneath.
He throws the leather to hang over on a branch nearby, before beginning to unbuckle his pants and catch you off guard.
“What the hell are you doing, Seonghwa?!” You shrieked, trying to look away as you couldn’t believe the man in front of you was stripping. “Put your clothes back on, Jesus Christ” you exclaimed, trying to tear your eyes away from the strong, tanned thighs that slipped from the hem of his pants.
Seonghwa stands in front of you in his boxers and black tank top, watching your expression.
“When you dance with someone, you get a feeling of the pulse in your heart as it lets every note guide your next movement. It's about the connection” he says as he lifts the corners of his top over his head, exposing his chest and sculpted upper body.
You stood there, crossing your arms over your chest protectively.
“We can connect just fine with our clothes on, don’t you think?” You retorted back nervously.
Seonghwa ignores your comment, shifting closer to you and grasping your hand in his own to set your palm against the flesh of his right chest, his heartbeat resonating against your fingertips.
You still your movements as you feel the intimacy of it all, hearing what he has to say.
“It’s a game of give and take, of trust and tension. Every beat I share with you when I dance is a promise. Every spin is a challenge. There’s no holding back, no second-guessing. It’s raw, it’s intimate and it lets two bodies speak the language of the music they’re dancing to.” He tells you passionately. You stand there with just Seonghwa, a warm feeling spreading in your chest.
“I’m trusting you, baby” He utters softly, gazing at you. “So I need you to trust me too”
He looks down at your body, his gaze following your fingers absentmindedly playing with your dance skirt. You look back up at Seonghwa, tracing the faint wrinkles near his eyes, the curve of his jaw, and the structure of his overall face. If trust was what he was talking about, then trust he would get.
You shrug your tank top off, exposing the white lacy bra you had on underneath. Thank god you wore something nice today. Seonghwa lets his hand find their usual place around your hips, letting you shrug out of the oversized rain boots you borrowed from before, padding your bare feet over the damp, freshly rained grass.
The moment is quiet, personal. You’ve never done anything like this with Seonghwa before, or with any other person for that matter.
“You’re real pretty when you listen well” You hear from above you, cheeks flaring up and mouth becoming dry as you shoot a look at Seonghwa focused on your eyes.
“I’m joking,” he smiles. “You’re always pretty”
Was Park Seonghwa flirting with you right now? The guy you swore had it out for you every time you crushed his toe with your heel? You can't even believe the fact that you two were standing here in this vast luscious meadow, half naked under an oak tree and sharing this intimate moment together.
He lets go of your touch, running a few steps back as he readies himself to lift you. With a clap of his hand, he leans a little forward so the silver chain around his neck hangs back and forth.
“C’mon baby, I know you’ve got it” he grins.
Here it was. The big lift. The one move you had been dreading during the whole entirety of rehearsing. Every single time you even tried listening to Seonghwa explain it to you made your palms sweaty, the image of you falling to the ground and breaking your skull imprinting your mind.
The grassy ground feels foreign beneath your feet, but you can see why Seonghwa chose to bring you here in this vast meadow to practice lifts. It was far better being cooped up inside a studio. This was away from the resort. Away from people. Just the two of you.
You see him urge you to run. He’s watching you carefully, ready to support you. And so with his trust, you're sprinting forward, sharing a loud scream as Seonghwa hoists you up into the air. It was just enough so that your upper body lifted up magically, seeing a new level of your natural environment. Your toes are off the ground for a few moments before you're brought back down.
You’re so close to him that your breath becomes shared, noses on the verge of hitting each other as you glance at his lips for a split second. You’re hyper aware of how he feels right now, his hands on your body keeping you safe and god dammit you realize you kinda do like it. You like Seonghwa, and he looks as though he might like you back.
He clears his throat, finally pulling away.
“Good, that’s it, I want you to do the exact same thing but hold your core longer this time” He tells you, cautiously taking a few more steps back on the soft, plush grass. “I’m gonna raise you up a bit higher”
You let out a deep breath, shaking your nerves though you confessed to Seonghwa the fear that had been circling your thoughts.
“I don’t want to hurt you,”
He chuckles but then softly assures you, his heart clenching.
“You won’t hurt me baby. Now again! Jump!”
Finally the night of the performance comes. You’ve practiced your steps, you’ve tailored your dress, you’ve noted to keep your shoulders up like the hundreds of times Seonghwa told you so, and you’ve prayed even more times for the lift to turn out well. But the pre-performance jitters are still really getting to you.
Peeking out from behind the backstage curtain of the hotel you and Seonghwa were performing for, your eyes look over the crowd of folks present tonight to see you dance.
God, you felt as though your stomach was going to fall out of your ass. You feel nauseous, looking around to see if there was a mop bucket or something for you to puke your guts in when a warm hand comes to rest on your waist, turning you around so your back hits the stage wall.
Suddenly you realize you’re trapped underneath Seonghwa’s hold.
“Hey, look at me baby” Seonghwa tells you, voice firm but softening a bit when your nervous eyes reach up to his. He looks dashing in his sleek suit slash tuxedo, his hair gelled back and different from the soft curls that would hand over his forehead when you two practiced. You watch as he begins to assure you.
“Just like we practiced.” He brushes a loose curl from your hair, the action making butterflies explode in your already nervous stomach. You bite your rouge coloured lips, the sparkly dress and heavy makeup Minny did for you making you feel out of place. You're scared of messing this up.
“Follow my lead and you’ll do great.”
Seonghwa seems nervous but there wasn’t a possibility it could be as much as you were. Your lips part softly when he touches your arm to remind you one last time.
“And sweetheart, don’t forget to have fun” he grins. You nodded back, your thoughts clearing a bit thanks to his comfort.
And now, the Sheldrake Hotel presents Park Seonghwa and partner in Mambo Magic!
The voice through the microphone pulls you from the wall. Carefully, Seonghwa takes your hand in his own, straightening his posture and flashing you one last look before you take to the stage, the blinding show lights coming into view as the audience claps enthusiastically. The stage looks bigger than it did off stage, your mouth feeling like there were cotton balls shoved inside it. He takes his position behind you, hand on your hip like you’ve practiced a million times when the music finally begins.
It’s funny how the body acts on its own. One second you're completely still and the next you're following Seonghwa to the rhythm of the music, your steps fast, precise.
Before you knew, your body already knew.
He spins you around, grasping your hand as the skirt of your red dress flowed gracefully, hearing the sounds of the impressed audience watching below.
Every move you made fell in line with what you had learned, a reassuring comfort to have Seonghwa’s hands on your body almost the whole time as you let him serenade both you and the audience.
“Doing so well” He muttered under his breath, his expression never changing as you successfully executed your cross body lead. A little bit of pride grows in his heart. Seonghwa does incredibly like he always did, watching how his expressions changed to correspond with the music, his dancing following with the changes in tempo. Park Seonghwa was born to perform.
Finally it comes time for the grand finale. The lift. Seonghwa steps back, giving you the space you needed before he ushers you into your cue. You don’t know what happens to you after doing well so far, but you stop right at the end of your tracks, come face to face with a bewildered looking Seonghwa who watches you attempt a random dance move to keep the music going.
God, no!
His arms find his way around you, leading you into his steps expertly before soon the song ends and you're both posing with baited breath, face to face with the final spotlight shining down.
The audience erupts into applause, feeling an overwhelming sense of relief wash over you. You did it, and it was over, but you still had to swallow the disappointing truth.
You didn’t make the lift.
Seonghwa takes your hand in his own, both of you taking a deep bow before striding off stage. Only when you're out of the stage lights do you burst in apology, catching your breath from dancing.
“I’m so sorry, Seonghwa.” shaking your head as you already expected the criticisms to follow. “I chickened out at the last minute and I couldn’t do the lift. I-I thought I could, but then I saw you and I didn’t want to risk it, and I’m pretty sure I was late on that last step and I’m really sorry for stepping on your toe-”
His hands engulf your body into his own. Inhaling his strong cologne and the musky smell of cedar and cigarettes, Seonghwa has his arms wrapped around your body in sheer proudness, patting your hair and whispering softly into your ear.
“I’m so fucking proud of you, you hear me?” He says, cutting you off. You didn’t know what to say, your body tensing under his sudden actions.
“I don’t care about the lift, baby. We can work on that later” he comforts you. He pulls back, watching your stunned face. He tries to open his mouth to speak, but he stops to collect his words.
“You were incredible… you did so well.” The compliments circle towards your beating heart, making your worries disappear with what he says next.
“Minny would be proud of you” he smiles, the corners of his mouth turned upwards.
You grinned back, tears forming in your eyes with huge relief. You hug him back wholeheartedly this time, the other performers watching you two backstage.
You shared the embrace for a while longer than before. This time, not as dance partners but perhaps something a little more.
After the first performance, you continued practicing with each other. You both learned to adjust to each other's dancing, and the lifts and spins eventually came like second nature to you. Soon, sweltering July heat faded into soft August showers. A close partnership blossomed between you and Seonghwa, finding each other's rhythm every time you snuck from the west building to practice in the abandoned barn house, even when the dance studio was closed. You found yourself running off to dance with the boy, even when your performances were over. You already raised enough money by booking shows at every hotel, inn and resort nearby, and you were more than relieved to have found a doctor in town, willing to help Minny.
And what do you know, you and Seonghwa turned out to be too good of a dancing couple to not do a few more extra shows with. Dancing turned into a real, second job for you now, and that meant the chemistry between you two changed.
“Promise me you’ll take care of him” Minny asks you the night before she’s headed into town. You know she means Seonghwa. Her manicured nails grasped your hands and held them close. She would be gone for a few days for the procedure, but she knew she had to still say her thanks to you before she left.
Minny stands in front of you looking like a girl scared shitless for her life. You knew how strong she was for going through all this, and you only prayed for her to receive the best outcome that reflects her choice. Not the outcome any other fucking person wanted in order to criticize her for her mistakes.
Your eyes soften when she mentions Seonghwa.
“I’ve danced with him since we were kids, baby.” she confesses. “I know what he looks like when he’s out there performing, that, that look he has that makes him feel like he’s got everything he needs in the world.”
“He looks like that with you. I know he wants you just as much as you do”
You blush, shaking your head in denial before she catches you into a gentle hug.
“I could never thank you enough, baby” she whispers, making your heart go warm. “You’ve done a favour for me that no other being but a real friend could do”
For the first time since coming here, you felt as though you could confidently say you had found happiness in something, and that was from finding both a passion and a friend.
“C’mon Minny” Yunho softly calls for her from behind, leaning against his car with the door open. He’s gonna drive her into town and take care of her just like he said he would.
He looks back at you with a smile, and you reciprocate it back to the blonde boy.
“Drive safe” you told them, watching Minny wave you goodbye.
You were undeniably scared for Minny.
But seeing her walk back to intertwine her fingers with Yunho who stands by her side by the door of the car, looking as though he was ready to fight the entire world for her, you knew that she would be okay.
“C’mon doll, I didn’t teach you to dance with form like that” Seonghwa teases you one afternoon a few days later, the barn house empty as you two fooled around with a new set of LP’s Hongjoong bought.
He slides his strong arms down your thighs, adjusting the casual position you were dancing in, though the gesture is in fact far from innocent. And it still makes a smile curl onto your face.
You shake from his hold with a gasp, feigning fake innocence and batting your lashes to a cocky looking Seonghwa who stares down at you with pulsating desire.
“Now don’t go correcting me about form when I can see your hands just can’t keep to themselves” you teased, your hands ghosting over his exposed skin under his shirt, pushing away his grabby arms as you suddenly switched roles. You were becoming the teacher and him, the student.
Seonghwa groans at your cruel teasing, watching your legs shuffle themselves to the music, your hips brushing against each other every so often that it drives Seonghwa mad to have to keep his composure like this for another second longer.
“Look at you move, Jesus Christ” he mutters.
“Uh uh, you keep your eyes on the mirror, Hwa” You commented, using his own words he once used against him. “Not on me, baby” you smiled.
Seonghwa doesn’t think he can take it anymore and swipes a hand to hover near your ass, gripping the flesh hungrily so your back was pressed to his chest and he could feel you dance against his body. Nothing would be able to pass in between you.
You bit your tongue to prevent letting out a moan. Did he always have to pull the rug right under your feet like that? Just when you were finally starting to get the upper hand in the moment, he leaves you feeling like you had no absolute control from the beginning.
“Keep it up and let’s see what happens” he hums into your ear, the movement of your bodies having reached a new level of comfort and compatibility.
You just fit so well together now.
He continued to rock you back against his thigh, matching the slow tempo of the music. Even while you couldn’t see him due to your eyes being closed in pure bliss, you could feel his stare on your face. The expression you put on while grinding against his body, his intent stare reflecting through the mirror.
All that sexual tension that had been manifesting between you two these past weeks was reaching its limit. The time was now, and Seonghwa was afraid it would all end with him doing whatever it was that he wanted to do to your sweet body.
The last song on the record ends as the vinyl comes to a stop. You opened your eyes to see Seonghwa gazing down at you.
“Keep moving,” he whispers, his breath hot against your cheek. He wanted you to move not because the music was telling you, but because your heart was telling you.
There's that thumping feeling of your heart that makes your ribs rattle against your chest, pressing on the tips of your toes to look him properly in the eyes.
“If you want me to move, you’re gonna ask me nicely, Seonghwa” who marvels at the sight of how far you’ve grown out of your shy timid shell.
“Look at my baby making demands” he says in astonishment, a giggle escaping out from you. Then the dancer stoops his neck down, leaning close to fulfill your request.
“Please, baby” he moans, watching as your hands creeped up his chest. He looks at you with an intense gaze, sucking you into a need that’s bordering obsession.
“Be my good little girl”
Your lips crash into his, your actions becoming the fuel to set ablaze a burning fire of lust that leaves Seonghwa hoisting you up into his arms, hands supporting your thighs as he pushes you against the full length mirror.
“Fucking finally” he mumbled as front teeth clashed, fighting for dominance with you as you made out passionately. His hands caged you against the wall while your thighs straddled his hips and your legs linked from behind his ass. You could feel Seonghwa’s hard member pressing against you up from through his slacks, letting out beautiful whines and deep gasps as your pussy craved for pleasure.
“Please, Hwa” it turned into now your turn to beg. You allowed access for his lips to trail down your open jaw onto the skin of your neck, his breath tickling you.
He coos at your pathetic state, deciding to sit himself down onto a nearby couch in front of the mirror, bringing your thighs to cradle him on each side, knowing that this position would give him the perfect view of your back.
He moans, feeling your lips press hickies against his neck, his eyes following the curve of your ass in your jeans.
“Let me see you move, baby”
Those words mean something different now. They can’t mean what they did before in rehearsals. Not when you’re laying on top of Seonghwa right now, stripping your clothes off, so that his cock finally brushes against your sopping wet folds.
Seonghwa is big. Even with just his pants on, his belt unbuckled and his leaking tip poking through, you can tell he’s hiding a little more length underneath. He doesn’t dare take his lips off of you, moaning as he hurriedly shuffled through the pockets of his leather jacket hanging nearby, taking out a condom as a few others fell to the floor. Why even bother to pick them up when he knew it would be easy access for him when he fucks you against the floor later.
“Seonghwa, quickly” you begged softly, watching him slide the latex over his cock. It had been so long since you felt anyone inside you. Your first time had felt so underwhelming and disappointing you thought you’d never want to have sex again.
But fuck that because Seonghwa here has you begging like a bitch in heat.
He stops his movements to look at you properly, holding your soft cheek in his right palm as he brings you back from a hazy trance.
“Hey, listen to me” he mutters, looking almost like he was in pain to fight back the urge to not just take you right there.
“I want you so bad, baby, I really do” he mumbles, his raven coloured hair falling from its secured style to frame his face. He catches his breath for a moment to look in your desperate eyes.
“But I also want to make sure I hear it from you”
You’re about to give him what he wants, but the words get choked up when Seonghwa accidentally shifts his hips in a way that causes him to slip in his seat, rutting his hips up and feeling his bulbous tip slap your awaiting entrance.
You mewl, clawing at the sofa material.
“Shit, fuck, I-I need to hear you say it baby. Tell me you need me” he sighs, watching you cry out loud and fall to his chest, his arms cradling you while your bare tits brushed against him. “Can you tell me you need me?” he whispers.
“Seonghwa, I need you right fucking now” you reply instantly, not believing how long its taking for him to make love to you on his lap.
“I need you” you repeat a dozen times, yelping when the anticipating stretch you were dreaming of finally came.
Seonghwa allows his strong arms to wrap around you and support you, pressing kisses on the side of your forehead. “That’s my good girl”
“Oh fuck”
“Doing so good. Look at your form through that mirror” he observed, watching your back arch from behind you, staring as his cock disappeared when you sank down again and again.
You gripped his shoulder, unsure of his deal with watching him fuck you, but you let him do so, the pleasure consuming you. A sound was building inside of you as your hips snapped to the rhythm that Seonghwa made for you, watching you ride him. He was leading you, just as he always did on the dance floor,
That sound struggled to be let out. A cry, a sob. . . you weren’t certain what would follow next, just knowing that Seonghwa’s cock felt so good. Too good.
His hands grip the mounds of your behind, his breath turning uneven with every passing second.
“Look at my little baby, too fucked and drunk on my cock to even speak properly” he smiles, throwing his head back when he feels your walls clench harder. His hands roam your beautifully strong thighs.
The lewd squelching is embarrassing to hear resonate throughout the empty bar house, mumbling incoherent words when all of sudden, Seonghwa slaps one of your ass cheeks, causing a burst of fire to spread through your legs, your already weak knees breaking their position as your breath hitched into a surprised yelp.
“Fuck, Seonghwa!” You moaned loudly, the sounds echoing off the walls.
“You like that baby, don’t you?” He teases. Your knees begin to give out, turning your face away from the mirror so you wouldn’t have to watch as Seonghwa used you mercilessly. His pupils were dilated, a slight obsession forming while watching you.
“Pretty things have to be watched properly, don’t they?” he tuts, pulling your hair to the side and letting your head turn on his chest so you were now forced to get a glimpse of both your expressions in the mirror reflecting you. He already feels that you’re both close.
“S-shut the h-ah- hell up” you had the audacity to mumble, tears forming near your eyes that make him laugh sadistically. He wasn’t even gonna spank you for that tone, he‘ll just fuck you harder.
“But you’re gonna take all of it, aren’t you?” He goes back to his soft voice, palming your ass as beads of sweat formed on his forehead.
“You’re still gonna take all of my fucking cock, right baby?”
You nodded compliantly, the last few whines leaving your swollen lips from biting them too much, as it suddenly feels all too much.
“Yes, yes, I’ll take it!”
Your shuddering as your orgasm takes over you and you let out a weak noise, feeling Seonghwa fuck you till he came as well.
“T-Take me” you mumbled under your breath, giving into the submission. “Make yourself feel good too” you sighed, knowing that he would treat you the same, if not better.
And at that, his cock twitches, letting out a groan as he finds his release too. Your warm walls clenching and unclenching periodically.
Heavy breathing resonates throughout the room. The smell of sweat and sex undeniable, falling on top of Seonghwa as he cherished you for a few minutes more, praising you all the while.
”So good to me baby” he pants, holding you as he switches positions to place your back against the couch now.
“So fucking good to me” he sighs, letting you catch your breath
You feel his hands coming to either side of your head as he pulls out his cock, whimpering at the empty feeling as you looked down to see the shiny condom filled with his seed reflecting the light. You close your eyes, letting a hand travel down to gently tug on the pulsating tip of his cock that rests on your lower stomach. Seonghwa groans, silently thinking he has to tell you or else he’ll regret it.
Your legs spread a little bit further, feeling his slick coat your stomach. Perhaps he would let you suck —
“I love you”
You opened your eyes to see Seonghwa is looking down at you like he’s never done before, sweat glistening on his skin as his chest heaved out every last breath from him.
You both lay there in silence, feeling stunned as you watched him lean down and press a kiss to your frozen lips.
“Fuck, I’m in love with you baby”
You blink away small tears, feeling embarrassed that the post-sex endorphins were doing this to you but Seonghwa paid no attention. He was the same.
“I really love you” he says again, almost as if he was saying out loud to realize it again. It makes you wrap your arms around him and pull him in close. You finally whispered back.
“I love you too, Seonghwa”
It feels right. To be here with him and to feel this way. To feel good.
For so long, a part of you felt as though you could never fully enjoy anything you did. This summer job you took up had you looking at life with a one track mind, thinking everyone here was temporary. Though in that moment as you pulled Seonghwa in closer, you knew he wouldn’t be temporary.
This boy would be forever.
“Baby?” Seonghwa calls to you after a moment passes, just as you’re bathing in the sweet feeling of gentle aftercare and calmness.
You hum, the head resting against your chest moves as he adjusts himself to be face to face, with you looking up at him. He caresses your hair in his hands.
“Tell me your real name.”
It takes you a second before the name spills from your lips.
Seonghwa smiles, pulling you in closer and tucking his chin in the valley of your neck.
“It’s beautiful. And it suits you. Suits you just fine”
𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄:
Seonghwa pats your back softly, calling you by your real name which he silently wishes you told him earlier, just so he could've called you by it more.
You shake your head insistently, words coming out muffled as you hold him in your arms, desperately trying to remember this feeling for a moment more.
“Five more minutes” you quickly stated, making Seonghwa break into a soft grin.
“I gotta go, love”
You didn’t take that for an answer, fighting back the tears and frustrations as you looked up.
“You don’t have to leave” you cried, lashes fluttering as the teardrops fell from your eyes. Seonghwa looks down at you, calmly wiping them away. Yunho was right. Sometimes you really were a baby.
“You could stay. don’t go” you begged naively.
It was only so long before your Aunt found out about you sneaking around with Seonghwa, and it didn’t take the boy a split second before he knew he wasn’t gonna let you lose the job. So he took the full blame.
His car is packed, his small box of belongings that he came here with sitting in his backseat as the clouds drifting in the blue summer sky above, cast a shadow down over you two.
This summer will never be forgotten. What you had learned, what you experienced, what you had felt. It would stick with you wherever you’d go. In that sense, Seonghwa would then still be with you forever. Maybe just not side by side with you.
He looks down at you and asks you softly.
“Are you gonna keep dancing even when I’m gone?” His thumb places itself underneath your chin, making you look up at him.
You nod. There was no denying it.
“Then that’s all I need”
Seonghwa smashes his lips against yours for one last time, making you stifle your cries as your lips move in sync, savouring each others taste.
He’s first to let you go, brushing the tears away with his thumb and grabbing his leather jacket that he left perched on the hood of his car.
Without any more words, Seonghwa gets inside the driver seat and starts the engine, a roar coming to life as he slowly drives off into the distance, leaving you standing alone with a hand over your heart.
gravity between us - part 1, part 2 | character instagram profiles
• when new meets old (prequel pt.1)
• when lines became blurred (prequel pt.2)
pairing: eunseok x afab!reader | toxic!bf x toxic!gfreader | basketball captain fratboy eunseok x sorority sister reader | university au! | rich kid au!plot: eunseok and you have always been in a toxic on and off relationship and you two always find your way back to each other. after a fight, you devise a plan to make him jealous to get him to come back to you. however, after an alarming incident involving drugs and violence, you have to rethink your choices and reevaluate your relationship.
soccer player!sungchan x cheerleader!reader | 9k words
i kinda got carried away with leading up to the party...y'all know me i love to type a little too much. also sungchan wears mr. burberry cologne in this.
contains: smoking, partying, and drinking
housequake: during the party | after the party
after the police crashed shotaro’s party, everyone became paranoid. guest lists were kept small and big blowout parties turned into medium sized gatherings or calm kickbacks.
some people complained about it, how the looming authority of the cops took away the joy of being young. there was the constant fear of being busted, especially from the kids that were caught and given a warning by the cops. your team complained about it too. you found it odd that they complained about the small parties when a majority of it was spent outside, passing around substances. very few times did you actually see your team inside the houses of the party instead of the lawn. you never said this out loud because there was nothing your team hated more than being considered hypocrites. you preferred to tough the weather conditions rather than try to navigate sticky floors and loud music. atleast this way you could actually hear your teammates as they ran through topics of conversation while smoking cigarettes down to the butt.
speaking points of your little huddle changed each week. you had started referring to them as your debriefs of the week. some topics would be on a rotation, ever now and then there would be something so monumental that happened it would be brought up time and time again. when you were freshmen, it was when karina caught her ex red-handed with a former member of the cheerleading team. your huddle combed over every detail of the night, adding in things that didn’t matter in the grand scheme of things but just gave you more to talk about. each time you thought you were done and then you’d hear an i just think it’s funny how before everyone dove back into the conversation
as of late, you and sungchan became one of the main topics of conversation. it started when you and ryujin successfully escaped from shotaro’s busted house party. you barely had time to look back at sungchan as ryujin pulled you out the room and down the stairs. even though it was inevitable a party of that size in a neighborhood that quiet would get busted, it was still scary. warnings from law enforcement evolved into tickets and in school suspension after a call home. you even heard a case of someone having to get picked up from the station. you saw that some of your classmates had already been made into examples. they sat lined up on the curb like ducks in handcuffs while officers wrote them tickets.
before you could walk out the front door right to the cops, ryujin grabbed your hand and pointed towards shotaro’s backyard. you looked at the cop coming through the front door and locking eyes with you before turning on the ball of your foot, running towards the sliding glass door. kids rushed beside you going in all different directions. you knew it wasn’t nearly as scary to get caught by the cops, but the haste of everyone else made adrenaline pump through your veins.
when ryujin said your only option was jumping the fence you wanted to tell her that your legs were still exhausted from what you were doing in shotaro’s room not even five minutes ago. you didn’t have time as you ran past your slow peers, or narrowly evading the cops that were in shotaro’s backyard trying to grab whoever they could.
ryujin let go of your hand to get over the fence, and you had little time to prep yourself before you leaped over it. you had to thank your career in cheer for helping you clear the fence with ease. you saw a few of your peers get stuck on the fence and that’s how they were caught. you felt like a criminal on the run when you swung your leg over the fence to cut through the yards of shotaros’ neighbors. a few had their lights on, yelling at the small crowd of teenagers as they ran from the police. you recognized a few faces of the people who were able to escape. eyes were focused and everyone ran at full speed trying to hold all their things as they ran from the sound of police sirens. all you could think about were the soles of your poor cheerleading shoes as you ran through garden beds and stone walkways.
you and ryujin kept running long after everyone around you stopped. the two of you didn’t slow down until you found an exit from the yard, emerging onto the street. ryujin grabbed your hand again and pointed at karina’s car. you don’t know how ryujin noticed the car that was parked underneath the streetlamp. the lights were off and you couldn’t see anyone in the car. it was almost ominous, seeing the single light shine down on the matte black vehicle.
you two jogged across the street, the sound of your cheer shoes hitting the road louder than the police sirens down the street. karina and chaeryeong’s seats shot up when ryujin pulled on the backdoor car handle.
by the time you made it to karina’s car your shoes were a mess. the pristine white was replaced with dirt and mud, and it looked like it was going to stain. you and ryujin were huffing in the backseat trying to catch your breath. karina wasted no time turning on her car to leave the area.
you didn’t catch your breath for another five minutes. just as you thought you were calming down, your mind took you back to your encounter with sungchan. you barely had time to comprehend what happened before being pulled away. with each breath you remembered the way sungchan puffed into your ear, or how he was moaning for you when he was close. when you closed your eyes to focus that only made things worse. you swear you could see the way sungchan looked at you seared into the back of your eyelids, or how he leaned his head back when he came on your thighs.
ryujin caught her breath before you did. when ryujin was able to speak again she wasted no time to tell the story of how a guy was able to get you to go upstairs. her side of the story was dramatized and exaggerated, but it made karina and chaeryeong’s eyes go wide nonetheless. you were still breathless as you shook your head to try and squash ryujin’s lies, but it was no use. karina’s interest was piqued as she tried to figure out who the man was.
karina looked at your expression for only a second in the rearview mirror before gasping out loud. karina was so shocked her car swerved on the road slightly and had to be corrected by chaeryeong putting panicked hands on the wheel. you had to remind yourself that karina did nothing but smoke tonight, she was the safest one to drive out of everybody. you could probably ask her how the other girls got home to avoid talking about the elephant in the car, but it was too late when karina whispered his name.
“sungchan?” karina said.
ryujin nodded her head and you stuck your head in your hands, suddenly too embarrassed to even think. you felt karina reach towards the backseat and hit your knee in exclamation.
“i. fucking. knew. it.” karina seethed after each hit
she was entirely too excited, mouth open in surprise as she laughed. karina and ryujin laughed together, waiting for your explanation. you shook your head and ryujin took matters into her own hands. ryujin recounts the story and karina nods her head excitedly, eyes on the road as she gathers in all the new information. chaeryeong corraborates the story, nodding along as ryujin tells karina.
“so i see chaeryeong getting chatted up by that girl on her team that is always hitting on her right? so i go over to her just for a second to bring her back with me because she looks uncomfortable as hell.” ryujin says.
“not true.” chaeryeong says unconvincingly.
you can practically hear ryujin roll her eyes as you look up from your hands. you see ryujin pointing her finger at you as karina steals glances by looking at her rearview mirror.
“before i can bring her back, i see this little player walking up the stairs,” karina gasps again and ryujin nods her head. “i see her walking up the stairs with sungchan. his hand is literally on her ass by the way.” ryujin says
“his hand was on my shoulder.” you say matter-of-factly.
karina looks to the rear view mirror to laugh at you.
“you don’t deny anything else?” karina asks.
her eyebrows are raised and the car fills up with giggles as you say nothing in response.
“i didn’t know you had it in you.” karina says.
“i didn’t know he had it in him.” you correct.
ryujin and karina exchange looks. chaeryeong freezes before turning to look at you in the backseat. you can feel ryujin turning to look at you too. everyone has an extremely confused look on their faces and you subconsciously match their expressions.
“wait. you guys fucked?” ryujin asks.
your eyes are wide as you nod. you thought they knew, but the playful atmosphere in the car changed almost immediately. your three friends are silent as they look to one another. you consider opening up the car door and barrel rolling into the road to get away from the conversation.
“this changes everything.” karina says.
the car is silent again and you see chaeryeong and ryujin nod their heads in agreement. your eyebrows furrow in confusion as you try to understand what karina means.
“how?” you ask. “you and eunseok have fucked.” you turn your head to the side to look at ryujin and chaeryeong. "you two have fucked."
“well that’s different. we’ve been fooling around for awhile.” karina says.
“your dynamic with sungchan is so different too.” chaeryeong says.
you look at chaeryeong in amazement that she has so much to say and she shrugs at you to say sorry. you know she’s not wrong when ryujin and karina nod their heads in agreement.
“it’s gonna be so awkward.” ryujin says.
karina turns on her blinker to go into her neighborhood. you try to come up with a rebuttal or defense but you know it’s the truth.
“i know. it’s gonna be great.” karina says smiling.
ryujin and karina were right. the following monday at school you saw sungchan first, and your mind immediately went to shotaro’s party two days prior. you wondered if he thought about the night as much as you did or if he was as nervous to see you as you were to see him. you debated on walking into an empty classroom to avoid the situation all together, but it was too late. sungchan made direct eye contact with you while anton and eunseok walked next to him. you felt like all their eyes were on you, and you there was a sinking feeling. you imagined yourself becoming the subject of their locker room talk. so when they came closer to you in the hallway your hands tightened around you backpack straps and you looked down, continuing to walk. you completely missed sungchan smiling at you and his awkward little wave and the way he turned his head to look back at you.
anton and eunseok were confused seeing sungchan try to get your attention. they didn’t even think about the time at the party that sungchan was unaccounted for, or how shotaro blew up their groupchat talking about jizz on his towel.
“what was that all about?” eunseok asked.
sungchan shrugged his shoulders and readjusted his backpack.
“i thought she saw me.” sungchan said simply.
they didn’t ask him to explain further. eunseok and anton just continued to talk about the next soccer game and how they were going against their rivals. sungchan was barely present for the conversation, nodding his head to seem engaged.
it went on like this for the whole day, sungchan thinking about how you passed him by in the hallway without saying a single word. he thought about you and him in shotaro’s room, how embarrassed he was after the fact. sungchan started to think you were embarrassed of the situation too. his face started to feel hot and he couldn’t stop himself from thinking you weren’t satisfied with his performance. you could’ve easily lied to make sungchan feel better. he couldn’t stop himself from putting his head in his hands at the thought of him not being able to please you. sungchan had the habit of losing himself when chasing his pleasure, he was afraid it was to the point that you didn’t have any fun.
when you sat at your table for lunch all their eyes were on you. you looked to ryujin and karina, they avoided your eye contact, picking at food on their plate. you tried to remain as inconspicuous as possible, eating your food while the rest of the table stared at you. you took a bite, feeling all of their eyes burn holes into your skin. you look up from your plate innocently, eyes darting to all your teammates.
“what?” you ask.
everyone at the table groans at your benevolence.
“don’t even.” yunjin says.
“details. now.” ningning says.
you look at karina and ryujin. they shrug and immediately get defensive.
“you didn’t say we couldn’t say anything!” ryujin says.
you can’t bring yourself to talk about the situation in detail. your team settles for hearing your awkward encounter with sungchan this morning, how you two made eye contact and didn’t interact. your team becomes your active audience, cringing and giving sound effects to your story. some of them even turn to look at sungchan sitting at a table with his friends. he barely eats his food, pushing around his fruit with a fork.
“he’s looked like a lost puppy all day by the way.” chaeryeong says.
“i mean look at the poor guy.” yunjin says.
she hides a smile and you look over yunjin’s shoulder to look at sungchan. you can’t lie and say he doesn’t look downcast at his seat. he has always been the worst at hiding his emotions, you have seen frustration take over multiple times during the season. he’d visibly roll his eyes at the referee when a bad call was made, and you have seen him get defensive when his teammate was pushed down. but that fiery spirit you saw on the field was nothing like the man sitting at the table, stealing glances at you ever so often.
when sungchan looked up at the same time you did you both made eye contact. so lost in eachother’s own minds made both of your eyes go wide, embarrassed for some reason to show you were thinking about the other. you held eye contact for a beat too long, eyes darting to your food a little too quickly. your friends laid witness to the whole thing, most of them cringing.
the monday after the party and the party itself gave your team alot to talk about. so now each party they would subtly try to bring up sungchan, trying to see if there were any updates. it bothered them to no end that you would just smile and look down shyly before shaking your head. you were awful at keeping secrets so you simply chose to stay silent. they could see the heat in your cheeks and the way you bashfully shrugged your shoulders, but they didn’t ask you anymore questions.
they didn’t know that by the time the next party came around, you were seeing sungchan consistently. you saw him again nearly colliding with him in the library. it was an accident on your part but negligence on whoever it was that ran into you. you turned around, ready to give whoever it was the meanest look you could muster. but when you realized it was sungchan, the expression on your face changed to pure shock.
he was no better, getting ready to apologize profusely before his eyes went wide.
neither of you could figure out what to say. you didn’t know it would be so awful to hookup with people at parties and never speak to them again. as you stared at sungchan you were at a loss for words—you had to shake your head several times when you felt your eyes wondering. you tried to push past him quickly to give your groupchat another thing to cringe over. but before you could get away, sungchan called out to you. he reached out his hand as well, but he pulled it back to rest by his leg.
“can we talk?” sungchan asked
that talk led to both of you quietly confessing that you would like to continue seeing eachother. you both kept it a secret from your teams in an effort to keep the mess contained. so many instances of your two teams fooling around made you want to keep everything personal until you decided where the relationship was going to go.
after the first date you were inseparable. after the second date sungchan asked to be your boyfriend. after the third date sungchan started dropping hints that he wanted to tell the world you were his girlfriend. he started walking you to all of your classes even if they were on the other side of the campus and holding all of your things even if his hands were full. sungchan started dropping his things off in class a little earlier, just so he could lighten the load you had to carry. you adopted your own ways of doting on sungchan. your doting came in the form of notes in his locker on game days wishing him luck and grabbing his hand when you both were alone. it was simple signs of affection, but no matter what sungchan shyly put his hand down and started smiling uncontrollably.
by the time the next weekend party rolled around you were heavily involved with sungchan. you both found it humorous to sneak around behind your teammates backs, although you weren’t really trying to keep it a secret. you just liked playing dumb when your team would bring up you and sungchan.
when you sat outside of sungchan’s house with your huddle while they passed around their substances you couldn’t stop smiling. something about parties now were even more enjoyable than they were before. even when your group got mad at the fact that they had to move to the backyard to smoke you remained happy, quickly looking through each room for your man. he was constantly going to each room of his house making sure everything remained in tact.
sungchan knew he was a little bit too high strung to throw big gatherings like shotaro did. after his friend got busted the unspoken responsibility to throw house parties landed on sungchan’s shoulders. he hated the idea of strangers being in his parents house so he settled for a smaller guest list and a designated schedule for when the party was over. he also made his team agree to help clean any messes that were left when the party was over. sungchan was trying his best to not get the police called on him, so he was constantly monitoring the volume of people and the music. sungchan felt an unbelievable amount of stress pacing around his home. it was freezing outside but he sweat from the anxiety, and he couldn’t stop himself from putting people’s drinks on coasters. he decided he was never going to host anything like this ever again.
the only source of relief sungchan had from the night was seeing you. it was in quick snatches and in between moments of sungchan catching someone doing something they weren’t supposed to. at first your interactions were rushed. sungchan would only be able to grip your shoulders quickly before stopping someone from running into a framed picture hanging on the wall. he kissed your forehead quickly during another part in the night before stopping someone from going into his room. it wasn’t until the party was winding down that sungchan was actually able to flirt with you the way he wanted to.
it was ironic, the harder he tried to seem cool the more awkward he felt. when sungchan put his hands into his pockets to lean over you, he felt like an idiot. the only thing that kept sungchan going was the way you looked up at him, and nodded your head slowly anytime he asked you if you knew how pretty you were. right as sungchan would be getting into the feeling of it all, he would see another one of his guests about to do something that would get sungchan reprimanded by parents. he kissed your cheek before running off, giving you his saddest look.
you didn’t care if sungchan didn’t spend all night with you. you were having fun outside with your friends hearing them talk about whatever came to their minds outside. it seemed like this time was the only relief you got from your hectic school schedules and grueling practices.
just as your huddle started talking about you and sungchan, you saw him come into the backyard. he had a bottle of beer in his hand that was just for show as he nervously approached your group of girls.
“the party is about to end,” sungchan rubbed the back of his neck as your team looked at him unamused. they continued to smoke as sungchan got even more nervous. you smiled at the situation, kicking a rock around as sungchan tried to get in everyone’s good graces. “my parents are gonna be home in the morning.” sungchan said.
your team didn’t react besides karina who nodded to him. sungchan looked at you and smiled, bringing his hand that was awkwardly behind his back to wave at you. it was awkward and he did it for no reason, bringing the attention of your teammates to your interaction. you could feel their eyes drift from sungchan’s hand to yours as you smiled and waved back. sungchan stayed there for a moment with his eyes only on you before he remembered the presence of your teammates. he walked away after looking around your huddle, and slightly tripped while heading back to the door. you failed to hide your smile as your team teased you for the awkward interaction.
you spent the remainder of the party outside with your team, staring at the sliding glass door of sungchan’s house. the door in the kitchen led you right outside, where the main group of people resided. you saw more and more people clear the space as time passed. occasionally you would get a glance of sungchan instructing his team on where to clean up. sungchan would also sneak peaks outside where your team remained unmoving.
“looks like the party is over.” you say casually.
your attempt at sounding casual failed. the moment you finished your sentence your huddle turned towards you with wicked smiled on their faces.
“trying to be alone with sungchan?” karina asked.
“that’s why she’s trying to end the party early.” yunjin laughed.
instantly you shook your head and raised your hands in defense.
“i don’t know what you guys are talking about.” you say.
it was no use. you were teased the whole time while your group left through the gate in sungchan’s backyard. they only got louder when you said you were staying behind to help clean.
“you’ve never helped clean up after a party in your life.” ryujin said.
your whole team was laughing while you tried to make up an excuse. you didn’t hear the end of it until the door closed to karina’s car. even in the team groupchat they were talking about you. the moment karina’s car backed out of the driveway your phone’s ringer was going off. you were getting sent texts talking about the importance of safe sex and to report back about how good sungchan was at actual sex when you were done.
you were defending yourself over text while walking back into sungchan’s house through the back door. the same kitchen table that was covered in spilled drinks and bottles of hard liquor was completely clean. the whole house seemed to be clean now with the help of the soccer team. they had stayed behind too, walking through sungchan’s place with bags and cleaning gloves on checking for spills or leftover trash.
you leaned against the table in sungchan’s kitchen waiting to see him again. his teammates passed by you, getting ready to tell you it was time to go home before realizing who you were. when they saw your face, they would nod politely before walking off to continue cleaning. you tried not to think too much of it, maybe they thought you were waiting for your teammates that were long gone.
sungchan was checking each room of his home trying not to seem frantic. he started at the very top, peaking into the empty room of his parents and then walking down the hallway to check his. when he saw that all of the upstairs was empty, he was happy that there were no stragglers. but when sungchan checked the downstairs living room and the guest room he felt himself begin to panic. he started to think that it was only him, his teammates, and leftover partygoers in his big house. sungchan started swinging open doors without knocking, only muttering a sorry to his teammate in the bathroom before continuing to check the rooms. sungchan almost ran past you to look outside before stopping in his tracks.
you looked up from your phone to see sungchan in the entryway of his dining room. you were still leaning on the table looking up to your boyfriend from something unimportant on your device. you took in sungchan’s frazzled appearance and the way he was slightly out of breath from running around his house. he ran his hand through his hair, pushing the strands from his face. he cleared the singular step that took him down into the kitchen with ease and walked towards you.
“you had fun?” sungchan asks.
sungchan’s perfume gets to you before his hand does. when he leans forward you smell the cleanliness of sandalwood and a hint of spearmint before the warmth and comfort of nutmeg and cardamom fills your nose. the woody cleanliness of sungchan makes you the drunkest you’ve ever been, it almost makes you fall off the counter you lean on. you’re drawn closer to him, and feel him everywhere before he even touches you.
sungchan brings a gentle hand rests on top of yours as he leans his body closer to you. he’s is at an awkward angle, almost like he is trying to stop himself from invading too much of your personal space. you look down at the shirt he managed to keep clean all night. the baby blue polo for your school uniform it’s too formal for a house party, but the collar looks perfect to grab. you have to fight to stop yourself from closing the space between the two of you. your mind drifts to the image of how the fabric would look wrinkled between your clutched fingers.
sungchan’s hand that doesn’t rest on top of yours goes underneath your chin to push your gaze upwards. you let your eyes connect with him, and your hands have to grip tighter to the edge of the counter. if anyone else was in the room they no longer mattered—only you and sungchan existed in the space of his kitchen.
“it was alot of fun.” you said.
“it wasn’t as big as taro’s parties.” sungchan said.
you shrugged your shoulders, trying to seem nonchalant. you felt like you were going to snap off the edge of sungchan’s counter with the force of your grip.
“i like smaller parties. they’re calmer.” you say.
sungchan nods in agreement. you see hie body pause for a second before he lets his hand rest on the edge of the counter next to yours. you quickly try to loosen your grip, but you see sungchan hold the edge until his knuckles turn white. it becomes harder to remain calm as sungchan’s eyes get softer. he still refuses to come closer into your space. it's almost torture having him close enough to smell but too far to touch casually.
“i barely got to see you.” you continue.
sungchan nods again. he surprises you by coming in a little closer, his hand underneath your chin brings you to him. you use your hands on the counter to move your body towards his.
when someone clears their throat in the kitchen you both jolt. sungchan’s hand immediately drops from your face and you turn your head away from whoever made the noise. you look outside the window of sungchan's kitchen, looking at the empty yard where you oncee stood. sungchan lets go of the counter to stand upright. he clears his throat too, and you can hear him scratching his head.
“we need help finding more bags.” you heard a voice awkwardly say.
“i showed you where already.” sungchan said.
“i forgot.” he says simply.
you let a tiny laugh escape you and sungchan shakes his head. when the person turns to leave the kitchen you look and see that it’s sohee. he sat next to you in your home economics class last year. now you would have to avoid him for the next couple days. sohee turned around for a moment and you could almost feel sungchan next to you trying to inconspicuously shoo him away. sohee looked lost for just a moment, looking around where to go before walking out of sight.
sungchan’s hands that were in the air suddenly moved to his hair to adjust the strands. he looked at you again before swallowing his nerves.
“go upstairs and wait for me?” sungchan asked.
he left the question in the air to let you decide what you wanted to do. his teeth were showing by the time he was done talking, an awkward smiling playing on his lips. you remain straight faced, the only expression showing in your eyes.
“is it going to be just us?” you ask.
you looked past sungchan to his mostly vacant home. the only evidence of a party that remained were the stragglers and the sparse messes on the floors. you saw crumpled red solo cups and occasionally your foot would step in something sticky. your team is long gone. they seemed to have disappeared after you told ryujin your plans, and you’re sure ryujin told everyone else.
sungchan plays with the short sleeve of your shirt, thumbing the hem so he can touch your bare arm. his hand travels up from the fabric until he reaches your face. he used his thumb to stroke the apples of your cheeks. his eyes focus on the way your skin moves underneath the light pressure of his thumb when he speaks.
“just us. i’ll put people on the street if i have to.” sungchan says.
you laugh and put your hand on his, moving it away from your face. his eyes snap back to yours, looking to see if you had changed your mind. you try to seem facetious, like you have something in store for him when you get him alone.
“your room is on the right up the stairs?” you ask innocently.
you start heading the correct way when sungchan nods quickly. he stays there for a moment, just to make sure you’re heading towards the stairs. he peaks over his shoulder to see the person that he almost got out the house settled back on his couch. sungchan starts backing towards the person on his couch as you walk towards the stairs. you turn your back but you can hear sungchan call out to you from the living room.
“i’ll be up there soon.” he says excitedly.
when you get to the base of sungchan’s stairs, the way up is daunting. you believe going up shotaro’s stairs were easier, even if his stairs were bare and had to carpet to help traction your feet. shotaro’s stairs had people shoulder to shoulder, not giving you the chance to be alone even if you wanted to. but up sungchan’s stairs—thirteen to be exact—was his empty room waiting for you. you tried to not trip on the even steps, and tried to seem as relaxed as possible incase sungchan had turned around to check that you went into the correct room. your posture is straightened as you try to make yourself seem calm and collected, and your hand grips the railing with a white knuckle.
you somehow make it up, and immediately make a beeline for sungchan’s room. you waste no time closing the door behind you, trying to give yourself as much time as possible to relax. you pace around sungchan’s room in the same timid path to try not and disrupt anything. you look at his desk and his chair that has his backpack hanging on the back. you turn on his lamp and look at the papers he has laid out.
when you feel like you have looked for too long, you walk to his dresser to read the trophies and medals that rest on top. they’re dusty, some of them newer than others but they all say the same thing. when you get tired of that you move to sungchan’s black bedside table. you debate on opening the tiny drawer, just to take a peak at what’s inside. when the temptation becomes to strong, you walk around the foot of sungchan’s bed to go to the other side. you study the photos and posters on his wall, slowly making your way across his room. at the very end, the closest spot to his bed you see the black and white photobooth pictures you took on your second date. you smile looking at the four photos on top of eachother. only in the first and last one does sungchan actually look at the camera; the two in the middle he spent locked on the expressions you made for the memories. you still remember having to manually move his head to take the last photo.
you were leaning in close to the photos when you heard the door open. your mind was preoccupied by snooping around sungchan’s room that you almost forgot why you were in here. the fleeting idea of stripping down to your undergarments and waiting on his bed for him posed all provocatively crossed your mind. the idea left your mind almost as soon as you realized you couldn’t look at sungchan’s bed without your stomach doing flips. it was too late anyway sungchan was in the room with you and you turned from the photos on his wall like you were caught doing something you weren’t supposed to.
sungchan enters his room hesitating. he stands in the open doorframe, to let the light from his hallway spill in. he debates with himself quietly, before using his back to gently close the door. when it’s just the two of you in the room the atmosphere changes. you watch sungchan’s every move as he comes further into the bedroom. he messes with something on his desk before coming around the foot of his bed to get closer to you. this is different from the anonymity of being in shotaro’s room. you are looking at the memories and snapshots of sungchan’s life while the possibilities of how your night is going to go hangs in the air.
sungchan sits on the edge of the bed and gently taps the space beside him. the invitation is timid, almost as timid as your shy steps towards him. the springs of his mattress give underneath your weight, and the dip caused by sungchan's body causes you to get slide closer to him. you can feel sungchan prop a hand behind your body as he leans back slightly. you let yourself lean on his arm, and sungchan flexes to give your body something more stable. he points to the photo booth pictures that are tacked to his wall with the hand that isn’t behind you.
“those are my favorite photos of us.” he says.
you hum in agreement, and let your body lean further into sungchan’s.
“that was a good day.” you say.
for a moment, you and sungchan stay like that, sitting on the edge of his bed while looking at the photos. the silence is comfortable, both of you leaning further and further into one another. you can feel the tension in the room go up as sungchan moves the hand behind you to wrap around your waist. it's slow, first picking at the belt loop of your jeans before going underneath the bottom of your shirt. his hand is warm against your waist, and you scoot closer to him. you can't get any closer without going to sungchan's lap, you only move to show him his touches are invited. you continue to breathe in sungchan, trying to calm your heart by looking at the photos on his wall.
“is everyone gone?” you ask.
“eunseok just left to drop off anton,” sungchan moves his hand to rest on your thigh that’s closest to him. “it’s just us.” sungchan says.
you finally get the courage to turn your head. you look at sungchan, your own face reflected in his eyes as he gets closer and closer to you.
both you and sungchan close your eyes at the same time before the kiss. it’s slow only a gentle peck to figure out what the other wants. too deliberate and overthought on both ends, completely different from the first time. you almost pull back as doubt creeps in but sungchan pushes forward to keep your lips connected. he’s quick, and his lips linger longer. you relax into sungchan as he sets the rhythm.
once you find a steady pace you both become more and more desperate. your hands touch various places on sungchan’s arm to find a good grip and sungchan’s hand goes underneath your chin to slightly push your head up. his other hand that wraps around your waist pulls at your sides underneath your shirt.
sungchan’s kisses falter, an offering for you to take the lead. you do it without hesitation—one hand reaches behind his back to the nape of his neck and the other clutches his shoulder. you tilt your head and sungchan mirrors your movement, giving you all the access you need. you both become starved, needing more and more with each kiss. the obvious doesn’t have to be said as you two dive into one another. both of your hands move to sungchan’s face to pull him in closer. he responds by getting off the bed and gets in front of you. your lips never separate as sungchan lets you suck on his face.
he’s a good teammate on and off the field, letting you kiss him until you tucker yourself out. when you pull away to catch your breath sungchan goes to your neck, bending even closer to lightly suck and nip at your skin. you clutch the sides of his polo shirt in your hands at the sensation. his plush lips tickle your neck, and the way his large hand tilts your head to the side makes you sigh contently.
you let your body fall back on the bed and sungchan kisses your neck all the way down. you can feel the electricity and sungchan can feel it too. you're already squirming, strong hands on his shoulder keeps sungchan in place. his dick presses against his pants, and he exerts all of his self control to hold himself back. you look so good underneath his body, and he breaks his no outside clothes on the bed rule to prop one of his knees beside your thighs. your hands continue to mess with his shirt, pushing it up to reveal his toned body. you arch off the bed, needing to feel his body against yours.
sungchan is suddenly upright, using quick hands to unbutton his polo. it’s over his head while you come from your daze. you start working on your own shirt, your fidgety hands fail you. sungchan is there to help you the rest of the way even though his hands shake the same.
when you are in your bra he kisses you back down onto the bed. his lips are on yours when you feel for the button on his jeans, clumsily undoing them as you try to keep up with his kisses.
“so pretty.” sungchan says breathlessly.
he started working at getting your pants off. having to lift your hips in the air is awkward, but it helps you push yourself further onto the bed. only your feet are over the edge when you’re left in your under garments. sungchan takes off his pants beside the bed. he adjusts the light setting on his lamp, changing it to a dim setting that still allows him to be visible.
”is having the light on okay?” sungchan looks to you quickly. “i want to see you.”
you shift slightly on the bed as you nod. sungchan’s eyes wander all over your body, staying on the parts of you he couldn’t see in the darkness of shotaro’s room.
he comes back to your slowly on the bed, his knees going to either side of you. he looms over you, bringing your face in for another kiss. this time it’s sungchan sucking on your lips, trailing down until he’s kissing your collarbones.
“can i touch you?” he asks.
his voice is raspy and low. you can feel the thrill shoot up your spine and the heat in the pit of your stomach intensifies.
“please.” you say.
sungchan wastes no time gripping your chest. he moves down your body slightly to place kisses on the exposed skin and to look at your expressions. he presses the pads of his fingers into your pillowy skin, fixated on the way it spills between his fingers. when his lips graze your sensitive areola you lift your leg that's between his. you can feel his hard dick press into your leg and sungchan sighs. when he purposely presses his dick against your thigh you can feel all of him, heavy and hard underneath his briefs. you sigh contently, and quietly moan when his kisses get wetter. sungchan doesn’t try to take off your bra, instead he pushes it down until your chest is completely exposed.
when he looks up to you again you nod, and your hand goes to his hair. you pet his head and arch your back into sungchan’s mouth and he doesn't hesitate to take you into his mouth. you can’t maintain eye contact when he looks up at you with glossy eyes, almost like he's waiting for approval. you lean your head back into the mattress, hoping that the way you pet his head tells him how good you feel.
sungchan starts moving your body until your head is resting on his pillows. when he’s not sucking on one breast he rolls your nipples between his fingers. you whimper when he pinches a little harder, and you can feel his smile against your wet skin.
sungchan drags his tongue across your chest until he latches on your other nipple. the cold air in sungchan’s room leaves the sensitive bud hardening, and the stimulation leaves you a squirming mess. you are only temporarily sated when sungchan’s fingers push underneath the waistband of your panties.
“so wet.” sungchan says quietly.
you only whine in response, and your legs close around sungchan’s hand. he smiles when he sees your swollen lip caught between your teeth and your hand fisting the sheets on his bed. your legs give sungchan’s hand no resistance when he separates them at the knee. he swipes his finger down your folds while he looks up at you.
“can you?” you ask.
sungchan nods before sliding a finger in. your body trembles. when he puts in two fingers you grab him and pull him close, pressing his face the soft skin of your stomach.
“i can barely fit two fingers” sungchan says.
he’s amazed when you start lifting your hips slightly. sungchan looks up to you and purposely locks his hand in place to see what you will do. when your stomach starts tightening so you can fuck yourself on his fingers, sungchan's eyes go wide. when you hiss each time his fingers go all the way inside of you, his dick twitches in his briefs. when you have to shake your head after sungchan tries to scissor his fingers, he has to focus on something else in his room.
“you’re perfect.” sungchan says out of breath.
he keeps his fingers in place, looking down at you as you slowly bring your hips up. your knees come together, and your grip on his sheets turns your knuckles white. when you start shaking sungchan has to pull his fingers out. he kisses away your whines when you start reaching for the waistband of his briefs.
sungchan looks down at your hand on his waistband and considers something for a moment.
“i could barely fit two fingers.” sungchan says.
“we can try,” you begin to pout and reach for your own waistband. “please?” you ask.
sungchan folds immediately, getting off his bed to look in his bedside drawer. you take the time to strip yourself, unclasping your bra and taking off your panties. sungchan looks around his drawer faster before finding what he’s looking for.
“i have these this time.” sungchan smiles.
you look and see the line of foil packets in sungchan’s hand. there’s atleast five, none of them have been separated yet. your eyes go wide and sungchan’s eyes go wide too. his cheeks become rosy as he holds out his hands defensively.
“i don’t plan on using all of them or anything. just extra just in case.” he says.
sungchan’s words come out rushed and you can’t help but smile. you slowly come to the edge of the bed yourself, letting your legs fall over the edge as sungchan slots himself between them. you snap at his waistband and look up to him. he ineptly detaches a single condom from the foil line, tearing it open quickly. you get back onto the bed as sungchan pushes down his underwear. you only let yourself look for a second to watch him slide the condom on his length. you look away and settle yourself in between the pillows, trying to find a comfortable position as sungchan clambers onto his bed.
you lay down as sungchan hovers above you, propped on an elbow as he looks down between the two of you. the anticipation is almost blinding as he looks to you for reassurance.
your eyes are closed underneath sungchan, and he kisses your lids to get you to look at him. you look to him for comfort, and his hand touching your face soothes you.
“tell me if it’s too much.” sungchan says.
you nod and crane your neck to kiss his lips. he kisses you back, and continues to kiss you as he lets his tip prod at your entrance. sungchan keeps his kisses constant, pressing lips to your open mouth. sungchan lips move all along your face as he goes further and further. when your walls clamp around him he can’t go any further without resistance. your sounds had graduated from whispers to moans when sungchan has to stop.
“you’re so tight.” he hisses.
“it’s alot.” you whimper.
sungchan stills inside of you and you bring your legs up to bend at the knee. spreading helps open your hips more, but an almost pained expression flashes against sungchan's face.
“should i pull out?” sungchan voice shakes.
“no,” you shake your head a little too quickly. “just go slow.” you say.
sungchan nods and kisses your forehead. he goes at an even slower pace. so slow that you can feel him everywhere—by the time sungchan’s hips kiss yours you’re consuming all of him. the way his hair shakes in the space between the two of you, his hand gripping your hip and his lips on your cheek. he pulls away only to go to the crook of your neck.
“you’re soooo tight.” sungchan rasps into your ear.
the way sungchan emphasizes almost makes you apologize. when you spread further to try and give him space he winces and holds your hips tighter.
"fuck. oh my god."
sungchan’s voice is almost whining in the skin of your neck. you let your hands go to his back, trying to find a comfortable position. you press on his back, and sungchan looks up from your neck to kiss your jaw.
“can i move?” sungchan asks tensely.
you tell him yes, and when he pulls out to slide in just as slow you move your hips up to meet him the rest of the way. sungchan sighs and you do too. you don’t know how you didn’t ask him to fuck you then and there in shotaro’s room all that time ago.
“it's like a perfect fit.” sungchan looks at you when he slides in a little faster.
“please don’t stop.” you whine.
“i don’t wanna,” you accidentally squeeze around sungchan’s length. “oh my god.” he says.
when sungchan kisses your lips again, you flex your abs to purposely clamp your walls around sungchan’s dick. you fail a few times, but when sungchan’s kisses falter you know you’re doing it right. you look to sungchan’s eyes and he looks down at you. his eyes are wide and blown out. he turns his head slightly when you keep squeezing around him, and you lift your hips to increase his pace.
“too much.” sungchan whines.
sungchan usually wasn't the one too back down from a challenge. that's why he was the leader of his team and why he was so good at his sport. when faced with a challenge he was able to find a way around it. he thought that breathing and focusing on anything else would keep him there with you. as he continud to slide in and out, he focused on his breathing, the way your face was contorting in pleasure trying to take all of him. the excitement that hung heavy off of him was bearable until the look in your eyes changed and sungchan felt your walls clamp his dick. almost too fast his hips stuttered and yours picked up their pace. his grip on your waist was useless as it loosened and he was pulled in close by you. the thrill he kept at bay shot up his spine and rang in his head.
sungchan moaned into your mouth when he came undone. it was desperate and quick, arguably even ruined as he started rutting into helplessly. his moans turned into whines while he released into the condom. feeling his climax brought you closer to your own peak, but you could feel yourself coming down when his sweaty body slumped on top of yours.
only a moment passes before his head shoots up from your chest, looking you in the eye. they’re no longer glazed with concern, only wide and blown out as he maintains eye contact.
sungchan said nothing when he stood up on his knees. your body can’t be cooled by the sweat when you feel his hands press to the back of your thighs. you moan at his strength, how he’s bending you in a new way. this sungchan is nothing like the whimpering mess that was panting against the skin of your neck before. this wasn't the sungchan that came on your cheer skirt almost untouched. this is the sungchan that has your knees pressed to your chest and watches his dick glide in and out of your pussy.
“feels good?” he asked, looking up to you.
“faster.” you whined.
”you got it” sungchan smiled.
sungchan went harder and faster, fucking you into his mattress. later down the line, once you got used to him, sungchan will coo at you teasingly as your responses came out jumbled messes. he would have to prove to you how possessive he really was, how the thought of anyone else seeing you like this made his skin crawl. without saying anything, sungchan could see you understood. he could tell by the way you looked at the shaking medals that hung above his bed while his headboard make contact with the wall. he could see your frantic hand trying to find something to steady yourself, first grabbing at the sheets before digging your nails into his arm. sungchan moaned, only using the pain as motivation to fuck you faster.
you could feel his strength behind each thrust and the hold on your thighs. the sound of skin slapping against skin drowned out your moans. sungchan heard you perfectly when you moaned about being close. looked away from your face to look where your hips met. he used only one hand to keep your thighs in place and used the other to whirl his finger on your clit. your other hand rested on top sungchan’s hand that kept your thighs in place. sungchan looked to your face again and clasped his hand over yours. both of you worked together to keep your thighs in place while sungchan kept his pace.
“cum for me baby.” sungchan said.
the way sungchan spoke to you had you coming undone. he was tender but set on his mission. he gave you all you needed to seize around his dick and cry out. by habit you let your moans be muffled by your arm. sungchan’s hand was quick in letting go of your thighs, forcing you to hold them in place while his hand moved your face to his. he swallowed your moans and cries while continuing to fuck you, only stopping when they fizzed off into weak whimpers.
the two of your stayed in that position, sungchan’s body pushed against your thighs, and you suddenly started noticing the position wasn’t comfortable. you let your suddenly tired legs down, and they slid on the covers until laid flat. sungchan’s exertion seemed to catch up to him too. he was huffing to catch his breath mirroring your hiss when he slid out to continue laying on top of you. when sungchan’s body became too heavy on top of you, you gently pressed at his shoulder. sungchan’s body stiffened and he looked up to you.
“i’m sorry.” he apologized quickly while rolling off your body.
you two laid on his bed in silence while trying to catch your breath. you could feel sungchan occasionally turning towards you.
“was that too much?” sungchan asked.
when you turned towards him sungchan looked worried. if you had any strength left in your body you would’ve laid on top of him and press lazy kisses to his face to thank him. but you had to regain your energy to ask for another round.
“that was perfect.” you say honestly.
sungchan’s worried expression is replaced with a smile. he already is back to normal, pinching your cheek before leaning over and kissing your forehead.
“you should go to the bathroom,” sungchan pulls away from your forehead. “always pee after sex.”
he gets off his bed to tie the condom off, stretching his back until it pops and comes to your side. you are barely able to prop yourself up on your elbows as sungchan goes into his dresser. he pulls out boxers for you and a large shirt, setting it beside you.
you nod and sigh in pain as you bring your legs over the edge of the bed. you playfully hit sungchan’s leg when you see him puff out his chest in pride.
“are you gonna tell your friends how i get down?” sungchan teases.
omg LOVED the eunseok angst !! can you pls write a pt 2 !! maybe with sungchan using prompts 61 & 63 🙂↕️ <3 a good angst
61. “I know you think we aren’t right for each other, but we’ve run into each other too many times for you to tell me that this isn’t fate.”
63. “People like me aren’t supposed to have someone like you, I think fate was being harsh on you.”
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[sungchan x reader (ft. eunseok) ; college au; strangers to lovers; angst, fluff, some crack (?) because i wrote this in a haze at 4am; sungchan is a hot nerd; word count: 16.0k (i got carried away) ]
(a/n: i <3 hot nerd sungchan agenda)
read pt 1 here since this fic picks up right where pt 1 left off
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Your hands covered your face, palms pressing into your eyes as you sobbed into the quiet air. Every image of you and Eunseok flashed through your head - from the way he’d kissed you in this same courtyard when you first met to the way less than an hour ago he’d told you that he wished you’d never met.
How could you be so stupid? How could you think that he loved you too? You’d been hanging around for almost a year and you mostly met up at night, alone in his room. Most of your meetings outside of that happened because your roommate was dating his and even then, you never told Hana how you had been hooking up with Eunseok. You couldn’t tell her now either, not when your skin flashed with hot embarrassment as you recalled his rejection over and over.
Almost a year of shared touches, stolen moments, and conversations you’d only trusted him with - just for him to tell you he didn’t even care about you. Your heart felt like it was crumbling with the reminder and your lungs were on fire as you gasped for breath in between cries.
Your throat and chest felt tight, muscles overwhelmed with the pressure from each sob that tore through your body. You weren’t even sure how long you’d been out here, crouched on the floor crying your heart out. You were oblivious to your surroundings, not even noticing a figure approaching from the side.
The man stopped in his tracks when he first saw you, glancing around the empty courtyard warily before taking careful steps towards you.
“Um..” He reached a hand out towards you before stopping himself in fear of spooking you. He glanced around again, bringing his hands to the straps of his backpack as he did so. His brows furrowed as he turned back to you, watching as you struggled to even out your breaths as your head slunk between your knees.
He cleared his throat, watching as your body stiffened for a moment at the noise, “Excuse me. Are you..” His words trailed for a moment as your head lifted to look over at him. Your eyes were puffy, cheeks wet and nose pink as you sucked in rapid, choppy breaths, “Are you okay?”
Your vision was blurred by tears, only registering the tall appearance of the man before you before your lips wobbled at his question. A whine vibrated against your throat as you shook your head and dropped it between your knees again, resuming your crying. The boy’s lips parted as he watched you, suddenly feeling at a loss with the situation he found himself in. It was almost 1 in the morning and he’d just gotten back from a late night study session. This was the last thing he expected to deal with tonight.
What was a guy even supposed to do when he found a random girl crying alone at night? He swore he’d seen a video on Tiktok a few days ago about how crying women showing up alone at night was the latest ruse to rob people. The creator had said something about how there was always a second party around the corner that would jump good samaritans in situations like this. He hadn’t thought much about it then but now, he was a little wary. It didn’t help that you looked so pathetic, crumpled into a little ball that made him not want to leave you alone. What if one of the creeps from Alpha Delta Whatever tried to take advantage of you like this? He knew the frat guys weren’t all like that but he’d heard enough stories to stay rooted to his spot near you.
He thought for a moment that if you were trying to rob him, he was about to make it really easy.
“Hey,” He sighed, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose as he took a step closer to you, “It’s not really safe for a girl to be alone this late at night,”
He didn’t expect you to respond but as you mumbled an incoherent I don’t care in between whimpers and sobs, his shoulders slumped in distress.
He thought for another moment that if you weren’t trying to rob him, you would make it really easy for others to rob you.
“I think you should care,” He cocked his head to the side, “Statistically we live in a safe area but colleges can be an outlier in that data and college campuses actually show a higher rate in crime related to property damage and theft. You lifted your head, peeking over at the random man that was privy to your breakdown and for some reason was telling you about criminal statistics. It was bizarre enough to make your cries come to a halt for a moment. Your breaths were still shaky as you wiped at your eyes, faintly registering the throbbing pressure in your head.
“What?” You blinked up at him through wet lashes, finally taking a good look at the man. He was tall, really tall, and clad in a boxy zip-up grey hoodie, t-shirt peeking out from underneathm and black sweats. His hands held onto the straps of his backpack and a pair of glasses sat perched up on his nose. Behind the frames sat a surprised expression and a head of fluffy brown hair.
“Hey,” He perked up just a bit, lips tugging into a gentle smile “You stopped crying,”
“Yeah,” You sniffled, pulling at the neckline of your shirt to dab at your nose, “Because you started to talk about property damage statistics while I’m here crying over…” Your words got caught at the reminder of why you were here and as the memory of Eunseok’s cold stare and harsh words hit you again, the waterworks started again. The man in front of you could only watch in dumbstruck awe as you leaned backwards to sit on your butt, bringing your hands over your face as your cries resumed.
“No, no, no,” He stumbled forward, slowly crouching down as he brought a hesitant hand to your back. He winced as he felt your body shake against his touch, “Hey I can talk about other statistics,” His brows furrowed as he racked his brain for something to say to get you to stop crying.
“Um,” He sucked in a breath as you folded in on yourself, “Did you know that giraffes are 30 times more likely to get hit by lightning than people,”
When you continued to cry, ignoring his fact, he felt himself panicking, “Uh..The…Oh! Snails! Snails have teeth. They actually have between 1000 to 12000 teeth if you want to be preci-”
“Stop,” You croaked, shaking your head as you shut your eyes tight, replaying the entire conversation you had with Eunseok earlier over and over, “I don’t give a shit about snails and I really don’t need you to comfort me right now,”
The man froze for a moment, frown cementing on his lips as another whine left your lips.
“Well I can’t just leave a crying girl out here alone. It’s not safe this late at night,” He sighed, shifting to sit down next to you. As a chill ran through the air, he noted how you were only in a t-shirt and jeans. With a sigh he took off his backpack, setting it down next to him, before unzipping his hoodie and draping it over your shoulders. You noticed the smell of his cologne as soon as the fabric set over your body, notes of black pepper and raspberry settling into your nose. You felt the man’s hand on your back again, this time rubbing gentle circles into your skin. You hated to admit it but as he continued his reassuring movements, offering silent support, you felt yourself calming down little by little until your cries dissolved into sniffles and hiccups.
“Here,” You felt the man next to you shuffling until he nudged your arm with a half-full water bottle, “You don’t want to dehydrate,”
You stared at the bottle and then up at him, noting the kind smile on his face.
“I don’t know,” You swallowed thickly, wiping at your eyes with the back of your hand, “Statistically ⅔ of people globally have oral herpes. How do I know you’re not one of them?”
The man blinked at you in awe for a moment before his head fell in a quick fit of laughter. Had you not been in a state of turmoil, you would have stopped to admire just how cute his laugh sounded.
“I promise you I’m clean,” He lifted his head, pushing his glasses back up his nose when his eyes met yours again. He held the bottle towards you once more and this time you took it from him. You took a few sips, welcoming the cool feeling of the liquid soothing your throat before handing it back to him with a quiet thank you.
“I’m Sungchan by the way,” He set the bottle back inside his backpack before settling into his spot next to you. You met his introduction with your own, quietly offering your name in between sniffles.
“So….” He awkwardly hummed as he pulled his legs up and rested his elbows against his knees, “I know I’m just a random guy but want to tell me why you’re out here crying in the middle of the night?” You swallowed at his question, setting your head down against your knees before heaving out a big sigh.
“I met a guy last year,” Your bottom lip wobbled as you started to recount your saga with Eunseok. Sungchan, despite being a total stranger, listened dutifully. His hand was on your back again, gently rubbing every time you would let out little cries between speaking. He thought it was definitely a big improvement from the debilitating sobs he heard moments earlier. When you finished recounting the moments that led up to your arrival at the courtyard, Sungchan was silent. You braved a glance his way, finding his face set into a deep frown.
“That…” He huffed, having difficulty with finding the right words before settling for a few simple ones, “He sounds like a dick,”
That managed to pull a soft laugh from you and Sungchan’s expression softened at the sound.
“He does, doesn’t he?” You sniffled as another wave of tears washed over you, “I should have realized it didn’t mean anything to him,”
“Whoever this guy is,” Sungchan patted your back before bringing his hand back to his body, “He’s an idiot for not realizing he had someone who loved him this much. It’s his loss,”
You nodded at Sungchan’s words, trying to convince yourself to believe them. You sat like that for a while, your breaths slowly calming down as Sungchan patiently sat by. He leaned back at some point, letting his palms press into the ground behind him as he looked up at the stars in the sky. You weren’t sure how much time had passed when you heard Sungchan yawning.
“Fuck,” You winced, grabbing the boy’s attention as you moved to stand, “I’m so sorry. I should probably get home. I’ve held you up, huh?”
Sungchan followed your lead, dusting off his pants before shaking his head with a smile, “It’s fine. I couldn’t just leave a lady in distress,”
“Still…” You shrugged off his hoodie, holding it out to him, “I don’t live too far from here so I’ll just get going…”
Sungchan’s brows raised at your words, “You don’t live here?” When you shook your head in response you knew he was going to offer to walk you home from the look on his face. Before he could even present that option, you assured him you were fine to walk yourself.
“I’ve taken up enough of your time and it’s only like a 15 minute walk if I go fast,” You assured. When Sungchan’s concerned expression didn’t fade, you were giving him a little sigh before pulling your phone out and handing it to him, “Here, text yourself so you have my number. I’ll text you again later so you know I got home safe,”
While Sungchan would have rather made sure you got home safely himself, he didn’t want to push too hard considering he’d just met you. In the back of his head, he thought you might still be able to rob him. So, instead he just entered his number into your phone and pushed his hoodie back into your hands. You raised a brow at the action.
“It’s cold out. I live in the Bio house which is just right there” He pointed behind you to a house that stood at the corner of the courtyard, “So I’m fine but if you have to walk home alone, I’d feel a little better knowing you aren’t freezing on the way,”
You sighed at his explanation, “Thank you…” Your words trailed as you realized you had forgotten his name. He couldn’t help but snort at this.
“Sungchan,” He smiled as he slung his backpack over his shoulder, “The names in your phone too if you forget,”
And so, you found yourself quietly slipping into your apartment a little over 15 minutes later. You were glad that you and Hana had gotten a new place for your last year of college - one that gave you both your own rooms. You didn’t have to worry about waking her as you settled into the bean bag that sat in the corner of your room and pulled out your phone. You navigated to your messages, a small laugh leaving your lips at the name Sungchan had set for himself before you sent him a text.
[ to: jung sungchan (guy from the courtyard)
i made it home. thank you again for listening. i’ll be sure to wash and return your hoodie. ]
His response came almost instantly.
[ from: jung sungchan (guy from the courtyard)
of course. make sure to get some rest tonight
and fuck that guy.
not literally.
sorry…. ]
You couldn’t help but laugh again at his texts. You could imagine him panicking with how fast each message came through.
[ to: jung sungchan (guy from the courtyard)
good night sungchan :) ]
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“I’m so pissed at Wonbin,” Hana told you over breakfast a week later. You raised a brow as you shoved a spoonful of cereal into your mouth, signaling her to continue, “He and Eunseok have been playing video games until 3 in the morning for the last couple of days. He missed our date yesterday because he overslept,” You stiffened at the mention of Eunseok but tried to play it off as you continued to eat your meal. Hana didn’t seem to notice as she poured herself a glass of orange juice.
“He said he was coming over today to make it up to me but unless he’s hanging the stars from our ceiling, I’m still going to be pissed,” She huffed before taking a sip, “This is Eunseok’s fault too you know,” You hummed in response, ignoring the uncomfortable feeling burrowing into your chest at the continued mention of the man that broke your heart. It wasn’t Hana’s fault though. Neither she, nor Wonbin, seemed to have any idea you and Eunseok had been hooking up. You weren’t sure why you had never told her but at some point, you’d gotten so far in that you didn’t know how to tell her that you were having sex with her boyfriend’s roommate for months and were falling in love with him.
It felt too embarrassing to tell her now with the way things ended, especially since it seemed that Eunseok wasn’t as affected as you were- given the fact that he was happily gaming every night since.
“The only time he doesn’t get on my nerves is when we all hang out together,” She gestured between you both, “It’s like you neutralize the annoying part of him,”
“Yeah,” You gave her an awkward laugh in response.
“Honestly,” She sat down at the kitchen counter next to you with a snort, “maybe you two should get together so he can be more tolerable,”
You said nothing to that, mouth running dry as it only served to remind you that he had rejected you - harshly, at that. Hana seemed to notice your silence, raising a brow as she faced you.
“Hey, you okay?” She asked, snapping you out of your quick wallowing.
“Y-yeah,” You nodded a little too quickly, “Sorry. I was just thinking about how I needed to grab some groceries today,”
“Oh,” Hana hummed, “Can you grab some of those protein shakes I like?”
You gave her a nod in response, mumbling a quick sure before finishing up your cereal.
Once you were at the grocery store later that day, you weren’t even sure what you needed to get yourself. You had stopped by for your weekly grocery run just two days ago so you didn’t actually need to re-up yet. You’d grabbed Hana’s protein shakes already and found yourself in the produce aisle, staring at the mangoes and wondering if you had enough fruit at home or not. You hadn’t realized how intently you were in thought until someone was tapping on your shoulder, causing you to jump with a start. Your hand came to your chest in an attempt to calm the sudden spike in your heart rate.
“Shit- sorry,” Your head snapped up at the sound of a familiar voice, lips parting in surprise at the sight of Sungchan standing before you, “Didn’t mean to scare you,”
He offered you a small smile as you stared at him, taking in the sight of him in a well-lit area. Unlike the night you met, he didn’t have his glasses on - likely having swapped them for contacts. He wore a track jacket, unzipped to reveal a tank top below, and a pair of sweatpants. His skin was slightly flushed and you assumed that he must have come here straight from the gym, especially with how his hair still looked a little damp from sweat.
“Sungchan,” You met his smile with one of your own, “Hey, Um, I meant to text you earlier this week about your hoodie,”
“Oh!” Sungchan’s brows raised at the reminder, “I forgot I had lent that to you,” A soft laugh left his lips as he brought one of his hands to the back of his head, “I actually just saw you when I walked in and wanted to say hi…and uh, see how you were doing. I hope that’s not weird?”
You shook your head in response, assuring him that it wasn’t weird and that you were doing fine.
“I think you got to see the worst of it,” Your cheeks burned at the memory, eyes dropping to the floor as embarrassment settled in, “It’s been a bit hard but I’ve been managing,”
“He hasn’t messaged or called you or anything, has he?” Sungchan asked and you shook your head, making the man before you click his tongue in annoyance, “Dick,”
You chuckled at his tone, raising your head to meet his eyes again.
“He really is, huh?” You said matter of factly.
“I bet he’s ugly too,” Sungchan shook his head, crossing his arms in front of his chest as he did so. When your brows furrowed at his words, Sungchan gave you a sheepish smile, “Too much? I was just trying to make you feel better,” At that, you couldn’t help the laughter that left your lips. Sungchan’s grin grew wider at this.
“You’re really funny, you know that?” You shook your head.
“Am I?” Sungchan tilted his head to the side.
You nodded, “I mean, you found me crying in the middle of the night and one of the first things you said to me was college crime statistics,”
“Hey,” He put his hands up, “You stopped crying for like 10 seconds after that,”
“Because it was so random.” You rolled your eyes.
“Still,” He shrugged, still smiling down at you. A bit of a silence settled between you two with that. You sucked in a breath, looking over at the mangoes as you remembered you were still in the middle of your impromptu grocery run.
“So hey,” You swallowed, turning back to him, “I did wash your hoodie. I live just down the street in the apartments if you wanted to stop by and grab it..maybe?” You weren’t sure why you suddenly felt nervous. Maybe it was because this man had seen you at one of your low points and you barely knew him. Or maybe it was because he didn’t seem to have any judgement towards you despite seeing you like that.
Sungchan nodded at your proposal, “Sure. I brought my car with me so I can drive us and our groceries there,” He glanced down at your cart, “Are you just getting mangoes and protein shakes?” You sighed at his question before settling with a nod. You really didn’t need anything else and weren’t in the mood to waste your money.
You ended up following Sungchan around for the next 45 minutes, laughing at the little comments he would make here and there. You learned that he was a Biology major and that he was studying to become a doctor. He hadn’t settled on the indication he wanted to focus on but was really leaning towards pediatrics.
“I really like kids,” He shrugged as he told you about it, “My sister’s kid is the greatest little guy you’d ever meet and he makes me want to make sure kids like him are healthy and happy. You know they say kids are the future,”
In turn, you told him about how you were majoring in Education, wanting to become a kindergarten teacher and Sungchan listened intently.
“I’ve had to do some classroom observations as a part of my major and you know, those kids are just so bright. I know a lot of people talk about the pay not being the best compared to a job in STEM but I really think this is something I’ll love doing even 20 years down the road,”
Your fingers tapped against the handles of the shopping cart as you realized this was one of the things you would talk to Eunseok about. You’d told him how you were worried because your parents had always pushed a STEM major for you. When you’d taken an alternative, they weren’t the happiest and you’d always wondered if you were making a mistake despite being passionate about education. Every time, he’d just tell you how it was your life and that you shouldn’t stress too much.
“I think that’s great,” You blinked at Sungchan, realizing that he was beaming at you from across the cart. “At the end of the day, if you’re happy and you’re doing something that makes everything feel worth it, that’s what matters right? I think you’d be a great teacher and besides the whole argument that teachers don’t make good money is pretty subjective,”
You were left awestruck at his words, not knowing how to respond. Thankfully, you didn’t really have to as he started to tug your cart towards the self-checkout counters. You hadn’t even realized that talking to Sungchan had made your chest feel lighter compared to earlier that morning as you loaded everything into his car later.
Sungchan’s car was nice, you found. He’d introduced the old BMW as Bella - Italian for beautiful, despite the car being German. He’d bought the car used right before college. He’d worked summers at a restaurant in his hometown’s mall during his last two years of high school and saved enough for half the cost. His parents helped him with the other half as a graduation gift and he'd boasted that he got a really good deal on it since his dad’s friend sold it to him.
After the super short drive to your apartment, Sungchan helped you carry the protein shakes and mangoes you’d picked up to your place despite your insistence that you could do it yourself. You made small conversation as you walked down the hall to your apartment with Sungchan telling you how he had applied to live in your apartment complex since it was one of the nicer on-campus housing options. Unfortunately, all the slots had filled up so quickly that he wasn’t able to get in.
“Oh I know,” You nodded as you unlocked your door, vaguely noting the sound of voices from the other side “Hana and I were refreshing the website on the dot when applications dropped and-”
Your words were cut short as you opened the door, coming face to face with three figures in your living room. Hana stood in the center of the room, her arms crossed over her chest as she stared down Wonbin with an unimpressed look. The blond looked like he had come straight here from the gym, clad in a tracksuit, and had a desperate look about his face as he tried to talk to his girlfriend - likely about their missed date. It wasn’t those two that had caught you off guard though. Behind them on the sofa sat the reason for your turmoil over the last week. Eunseok sat slouched on your couch, legs spread as he glanced between the couple. He too was wearing his gym attire and you had to wonder for a moment if everyone worked out at this time of day. When the sound of your voice had filled the room, all three turned to look at you.
Hana raised a brow at the sight of you and the man behind you, calling your name in question, “Who’s this?” Her expression was notably brighter from just a moment ago.
“Oh..” You swallowed, avoiding looking at Eunseok at all costs, “This is-”
“Wonbin? Eunseok?” Sungchan’s voice beat you to the punch and you swore that the way your head whipped in his direction must have been comical. He glanced down at you, confused by the sudden wild look in your eyes.
“You know each other?" You hurriedly whispered to him.
Sungchan, ever so confused by your sudden whispering, whispered back, “Yeah, they’re my friends. Why are we whispering?”
“Hey Sungchan,” Eunseok’s voice pulled your attention back to the living room. He had his hand raised in greeting, “Long time no see”
Sungchan snorted in response, “You’re funny acting like I didn’t spot you while you struggled in the gym an hour ago,”
You were suddenly feeling very sick, ignoring the comfortable conversation between the boys as you closed the door behind you and Sungchan. Sungchan didn’t seem to notice your sudden quiet demeanor at first as he introduced himself to Hana.
Your ears were ringing, body feeling really hot as a rush of scenarios flooded your brain - most of them being ones where Sungchan would tell Eunseok about your embarrassing breakdown and then they’d both laugh about it. You hadn’t even realized that Sungchan had called your name or that every pair of eyes in the room were on you until his hand tapped against your arm.
“Sorry - what?” You blinked up at him, taking in a deep breath.
“You okay?” He asked cautiously, lips pinching into a small frown.
“You’ve been zoning out a lot lately,” Hana chimed in, likely referencing your behavior this morning, “Have you been getting enough sleep?”
If the floor would have split apart at that moment, you were thinking that you would willingly jump through it if that would get you out of this room.
“Yeah,” You nodded, grabbing onto Sungchan’s sleeve and pulling him forward toward your room in a rushed movement, “Just been a bit tired lately,” You gave Hana a curt nod, not giving her enough time to ask any other questions as you pushed Sungchan into your room and closed the door behind you. As soon as the door was closed, you looked up at Sungchan, cursing as you saw that he was still holding the case of protein shakes and bag of mangoes. Without a thought, you grabbed the items and went back outside to drop them on the kitchen counter before making a beeline to your room. This time, however, your eyes met Eunseok’s before you could make it back. His brows raised just a fraction at the contact, looking like he wanted to say something but you didn’t give him the chance as you disappeared behind your door once again.
Back in your room, Sungchan stood stupified by your sudden change in behavior.
“Are you okay?” He asked warily as he watched you ignore him and walk towards your closet. You found his hoodie neatly folded on the ledger at the top and took hold of it.
“I’m fine,” You spoke in a clipped manner as you held the garment out for him, “Thank you again for letting me borrow this. You must be busy. Should I walk you out?” Sungchan’s brows furrowed at your words as he took his hoodie from you. His expression only contorted into even more confusion as he noticed how your hands were trembling and you avoided his eyes. He spoke your name softly, setting his hoodie onto your desk before reaching out for you. When your body stiffened at the action, he pulled his hand back to his side.
“Did…Did I do something?” His voice was low, mindful of the people outside. You shook your head, still trying to process that you’d basically overshared your relationship problems with Eunseok to one of Eunseok’s friends. Sungchan was quiet for a moment, waiting for you to speak as he noticed you tapping your hand against your thigh nervously.
“I..” You sucked in a breath, voice coming out small, “Can you please not tell Eunseok about what we talked about last time?” Sungchan was taken aback by your request, looking back towards your door where Eunseok sat on the other side before turning back to you. His confusion lasted only a few moments though as he began to put two and two together.
His lips parted in shock, “Is Eunseok the guy?” You gave him a quiet yes in response and Sungchan could only sigh at that as he ran a hand through his hair.
“I know I must look really stupid right now,” You began, forcing Sungchan’s attention back on you and the way your eyes were welling with tears, “Especially since you’re friends and everything but…Can you please keep it to yourself?”
“Hey,” Sungchan’s voice was rushed but he managed to keep a gentle tone to it, “I’m not going to say anything and I don’t think you’re stupid. This doesn’t change anything I’ve said to you and frankly, I’m just thinking how my friend is a real asshole right now and - oof ” Sungchan felt the air getting knocked out of him as your body collided with his, arms wrapping around his middle as your face pressed into his chest. Quiet whimpers filled the air and Sungchan’s body was quick to relax as his own arms wrapped around you, rubbing down your back.
“It’s okay,” He softly whispered as you held him tighter. He stayed with you like that for a few minutes, listening to how your whimpers died out until you were just standing there quietly. His grip around you only loosened when you started to pull away, wiping at your face with the sleeves of your shirt.
“Sorry,” You mumbled, glancing up at him through wet lashes. Sungchan’s breath caught in his throat at the sight of you before he shook his head.
“No. It’s fine,” He cleared his throat, “You didn’t cry as much as last time. Statistically, some people only start to feel better 3 months after a relationship falls through but look at you doing better after a week,” You stared at Sungchan silently, expression dumbstruck as his words settled into the air. Then, just as Sungchan was about to speak again, you were laughing.
It wasn’t a quiet laugh either. It was one that shook your entire body, racking past your lungs and making your stomach hurt. You weren’t even thinking about the people on the other side of the door as you wiped at the new tears in your eyes, these ones not formed from sadness. Sungchan laughed along with you, glad that you weren’t crying anymore.
“What is with you and statistics?” You breathed as the laughter faded into quiet giggles.
Sungchan sheepishly rubbed his neck at your question, “I was a bit of a nerd in high school. My friends and I used to see who could learn the most facts in a day so I just have a bunch of stats locked and loaded in my head,”
You found his new revelation exceptionally endearing, almost forgetting about the predicament you were in just a moment ago, “That’s really cute.” You offered Sungchan a smile and he couldn’t help the way his cheeks burned at your words.
“Thanks,” He nodded, eyes prying away from yours. He fidgeted in his spot for a moment before forcing himself to look back at you, “I really won’t tell him,” You sucked in a breath at Sungchan’s segway back into earlier’s conversation.
“I don’t fuck with what he did and I don’t want you to feel like I’d take his side over yours just because I am his friend,” You nodded at Sungchan’s words, mumbling a quiet thanks. Silence settled between you again before Sungchan gently clapped his hands together.
“I should probably go though,” Your lips parted into an ‘o’ at his statement, “I do have all those groceries in my car and I don’t want them to go bad,”
“Y-yeah,” You nodded, gesturing towards the door, ready to walk him out.
“Oh!” He stopped you before you could, “There’s something I know would drive him up the wall a little though. Is it okay if I try something if he’s still out there?” You were taken aback a bit by his sudden question but agreed nonetheless. Sungchan felt trustworthy enough right now.
So, as you walked out to the living room - finding that Hana’s room door was closed and only Eunseok remained in the living room - you didn’t think much of it. It was only as you opened the door, ready to bid Sungchan goodbye that you caught the mischievous grin on his lips.
“I’ll see you later, okay?” His voice was so soft as one of his hands moved to cradle your cheek and before you knew it, his lips pressed against your cheek in a quick, chaste kiss. When he pulled away his smile was just as soft as his voice and with a final wink, he was turning to walk away, leaving you dumbstruck. You slowly closed your front door as he walked away, locking it before turning back to catch a glimpse of Eunseok simply staring at you. His expression was more shocked now but you paid him no mind as you scurried back to your room, ignoring how he started to call out your name before the door shut behind you.
Back in your room, you noticed that Sungchan had forgotten his hoodie.
[ to: jung sungchan (guy from the courtyard)
you left your hoodie. ]
You stared at your screen for a moment before changing Sungchan’s contact name. A few moments later, your phone buzzed with a response.
[ from: sungchan :)
i guess i’ll have to come back for it another day.
i hope that didn’t freak you out.
he already texted me asking how we knew each other
told him we met at the library a while back]
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Another week had passed since your fall-out with Eunseok. The man still hadn’t reached out to you and with each day that did pass, you were starting to think that maybe this was all for the best. Someone that didn’t even check up on you didn’t deserve to be in your life and certainly didn’t deserve your tears.
Still, you couldn’t help when the tears would fall. It was all still fresh and you swore that sometimes when you lay awake at night, you could still feel the ghost of his fingers on you and his warm breath fanning against your skin. It was on one of those nights that you had found yourself pressing your palms to your face in frustration before throwing yourself out of bed. A quick glance to the clock on your wall told you that it was 10pm and while you really should be sleeping so that you didn’t die at your 8am lecture the next morning, you found yourself changing into a pair of sweats and rummaging through your closet for a hoodie. As your luck would have - or more so your laziness - your laundry had piled up and the only clean hoodie you had was Sungchan’s. Grabbing the garment, you wondered how he was doing. He also hadn’t messaged you since your last run in but, in turn, you hadn’t either. It’s not like you really knew each other well enough to check in on each other and he was pre-med so you just assumed he had more important things to focus on.
Your fingers pressed into the fabric of his hoodie for a moment before you decided to throw it on over your bra. It wasn’t cold enough for you to really need to wear a shirt underneath anyways and besides, it wasn’t like you were going to wander outside for too long.
No, instead, you grabbed your backpack and decided to make the 15 minute trek to campus towards your favorite on-campus library. If you were going to be awake, you might as well get some work done. Despite being an education major, you really liked the biology department’s library. You had frequented it during your freshman year when you had to take a gen-ed biology class and maybe it was because it had become so familiar early on that you found yourself always coming back to it despite the education buildings being on the other side of campus.
You felt your shoulders sag as you walked into the familiar building, taking in the comforting smell of all the books. The building was dimly lit with just a few students occupying the tables inside. Your feet carried to the second floor, finding an empty table by the windows that gave you a clear view of the campus outside. It was like muscle memory as you sat down and emptied your backpack - laptop, textbook, earphones. You put the earphones into your ears, playing your study playlist before opening your laptop up to Canvas where you found a quiz that was due in a couple days. You fell into your routine quickly, head bopping to the songs that filtered through your earphones as you shuffled through your textbook for answers to your quiz. You went through each question without much issue, getting into a good flow as you answered every one in quick succession. You barely registered the person sitting across the table from you, shoving their backpack into the seat next to them. You did think it was a bit weird that someone decided to sit with you when you were sure you had seen so many unoccupied tables on your way up earlier but you didn’t pay them too much mind. It was only when you had realized from the corner of your eye that this person hadn’t taken anything out of their bag after a few minutes that you were glancing up at them.
Your lips parted with a small exhale when you registered Sungchan’s familiar face smiling at you giddily. Today, you found that he had opted for his glasses, fluffy hair falling over the frames. He tapped his ear lightly, gesturing for you to pull out your earphones.
“Sungchan,” You whispered his name with a smile as you turned the music off and set your phone aside, “Funny running into you here,”
It really was.
A little weird too.
Not once in the last three years had you seen this man before your breakdown but this was now the third time in the last two weeks that you’d run into him on the off-chance.
He nodded towards your laptop, “What are you working on?”
“Just finishing up a quiz,” You shrugged, glancing down at your laptop to see that you only had 3 questions left, “I couldn’t sleep so I came here,”
Sungchan raised a brow at your words and you knew he was wondering if your insomnia was Eunseok related. Not in the mood to make every conversation you had with Sungchan about your failed situationship, you changed the topic.
“What are you doing here?” You cleared your throat before throwing half of your focus back to your quiz. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Sungchan leaning forward over his elbows.
“Is that my hoodie?” He ignored your question, posing his own that had heat running up your neck as you remembered that you were, in fact, wearing his hoodie. Your eyes shot up to meet his and where you expected an annoyed look, you found his endearing smile. Before you could even begin to apologize for wearing his clothes instead of returning it like you had promised, Sungchan reached forward to grab onto one of the strings of the hood, giving it a gentle tug before letting it fall, “It looks cute on you,”
Your breath caught in your throat at his boyish grin and the way his eyebrows raised up for just a moment. You didn’t know how to respond to him, lips pursing together as your cheeks burned at the compliment. So, you didn’t respond and instead forced your focus back onto the last three questions of your quiz. Sungchan let out a quiet chuckle at your actions before leaning back in his seat.
“I was here for a study session,” He mindlessly tapped against the desk, finally answering your earlier question, “We wrapped up a few minutes ago and then I saw you,” You hummed in acknowledgement as you progressed through your quiz.
“How’d that go?” You glanced up at him for a second, taking in the sight of him slouched in his seat. He was wearing just a sweatshirt today, one that had the name of a soccer club embroidered onto it.
“It was okay,” He shrugged, brushing a hand through his hair before mussing it up from the back, “My brain is fried though,”
“Oh?” You raised a brow as you answered another question of your quiz, leaving you with just one more, “Is the pre-med life getting to you?”
Sungchan snorted at your words, “Anatomy and Physiology is tough. I want to see you memorize every bone in the human body and their position in relation to each other,”
You laughed at that, shaking your head as you finally submitted your quiz. Your score came back instantly, a triumphant 100% staring back at you. You turned your laptop screen towards Sungchan, “I think I’m good where I am,”
Sungchan gave a low whistle in response before remembering he was in the library. He nervously looked around the room but when it seemed that no one had really heard him, he relaxed.
“So are you done for the night?” He asked, sitting up straighter. You gave a nod in response as you closed your laptop and book, moving to pack up, “Can I drive you home?”
You peered over at him, surprised by his sudden offer, “Are you sure? My apartment isn’t that far and I can walk,”
Sungchan was quick to shake his head, “No, no. I know I told you about college crime statistics last time. I was glued to my phone until you texted me back that night because I was so worried,” Your brows pinched together with a smile at the new information and your shoulders shook with light laughter as you pushed your laptop into your bag. Sungchan watched with a fond smile, thinking to himself that laughter really suited you.
“Fine,” You nodded as you stood up, slinging your backpack over your shoulders, “Lead the way to Bella,” The man perked up at the use of his car’s name, a large grin spreading over his face as he mumbled a quick okay back to you.
Later that night, once Sungchan had dropped you home and you found yourself snuggled up under the covers of your bed, you found yourself texting Sungchan again.
[ to: sungchan :)
thank you for driving me home.
i promise I’ll wash your hoodie again and give it back asap]
[ from: sungchan :)
don’t worry about it
and you can keep the hoodie.]
You blinked at his reply, brows furrowing as you moved to respond how you couldn’t do that. Before your fingers could begin to write out your refusal, you saw the three dots pop up that signaled Sungchan was typing again.
[ from: sungchan :)
you really did look cute in it]
Safe to say, you went to sleep that night with cheeks that felt too warm for comfort and a weird buzz in your chest that you just couldn’t place.
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“Come on” Hana pleaded, hands clasped together as she stood a few feet away from you in the living room two weeks later. In the kitchen, her boyfriend rummaged through your fridge for a snack. Both of them were dressed up for a frat party - one at the same house that you’d met Eunseok at. You were curled up on your couch, the tv show you were watching paused as Hana tried to convince you to join.
“I have plans already Hana,” You gestured to the television and your half eaten bag of chips in your lap. Hana whined your name in response before turning towards Wonbin, who was stepping back into the living room, taking a bite of a sandwich he’d found.
“Help me convince her,” She frowned, patting his arm frantically.
Wonbin shrugged, turning to you, “Eunseok will be there. You guys usually talk a lot when we go to these parties,” While he didn’t realize it, his attempt to convince you was doing the exact opposite. Then, however, he said something that had you shooting to attention, “But I think he’s bringing his girlfriend tonight so actually…” Wonbin’s words trailed and Hana gave him an exasperated sigh, failing to notice the way your face had fallen from what you’d heard.
Eunseok had gotten a girlfriend?
“Wonbin that doesn’t help” She groaned, smacking his chest.
“Oh,” Wonbin perked up as another thought came to mind, “You know Sungchan, right? He’s gonna be there,”
“That tall hottie you brought over last time?” Hana’s face lit up with recognition.
Wonbin feigned offense at her words, “I’m right here, babe,” Hana rolled her eyes at his words before turning to you again.
“Is there anything going on between you guys?” She was basically vibrating with excitement, clasping her hands together.
“No,” You shook your head, grabbing a chip from your bag as you turned your show back on. Your answer wasn’t a lie by any means. You and Sungchan had started texting a bit more - just a few check-ins from each other and the occasional random statistic from Sungchan. You’d mentioned in one of your messages to him that you liked them and he’d started sending you at least one every day. Just earlier today, he’d texted you about how 20% of the mammal species on Earth are different types of bats. You smiled at the reminder and thought that maybe if Sungchan was going to be there, it wouldn’t be the worst idea to go. And besides, if Eunseok could move on so easily, why should you be the only one upset over everything?
“I’ll go,” You sighed, rolling up your bag of chips - much to the delight of Hana. She squealed at your agreement, telling you to get ready and that you’d head out in an hour.
Once you were back in your room, rummaging through your closet for an outfit, you decided to send Sungchan a quick text.
[ to: sungchan :)
what is the statistic for if we’ll run into each other at this party?]
You set your phone aside as you got dressed, settling on a lacey cami top that tied at the front and jeans. You were in the middle of fixing up your make up when your phone buzzed to life.
[ from: sungchan :)
i’d say that there’s a high likelihood for it :) ]
When you got to the party later that night, you found that the frat house was just as musty as you remembered from a year ago. You leaned against one of the walls of the house, staring out at the crowd as you sipped on the bottle of beer you’d grabbed earlier. You’d been here for about an hour and that meant it had been exactly 47 minutes since Hana and Wonbin had slipped away to talk to their friends Anton and Sohee - both residents of this frat house. To Hana’s credit, she had urged you to join them but you had declined, letting her know you were just going to grab a drink and chill.
Sungchan had texted you earlier, letting you know he was finishing up a study session and was going to head over with his roommate in a bit so you found yourself just waiting for him.
It was maybe 15 minutes later that you were wishing he’d hurry up because as you caught sight of a familiar head of short, messy hair you felt your heart drop. Eunseok stood on the other side of the house, lips parted in laughter as he talked to one of his friends and had his arms wrapped around a girl you could only assume was his girlfriend. She looked familiar and when you really thought about it, you realized that she was the same girl you had seen him with on the day he rejected you. You took another swig of your drink, trying to look away from the couple but finding that you couldn’t.
God, this had to be like some stupid form of self-inflicted torture you thought. It only seemed to get worse though as Eunseok’s eyes drifted towards you. His brows raised in recognition and you sucked in a breath. Your hands suddenly felt clammy as you watched him excuse himself from the two and head towards you. The sound of the music blasting through the house dulled in comparison to the sound of your heart beat thumping in your ear.
Eunseok called your name once he was just a few feet in front of you, lips pulling into a hesitant smile.
“Eunseok,” You nodded curtly, prying your eyes away from him and setting your sights instead on a group of guys pushing each other around not too far from where you were standing.
“Can we talk?” He stepped closer to you, forcing your attention back on him. You swallowed thickly at the lack of distance between you.
“About what?” You feigned innocence, earning a frown from Eunseok. He spoke your name again, tone a bit more dejected this time and you met his frown with one of your own, “What is there to talk about Eunseok? You and I are done and from what I heard, it only took you a few weeks to find someone you actually cared about,”
Eunseok winced at your words before letting out a sigh.
“Look, can we just go somewhere private for a second?” He asked, eyes piercing into yours. You were hesitant, glancing around to see if you could spot Hana or Sungchan or anyone you knew for that matter and slip away. Eunseok seemed to catch onto your train of thought, grabbing onto your arm before you knew what was going on and hastily pulling you upstairs.
“What the hell are you doing?” You only came to your senses once he had ushered you into a random room, closing the door behind you, “You have a girlfriend. What if she saw us and misunderstood,”
“It’s fine,” Eunseok crossed his arms over his chest with a sigh, “There’s nothing going on here anyways,”
You scoffed at his words, setting your bottle down on the desk that was pushed up against one of the walls, “You made that clear last time Eunseok. So what the fuck are you doing now?”
Eunseok’s brows furrowed at your words and the harsh tone with which they came out. You’d never spoken to him like that before, “Hey, there’s no reason to be mean,”
You couldn’t help but laugh at that, disbelief clear in your voice, “You’re one to talk about being mean. Last I checked, you and I should be acting like we never met,” Eunseok let out an exasperated groan as he met your sharp glare.
“You know I didn’t mean that,” He took a step closer to you and you met it with a step backwards. He froze, taking in a deep breath through his nose as he called your name again, his voice a little more gentle this time, “You know I cared about you,”
Your lips trembled at his words and you shook your head, “That’s not what you said,” You voice became smaller as that night flashed before your eyes, “You asked me how I could even think that you cared about me,”
“I was caught off guard,” He tried to defend himself, “You told me you loved me and I never did anything to make it seem like I felt the same way while we were together,”
You felt a familiar lump forming in your throat at that, trying to swallow it down, “How can you say that?”
“Because,” Eunseok spoke with finality, “All we did was fuck. Yes we talked after and yes you would stay the night sometimes but we didn’t do much else outside of that. Even when we did hang out outside of that, it was because our roommates were dating each other. It was convenient ”
You stayed silent at his words, wondering how he could equate every moment, every conversation, every secret that you both shared with each other as just convenient.
“Look,” He continued, letting out a low breath, “People like me aren’t supposed to have someone like you, I think fate was being harsh on you.”
Your lips pressed together tightly as you nodded at his words, feeling your chest tighten and your stomach churn with nerves.
“Can you please say something?” Eunseok’s voice was softer as he stared down at you. You sucked in a breath, eyes squeezing shut for a moment before you looked back up at him.
“Fine,” You cursed at the shakiness in your voice, “What does she have that I don’t”
Eunseok’s face morphed into surprise at your words, lips parting but no words coming out.
“Come on Eunseok,” You laughed, the noise sounding pathetic in your own ears as you pressed a hand down against the desk, “You wanted to talk about this right? So tell me,”
Eunseok sighed out your name again, bringing a hand down his face, “Don’t be like this,”
“No,” You shook your head, feeling all the pain and anger bubbling to the surface, “Why don’t you follow your own advice? Don’t act like we’re friends right now and don’t try to talk me down just to make yourself better. The only reason we’re having this conversation right now is because you know you did something wrong and you feel bad. Don’t expect me to make you feel better about it when you already found another girl,”
Eunseok’s jaw clenched, “You found someone else too. What? Are you going to act like you didn’t throw yourself at Sungchan right after we ended things?”
Your blood boiled at his accusation, “He’s just a friend, not that that’s any of your business anyways,” Your eyes narrowed as Eunseok let out a laugh of disbelief. His tongue pushed against his cheek as he shook his head.
“Yeah, because friends kiss right?” He tilted his head to the side with a huff.
You scoffed in response, head dropping for a moment as you started to wish you had just stayed home, “Well, according to you, we were just friends and we did a lot more than just kiss Eunseok,”
Eunseok was quiet for a moment before clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth, “I didn’t realize you were so easy,”
Your mouth dropped at his words, a huff escaping your lips as you stared at the man you suddenly felt was a stranger to you. The Eunseok you knew, or that you thought you knew, would never have spoken to you like this. As you registered the lack of remorse on his face you were settling with the fact that whatever you thought you had with him was completely gone.
“You know what,” You spat, ignoring your budding nerves, before making a move to leave, “I hope you two are very happy together and I hope you and I never have to speak again,” You shoved your shoulder against his as you walked past him and out the door. Your breaths came out rapidly as you scurried down the hall, trying to put space between you and that room. You felt lightheaded and the amount of bodies in this house didn’t help with your need to breathe. You shoved past everyone you came in contact with, mumbling out a series of apologies as the room seemed to spin and the music playing seemed to get muffled. It was only when you felt a hand grabbing onto your arm and heard the sound of a familiar voice yelling your name that everything seemed to suddenly clear. Your breathing was still off, the air feeling too stuffy, but as your eyes met Sungchan’s it was like everything else was clearing in that moment.
“Hey!” He smiled widely as he didn’t seem to notice your turmoil, “I was looking for you. I texted you I was here earlier,”
“Sorry about that,” You forced a smile back at him, willing yourself to shake away your nerves, “I didn’t realize,”
“That’s okay,” Sungchan, ever so sweet, just gave you another grin before gesturing to the boy next to him, “This is my roommate by the way. Shotaro,” The shorter boy gave you a quick wave in greeting and a small Yo. You met his wave, telling him your name with a nod.
“Have you been here long?” Sungchan asked but before you could respond you were flinching at the sight of two boys jumping onto Sungchan and Shotaro, their arms falling around their shoulders.
“You guys made it!” The shorter of the new duo cheered.
“I thought we’d never catch you both at a party this year,” The taller one laughed, his voice softer than you would have imagined for a guy his size. He seemed to notice your presence before his friend, giving you a quick apology before introducing himself as Anton. The other boy followed his lead and you found that his name was Sohee. You remembered their names from Hana and Wonbin, finally able to put their faces to the titles.
You gave them a small nod, telling them your name before letting them know you were Wonbin’s girlfriend’s roommate. The two seemed excited enough to hear that before floating the idea that you should all take a shot together. When you had declined, they let out little whines of protest but didn’t push you to join them again. Sungchan, following your lead, declined as well and the boys seemed to protest more vehemently at that but when Sungchan stood firm, they simply booed before dragging Shotaro away from you both.
“They seem…excitable,” You laughed, the absurdity of the last few minutes almost making you forget about your conversation with Eunseok from a few moments ago. Sungchan shook his head at your words, smile still gracing his lips
“You’d think but Anton’s actually quite shy. He just gets giggly when he’s had some drinks in him” He glanced back down at you, brow raising at how your shoulders sat tense and your hands were clasped together.
“You okay?” He rested a hand against your back, thumb pressing against your shoulder to help you bring them down. While you tried to feign ignorance, the way your brows pinched together for a second had tipped you off. Still, you tried your luck.
“Yeah,” You shook your head, hands dusting down the sides of your top, “I actually was about to head out. I’m a bit tired and-”
“You’re lying,” Sungchan was blunt but his tone wasn’t harsh. You hesitantly met his eyes and you weren’t sure if the way he looked so much like cared about what you had to say was making you feel better or worse, “Did something happen?”
You stayed quiet for a moment before shaking your head.
“I don’t want to ruin your night,” You swallowed, “I feel like every time I see you I’m always on the verge of tears,”
Sungchan’s expression softened at that, “You didn’t cry last time,” You knew that his words were an attempt to make you feel better but for some reason, they just made you want to cry more.
“I’m sorry Sungchan. I think I’m just going to head home,” You mustered up a smile but Sungchan could only frown back at you. He was silent for a beat before shaking his head.
“No, let’s go to my dorm,” He took hold of your hand gently, giving you enough room to pull away if you really didn’t want to be in his company. When you didn’t though, he gave your hand a quick squeeze and moved to pull you through the crowd. On the way out, he stopped for a moment and turned to face you. He leaned down, whisper-shouting how he’d be right back before disappearing amongst the groups of people. A few minutes later, you saw his head poking out over the crowd as he lifted a bottle of vodka that he had swiped. You raised a brow at him as he took hold of your hand again and pulled you outside into the cool air and towards his house that sat on the other end of the courtyard.
“What is the bottle for?” You asked as his hand shifted so that his fingers could link with yours.
Sungchan shrugged in response as his attention laid on the path in front of you, “Sometimes people feel better when they drink,”
“Is that another statistic?” Sungchan looked over his shoulder at your question before shaking his head.
“Nah,” His nose scrunched as he spoke, “Just speaking from experience,”
An hour later, you found yourself sitting on Sungchan’s bed while he sat at his desk, body slouched back against the wooden chair and his legs spread as he took another shot of alcohol. You found that his words were, in fact, right. You were feeling better already as your body buzzed with warmth and as Sungchan held out a shot glass towards you, you let yourself take it and get closer to that feeling. You grimaced at the taste and the way it burned going down your throat. Sungchan giggled at the sight and your eyes flitted towards his. His t-shirt was loose around his frame, collar laying in a way that showed the flush of pink skin below. He had opted to change out of the jeans he’d been wearing at the party and into a pair of sweat that rested low on his hips.
And then there were those glasses.
You wondered if Sungchan knew just how cute he looked when those sat perched on the bridge of his nose.
“So,” He huffed as he sat up a bit, stretching out his arms with a tiny whiny, “Do you want to talk about it,” He blinked at you, face patient as you fidgeted in your spot. Your eyes dropped to your hands as your fingers circled each other.
“You first,” You shook your head, earning a confused hum from Sungchan as he gestured for you to elaborate, “You said alcohol makes people feel better and that you were speaking from experience,”
He let out a small Ah at your words, eyes widening with understanding. You watched him curiously as his fingers tapped against his thighs before he was standing, the vodka bottle left behind. It was probably for good reason too; You both had taken quite a few shots in the last hour. He gestured for you to scoot over, which you did, allowing him to situate himself next to you. His shoulder lightly bumped yours as he crossed his arms over his chest and let his head fall back against the wall behind you both.
“I got cheated on last year by a girl I’d been with since freshman year,” You sucked in a breath at the sudden revelation, listening to him as he opened up about his last relationship. He’d met the girl during welcome week and they’d both really hit it off, going on a couple of dates that same year before he’d asked her out. Things had been going well up until last year when Sungchan had gotten busier as he took on research opportunities and volunteering. His girlfriend seemed to think that he was cheating on her every time he told her he was busy. They’d argued about that point for months and after every argument, things would get better until they'd fall back into the same hole again. Then one night, he’d gone to her place after a lab class - after her roommate had texted him to come over - and he had caught her cheating on him with a mutual friend.
“I got really drunk a couple of times after that,” Sungchan shook his head, “Shotaro was not happy one of the times because I had thrown up on a pair of shoes he’d just gotten,”
“And that made you feel better?” You raised a brow, your words making Sungchan laugh a little.
“You know, not on that night,” He looked over at you and from how close he was, you could see just how pink his cheeks had gotten, “Shotaro was really mad at me,”
“I bet,” You snickered, knocking your knee with his. He mimicked your action before letting out a huff of air.
“Okay,” His eyes stayed trained on yours, “Your turn,” He watched carefully as your lips pursed together, the memory of earlier events running through your head. He listened intently as you told him how Eunseok had found you at the party and how he had pulled you into a room to talk. His lips set into a frown as you told him the words exchanged between the two of you and his eyes widened as you told him how you’d gone off on Eunseok before he’d brought up Sungchan and insulted you, resulting in you rushing out before Sungchan found you.
“Huh,” Sungchan’s shoulders slumped as a light laugh, one that held no real humor, left his lips, “I guess I had perfect timing,”
You nodded at that, thinking back to how you’d run into him tonight and all the other times, “You know you really do have a knack for showing up when I really need someone,”
Sungchan’s eyes crinkled in triumph at that, “I guess I’m like your guardian angel,” You snickered at his comment before a comfortable silence settled between you. Your eyes traveled around Sungchan’s side of the room as you both sat there. He had some posters hung up, mostly of soccer teams you assumed he liked, and a cork board that had a few pictures of him and his friends pinned on it alongside some sticky notes that were scribbled with reminders. His desk was messy, mostly taken up by stacked textbooks and piles of notes.
“You know I’m proud of how you handled that,” Sungchan’s voice pulled your attention back to him. He bumped his shoulder against yours as he looked forwards, “Don’t know if that means much since we’ve only known each other for like a month but I am. I’m glad you stood up for yourself and I don’t think you're anything like what Eunseok said to you,”
You blinked up at Sungchan, lips wobbling just a little as his words settled in. You were really trying not to cry tonight but the combination of the alcohol and Sungchan’s kind words were making that really difficult and soon enough you felt the first tear slip through. The man hadn’t even realized that you had started crying until he heard you sniffle. His head whipped towards you, eyes wide.
“Hey,” His body turned to face yours, hands coming up to cup your face. His thumbs swiped against your cheeks, gently brushing away your tears, “It’s okay,” You nodded at his words, blinking up at him through wet lashes as you took a wobbly breath.
“I know,” You spoke softly, bringing one of your hands up to cover his, “I just really needed to hear that,” Sungchan smiled down at you, a sigh of relief leaving his body as his eyes roamed over your face. It was only for a second but you felt the air between you shift as his eyes dropped to your lips. You’d caught the movement almost instantly and as his eyes moved back up to meet yours, he knew you had too. No words were exchanged between you as your hand slowly brought his down to your waist, just beneath the loose fabric of your top. His fingers flexed against the warmth of your skin, his other hand following suit as you shifted towards him. He helped you move atop his hips, breath stuttering as your weight settled against his body. Your hands came up to rest against his shirt, fingers splaying against the soft fabric. Your chest rose and fell with nervous, charged breaths as you stared down at Sungchan. His eyes roamed over your body above his and the expanse of your skin. He couldn’t help the quiet whine that left his lips at the sight of your hips pressing down against his and you felt a shiver run down your spine at the sound. You slowly rocked your hips forward in an experimental movement, feeling your chest stir as Sungchan bit back a groan, his eyes shutting closed and head falling backwards with a thump. His fingers tightened their hold on you, keeping you in place as he peeled his eyes open and peered at you from behind his glasses. Everything felt hot and you weren’t sure how much of that was because of the alcohol and how much was because of Sungchan. All you did know was that your body was buzzing as he continued to look at you as if you were the most mesmerizing thing he’d ever seen. One of his hands slid up the side of your body, fingertips memorizing the curve of your body before they found their place against your cheek. You swallowed as he leaned forward, the space between your lips disappearing until you felt his breath fanning against your skin. You could hear your heart beat in your ears as his eyes flickered up to yours for a second, silently asking for permission to kiss you. You only answered by leaning closer to him, nose brushing against his. His lips were just about to press against yours, barely a few millimeters apart when you heard the tell tale sound of keys jingling against the room’s door.
It was instant the way you both came back to your senses, heads whipping towards the door and then back to each other before you were scrambling apart. You launched yourself off of the bed, settling quickly into the chair Sungchan sat in earlier while he pat down his shirt, smoothing out the wrinkles.
Shotaro emerged into your room a moment later, stopping in his tracks as he caught sight of you.
“Oh hey,” He offered you a quick wave before looking over at his roommate with a brow raised in question.
“Uh..” Sungchan cleared his throat, “She wasn’t feeling very well,” Despite the lame excuse, Shotaro seemed to buy it, snorting as he mumbled how Sungchan should have been the one on the wooden chair and you in the bed.
“Chivalry is dead,” He shook his head as he set his wallet and keys down on his desk before turning to you, “So are you staying the night?” Your face burned at the question even though you know Shotaro’s words didn’t hold any assumptions or intentions.
You quickly shook your head, standing up and frowning as you felt the rush of alcohol in your veins. This was really a horrible time for the vodka to hit. Sungchan sat up at the sight of your wobbly stance but you sent him a warning glance before turning back to Shotaro, “My roommate’s probably still at the party. I’m just going to ask her to take me home. It was nice meeting you Shotaro,” You turned back to Sungchan, breath caught as your brain scrambled for something to say to him as you stood there, still feeling the ghost of his fingers on your waist, “I’ll see you later Sungchan,”
Before the boy could even say anything, you were making a beeline for the door.
Your thoughts were askew, adrenaline pumping through your body as you trudged outside, hasty fingers pulling up Hana’s contact on your phone as you called her to let her know you needed to go home.
You barely registered Sungchan’s name popping up on your phone after you ended your call, agreeing to meet Hana outside of the party house.
[ from: sungchan :)
please let me know when you get home ]
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You tried to avoid Sungchan after that night, feeling so unbelievably embarrassed by your actions that you had even screamed into your pillow the next morning. It probably wasn’t your best idea as Hana and Wonbin, who had spent the night, burst into your room with pans in hand and they thought someone had broken in.
Unfortunately for you, your efforts to steer clear of the man were for naught. It only took five days for you to come face to face with Sungchan on the one day that you had finally decided to go to the gym. You had specifically gone at a different time from when you’d run into him at the grocery store, having thought of the possibility of him being there. That didn’t seem to matter though as he still showed up.
The whole interaction was awkward. You offered him a stiff wave and he mirrored your movement.
“Hey,” You sucked in a breath as you gripped your water bottle tightly.
“Hey,” Sungchan gave you a clumsy smile, “How are you?”
“I’m good,” You nodded, blinking up at him ,”You?”
“Also good,” He replied, swallowing down the awkward air.
“Great,” You pursed your lips together, only able to stand there for one more second before you were excusing yourself with the notion that you had to finish your workout.
It was safe to say that you did not go back to the gym after that but still, you managed to run into Sungchan again two days later. This time, he was the one to approach you.
You had been studying at a cafe on campus during a break you had between two of your classes. It was the lunch rush at this time so you always made sure to dash to the cafe after your first class to grab a table before they filled up. It was routine for you and you hadn’t expected Sungchan to show up since he never had before. This day, however, you found yourself dumbstruck as he slunk into the seat across from you as you reviewed one of your lectures. He offered you a boyish grin in greeting, asking if it was okay for him to join you. You could only nod in response before watching as he pulled out his laptop.
It was weird at first but neither Sungchan nor you mentioned what had happened in his room the night of the party. Instead, Sungchan had brought up another random statistic he’d learned recently - something about how 11% of people are left handed. You raised a brow at his segway to a conversation and Sungchan only met your inquisitive star with his own hopeful one. His expression only brightened as you took the bite, asking if he knew anyone who was left handed. From there it was like an unspoken agreement that you weren’t going to talk about what happened.
Months passed like that with unplanned run-ins and ignored feelings. Whether it was at the library, the campus bookstore, or even one time at a comedy show that Hana dragged you to, Sungchan would somehow spawn like magic.
You felt the charge in the air every time you were with him. It was unlike what you felt with Eunseok. With him, it didn’t feel like this. It didn’t feel like the air would get thicker when you were around him, it didn’t feel like your heart was going to thump so hard that you were scared it would beat right out your chest, it didn’t feel like you could melt from the warmth that tingled down your skin.
It didn’t feel so all encompassing.
If you weren’t so scared to admit it, you’d say that you were falling for Sungchan.
You couldn't do that though. You hammered it in that this time you two were just friends and you didn’t dare to cross the line with any assumptions even when Sungchan would look at you with a smile so fond that your breath would stutter or when he’d help you prep for your classroom practicals with such care that you couldn’t believe someone could be so attentive or even when he’d adjusted the passenger seat of his car so that it was set to your preferences.
Sungchan was just a really nice friend - you told yourself that even if you didn’t believe it.
So, when the opportunity to be a really nice friend to him presented itself to you, you were taking it without a second thought. Shotaro had reached out to you with a proposition of a surprise party for Sungchan after he had been accepted to medical school. You had already congratulated the boy privately when he’d told you himself, having practically jumped him with joy when he dropped the news on you one night at the library. You had been shushed by several students to the point where you had to end your study session early so you could pull Sungchan outside and engulf him in a tight hug. Your arms had wrapped themselves around his shoulders as you squealed in his ear. Sungchan could only laugh with mirth as his own arms placed themselves around your waist and his face buried itself against your shoulder. You remembered giggling at the feeling of his hair tickling your skin before pulling away to tell him how proud you were of him. His face was struck with awe as he stared down at you that night before he had pulled you in for another hug, gently rocking your bodies back and forth.
With this party now, however, you and Shotaro wanted Sungchan to be able to be celebrated by all of his friends. So, that’s how you found your apartment filled with a bunch of people that you didn’t know well but who knew Sungchan well enough - at least per Shotaro.
When you looked around, you only recognized a handful of people. Anton and Sohee stood in your kitchen, munching on some of the snacks you’d set up on the kitchen counter. They were talking with Seunghan, Sungchan’s physiology lab partner that you’d met a few times when you’d met up at the library. Then in the living room sat Wonbin, Hana, Eunseok, and Shotaro. Despite your great distaste for Eunseok, you hadn’t barred Shotaro from inviting him - mostly because no one besides Sungchan knew what had happened between you but also because he was still, somewhat, Sungchan’s friend. From what Sungchan had told you before, the two had been regular gym buddies after they met back during freshman year. It wasn’t like he could just ice him out either when their friend group mixed so much.
You told yourself you were mature enough to face him for Sungchan’s sake and as he sat in your living room, you were really believing it as not a single pang was felt in your chest at the sight of him. Still, you couldn’t help greeting him with a frown before promptly ignoring him for the rest of the night - an action that raised eyebrows from Hana and Wonbin.
Around the rest of your apartment, small clusters of people were scattered, waiting for Sungchan to arrive. You had texted the boy that you needed him to help you change a ceiling light that maintenance had been neglecting and he was supposed to arrive at 7PM. Currently, it was 6:58PM so he was expected at any minute.
You were in the middle of a conversation with one of Sungchan’s soccer buddies, Taeyong, who you’d met only minutes earlier when your doorbell rang. Shushes filled the space as everyone clamored into positions, crouching onto the ground as you flipped the lights off, hiding them from view.
You opened the door slowly, a smile tugging onto your lips as the image of Sungchan and his signature glasses came into view. He met your smile with one of his own before looking behind you at the darkness with surprise.
“Wow,” He entered your apartment, letting his eyes adjust to the dark for a moment as you closed the door behind him, “You weren’t kidding when you said they were neglecting your lights. You could only giggle at his words, missing the sight of Sungchan’s brows rising in confusion. He had expected you to be more frustrated in this situation.
His confusion only grew when you flipped the lights on and he was met with the sight of an apartment full of people. In another second, every person jumped to their feet, yelling out a loud chorus of Surprise!
Sungchan turned to you, bewilderment still written on his face, “It’s not my birthday. You know that right?”
“I know,” You rolled your eyes, “Shotaro and I planned this since you got into medical school,” At that, Sungchan’s eyes sparkled in understanding and his lips slit into a blinding grin.
“Really?” He glanced at you before turning towards the group of his friends.
Sohee was the first to speak up, “I’ll be expecting some free check-ups in the future Dr. Jung,” After that, it was one congratulations after another as Sungchan was pulled into countless conversations. You grinned at the sight of him, letting yourself slink off to the living room to sit with Hana and Wonbin who were conversing about their weekend plans. Eunseok had disappeared from your line of sight at some point too - to your delight - probably mingling with some of the others around.
An hour had to have passed before you realized you didn’t have your phone on you. You must have left it in your room and moved to go grab it, but not before your eyes caught Sungchan’s. He perked up as he tried to wave you over to him from across the room. You mouthed that you would be right back and although a pout made its way onto his lips, he was sending you a nod. You snickered at his mannerisms before heading into your room, quickly finding your phone before you went back out to the party. Sungchan wasn’t at the same spot you’d seen him just a moment prior, instead having moved to the kitchen where Shotaro was pouring him and a few others a round of shots.
You decided to let him have the moment with his friends instead of joining him. You were sure to run into him again tonight at some point. It was a small apartment after all.
For some reason though, the stars weren’t lining up. Despite you and Sungchan running into each other randomly for months, you somehow couldn’t find a single moment with him now as he kept getting swept up. His eyes would meet yours every now and then and you had to hold back your laughter every time he sent you a look that just screamed help me when he’d get roped into another shot by his friends.
By the time the clock had struck 11PM, some people had started to go home and it was only as you were starting to be able to count the heads in the apartment that Sungchan was finally finding you. You were in the middle of a heated conversation with Sohee about which Justin Bieber song was the best when you felt his hand wrap around your wrist.
“I’m going to steal her for a bit if you don’t mind,” Sungchan didn’t even wait to hear if Sohee did mind as he started to drag you away, pulling you past the people in your apartment and out the front door.
You looked at Sungchan in confusion as you two now stood outside in the hallway.
“What are we doing?” You watched him curiously as he stared down at you, bringing a hand up to smooth down the ends of his messy hair.
“I wanted to tell you a statistic,” He shrugged and you couldn’t help but snort in response before gesturing for him to continue. He sucked in a sharp breath as he clapped his hands together and you jumped at the loud sound. He mumbled a sheepish sorry before clearing his throat, “Did you know that research shows that some people can develop romantic feelings for someone within 3 to 4 months?”
“Oh,” You nodded at the fact, “That's a cool one. I think I might like the ocean one you told me the other day better though,”
Sungchan jerked his head in surprise, obviously not expecting that response from you, “The one about 50-80% of Earth’s organisms residing in the ocean?” You nodded and Sungchan couldn’t help but pinch the bridge of his nose, “Okay, but this one’s a really good one too,”
Your brows furrowed at his sudden insistence, “I mean I guess?”
“Yeah and you know,” You watched as Sungchan’s hand tapped against his side nervously, “We’ve been friends for longer than that,”
“Yeah?” You questioned, unsure where Sungchan was going with this.
He gave you an exasperated look, shoulders slumping as you were missing his point completely, “You can’t be serious right now,” He let out a huff of breath, hands coming to his hips as his head fell back so he could look up at the ceiling. When he lifted his head again, you found that his face was dusted with an unmistakable shade of pink and his lips were pressed into a nervous line.
“I like you”
You froze at his sudden proclamation, lips parting in shock as your eyes searched for any indication he was messing with you. As he met your stare with a determined look, you settled on the notion that he was serious. Still you found yourself struck with silence, brain struggling to come up with any reply to his words.
Sungchan’s face fell at your lack of response and from the look on his face, you knew he was assuming the worst.
“Look,” His eyes dropped to the ground, “I know you think we aren’t right for each other, but we’ve run into each other too many times for you to tell me that this isn’t fate. And I don’t think I can pretend anymore that I don’t have feelings for you,” Heat creeped up your cheeks as he continued to ramble, “I know we didn’t meet on the best of terms and that maybe you’re still getting over the whole thing with Eunseok but I really don’t know how much longer I can keep from kissing you when you’re next to me,”
Silence hung in the air between you as you processed everything he had just said.
“Say something,” He frowned as you just stood there.
“I..” You swallowed, mind running with a million thoughts “I don’t know what to say,”
It was the truth. You really hadn’t expected this from Sungchan but you couldn’t say that you hadn’t hoped he felt this way at some point in the last few months.
Sungchan’s face fell as your words settled and he gave you a quick nod, “Right,”
“Wait, Sungcha-” You felt panic as he started to come to the wrong conclusion, one where you didn’t feel the same.
“No,” He was quick to shake his head, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have sprung that on you,”
“No, that’s no-”
He cut you off again, much to your frustration, “I’m just going to go. Thank you for the party,” You stood dumbfounded as he brushed past you, giving you no time to clear up this massive misunderstanding as he disappeared around the corner.
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[ to: sungchan :)
i’m going to drop off your hoodie]
You’d texted Sungchan at 1 in the morning, long after all the partygoers had gone home. You sighed as you recalled your very awkward excuse from before as to why Sungchan had gone home early from his own party. You’d told everyone that he had stomach issues and had a problem using other people’s bathrooms. You weren’t sure how many people believed you considering they all knew Sungchan longer than you had and probably would have noticed if he truly had a problem like that. If anyone did think you were full of it, they didn’t say anything. You did notice the wild look of bewilderment on Shotaro’s face though.
That really didn’t matter now though as you trudged over to Sungchan’s dorm, his hoodie draped over your figure. Your phone buzzed to life as you walked through the start of Sungchan’s housing community.
[ from: sungchan :)
keep it
i gave it to you]
You rolled your eyes at his response.
[ to: sungchan :)
i’m in the courtyard ]
You sighed as you made your way into the courtyard, stopping only as you reached the corner closest to the Biology House. It took only another minute for Sungchan to reply
[ from: sungchan :)
i’m not coming outside ]
You frowned at your screen, rereading his text before sending one back
[ to: sungchan :)
crime is high on college campuses sungchan
what if i get robbed ]
His reply was instant.
[ from: sungchan :)
i’m coming ]
You smiled triumphantly before pocketing your phone in the pocket of your jeans. Moments later, you caught sight of Sungchan emerging from his house. He was clad in an oversized black hoodie and matching sweats. You watched as he adjusted his glasses, squinting as he took in the sight of you.
“Why are you wearing it?” He frowned, “I thought you were going to wash it first,”
You deadpanned at his words, unable to believe that of all things he could have said right now, that’s what he chose to say. When he came closer and you caught sight of his puffy eyes, however, your expression softened.
“I’m not giving it back,” You shook your head and Sungchan furrowed his brows in response.
“You came all the way here to tell me that? After I just confessed to you?” He seemed to be full of disbelief and for a moment you swore you thought he was contemplating his feelings for you.
“No,” You shook your head, “I came here to tell you that you are an idiot,” You ignored the squawk of offense that rose from Sungchan’s throat, “You know if you’re going to be a doctor you really need to work on your communication and your critical thinking. You didn’t even give me a chance to respond back there,”
Sungchan’s brows furrowed together, “I swear there was literally a year’s worth of silence between us earlier,”
You frowned at that, lips pinching together, “I was shocked Sungchan and it’s not my fault you ran off,”
“About that,” Sungchan raised a finger as he recalled something Shotaro told him when he came home, “Did you really tell everyone I couldn’t use other people’s bathrooms?”
“Does that really matter right now?” You sighed.
Sungchan was quiet for a beat before nodding, “A little bit, yeah,”
You shook your head, willing yourself to calm down before looking up at Sungchan, “You really are an idiot,”
Before Sungchan could respond, your legs pushed yourself forward. You grabbed at the material of his hoodie, pulling him down to meet you as you leaned in so that your lips met his. You felt his body freeze against yours for a moment but it wasn’t long before Sungchan’s arms wrapped around your waist and he was kissing you back. You sighed against him, melting into his body as his soft lips met yours over and over again.Your chest buzzed with warmth as his hands slowly slid up your body before cradling your cheeks. He angled your head up, giving him better access to kiss you. You felt him smile against your lips before his tongue ran over your bottom lip but before the kiss could become too heated, you pulled away. You giggled as Sungchan chased your lips and you pressed your hand firmly against his chest to keep him back. You almost rethought your actions as he whined at the loss of contact but you had to make sure there were no misunderstandings first.
“Sungchan,” You panted, catching your breath as you tried to recall the statistic you had looked up before leaving your apartment, “Did you know that when you like some one, chemicals associated with the reward circuit flood your brain and that can make people experience racing hearts and flushed cheeks and sweaty palms?”
Sungchan smiled down at you, eyes crinkling in amusement, “Yeah?” His tone urged you to go on.
You nodded, pushing down your nerves with a laugh, “I think I’m feeling all of that right now,”
Your words hung in the air for a moment before a squeal vibrated against your chest as Sungchan’s lips suddenly found yours again, this time moving slower as he took his time in memorizing the way you tasted and the way your body felt pressed up against his. He kissed you sweetly, lips slotting against yours perfectly as his hands gently held your face. You continued like that, savoring the feeling of his kiss until you had to pull away for air.
“For the record,” You panted, bringing one of your hands over his, “I never thought you weren’t right for me. I just…I was just scared you didn’t feel the same way and I didn’t want things to end up like they did with Eunseok,”
“God,” Sungchan groaned, pressing his forehead against yours. You giggled as his glasses knocked against your brows, “I don’t want to ever hear Eunseok’s name come out of your mouth after I kiss you,”
You snorted at that, “Whose name should I be saying then?”
Sungchan rolled his eyes at your comment before pressing another kiss to your lips, unable to resist when you were so close to him, “Obviously your boyfriend’s,”
“Didn’t realize I had a boyfriend,” You pulled back for a moment, a pout on your lips as Sungchan peered down at you with an unimpressed stare.
“You do now. It’s me,” You couldn’t help but smile as he kissed you once again, “And I will be for a long time,”
“Mhhm,” You sighed against his lips, “Is that another statistic?”
omg tysm for opening prompt requests <3 what about 3 & 30 w riize eunseok?
(a/n: I wrote this really quickly LOL. I hope you enjoyed the fic anon!)
prompt requests
3. “I just think it would have been best if we never met.”
30. “What made you think I cared for you?”
[ eunseok x reader; suggestive but no real smut; college au; angst no comfort; word count: 4.2k]
You’d met Eunseok in some musty frat party your junior year of college. You hadn’t even wanted to go out that night but your roommate, Hana, was insistent on you joining her, giving you some excuse about how she needed moral support because it was the night she was going to hook up with some guy she had been talking to. Incidentally, said guy was best friends with Eunseok. You clearly remembered the moment that Hana had pulled you through the crowded party, yelling over the music that she had found Wonbin as she nodded in his direction. When your eyes landed on him, you had given Hana a sneaky smile bumping her shoulder as you whisper shouted about how he was cute. You’d barely caught the way her cheeks burned a bit brighter at your comment before you were looking back towards Wonbin but this time, your sights were landing on the guy standing next to him. His eyes were on you, staring back into your own as he raised the red glass of whatever he was drinking to his lips. You couldn’t help but let your eyes rake over him. He was wearing a pair of loose jeans that ripped at the knee and a black tank top that clung to his frame, giving you a perfect view of his tan skin and toned arms. His hair was cut short but mussed up at the top in a way that actually worked instead of making it look messy. When your gaze trailed back to his face, you found he was still staring back at you but this time he had a small smirk on his lips, having watched you blatantly check him out. You swallowed down the feeling of getting caught as you found yourself standing in front of him not seconds later.
“Wonbin!” Hana squealed as she threw her arms around the shorter boy’s shoulders and pulled him into a hug. You heard the beginnings of a conversation between them and Hana’s laughter but couldn’t make out what the two were saying as you continued to just stare at Eunseok. To your defense, he was doing the same thing. It was his turn now to let his eyes drop over your appearance, over your body, in a way that sent a shiver down your spine. You watched the slow blink of his eyes before he was looking up at you again. Neither of you said a word at first until you heard Hana say something about being right back before she and Wonbin were slipping away.
“O-oh…. okay” Your words trailed off as they disappeared into the crowd, leaving you with the unfairly attractive stranger. You spared a glance back his way for just a moment to see if he was still watching you but his gaze seemed to follow the direction of your friends.
You heard him sigh before speaking up, “Seems like they’ve really hit it off, huh?”
“Y-yeah,” You mentally cursed yourself for stuttering as you tried to look anywhere but at him, “I’m glad Hana found someone she really likes,”
He hummed in agreement at your words, “Wonbin seems to really like her too,”
You nodded at his words, still avoiding looking up at him. You weren’t sure why you were doing that given you both had just played the longest game of eye tag a moment prior. You were completely oblivious to Eunseok’s watchful eye and the sly smile that lit up his face at your sudden demure act.
“I’m Eunseok by the way,” It was with that that you were finally glancing back up at him, suddenly feeling rude that you hadn’t even introduced yourself. You gave him your name and a small nod.
“So, what about you?” Eunseok watched as your brows furrowed at his question, “You have anyone you like?”
“Uh, not really,” You shrugged moving to Eunseok’s side as you felt someone moving to get by behind you, “You know how a lot of college guys here are,”
Eunseok raised a brow at this, signaling for you to explain.
“You know,” You dragged the word out hoping he’d understand but the quizzical look on his face was telling you he didn’t. You sighed at this.
“A lot of guys here just want to fuck and dip but the funny part of that is that they aren’t even good at it,” Eunseok’s eyes widened just a fraction at this and you couldn’t help the laugh that came out in response.
“Is that something you can say from experience?” Eunseok tilted his head to the side.
You snickered, “You’re going to need to get a few drinks in me before I tell you about my failed sex life,”
A breathy laugh left his lips before he nodded his head towards the kitchen and took hold of your hand without warning. He caught the surprised look on your face, leaning in so that you could feel his warm breath against your ear and smell the musk of his cologne, “Don’t want to lose a pretty girl like you in this crowd,”
Your heart stuttered at the low tone of his voice and your knees buckled as he pulled back with a wink.
You found that Eunseok was really easy to talk to, especially after a couple of drinks and a game of rage in the cage that you both had somehow gotten roped into playing. To Eunseok’s credit, he’d started drinking for you halfway through the game when he noticed you were looking a bit too drunk for comfort. To his fault, he did not realize that he had reached your level despite being able to hold his liquor better.
"At least we,” Your arm was hooked with his as you both stumbled out the front door for some air later that night, “At least we didn’t get the bitch cup,”
Eunseok giggled at your words, head falling onto your shoulder so that his breath fanned over your skin and his hair tickled your neck. Even while drunk, it was enough to send a jolt through your body.
“You’re cute, you know that?” Eunseok raised his head to look up at you. He was close enough for you to see the way his lashes curled against his eyelids and a very prominent tint had made its way over his face. You sucked in a breath, holding his arm a bit tighter as the world around you continued to spin.
“Thanks,” You breathed out, trying to avoid looking at his lips as he grinned at you.
“So,” He took a wobbly step back, keeping his arm linked with yours, “Have you had enough drinks to tell me about your failed sex life now?” You rolled your eyes as his free hand came up to make air quotes.
“You seem quite curious,” You laughed as you tugged Eunseok forward so you could be free of the music that blasted through the front door. He followed your lead, letting his arm that was linked with yours snake around your waist as yours rested against his back.
You both found yourself in the courtyard that rested in the middle of all the dorm houses. It was an interesting layout really. There were frat houses, sororities, academic houses, and cultural houses all in the same housing area. You couldn’t even imagine living in the Biology house that sat across from one of the frat houses.
You had to admit though that as you sat down in the cool grass in the courtyard that this area was not that bad. You could even see the campus gym peeking out from behind one of the houses. You made a mental note to drop by there on one of the days where the building didn’t look like it was moving.
Eunseok’s knee knocked against yours, pulling your attention back to the man next to you. You noted that his hair was more disheveled now but it still seemed to work in his favor.
“So spill,” He rested his palms in the grass behind him, letting his body lean back just slightly.
“You,” You knocked your knee back against his with a breathy laugh, “are persistent. There isn’t much to tell though,” You dropped your head between your knees, trying to ignore the way your head spun.
“I’ve talked to some guys. We had bad sex. Then they become mysteriously busy,”
Eunseok’s brows furrowed at this, “Like they didn’t make you come?”
You offered a nod in response, “I’m convinced the guys here are just challenged,”
It was at this moment that you remembered that you had met Eunseok only because your two friends were into each other.
“I’m sure Wonbin is fine though,” You lifted your head to look over at Eunseok, “Hana really likes him,”
Eunseok couldn’t help but throw his head back in laughter at your words, regretting it almost instantly as he felt the rush from the alcohol you both had drank earlier. He didn’t let it show though as he leaned back against one of his arms and let his head loll forward.
“Funny how you thought to defend my friend but not me,” He blinked slowly and while his tone was light, you felt the shift in the air. Your legs pressed together in a movement that Eunseok didn’t miss.
“Well,” You swallowed, “I don’t know you like that,”
“That’s fair,” Eunseok nodded with a sigh, “Do you want to though?”
You wondered if Eunseok was always this forward or if it was just the alcohol speaking.
“I…” You paused for a moment, taking in the sight of him under the glow of the light posts around the courtyard - messy hair, pink cheeks, pretty lips, and that fucking tank top, “I wouldn’t mind it,”
You definitely weren’t this forward without the alcohol.
Eunseok swallowed at your words, slowly pushing himself closer to you. Your heart was hammering in your chest as one of his hands snaked up your jaw before cupping your cheek. Your breaths were shallow as your eyes met his for what felt like the hundredth time that night and one of your hands moved to rest against his chest, fingers gently tugging at the fabric of his top.
“Is this okay?” Eunseok whispered, voice soft as he leaned in so that his breath mingled in with yours. You nodded in response as your gaze fell to his lips, wishing that he’d finally kiss you.
“Words baby,” He shook his head, “I need to hear you,”
You whined in response, earning a smile from Eunseok.
“Yes,” You nodded once more, meeting his eyes again, “Please kiss me,”
That was all it took for him to crash his lips against yours. He kissed you softly at first, testing the waters as he took in the feeling of your plush lips on his but the more he heard of your sighs and the more he felt your fingers tugging at his tank top, he felt himself wanting more. He shifted so that his body could move on top of yours, never letting your lips disconnect. You gasped at the feeling of the cold grass against your back and Eunseok took that opportunity to slip his tongue past your lips. One of his hands tilted your face up giving him better access to kiss you while the other trailed down your body to rest against your waist. Your own hands found his hips, pulling him closer. He groaned at the feeling of your hips flush against his, pulling away for just a moment to glance down at your bodies pressed together before his eyes flitted back up to your face to find your dazed expression and swollen lips.
“So pretty,” He mumbled before letting his lips find yours again. Your skin felt warm and you couldn’t be sure now if it was because of the alcohol or because of Eunseok but as his lips trailed away from yours and instead down your jaw and neck you were sure that each kiss was searing hot.
“Eunseok,” His name came out a whimper as he sucked on the column of your throat and let his tongue run over the splotches of red that appeared.
It was the sound of Eunseok’s phone ringing that forced you both to pull apart.
His brows furrowed as he sat up, chest heaving as he took in the sight of you panting below him before he pulled his phone out of his pocket.
“What,” He answered harshly, frustration clear in his tone. You giggled at this and Eunseok glanced back down at you, expression a bit softer.
That is until your fingers slid into the belt loops of his jeans, gently tugging at the material. He sucked in a breath, listening to whoever was on the other line as his free hand came over yours, pulling your hand away before placing a kiss against your knuckles.
“That’s fine,” Eunseok spoke into his phone, “She can stay at ours,”
With that, he hung up the call and shoved his phone back into his pocket. He let out of deep sigh as he stared down at you.
“The world still spinning for you?” He asked, bringing a hand back to your cheek before pressing a soft kiss on your lips.
“Not much more than earlier,” You shook your head, bringing your hand over his.
“Darn,” He grinned, kissing you again, “And here I was hoping my kisses would make you dizzy,”
You giggled against his lips, “Cocky much?”
“Just trying to beat out these other lame guys,” He pressed a final kiss against your lips, pulling away to sit up again.
You moved to sit up too, prompting Eunseok to roll off you. As soon as you sat up you felt the dizziness again, “Looks like I spoke too soon,”
Eunseok chuckled as your hand reached for his arm to ground yourself, “Would you want to head to my place?”
You blinked at him, feeling your heart stutter at the proposition, “I-I would need to check with Hana. Don’t want her to worry,”
“Wonbin was the one that called,” Eunseok tapped his fingers against his pocket, “They went back to your dorm for the night and uh…”
“Oh,” You sucked in a breath, realizing that your options for the night were to go back to your dorm where your roommate was almost certainly having sex or go to Eunseok’s.
The decision was easy.
Eunseok didn’t live too far from the frat house and despite the alcohol still coursing through your veins, you managed to make it there in one piece. As each minute passed, you were feeling the effects of your drinks a bit more and the heat in your body from before lingered even as you stepped inside Eunseok’s apartment.
He seemed to feel the same because as soon as you heard the door behind you click shut, his hands were finding your waist, turning your body around before pushing your back against the wall.
You sucked in a breath as his lips ghosted over yours and his fingers pressed into your skin.
“Please tell me you’ll let me kiss you again,” He looked at you desperately.
“Eunseok,” Your hands ran up his stomach, feeling the flex of his abs before finding their way around his shoulders, pulling him closer so that you could feel the plush of his lips again, “I need you to do more than just kiss me,”
Everything happened so quickly from the way your clothes were strewn to the floor to the way Eunseok had you pressed into his bed underneath him.
One night turned into another, which turned into weeks, months, and almost a year of feverish kisses and roaming hands. You’d never put a label on what it was that the two of you were doing and you were content with that at first. Being with Eunseok was easy. There was no stress and no strings attached.
You were just friends.
You continued to tell yourself that after every night that Eunseok had your legs hooked around his waist as he pushed into you. You told yourself that after he would so gently kiss your lips and pull you against him in the mornings. You told yourself that when he’d hold you close to him on the nights you were stressed about life and whisper that everything would be okay. You told yourself that when you’d lie awake after sex, talking to each other about your dreams in the quiet of his bedroom.
You told yourself that even when you felt yourself falling for him but you weren’t sure if you believed yourself.
It was a little over a year after you’d met Eunseok that you were accepting the fact that you were in love with the man. You were almost positive that he felt the same way. The way that he looked at you, his stares always lingering just a second too long to remain friendly, told you so.
You’d never worked up the courage to do anything about it though - never felt brave enough to ask him if he felt the same.
Until a random night senior year.
You’d seen Eunseok that day on campus with another girl and while you tried to ignore the gnawing feeling in your chest, you couldn’t when you saw him lean in to hear something she was saying and break into a fit of laughter. His eyes shone brightly when he spoke to her and you couldn’t help but notice the way his knees kept knocking against hers.
You shouldn’t have been jealous. There was no reason to be.
You and Eunseok were just friends.
You kept trying to tell yourself that even when he texted you later that night, asking you to come over.
It was like every night when you’d showed up at his door later. His lips were on yours instantly when the door behind you was shut. He mumbled something about Wonbin being out for the night as he kissed down your neck and collarbones. You sighed as he pressed his hips against yours, grinding against your body in a way that sent a jolt between your legs.
“Eunseok,” You whimpered his name, hands finding purchase in his hair as you pulled him closer. Eunseok chuckled against your skin before pulling back to get a good look at you.
“Barely started and you're already a mess,” He grinned down at you and you felt your heart stop. The way he looked now was exactly the way he’d looked earlier on campus.
Eunseok noticed the change in your expression immediately, his own brows furrowing together in confusion and concern, “Hey, what’s wrong?”
“Sorry,” You shook your head, trying to will away the invasive thoughts that screamed at you to tell him you loved him, “It’s nothing,”
Eunseok frowned at this, “It’s obviously not nothing baby. You look almost spooked,”
“Eunseok, I’m fine,” You tried to reason but with the way Eunseok was staring you down, you knew he didn’t believe you.
“You know you can tell me anything right?” He frowned as he brought a hand up to cup your cheek. You sighed at the feeling of his thumb running over your skin.
“I know…I just..” You pursed your lips together, eyes dropping from his to the floor.
“Hey,” Eunseok tilted your chin up, forcing you to look at him again, “Talk to me,”
He looked at you with so much care you felt like you could cry and as you felt the tears well up in your eyes, you thought you just might.
“Eunseok,” You took in a deep breath, “What are we doing here?”
“What?” Eunseok blinked down at you, confusion written in his expression.
“This,” You motioned between the two of you, “Friends don’t do this,” You nerves stood on end as Eunseok’s hand left your body and he took a step back.
“What are you saying?” His words were suddenly guarded, brows knitting together.
“I’m saying,” Your hands curled into fists before opening up again, “I’m saying that I’m in love with you,”
He met your words with silence and with each second that passed you felt like the ground below might swallow you whole.
“I…” Eunseok swallowed, “What do you want me to say to that?”
Your stomach dropped as he looked at you with a guarded expression, his words telling you more than enough on how he saw you.
You should have left things at that. You should have walked out and salvaged what you could have of your relationship.
Instead, however, you kept talking.
“Do you not feel the same?”
“What made you think I cared for you?”
As soon as the words left Eunseok’s lips, you felt heat rise up your neck and your mouth ran dry. Eunseok, to his credit, seemed just as shocked by the words that left his lips.
“Fuck, that’s not what I meant,” He sighed, running a hand through his hair, “I just- I don’t see you that way,”
“I see,” You swallowed the lump forming in your throat, “Then what was all of this Eunseok?”
“What?” He asked, taken aback as you questioned him again, “It was obviously just fun,”
You sucked in a breath at his words, “I was just fun to you?”
“We were just messing around,” Eunseok shook his head, eyes scanning the distress on your face, “What made you think I felt that way towards you?”
“I don’t know Eunseok,” You felt your voice get louder as tears welled in your eyes, “Maybe it’s the way you act towards me. Friends don’t fuck and then talk about their life goals after. Friends don't hold each other the way you held me, okay? Friends definitely don’t do everything we’ve been doing. This wasn’t just sex,”
Eunseok watched you with a stunned expression, “I don’t know what you want me to say. To me it was just sex and you telling me you loved me, quite frankly, is making me kind of uncomfortable,” You couldn’t help but laugh in disbelief, bringing a hand to run through your hair.
“You’re joking right?” You stared at him, hoping to find something in his face that said he was lying. When you found nothing, you felt your heart shatter, “I was just sex to you?”
Eunseok sighed softly before speaking your name with the same tone, “It’s not my fault you thought this was more than it was. I never tried to make it seem like I loved you. You never should have felt that way,”
You were dumbfounded by his words.
“I never should have felt this way?” You posed it as a question, unable to hold back the scoff that left your lips, “Eunseok, I didn’t just choose to fall in love with you,”
Your heart panged as Eunseok met your eyes with an unreadable stare, like he didn’t care that you were about to cry in front of him. He just shook his head again, licking his lips as he pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes.
“Well you shouldn’t have,” His voice raised, tone harsh as cold eyes opened to look back at you, “If you were going to do this I just think it would have been best if we never met.”
Silence filled the air as you felt the weight of his words sink in between you. Your heart beat rapidly, the sound of blood rushing filling your ears. Your hands shook as you processed what he just said. Your eyes pried themselves from his and landed on the ground, unable to look at him any longer. You hadn’t even realized you had started crying until the first tear drop fell against the wood floor below.
Eunseok spoke your name, slight panic in his tone as he took a step towards you.
“N-no,” You shook your head, holding your hands up to try and keep space between you, “You’re right,” Your lips trembled as you forced yourself to look back up at him one more time. Eunseok sucked in a breath as he took in your pained expression.
“Since I’m obviously such a…a nuisance to you, I’ll just go,” You nodded curtly, trying to force the growing lump in the back of your throat back down.
“No,” Eunseok reached out for you but you were quick to dodge his touch, body jerking towards the door. He froze at that, only able to look in shock as you put distance between the two of you, “Wait, please,”
“You won’t have to worry about me, okay?” Your words were shaky as you ignored his plea and you mentally cursed yourself for sounding so weak, “It’ll be like we never met. Just like you wanted,”
Before Eunseok could try and stop you again, you were grabbing the doorknob, prying the door open before rushing out. Your steps were frantic as you left his apartment complex and made your way out into the cold night. Your legs carried you aimlessly as you held your cries back, legs burning as you tried to get as far away from Eunseok’s place as you could.
It was only when you found yourself in a familiar courtyard that you let your legs rest, body crumpling down over your knees as sobs racked past your lungs and into the quiet air.
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˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ PAIRING: riize's jung sungchan x female!reader
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ TAGS & WARNINGS: f1!au, teammate's sister!au, strangers to lovers!au, straight up fluff
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ SYNOPSIS: incoming f1 rookie jung sungchan is focused only on one thing: get through his first season without losing his seat by the end of it. ferrari's taken a big chance on a rookie this year, and he's not about to mess that up. on the other hand, your job is to keep your brother in the good graces of fans and media and draw all attention to your brother.. . and not yourself.
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ NOTES: the race order in this follows the 2025 calendar & there is no intentional similarities to any real-life racing events/results/incidents. this is in an ideal world, where ferrari has a good car and a competent team. we can only dream. i have a lot more planned for this couple, but wanted to get a fic out for the bday boy. watch this space!!!
happy birthday to our amazing and talented jung sungchan<3 i love you my jinsu!
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ROUND 01 - AUSTRALIAN GRAND PRIX
You're doing your best at keeping your face neutral as you watch executives, managers and staff buzz around you at the very edge of the garage. The phone in your tight grip sounds out the 7th ring and you grow more impatient as it continues on.
Finally, the line clicks.
"Mark, where the fuck are you?" you snap into the phone abruptly.
On the other side of the line, Mark lets out this deep, resigned sigh that has steam coming out of your ears, "Sis, chill. I'm coming back now."
You hear a shrill, high-pitched laugh in the background of the call and a whiny voice calling for your brother and you want to choke yourself out on the spot. You now know exactly where he is but you decide you'll give him the opportunity to lie to you.
"You better not be at the fuck ass Williams garage, I swear," you seethe into the phone, "40 minutes before lights out and you're not even at your own garage."
Your profanity catches the attention of the team principal walking pasts you, who shoots you an exasperated look, "Where is Mark?"
Letting out a nervous and awkward chuckle, you point to your phone, "He's coming. He's coming"
Fred just nods and makes a hurry up gesture with his hands as you bring the speaker back to your ear. You catch the tail end of Mark's rant where's he's calling you "-such a fucking bore."
"Just get here on that dumb little scooter of yours, now," your tone leaves no room for argument as you hang up and shoot Fred and the engineers a thumbs up as they look around in confusion.
Anyone would be confused if their driver suddenly went AWOL 40 minutes before the first race of the season and they're all looking at you because unfortunately, it is your job to ensure Mark is where he needs to be at all times. You didn't think telling him to be at his own team's garage before a race would be part of it though- let alone the first race of the new season.
You've always known that your brother, the social butterfly, likes to wander. And if you don't know where he is, he's probably somewhere gallivanting with Williams driver Lee Haechan. You caught some of it at the tail end of the previous season when you began feeling out your role and getting the low down from your mom who has since handed the job over to you after you graduated the summer before.
Officially, you're Mark's manager, but you're more like his manager, publicist, personal assistant, therapist, and babysitter rolled into one. Starting this season, your job is to make sure that Mark's only worry is getting into that car and driving well, which means that everything else falls on you and your stress level is at an all time high 100% of the time.
No wonder your mom had to take an early retirement.
You honestly, truly, genuinely had no idea how much work went into managing an F1 driver and you could have all the undergrad and masters degrees in communications in the world and you'd still have no idea how your mother endured it since Mark's younger karting days.
You zone out against the wall for what feels like forever, until you hear your brother's calls into the garage as he zooms in through the front on that scooter that actually makes him look quite stupid, but it gets him places faster than his feet.
"I'm here, someone tell Y/N to chill," Mark chortles and you resist the urge to throw the brick of a phone in your hand straight at his face.
"I'm gonna go to hospitality then," you breathe out deeply to calm yourself, knowing you were resolved from duties for the next hour and a half while he zooms around the track. You peer out the garage door and see it's still raining as it had been all morning and afternoon, "Good luck, Markie. Be safe out there."
Though you're residually annoyed at your brother for making you stress, the nerves you have before each race finally begin to seep in between your bones to replace that feeling. It's not even a welcome substitution, but it's a familiar feeling having watched Mark race for the better part of your life.
He reaches over to ruffle the top of your head and shoots you a gentle smile before nodding his head in the direction of the door to shoo you away.
Over the years, it's grown easier to watch Mark race, but that feeling will never go away- the one where your stomach sinks into a pit every time a competitor gets near him, the one where you hold your breath every time he dives into an overtake on a dangerous corner, the one that explodes into a ball of flames on those rare occasions he crashes and you have to find out if he's okay alongside the world. This is your first year as part of Mark's team, and with that, you know you have to travel to every race weekend with him. Before, you could only manage to get to the weekends that fit around your school schedule and exams, meaning you only had to deal with those emotions a handful of times per season, plus the occasional broadcasts you would catch if it was in the right time zone. Now, it's a new challenge of making it through every weekend without ripping all of your hair out in anxiety.
Your mind is all occupied and in tatters that you don't even register it completely when you bump into a figure and nearly trip over your own feet. A set of strong hands catch you at your shoulders to steady you, "Woah, careful."
"Oh, I'm sorry. I wasn't looking," the hallway out of the garage is narrow and you should have been looking to make way for whoever was coming.
When you finally look up, you're face-to-face with a visage you've only seen on social media posts recently, "No worries- wait, you look familiar," his eyes drop down to the pass around your neck- an all-access Ferrari pass- "Do you work for Ferrari?"
"Y/N Lee, Mark's sister and manager," you introduce yourself calmly.
"Ah, right. I'm Sungchan. Sungchan Jung," he bares his teeth in a charming smile as he fiddles with the fireproof suit pooling around his waist. Ferrari's newest driver, and a rookie at that, stands in front of you all wide-eyed and fidgeting. He's probably nervous for his first F1 race under the emblem, having only raced a couple times in the previous season as a reserve for Haas.
You laugh at him, "I know who you are. But nice to finally meet you. You'll see me around a lot this season, but probably rarely in as calm a state as right now."
Sungchan chuckles with you, "Does your version of calm involve you walking into people all dissociated?"
"My only advice to you is be nice to your manager and don't make them pull their hair our trying to get you to where you need to be," you tut at him before looking back at the garage and realising, "Which is probably exactly what you're doing. Get in there, Jung! Good luck for the race."
Sungchan tugs his lips into an appreciative smile as he ruffles the hair out of his face, "It's nice to meet you, Y/N Lee."
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ROUND 02 - CHINESE GRAND PRIX
You're not that familiar with the Shanghai Grand Prix grounds, having only visited it the one time in Mark's 2nd season. It's the first year in 5 years that the track returned to the calendar, so the crowd is pumping with excitement and your brother nervous in his motor home.
For most tracks, drivers could do it with their eyes closed, driving on feeling and memory built up over the years. It's comforting to know that a majority of the other drivers on the grid were also fairly recent racers with limited experience on the track.
Although the practices went okay and he was starting on the grid at P2, you could read it in his face that he was unsettled as he went through his breathing exercises in the chair. His coach had recommended him to meditate before races to keep his head clear and get his head in the game and he's followed that advice religiously ever since.
"Markie, what's wrong?" you call out softly to him.
His head lifts up to meet your gaze, "It might rain during the race. It was such a shit show with the rain last week and if I can't see anything out my visor, it's gonna be a mess again."
You know your brother was having a hard time grappling with the P3 finish after starting in pole in the first race of the season. He was coming off a driver's championship the previous season, so everyone was expecting him to keep the momentum going and win right off the bat.
"It's only the second race, Mark. The season's long, so don't get in your head about it so early on," you try to comfort him, "Plus, every driver will experience the same weather as you on the track. You just have to trust in your team, okay?"
"Speaking of team, I can't believe Sungchan is starting in P5 today," Mark clapped his hands together as the thought came to him, "Maybe we can fight for a constructor's championship this year."
The rookie already impressed the team and the public with a points finish in Australia, securing P7. Last season, Mark had nearly single-handedly led Ferrari to 3rd in the constructor's championship, but his lack of a consistent teammate had meant they couldn't get any closer to the top. There was a reason that there was a new driver in the second seat and you, along with everyone else, were hoping that he could take Ferrari to that next level again.
"I bumped into him just before the race last weekend. He seems nice," you comment casually, happy to distract your brother from his nerves, "Where did he come from? Feels like he just came out of nowhere."
"As if you followed last season diligently," Mark teases, "But he's a Ferrari junior, raced a few times as a sub last season too . He's got a hell of a lot of potential though, but I hope he doesn't get on my ass too much."
You shrug, "Some competition is nice."
"He's the youngest person on the Ferrari team right now- other than you. You guys should be friends," Mark says, "You'll see him a lot this year."
"Ha, is this also your way of saying I don't have friends here?" you tease him.
Mark rolls his eyes, "Cause you don't."
"I'm friends with Eunseok's girlfriend," you protest, offended.
"And she's never ever in the paddock because she's a doctor," Mark counters, "All I'm saying is that it's nice to have a friend on the team."
You decide to shelve his comments in the deep section of your brain reserved for things that weren't about your brother and your job as you check your watch, "It's time to go to the car now. You good?"
Mark flattens his lips together, "Always ready. Going up to hospitality? Or watching from the garage today?"
"Depends how in the way I feel in the garage today," you shrug and follow him out of his motor home. He greets the staff members that litter the path and makes small conversations with a few engineers that briefly join your walk before breaking away.
Behind him, you're tapping furiously at your phone to ensure you had absolutely everything mapped out and booked in for his post-race duties.
"Ever keep your eyes up?" Sungchan's voice isn't so familiar to you yet that you can recognise him without looking. You don't stop in your tracks as you look up and see him peering down at you.
"Mark's a busy guy, which unfortunately makes me a busy woman," you mutter, finalising something on the calendar you share with Mark before pocketing your phone, "How are you feeling for the race? Great job in qualifying."
"Yeah, I'm really happy with where I'm starting. It's gonna be tricky defending my spot from the rest of the grid but I'm excited," the expression on his face is endearing and full of passion.
"Good luck," you tell him sincerely, "I'll be watching from the garage today and cheering you on!"
Sungchan's face twists in surprise at your words, "You will?"
You give him a confused look, "You're my brother's teammate and the team would love a constructor's championship this year."
Sungchan makes an 'ah' face, "Yeah, of course. Thanks Y/N."
"Why do you look so surprised?"
He looks hesitant to answer you as his mouth opens, then closes, before it opens again, "I'm not used to people cheering for me. That's all. See ya later, Y/N."
Jung Sungchan disappears behind your brother in a wall of race engineers and tyres stacked up to the roof. You're confused by his comment briefly before your mind transports itself back to a time between the end of the last season and the start of this one when your brother had told you about his new Ferrari teammate.
Mark had been frowning at his phone, reading the comments of the post announcing Sungchan's F1 contract. There were masses of hate comments left by strangers on the internet who were so angry about this young adult getting the Ferrari seat over their favourite driver and that conversation with Mark had left such a sour taste in your mouth and a lot of sympathy for his teammate you hadn't yet met.
In a blink of an eye, you're pressed against a wall of the garage, peering up at the screens displaying the feed of the race. Evidently, you couldn't find a seat in the area, but you were too distracted by your own thoughts to trust yourself to put one foot in front of the other.
Mark was doing well as you expected. He had managed to undercut the race leader with a well-timed pit-stop and even managed to give his teammate a good tow in the process of waiting out the pitstops in front of him. The guests and staff around you were all buzzing with excitement at the prospect of the first Ferrari win of the season, but somewhere along the way when Mark had a comfortable lead, your gaze had started focusing on the letters 'JUN' on the side of the feed.
He had managed to keep his position at P5 50 laps into the 56 lap race, and he was getting closer and closer to the car ahead. With Mark seemingly securing his victory already with a 9 second gap, the garage had then started to talk about the rookie and his prospect of a higher points finish.
Sungchan was very nearly in DRS range to the car in front of him and with every turn before the detection zones, everyone held their breaths. Your routine was to tune into Mark's feed on your phone to get all the info from his team radio and the pit-wall in case there was something you'd like for him to address in his post-race interviews, but your fingers had moved by themselves to switch the feed to Sungchan's.
"Give it everything, Sungchan," his race engineer had instructed softly as he began lap 52, "Your tires will hold out until the end. Push, please."
His voice was shaky as his radio came in, "Copy."
"1.046 to Song."
In every other situation, you'd feel bad for Eunseok. You were almost friends through his sweet girlfriend, but Sungchan was your brother's teammate and you were practically a Ferrari employee. Of course you were going to cheer for the rookie.
Sungchan hadn't managed to close the gap before the first DRS detection zone, but going down the first straight, it seemed like he had just put his foot to the ground and nudged his car right up to Eunseok's. You couldn't breathe as he sent the cars full throttle into turns 14 and 15, knowing he needed to get within a second of Eunseok before turn 16.
The roar of the garage was electric the exact second that DRS was activated and Sungchan flew past the Mercedes in a handful of seconds. You let out a sigh of relief as the garage burst into applause.
In your lone earbud, Sungchan's race engineer comes in proudly, "P4. Well done, Sungchan. Keep it up and defend, okay?"
"Jung's defying all expectations," someone beside you murmurs, "I doubted him when they signed the contract, but he's proving everyone wrong."
The person they were accompanying replies something in favour of the rookie, but his words from earlier echoes back to you- I'm not used to people cheering for me.
It reminds you of Mark's early racing days when winning or getting on the podium at every race wasn't the norm. It took a lot of hard work for Mark to get on the top, but there was a point he was contemplating on giving up, but your parents had sat him down and asked him whether that would be what he truly wanted. Their support for him instead of pushing him into a more conventional and less expensive path was enough for him to keep trying, at least just for that moment. From then, Mark never looked back.
Sungchan had this expression of uncertainty when you spoke to him earlier. Maybe all he needed was someone to truly believe in him.
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BREAK BETWEEN ROUND 02 and 03
It certainly felt pointless to you to fly halfway across the globe from China to Italy when the next race in a week and a half was in Japan, but wherever Mark went, you followed. It's not your first time in Maranello, sure, but you've actually never been allowed to spend a lot of time at Ferrari HQ when you were just Mark's sister and not his employee.
Still, there's not much for you to do at the headquarters other than twiddle your thumbs and gaze upon the endless trophies of the past they had displayed. In the past 2 days that Mark has been doing stuff with the team, you've read pretty much every plaque describing all the moments immortalised on the canvases lining the walls. You already knew a lot about Ferrari history from dining room table conversations with your family, but now, you're definitely an expert.
The staff have been exceedingly nice over the past couple of days, always asking if you wanted a drink or a driver to take you around town, but you'd mostly just declined in your best Italian and scrolled your social media in the corner of this boujee lounge dedicated for their drivers.
You don't actually even know what Mark's doing with the team- you haven't bothered to learn all the nitty-gritty technical things related to the car and driving, saving your brain expenditure on publicity training tips to impart on your brother and organisational skills instead. It was certainly no easy task trying to communicate to all the brands that sponsored your brother and all the people reaching out to have him do this, that and the other, all while making sure his calendar was prioritised for his races and F1 commitments first.
Sure, a GQ photoshoot and spread would be good for his fame, but if Ferrari needed him at Maranello, then they'd either have to come to Mark themselves or find another driver.
"Hi Y/N," Sungchan waves at you in greeting as he enters the lounge. He's throwing back an energy drink down his throat as he takes the sofa across from you, "Still waiting for Mark?"
"I don't know when he'll be finished again. I probably should have just stayed in the hotel," you nod solemnly.
"Why did you come to Italy? You could've gone back home in your break or travelled a bit," Sungchan asks you curiously.
You shrug, "I'm Mark's employee now so I guess I have to follow him. Canada's too far for only a week's stay and Monaco is boring without Mark there. I just moved to Monaco so I don't really have that many friends there yet."
Sungchan grins, "I'm moving to Monaco soon actually. Right of passage for F1 drivers, I guess."
"Oh, you don't live there yet? Where do you live?"
He gestures out the window with his hand, "I moved here when I was 15. I've been a development driver that long. My mum came with me at first, but she went back to Korea when I turned 20."
"Oh that's so cool- do you speak Italian?" you quiz him.
"Sì, certo," Sungchan blurts proudly, "It's definitely not native level but I try my best."
"That's very impressive," you compliment, "I only know how to say yes, no and where's the toilet in Italian. It's actually only my fourth time in the country."
Sungchan looks surprised, "Really? But Mark's been a Ferrari driver for years and years."
"I've been busy with school; Canada is so far from the rest of the world. I worked whenever I was off school too," you explain to him, "My whole family came to Maranello though when Mark signed his rookie contract with the team and I came to Monza and Imola a couple years back."
"Does that mean you haven't seen much of the town?" there's a glint in his eyes as you shake your head, "Do you want a tour from a local? I'm free the rest of today."
For a moment you contemplate whether it's ethical to leave your boss hanging, but then you remember he's also your silly older brother. He definitely wouldn't mind if you ran away with Sungchan for an afternoon- he didn't even want you to come to Maranello with him to be honest.
"Would Mark mind?" Sungchan can see the gears turning in your head.
"Nah, he doesn't have time to show me around himself anyway. Are you sure though?" Sungchan holds an arm out that you grab to tug yourself up to your feet.
He points out the window, "It's a gorgeous spring day. Let's make the most of it!"
You're not sure why, but you don't hesitate to follow Sungchan out of the room and to wherever he wanted to take you. After shooting Mark a quick text, you catch up to the heels of the tall driver.
He bows and say thank you and goodbye to every staff member you come across out of the building and they all look at him with such fondness and adoration that you start to understand why they might possibly choose a rookie driver who's grown up with the team over a egotistical, over-cocky external recruit.
The Ferrari HQ actually has valet, so Sungchan walks up to the desk and greets the staff there like they're old friends before they disappear into a door behind the desk.
"Ah, of course you have a car here; you live here," you hum beside him as he leans against the glass at the front of the building.
"Mhm, they gifted it to me when I made my F1 debut last year. I have to ship it to Monaco soon, though," he cocks his head in realisation, "Or drive it 5 hours over the border. Maybe a road trip would be fun, but it's not like the car would carry anything anyway."
As soon as he says that, a sleek and expensive looking sports car with the prancing horse logo pulls up into the front. The valet steps out and hands the key over to your companion, who gestures for you to get inside. Your brother has his fair share of flashy cars, so it's not anything new to you, but you don't deny it's still cool.
Sungchan opens the passenger side door and you watch it swing up instead of out. You give him an appreciative smile before he jogs around to get behind the wheel.
"I wish I could compliment you on this car, but I don't know much about them," you say sheepishly, "I'm definitely eager to learn more as I go through the season."
He's started driving already without telling you where you were going, but you somehow find it in yourself to trust him with your life despite only having met him a handful of times.
"How come you ended up working with your brother then?" he asks.
"I have an undergrad and masters in communications, so being a PR person or manager was the natural route. My mum has been doing it for Mark for forever and she wanted to retire from it, so it kind of felt natural for me to step into her role out of college," you explain, "I know, I know- I'm a nepo baby."
Sungchan shrugs, "Mark's lucky to have family at each race then no matter what. If I was him, I'd hire my sister who's literally educated in that area with no doubt. That's definitely something I'd consider but my parents and my older brother are content in their other careers."
"I'm assuming you have a manager, but I haven't met them yet. Do you get on well?"
A soft smile adorns his face, "Yeah, Changmin's like my second dad. He's been with me for a while too, but he has a few other racers in his management. Still, he's incredible, seriously. I'd be so lost without him."
"I wish Mark would appreciate me like that. Instead, all he does is stress me out by running away with Haechan before races," you snort, "Just kidding, I know he's grateful- or he should be."
Maranello isn't that big of a place so your conversation comes to a halt after a few more minutes of Sungchan finding out more about your family and your role with Mark. He parks up on the side of the street in front of a row of shops and restaurants.
"I forgot to ask if you were hungry, actually," Sungchan looks sheepish as his two hands grip the steering wheel as he turns the car off.
You giggle at his expression, "I'm always down for Italian food- and authentic Italian food this time."
His grin is dazzling as he reaches for the car door and tells you to wait. You obey, despite not quite realising why he requested that in the split-second it took for him to reach your side of the car and open your door. Sungchan offers out a hand to help you up, knowing how difficult it was to get out of the sports car sometimes without looking silly.
"You're such a gentleman, Sungchan. Your mother's raised you well- or your past girlfriends," you tease him lightly.
He lets out a playful scoff as he denies, "Nah, I've never even had a girlfriend. Was too busy racing in my teens and I was homeschooled when I came to Italy so I didn't exactly know many Italian girls to fall at my feet. But yeah, my parents have drilled it in me and my brother to treat people well."
"Hey, you're an F1 driver now," you nudge him playfully as you follow him to an entrance of a restaurant with a brick facade, "Your life is about to be yachts, models, partying and celebrities. You're the celebrity."
He scrunches up his face adorably, "I don't know about that one, actually. Doesn't seem like the lifestyle for me."
Every moment passing with Sungchan just shows you how good of a person he seems to be. Mark may be right in trying to get the two of you to be friends.
The restaurant he takes you to is small beyond the exterior, but it has a homely vibe with the colourful, but wearing tablecloths adorning the surfaces and the soft music crooning over the speakers. Sungchan speaks in hushed, fluent Italian to the server who smiles at him like he knows him- which every person in the town probably does.
The server leads you to a table in the far corner, but it's still a good spot to not make you feel cramped. It's just cozy and just right.
Sungchan translates carefully what the server harps off about the restaurant and when they leave for you to decide, you eye the menu in hesitation. There's not a lick of English on it, which you don't expect, but you didn't buy any data to load Google Translate as you thought you'd be scrounging off hotel and HQ wifi the whole time.
"I'll go through the menu with you," Sungchan offers softly when he sees your reluctant face and plucks the laminated sheet out of your hand, "Are you allergic to anything?"
"Nope," you murmur. You're in awe of his kindness, truly. He's currently sat across the square table from you, but he picks up his chair and moves perpendicular to be able to nestle in beside you. He leaves behind his own menu to lean over and peer at your own.
You don't even realise you've frozen until he's softly saying your name, "Y/N?"
"Oh, yeah- sorry!" your cheeks flush pink after being caught out, but Sungchan doesn't take notice as he points to the starters.
Diligently, he translates every dish and the descriptions, giving his own opinions and watching your face react to each item. From his recommendation, the two of you decide on your food and he calls over the server to take your order. You weren't a big drinker and wine wasn't exactly up your alley, so you settled for soft drinks instead.
When Sungchan finishes listing the familiar food items, the server's eyes flash towards you before he says something to Sungchan. The driver, who was still sat beside you, breaks out into little giggles as you notice the tips of his ears start turning red while he curtly responds.
"What did he say to you?" you ask curiously, taking a sip from the water the server had supplied when you sat down.
Sungchan purses his lips and opens them, before he hesitates and closes them again for a second, "He just made a funny joke. It's in Italian so hard to translate."
You eye him warily, "Hm, okay."
He asks you a question to distract you into a tangent about your degree until the food comes. Unsurprisingly, it's the best Italian you've ever had and the server, despite his little English, manages to dedicate such great customer service to you that you're practically a silence away from writing poetry in their TripAdvisor reviews.
Sungchan happily details to you his life- how he got into racing, his highs and his lows in his career and his biggest dreams. The way he babbles between fork-fulls of pasta is utterly endearing that you have to stop yourself from reaching over the table and squeezing his cheeks. Still, you keep composure as he talks about his racing heroes.
When the food winds down and you're stuffed to the brim, finished off by a good helping of tiramisu, Sungchan is already behind you, ready with your jacket to slide over your arms.
"We haven't paid yet, though?" you frown at him.
The server, carrying a tray of drinks to another table, passes you at this moment, "Mr Sungchan paid. Che bella coppia! Buona serata!"
You look over at Sungchan who waves a dismissive hand at you and leads you out of the restaurant and to the car with a goodbye to the staff.
"What did he say at the end? I'm guessing he said have a good evening and bella means beautiful right?" you investigate him. The smile on the server's face was so sincere; you wished you understood what he said.
"He said what a beautiful couple," Sungchan chews the inside of his mouth bashfully, "I told him earlier that we weren't a couple, but he's just teasing."
You realise suddenly, "Ah, that must be what made you so red earlier, haha. It's fine- he's a lovely man and it's an amazing restaurant."
You both clamber into your respective sides of the car as Sungchan displays a solemn expression, "I just realised that was probably my last time there for a while since I'm moving."
"You act like the HQ for the team you drive for isn't here," you tease him, "Maybe you'll just have to learn to cook like them!"
Sungchan chortles, "As if! You can be my taste-tester in Monaco then. You'll regret giving me that idea."
You join his hearty, melodious laughs, "Okay, I'll see you in Monaco for that."
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ROUND 03 - JAPANESE GRAND PRIX
You were having your first difficult weekend dealing with your brother. It was so hard, in fact, that you didn't even join him for dinner after qualifying day.
A spun out Alpine during his final Q3 flying lap meant that he only qualified 6th and he certainly felt some way about it, making his feelings known to the press. Your brother isn't usually so hot-headed and irrational when it came to these things, but sometimes, things just build up and his fuse blows.
The Alpine had been driving erratically all weekend, seemingly unable to properly control the car, and it was just Mark's luck that the bright livery managed to crash into the championship leader's own red vehicle. But still, Mark should've known to keep mum- it was still early in the season anyway. You don't win championships on round 3.
But the damage was done and he had run his mouth and you were dealing with all these requests for comments from all these papers, while simultaneously trying to keep up with the comments about your brother on social media. It's tricky because you know people's opinion changes up in a snap of your fingers and a lot of people do accept that motorsports gets intense and things said in the heat of the moment both during and after a race should be taken with a pinch of salt, but at the same time, Mark has a reputation to uphold and sponsors to keep happy.
Not only was Mark subject to a hefty fine for his language over the radio and in the post-session interviews, he was also being subjected to the wrath of his little sister who's work was cut out for her.
"I said I'm sorry," Mark pleas beside you as you walk through the paddock and over to garage on race day. He stops a few times to take photos with kids and sign some caps and shirts, but he has to scuttle to keep up with your marching pace.
"You should've kept your mouth shut," you grumble, trying to keep a neutral expression for the eyes you know are watching you, "And you ruined Sungchan's qualifying too."
Mark pauses at the comment and furrows his eyebrows together, "Sungchan? Since when do you care where he qualifies?"
Mark didn't exactly crash in the altercation with the Alpine, but he was so in his head and also driving erratically that he had accidentally impeded his own teammate on the track who was on his own flying lap. Thankfully, the stewards considered the situation that happened just seconds beforehand and let him off with a warning, but Sungchan had only managed 8th in the end.
"We're friends," you snap, "Weren't you the one that suggested that?"
"Jeez, I'm just gonna stop talking," Mark sighs defeatedly at your tone.
"That would've been useful yesterday," you mutter under your breath. Your older brother shoots you an exasperated look, but you shoo him away to where he needed to go as you reached the Ferrari area.
You situate yourself in the majorly empty garage with most personnel headed to the team meeting before the race. You wave and greet the few members of staff loitering about, but for the most part, you busy yourself with the emails piling up in your inbox.
Time passes around you in the form of mechanics and engineers passing in and out like one of those movie montages and you don't know how long it's been until a hand taps you on your head to call your attention.
"No way," your mouth drops when you see your visitor, "I didn't know you were coming."
Eunseok's girlfriend returns your grin as you sweep her up in a hug. It's been a while since you've seen her- not since the season started even!
She laughs melodiously, "I didn't think I was able to come either, but I was able to swap my shift last minute so I could attend race day. Japan's not too far anyway. How've you been- do you wanna pop out and get lunch at one of the stands?"
Mark's gonna be occupied in the meeting for a good while, so you agree and link arms with your first friend you met through F1.
"What's it like doing the whole travelling to every race thing? And officially working for your brother?" she asks you. In the corner of your eyes, you spot a few people stop and snap a pic of the two of you as you peruse the paddock for food.
"It's already exhausting travelling and this is only race 3 of 24," you sigh, "And Mark pissed me off bad yesterday. Did you see what he said to the press?"
She giggles in guilt, "I did see the buzz on social media, yeah. It's okay; it happens. Remember when Eunseok crashed with Namjoon last year?"
You click your tongue, "Maybe I should get Mark his own separate PR manager? I can just do everything else as his general manager."
"Nah, he'll remember now for every time he thinks about running his mouth to the media," she reassures you, "Has the team been treating you well?"
"Duh! They're all lovely even though I'm one of the youngest," you gush, "They're don't boss me around like some might do to their driver's PA. I don't know if maybe it's cause I'm his sister too, but they've been good."
"Everyone would love you no matter what," she dismisses.
You became friends with Eunseok's girlfriend early in the previous season at a race you were both fortunate enough to attend. She'd gotten lost trying to find her way back to Mercedes' area in Saudi Arabia and you had asked if she was okay, since she looked on the verge of tears. You exchanged social media accounts and got lunch in the city centre the Friday before the Melbourne GP and the rest was history.
You didn't make it to every race of the last season as you finished up your final year of university and she was a newly qualified doctor, so it was hard to see each other often, but you kept in touch.
You both decide on a lounge set up in the paddock and take a seat away from the glass front. You order pretty quickly and the server promises to return with your food as quickly as possible.
"You know what though?" she begins with a small, tight frown, "It's gonna be hard for you to date now you have to travel so much. You're never gonna be in one place at one time."
"Psh, I'm not even thinking about dating!" your voice raises in pitch and volume in defence, "Plus, you and Eunseok make it work."
Her face contorts into this kind of pained expression, "We do, but it's hard. But we've been together a long time, so it's been a more gradual shift to the full on F1 calendar and career. I guess you should just date someone who works and travels with an F1 team. Do you want me to get Eunseok to ask around who's single?"
You bat at her arm, "I'm not trying to date, seriously. I'm busy enough as it is trying to adjust to being Mark's manager!"
"Text me when you change your mind," she rolls her eyes playfully, "Do you wanna watch the race together? Or do you have to be at the Ferrari garage?"
"I'm not actually sure on the etiquette on that, but I should probably be at Ferrari to make sure I can drag Mark away quickly with my hand covering his mouth in case he starts getting mouthy again," you sigh in annoyance, "We can catch the next race together, whenever you'll make it next."
"I'll be in Miami," she confirms happily, "We can party it up on Jungkook's boat after!"
"You mean his mega-yacht?" you snort. The Mercedes legend has a reputation for hosting the best and wildest parties on his yacht, which you were yet to experience. However, he did invite your brother once to have dinner on the yacht, catered by a Michelin-starred chef, which he graciously dragged you to despite you not knowing anyone on that vessel.
"It's mammoth," she emphasises, "Oh, I'm excited!"
When you finish eating, you drop her off to Mercedes' garage and elbow your way through the buzzing crowd to get back to Ferrari. It was less than hour before the race now, so it was getting busy both around the paddock and in the garage. You could see both Mark and Sungchan on their respective sides, floating between their car and the engineering station.
They're close to sending the car out on the grid for the reconnaissance laps, so the drivers stand out from their team in their matching fireproofs. Mark gives you a rushed, but enthusiastic wave as you settle yourself if your usual corner of the garage and you give him two thumbs up to wish him luck. Sungchan, on the other hand, spots you a few minutes later and surprises you by jogging on over to you.
You haven't spoken to him since he dropped you back off at your hotel in Maranello, but you did follow each other on Instagram a few days ago, which was instigated by him. It's been a busy weekend, so other than waving at you in passing during media day, FP sessions and before qualifying, there had been no instances of greeting each other properly.
"Hi Sungchan," you grin as he bounds on over to you, "Good luck today."
"Thanks Y/N. Haven't had the chance to say hi all weekend," he runs a free hand through his soft locks as he grips his balaclava tight in the other.
"It's been busy," you agree, "But you'll do great out there. I know Mark made it hard for you yesterday, though."
Sungchan looks over his shoulder briefly, watching Mark preside over his engineers with hands on his hips, but he just shrugs, "Part of racing and he didn't mean to. Obviously, he didn't know it was me and I would have been way less composed after a collision."
As a racer, Sungchan's been involved in more collisions, accidents and incidents than he would've liked to admit- it was part of the sport. Over the years, he's learned how to deal with them and how to pick himself up after and keep going even when it hurt or he felt guilty.
But it was his rookie season in the top flight and despite the fact that he knows it's only a matter of time before his first mistake, he's trying his best to hold it off as long as possible.
You reach out to touch his arm and he's thankful his layers are so thick that you don't feel him tense up under your grip, "You're gonna do great, Sungchan," you repeat.
His eyes, large, glossy and unreadable, peer down at you as his lips tug up at the corners, "Forza Ferrari, then. Enjoy the race. See you later?"
You don't know what later means; it could mean dinner or it could mean 4 days later in Bahrain, but you nod and send him away, in a manner and motion that you don't even do to your brother. You don't know how to describe your friendship with Sungchan, but he's quickly becoming an important character in your life, which scares you a little.
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ROUND 05 - SAUDI ARABIA GRAND PRIX
Whenever Mark has a difficult race, he has a routine. He doesn't have these often, thankfully, but you've sussed him out by now.
He finishes the race and thanks his engineers and team- they work so hard despite everything. He composes himself in the garage and accepts he has to do his media duties and he fibs and reassures the world that he's okay and promises to come back stronger the next weekend.
It must be hard to be a previous world champion- everyone expects you to do it again and again no matter how much the world changes around you from the drivers to the cars to the rulebooks to the tracks to the tyres and to the officials.
You know that Mark carries himself with grace through the team meetings after hard races, but then you also know that he holes up in his hotel, orders a bunch of food and goes MIA for that night once he finishes all his obligations. He doesn't need or want anyone to comfort him; he just needs some space and time.
He doesn't like it when someone rubs his back and tells him something was not his fault when it was. He doesn't like it when he's coo'd false promises and he hates it even more when people look at him in pity.
So, you don't exactly know what to do when Sungchan DNF's in his 5th F1 race in his rookie season after a Haas dives into the side of his car and takes out his wings.
You've been tuned in to his feed the past few laps and the heartbreak in his voice was evident when he finally cut through the silence.
"I'm sorry, fuck. I'm so sorry. I don't know what happened," his voice isn't altogether clear over the radio, but even still, you could hear the pain.
His engineer buzzes in, "Are you okay, Sungchan?"
"Yeah, yeah. Fuck. I'm sorry."
"You're okay, that's all that matters. We're bringing the car back, just stay there. Virtual safety car is up," his engineer tells him.
It takes at least 5 laps for the safety car period to end and what felt like a lifetime before the car and the driver arrived back at the garage. You couldn't see much of the car by way of every mechanic immediately pouncing on it for repair, but Sungchan loomed over all figures in the room.
He stayed by his team principal and race engineer's side for a while, speaking in hushed tones with eyebrows tugged together. His race suit was gathering at his waist and he was nervously running his hands through his hair.
To divert your attention, you switch back to Mark's race. From P6, he had managed to get himself up to P3 by lap 30 and was less than 2 seconds behind the silver medal position. The Ferrari garage was still locked in, vying for another win for their top driver, so the atmosphere hadn't changed too much.
You had focused so much of your attention on the screen ahead of you, that you didn't even notice when Sungchan came to your side until he taps the plastic of your red over-ear headphones.
"Sungchan, hey," you slip the device off your head, "Are you okay?"
His lips form into a pout, "It fucking sucks. Did you see it?"
You don't nod, but instead give him a tight smile, "It wasn't your fault."
"I could've done more to avoid it. Swerved, or something," he sighs dejectedly, "They're sending me to the media centre. I know Mark's still racing, but can you walk with me? I don't have anyone here with me. Changmin's away this weekend and I don't know what to fucking do-"
"Hey, hey, hey," you reach out to steady him and grab at his forearm, "I'm here with you. Don't worry. I'll come with you."
Sungchan meets your eyes properly and his glassy orbs display his every emotion. He lets out this deep, dreadful sigh from the centre of his chest as he chews at his lips and nods, "Thanks, Y/N. Can you wait here? I'm just gonna get changed out of this."
He comes back a few minutes later from his driver's room in the team shirt and matching cap, still not looking all the settled. You keep up with his pace all the way to the media centre, which isn't hard because he's dragging his feet to prolong the journey instead of his usual large strides with his long, long legs.
"What should I say to them?" he murmurs under his breath as the building comes into view. The paddock isn't busy as the race is still ongoing so there's no one coming up to him for any random reason, "I mean, I know what to say but like- Ugh, this is the worst."
You swallow hard and turn your brain onto PR manager mode, "Just try and look calm, okay? Just tell them it was a tricky situation, but that's what happens in racing. Just tell them you'll come back stronger next time. They just wanna make sure you're okay too."
Sungchan's lips are seconds away from bleeding by the way he's tugging at them with his teeth and even now, he's avoiding any eye contact with you or anybody else you pass for that matter. Just as you reach the building, you pause in your tracks to try give him a pep talk.
"Sungchan I know it sucked, but you're gonna be okay, yeah? You're an amazing, amazing driver and this was just a small mistake and accident that wasn't even your fault for the most part," you attempt to reassure him, "You're not gonna lose your seat over this and the team adore you and know that this is just something that happens. You've been doing so great the past 4 races and it's so early in the season. You've already proven yourself to the tifosi who love you and the racing world adore you too. It's gonna be okay, Sungchan. I promise."
Sungchan listens to you with an unreadable expression which melts softly as your words come to a close. By the door of the media centre, he unexpectedly pulls you in for a hug.
"Thanks, Y/N," he pulls away before you even react, "I'm so grateful you're here."
"Anytime, Sungchan."
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BREAK BETWEEN ROUND 05 AND 06
Your brother is eyeing you suspiciously from the couch perpendicular to the one you were sat cris-cross on. He was all squinted stares and furrowed eyebrows too as he periodically looks between the TV and then back at you.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" you huff in annoyance as you finally speak up on his 15th head turn, "Just watch the goddamn movie."
Mark decided a few hours ago that he was gonna dedicate the whole day to watching Spider-Man films, but he wasn't watching them in any particular order. You don't really know how it makes sense to watch The Amazing Spider-Man 2 and then Spider-Man: Far From Home and then Spider-Man 3, but whatever makes him happy during the break, you guess.
It's nearing dinner time, which means one thing: Lee Donghyuck is probably around the corner, just himself and his spare key to the apartment ready to devour whatever Mark plans to order in. You're not really sure why they don't live together, but you've already claimed the second room in the apartment so it's too late now.
"You keep smiling at your phone," Mark says observantly, suspiciously, "And you're wearing like, real clothes."
"God forbid your sister is happy," you grumble at his insinuation, "Am I not allowed to smile?"
"Yeah, but, like, you never smile," Mark says this like it's the most obvious thing, "Are you watching funny TikToks? Send them to me!"
Your brother is so unserious, it hurts. No one would think he's a multiple-time F1 champion.
"I'm going out for dinner," you finally tell him, your voice as steady as you can make it.
Mark's interest piques with this as he sits up straight and pauses the film, "What? With who? You don't know anyone in Monte Carlo."
"You're actually horrible. You don't think I can make friends?" you throw the pillow in your lap at him, which he dodges with his quick reflexes.
"Well, yeah. So who?" he presses on.
"It doesn't matter," you whine, regretting even telling him instead of just walking out.
"As your older brother, I'd say that it actually does matter. What if you're meeting a serial killer? Or a stalker? Or an undercover pap or journalist who's gonna infiltrate our family? Someone with bad intentions?" Mark begins to show signs of distress as he stands up and paces back and forth in front of you, "Did you meet them in Monaco? Are they from a rich family? Do they work here? How is this the first I've heard of you meeting someone here?"
Your phone buzzes in the pocket you've hid it in, signifying to you that your company for the evening has stopped driving and is presumably outside. You stand up and collect your bag from the side table, as well as your shoes by the door. You can feel Mark's eyes follow you around the apartment.
"Y/N? Y/N! Where are you going?" Mark calls over in concern. It's kinda fun to wind up your brother like this, but you decide to put him out of his misery.
"I'm going to dinner," you deadpan, unlocking the front door, "Now if you'll excuse me, Sungchan is downstairs."
You shut the door behind you, but not before you hear him exclaim in the most confused tone possible, "Sungchan? My teammate Sungchan?"
Your phone buzzes again when you get in the elevator and you check to see if its from Sungchan, but instead you're faced with capital letters and exclamation marks.
Markie: ARE YOU GUYS DATING?!!!!!!!!!!!
Markie: Y/N WHAT THE FLIPPPPPPPP ANSWER ME
You laugh, shaking your head at your dramatic brother.
Y/N: we're just friends!! you're fun to wind up
Markie: Y/N YOUR CURFEW IS 9:30PM
Y/N: in ur dreams, lol, ur not my mother. i'll be back when i wanna be back
Sungchan is dressed in black from head to toe as he leans against the passenger door on the side of the street. He's watching you exit the building in amusement, his hands in his pocket.
"Hey, Channie," you greet him enthusiastically.
"Your brother says I need to come up after I drop you home," he quirks an eyebrow at you.
"Ha, did he text you?"
Sungchan laughs a little and shakes his head, pointing upwards, "He's watching us."
Horror immediately rushes through your veins as you cock your neck back to see your brother dangling over the balcony with a smirk on his face.
"Mark! Fuck off!" he mirrors the way you flip him off.
"10:30 latest, Jung!" he calls out to your company.
"We're just friends," you shout up at him, "You never gone out for dinner with friends?"
"Not on their first day moving to the city! Why are you the first person he's seeing in Monaco?"
You grumble to Sungchan, "Sorry about him. Should we just leave?"
Sungchan chuckles at your exchange with your brother, moving to open the passenger door for you. It's the same Ferrari you rode in Maranello, so he must have road-tripped it over.
"Bye Mark!" Sungchan bids your brother a goodbye as he jogs around to the driver's side and you can see Mark still watching from the balcony as Sungchan drives you away.
You're still giggling by the first corner and Sungchan eyes you cautiously from his seat, "I know he's your brother, but I don't wanna piss off the first driver on my team. What if he has me kicked off?"
You roll your eyes playfully, "Mark would never do that. He's just joking around."
"I know, I know. Mark's one of the kindest people I've met, but you're still his little sister. The look he gave me when I looked up and realised he was there- oh, chills down my spine!" he exclaimed as he gripped the wheel tighter.
"It's not like we're dating," you state, "I don't know, maybe it's cause I've never really had male friends around him and with our parents so far away, he's trying to take on that protective role."
Sungchan goes quiet, tapping on the steering wheel, "Hm, yeah. I guess."
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He had previously detailed to you in Maranello that he wasn't exactly a Michelin-started chef, so instead, he took you to a 2 star restaurant whose name you couldn't even begin to pronounce despite the years of French you've taken in school.
Sungchan is sitting across from you, a knife and a fork clutched in his hand tightly.
"Sungchan, I know you said we were gonna go to a pretty fancy restaurant, but I feel severely underdressed," you look down at your pleated trousers and your pink blouse and then at the lady at the table across in a silk dress and gloves.
"Relax, we're cosplaying as mega rich today and they don't dress up that much to go out to dinner," Sungchan tries to reassure you. He's dressed pretty simple too, but not casual enough to have been denied entry at the door.
"Are our wallets cosplaying mega rich too?"
He looks at you pointedly, "Our? I'm paying, of course. And well to be honest, I got a pretty big raise going from reserve slash academy to sitting in the second seat. What else am I gonna splash my money on?"
Your cheeks flush, "If you pay it's gonna feel like a date. We should split."
He smirks subtly and a glint twinkles in his eye, "All the more reason for me to pay then."
Your food comes in small portions, but feels endless in courses. It's interesting to listen to the waiter babble on about the fancy ingredients and the elusive concept, but the dinner is made more special by your company.
Sungchan is simply nice to be with. He has wit- joking about the food and never missing a beat to banter with you- and he has a lot of charm. You're not really sure how he's never had a girlfriend before, but you know through your brother that their career takes up so much of their time and focus. Sungchan's the kind of guy that every girl would have fawned over in school, the kind of colleague all the ladies in an office would talk about and vie for, but he's here, with you, in one of Monaco's upscale restaurants.
Maybe that's saying something about your relationship with him that you haven't yet accepted has changed.
After dinner (where yes, he did end up paying), he drives the two of you down to the port and you walk shoulder to shoulder under the streetlights and between the twinkles of the yacht lights reflecting off the water.
"Have you driven here before?" you look behind you at the road, which was still busy despite the time. Monaco was truly alive in the evening.
"Mhm, it's on the F2 and F3 calendar so I've done it a good few times. It's a really difficult race if you're not in pole, but I enjoy it," Sungchan reminisces, "I won it last year in F2."
"You just had to add that, didn't you?" you tease him by bumping your shoulder against his.
Sungchan chuckles melodiously, "I don't get to say that about many places to many people. And this year will probably taint my memory and feeling of the race, so gotta enjoy it while I can."
"Hey, you should really back yourself more. You're a good driver; you wouldn't be in a Ferrari seat if you weren't. Who knows- you could repeat it again!" you were chant in a motivating tone.
A soft smile decorates Sungchan's face as he sighs happily, "You know, I really appreciated you telling me you were cheering for me in China. Even if you support me because I'm your brother's teammate and you feel like you have to, it was nice of you to support me. It was kind of hard at the start of the season since no one thought I'd be able to perform well or deliver at all, so your support made me really happy."
Your heart swells, "I cheer for you because you deserve it and I believe in you. Even if at the start, it was because of that, it certainly isn't now. You're such a good person, Sungchan- I'll always support you."
He's trying to hide his blush from you as the breeze pushes the two of you along the harbour, "Even if I beat your brother one day?"
"He's already got some championships," you dismiss casually, "I hope I'm there for your first F1 win."
"Might be a while, so don't hold your breath."
"Sungchan! I just said you have to back yourself," you whine at him and punctuate, "Believe. In. Your. Self."
"Okay, fine. I'll win a race soon, just so I know that you'll be there watching," Sungchan rolls his eyes playfully, "I'll dedicate my win to you."
"Ha! As if."
"What, can't I dedicate a win to a friend?" he says the final word with some kind of disdain that you check his face- all scrunched up and cute.
"Why'd you say it like that?" you prod teasingly.
Sungchan glances quickly at you to find you already looking at him, so he turns away as his ears go red, "Stop!" he whines.
"Stop what?"
"I know I'm being obvious," Sungchan murmurs shyly, "Being friends for now is good, but you know, in the future-"
"In the future, what?"
Sungchan stops in his tracks to stomp his feet adorably, "Y/N, you're doing this on purpose!" his face is heated up like a tomato while you double over in laughter, "Don't make me say it."
"Say what?"
Sungchan huffs and rolls his eyes, refusing to speak and instead grabs your hand to keep the two of you walking despite being the one to stop.
"You're fun to tease, just like my brother," you're still laughing and he's still holding your hand, softly, gently.
"You're a menace," he utters with a smile on his face, "I hate that I like it."
"I like your company too, Sungchan," you giggle, pressing your arm against him, your entwined hands squishing between the two of you, "You're not the only one."
Sungchan looks at you, a content expression on his handsome features, "Good. That's good."
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ROUND 06 - MIAMI GRAND PRIX
No matter the outcome of the race, there was one sure thing about the Miami Grand Prix since it started running- and that was the fact that Jungkook will always, without fail, host the best party of the entire year that's second to none in your brother's opinion. Mark invited you to come in the previous years, but the Miami GP always fell around the season of deadlines and you weren't sure about partying with people that you haven't met the majority of.
Of course, tonight's going to be packed with strangers too, but you're hoping the occasional familiar face will help you settle in and feel more comfortable. If all else fails, you're sticking with Eunseok's girlfriend.
With another win for your brother in the bag and a slew of interviews later, you were finally clocking off and being chauffeured from the hotel to the dock. You're hoping and praying to the gods that Mark doesn't do anything at the party that would amount to more work for you, such as cleaning up after his messes in the press, but even if he decides to get a little wilder to celebrate his win, he told you that Jungkook's security for the party is absolutely second to none- completely iron clad. There was nothing illegal happening on the boat, of course, but the drivers and their acquaintances deserve a little privacy here and there to act freely.
"No groupies, no fans, no one that can't be trusted," Mark tells you again in the car, "So go crazy. Not that anyone's gonna be paying attention to you, but just in case you get close to any drivers tonight."
You shove his side and he snarls at you, "I didn't even say a name! You can get it on with Mingyu from Mercedes for all I care- well actually, don't do that, but, y'know."
Mark stops his train of thought when you give him a death stare and diverts the topic onto what he thought about the race. You stand off to the side for so many of his interviews, but it's always hard to listen because of all the noise on the track. He's blabbering about the safety car and the situation that happened halfway through the race when Eunseok's girlfriend texts you that they've made it onto the yacht.
"- and I know Donghyuck is my best friend, but I swear he lives to get under my skin on the tract," Marks tuts in annoyance beside you, "Raced wheel-to-wheel with me instead of letting me pass when he was a pit stop behind me anyway. Prick."
"I'm sure he's just vying for entertainment in the midfield. That's just how he is," you hum along, "Who's that driver who retired but was a pain in the ass to everyone for his own entertainment?"
"Oh, Jeonghan? I don't know why McLaren kept him so long. Amazing driver but was always on the verge of a race ban with his penalty points," Mark chuckles in remembrance, "The grid's a bit more calm this year with so many rookies from last season and this season; no one's taking insane risks yet."
"Good. I hate seeing crashes," you counter, "Sungchan was so sad in Saudi Arabia after his crash."
Mark's face contorts into constipation from holding back from teasing you, but it slips his lips as he coos in a high-pitch tone, "Oooo, Sungchan. How was loverboy after the race anyway? I didn't get to see him since we had separate meetings today."
You resist the urge to snap at him and breathe in and out deeply, "I haven't seen him either. I was with you, remember?"
"Oh yeah. Then let's congratulate him properly for his second P4 finish! So insane!" Mark claps happily, doing a little dance in his seat. Because of Sungchan's good performances, they were steadily fighting for the top spot of the Constructor's Championship. You had managed to send Sungchan a congratulatory text, but other than the rushed 'thank you!!' and 'see you soon!:)' he was able to send you because he was whisked away by his team, you hadn't spoken to him.
The car pulls up to the dock and you momentarily marvel at the flashy, jaw-dropping yachts before Mark drags you to the direction of the brightest and loudest boat of the line up.
"C'mon, if we're late they'll actually just leave," Mark murmurs under his breath. It's all sights he's used to so he doesn't realise you're trying to take in the surroundings, but you forgive him for the sole fact that because he was the winner of the race, Jungkook gave him rights to skip the queue of people trying to get on the boat.
Haechan gives the two of you the stink-eye and the bird as he waits for security to get through everyone.
Jungkook is deep in host-duties as you step on the boat following an extensive search. He daps up Mark and congratulates him on the win before turning to you, "Y/N, right? It's good to see you again!"
"Thank you for letting me come. I've heard lots of things about your Miami parties," you greet him pleasantly.
"Mark's been talking about inviting you for years, so I'm glad you could make it. Haven't seen you much in the paddock this season yet," Jungkook cocks his head.
"I'm always hiding in the Ferrari garage. I don't really know anyone to mingle in the paddock with," you tell him.
His face lights up, "Well then tonight is the perfect opportunity to meet the people that frequent the paddock! Mostly drivers, their partners and their entourage on the boat tonight. And if you're single, my party's matchmake'd a good handful of couples," his lid drops into a wink as he smirks.
"Trying to set my sister up right in front of me," Mark sighs in defeat beside you, "We'll see you around, Kook. Have to go find the other Ferrari."
"Tell him that overtake he did on me at Turn 11 was downright dirty, but incredible," Jungkook kisses his teeth as the memory from a few hours earlier surfaces, "I must have missed him coming aboard."
Mark drags you further afield into the boat, thanking everyone briefly that shouted congratulations his way, but he's steadfast on his journey. With such an exclusive guest list, the boat isn't too cramped yet despite being lively in nature so early in the night. You easily find Eunseok and his girlfriend towards the bow of the ship, delighting you to find her waiting with a drink in hand for you.
"Sorry, didn't get the race winner a drink," she says sheepishly at Mark who waves her off, "But congratulations."
Eunseok parrots the same sentiment to your brother.
"Thank you guys and don't worry- there's plenty of time for drinks," he smiles, "Have you guys seen Sungchan?"
You previously told Eunseok's girlfriend that you were hanging out with Sungchan a lot and enjoying his company and her mouth had dropped in shock that she didn't think to put the two of you together despite him driving for Ferrari as he was also Eunseok's best friend on the grid. You'd identified they were close with the stories Sungchan would tell you about his karting days and junior career, but you wanted to wait to see if there was even anything to say to your friend to not make it a big deal.
"He came on with us but I think Taeyong dragged him away. I told him to come back here now," Eunseok flashes his phone at you to their texts. Mark just hums and leaves quickly, saying that he'll come back again later in the night after making sure you'd be okay with the company.
His girlfriend hooks her arm around yours and clinks your drinks together in a cheers, "We're finally having a night out together since we first met. Let's go crazy!"
"I don't know if crazy is the right word. I don't wanna fall off the edge of the boat!" you squawk as you cast your eyes overboard to the steep drop down into the treacherous ocean.
"Please, your loverboy would never let that happen. He won't be able to take his eyes off you tonight regardless," she rolls her eyes playfully and bats at the tassels coming off your dress.
"No, you look so good," you squeeze her arm.
Eunseok scoffs in front of the two of you, "Get a room, geez!"
"Watch your back," you stick your tongue out at him teasingly as his girlfriend giggles beside you.
Eunseok opens his mouth to reply, but then his eye catches on something behind you that makes him smirk.
"Y/N, you're here. Finally," you feel her arm slip away from yours as you hear that familiar, deep and comforting voice behind you through the buzz of the party.
Sungchan is dressed in a full-black outfit complete with a leather jacker over his shoulders, perfectly matching your black dress.
Your arms reach up instinctively around his neck to pull him into a hug, while his hands find home on the exposed skin on the small of your back, setting your nerves on fire in the way they linger there.
"Congratulations on P4 again. You're amazing. I'm so proud of you," you whisper up to his ear.
"Thank you. That really means a lot from you," his voice is soft and appreciative, as he rubs the area cut out from the back of your dress, "And you look so incredible tonight."
You pull away, already knowing your cheeks are red, but his hands stretch and stay clasped around your waist for a beat too long. You don't even question it, not even when he releases one hand, but keeps a hold onto your waist and pulls you by his side.
Eunseok and his girlfriend's eyebrows are raised in amusement when you finally remember their existence, but they don't say anything and just sip their drink instead.
"Where'd you go?" Eunseok asks your companion, who was radiating all his body heat to you even in the gusty Miami breeze.
"Taeyong was introducing me to his team," Sungchan says off-handedly, "What are you guys drinking?"
"Mojitos," you tell him, showing him the cup in your hand and bringing it up to his lip, "Want some?"
Sungchan hums in agreement, capturing your straw with his plump lips, "Mhm, that's good. Let's get more when you finish."
"You two are gross," Eunseok grumbles, but the two of you cock your head in confusion at him. He just bats away at you and turns to his girlfriend, "Babe, let's go mingle and leave these two alone."
His girlfriend agrees instantly, dropping you a not-so-subtle wink as she's whisked away into the crowd. It leaves you alone with Sungchan, him watching the party as you become all too aware of his hand still around your waist.
"Someone's touchy tonight," you murmur softly, not accusatory.
He doesn't let go, but looks down at you with that fond look on his face, "Is that okay?"
Your heart thumps in your chest, "Mhm, yeah."
"Good."
Later on in the night, you found yourself in the lounge inside of the boat where it was lit up by lamps, but people weren't any less drunk. A group was playing card games around you, but you were tucked up against Sungchan's side, trying to sober up a little bit after you both had too many cocktails. There was no reason for Jungkook to have over 20 enticing cocktails on the menu, seriously!
After a bit of dancing once the mega-yacht started sailing and there was no exit until you docked back, you were winding down inside.
"You doing okay?" he whispers down to you after his turn in the game passed.
Your fingers clutched at the fabric of his black button up, leather jacket long gone, "Yeah. I'm comfy, don't worry."
"Tell me if you wanna go get some air, mhm?" he pats your head sweetly. Across the room, on another sprawling couch, Eunseok's girlfriend wiggles her eyebrows at you.
From the outside, it's obvious you and Sungchan are more than friends. There's no denying it, even between the both of you. At least you hoped you were reading the situation right. But you hadn't really tiptoed past that line that cemented being beyond friends- it feels like you're just waiting for the time or moment to come.
There's a commotion and a clash across the room as a door swings open, letting in a a whiff of fresher air and then slams closed.
"Fuck, I'm so drunk. Can I sit down?" your brother, who you definitely forgot existed, stumbles into the room.
"There's no space," Haechan groans, "Sit on the floor."
"Noooo, I need to collapse on this couch right now. Y/N, just sit on your boyfriend's lap," Mark whines impatiently, pointing at the two of you. The whole room practically ceases all noise, everyone turning their head to look at you.
"Mark, I'm gonna throw you overboard," you grit your teeth at him.
Sungchan just laughs deeply beside you as he looks over, "Y/N, it's fine. Your brother looks like he needs to sit down. You mind?"
Hesitantly, you get up from your very comfy position and Sungchan shuffles over to get under you. You make no move to sit, so he hooks his arm around your waist and pulls you down onto him, making you giggle nervously.
"Tell me if I'm too heavy," you twist your head to look at him, surprising yourself with the close distance down to his face.
You don't know if your eyes deceive you, but his eyes flicker down to your lips for just a split second before he shakes his head, "You're as light as a feather. Have you seen my muscles?"
You choke back a scoff and swat at him, but he squeezes his arms around your midriff instead to make you laugh.
"Anyway, how are you feeling? Still wasted?" his own words slur ever so slightly as you deny his question.
"Tipsy, but not as bad as earlier," your head still feels heavy on your neck, lolling to one side, but everything seems a bit clearer with every second that passes, "Our first time getting drunk together!"
Sungchan fights back the cheesy smile that threatens to take over once he heard the word 'our' come from your lips. He could definitely get used to that.
"Okay, good. Keep drinking your water, mhm?" he hums, nodding over to the table crowded with cards, cocktail glasses and bottles of beer, sodas and water.
"You're acting like my parent. Even Mark's not this vigilant," you jut your chin over to your brother, who is sprawled on the end of the plush couch, moments away from slipping off but sitting without a care in the world. His eyes are scrunched together tightly, trying to block out the light and you just know he's concentrating on stopping the room from spinning.
"Your brother just won so I guess he can get drunk off his ass. Therefore, I gotta make sure you make it off the boat in one, pretty piece," he humphs behind you.
You twist your body, "He didn't put you on babysitting duty, did he?"
Sungchan chortles, "Of course not. And he doesn't have to. I wanna take care of you."
"Oh," you relax in his hold, "Okay. Thanks Channie."
"You're gonna be at lunch tomorrow, right?" he moves topics quickly, but it doesn't slip past you the way he leans forward so his lips are pretty much pressed and moving against the bare skin of your shoulder.
You freeze in the moment and melt when he murmurs your name against your skin to get your attention again.
"Oh, yeah. With Eunseok and his girlfriend? Of course. Gosh, we've both been so busy this weekend- I had to ask her to tell you all the details," you sigh deeply, "How do we work for the same team and barely see each other sometimes? Well, it's cause you're a big shot formula one driver and I have to be following around my brother and make sure he doesn't do anything stupid, which is highly likely at any given moment-"
"Definitely still tipsy. You're so talkative when you're tipsy," he's found out this fact about you over the course of the night, "But it's okay. As long as you'll be there tomorrow."
"Sungchan! Hey!" a face that's distantly familiar appears above you. Lee Taeyong smiles down at the two of you, a bottle in hand, "This must be your girlfriend. I had no idea."
"Girlfriend?" you cock your head at him, "I'm Lee Y/N. Mark's sister." You point at your brother, who is now curled up into a ball as Haechan looms over him, snapping pictures on his phone.
Kim Jungwoo apparates beside his McLaren teammate, swinging an arm around his shoulder, "He's such an idiot. I told him Sungchan had a girl. Nice to meet you officially, Y/N."
You've heard lots of good things about the pair as they're pretty close to your brother, but you had never properly met them until now.
"I'm sorry- I didn't know for sure," Taeyong pouts.
Behind you, Sungchan is tense. You can feel it in the way his grip tightens.
"Huh?"
Your face must have displayed the epitome of confusion as Taeyong looks at you apologetically, "My cousin thought Sungchan was cute and I thought he was single so I dragged him to introduce them at the start of the night. I would have never done that if I knew, Y/N. I don't mean to disrespect you at all. Thanks for introducing my cousin to Theo though, Sungchan. I think she thinks he's even cuter than you!"
Your perplexity only triples as Taeyong goes on and you nervously turn around to your companion who gives you a sheepish look.
"It's alright, guys. We're gonna go outside now, though, if you wanna take my seat," Sungchan taps on your hip to get you to stand up. Wordlessly, but still confused, you follow his command. The two McLaren drivers beam at you as they wave goodbye and you don't even realise that Sungchan is holding your hand all the way to the deck until he stops and separates your hands to brush his through his hair.
"What just happened?" you laugh incredulously, "I am so confused right now. Did I get more drunk? Did I hallucinate that?"
Sungchan's lips tug into a guilty smile, "Taeyong tried to set me up with his cousin. I didn't wanna lead her on or anything so I said I wasn't available. Theo from Haas walked past at that moment so I introduced him instead."
"Oh," your mouth flattens at the idea of Sungchan being set up with someone, but then your heart explodes into butterflies, "Yeah, it probably did look like I was your girlfriend sat on your lap like that."
"Good. I don't want anyone getting the wrong idea about me again," Sungchan's voice drops low as he leans against the rails of the ship. His eyes are dark, his lids fluttering slowly in his slightly tipsy state.
It's getting windier and colder as the night goes on and the sound of the sea crashing on itself seems to intensify as silence occupies the space between you.
"Sungchan?" you look up at him to find him already staring down at you, something unreadable in his large eyes.
"Yeah?"
"You're not as drunk either now, are you?" you ask quietly.
"Nope. My head's crystal clear, promise," he utters truthfully.
"Okay."
A breeze runs through your figures and you shake at the coolness. Sungchan frowns and pulls you to his body, wrapping you up in a hug, "Shit, let's go find my jacket and find somewhere else inside. You're gonna freeze out here."
Hesitantly, you wrap your arms around him, letting his body heat migrate to you, "Yeah, let's. But for now, you're pretty warm."
Sungchan drops his chin on top of your head, "Then let's stay like this for a bit longer, mhm?"
You pull your head back to meet his eyes, "Sungchan?"
"Yes, Y/N?" he says again, expression fond.
"I heard kissing is a really efficient way to warm up."
Sungchan's face doesn't even display surprise as he smirks cheekily, "Oh really? Maybe we should try that out."
"Yeah, it's really cold."
Even in your heels, you still have to reach up on your tiptoes to meet his face halfway, steadily pressing your lips against his as his hands come up to cup your flushed cheeks.
His lips sets your body ablaze as he moves his mouth slowly, but desperately against yours. You melt into his touch as you deepen the kiss with every beat and the way you feel him yearn against you is so delicious. It feels like you've been waiting for this for so long- because you have- and it's even better than anything you could have conjured up in your imagination as relief floods your body to finally be so close to him.
"Y/N," he practically pleads as you both come up for air.
Your eyes sparkle in the moonlight as you pull him in for another kiss, never wanting this moment to end, "Sungchan, I'm still cold."
"Let me fix that. Can't let my girl be cold," he smiles against your lips.
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ROUND 07 - EMILIA-ROMAGNA GRAND PRIX
You've been lucky to attend a few Italian races while your brother's been racing for Ferrari. Other than racing in Canada, they're Mark's favourite races due to the passionate support of the tifosi- the roar of the crowd, the sea of red, the banners and the flags. Monza and Imola are staples in the calendar for your family to attend, so you're already used to cameras on you in the paddock. So far, you've asked to be kept off the screen as much as possible since you were now technically Ferrari staff, but if your family was around, you knew you'd end up on the broadcast for reactions.
Your family arrives only a couple of hours before lights out at Imola, choosing to skip the build-up days to extend their vacation for as long as possible. The calendar was going into a triple-header, so your family was excited to see three races in a span of just over two weeks.
"Is Mark driving you insane yet?" your mother snorts as she settles beside you in the Ferrari garage.
"You know it," you half-joke, knowing she's the one person who'd understand what you're going through, "At least you can relax, eomma."
"I know it's tricky sometimes, but I just wanna make sure that Mark has family around and he can take care of you too," your mother smiles softly. With the way the sport worked, drivers were constantly being sent around the world week on week and it could get isolating from your family sometimes, not being able to be still for a while. You wouldn't have it any other way, really.
"How's Monaco?" your dad asks from your other side. He's got a camera around his neck, ready for sightseeing once he's out of the garage. Your dad's hoping for a Mark victory to be able to capture all the love of the tifosi through his lens.
"I've barely seen any of it. After this race, this next week will probably be the longest I'll have been in the city since I moved there," you tell them honestly, "I've made a couple of friends."
"Friends? Y/N's got a boyfriend!" your elder brother sing-songs from behind you.
If there weren't so many people around, you would have turned around and pounced on Jinhyung.
"Y/N, he's coming to dinner tonight, right?" your dad's tone turns serious.
You groan, "Yes he is, but please do not be embarrassing or try to scare him. You'll probably see him briefly in a second."
"No promises," your dad pulls you into an affectionate side hug, "You'll forever be my little girl, Y/N. And he's the first boyfriend we're ever meeting!"
"Acting like Donghyuck's not practically your son's boyfriend," you jeer at them.
Right on time, you see two figures round the front of the garage. It's a funny picture- your middle brother with his arms slung around the shoulder of your almost-boyfriend despite the height difference. Mark's adorning a smirk, amused at the gravity of the situation, meanwhile Sungchan looks like he's three seconds away from combusting.
He meets your eyes and you try to give him a comforting smile.
"Eomma, appa, hyung, this is Sungchan. My teammate," Mark punctuates his final word, staring at you teasingly.
Sungchan waves nervously, bowing to them in greeting, "Hi! It's nice to finally meet you. I hope you enjoy the race."
"Aren't you so handsome! And tall!" your mother coo's. You're sure they've seen each other in passing before, either at Maranello or the races Sungchan substituted for previously, but it's their first time meeting officially.
You watch fondly as his cheeks tint pink and he begins to fiddle with the material of the fireproofs bunched up around his waist.
"And you've been such a good driver this season. You're very talented- definitely rookie of the year," your father compliments.
"How are you balancing being a Ferrari rookie AND dealing with both of these Lee's?" your eldest brother exclaims, "You deserve an award for that."
"You're the worst one!" you jeer at your brother and then swat away at your family, "Mark and Sungchan have a race to get to!"
You hug your brother good luck with your family following suit and you can sense Sungchan's eyes following you when you pull away from Mark, not knowing whether it was appropriate to approach you in front of your family.
His body relaxes in relief when you open your arms wide for him to slot himself into. You reach up on your toes and stop at his ear, "Good luck, Sungchan. I believe in you."
A hand squeezes at your waist in gratitude, "Thank you. See you after the race, baby."
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ROUND 08 - MONACO GRAND PRIX
There's a few moments in your life that you can still visualise and feel the nerves and tension of that situation to this day.
The bubbling in your stomach, the way the room and the people in it started to blur, the pounding of your heart against your chest- you were feeling all of it now and to an intensity you didn't even feel before walking the stage for your college graduation, nor walking into the hardest exam of your life.
You can feel your mother's hand in between your own tightly enclasped hands that are resting in your chin in a prayer. Every so often, you bring yourself back to consciousness and remind yourself to breathe.
Coming into Sunday, you were already very, very, very nervous and anxious. It was rare to find your brother qualifying outside of the front row, but some traffic impeding his Q3 flying lap and a set up that just wasn't completely optimised for the day had him in P4 coming into Sunday. Mark was optimistic - he had a good lead in the championship - so he was in a good mood before the race.
The biggest thing that made you nervous wasn't related to your brother - it was the fact Sungchan qualified in P3 ahead of him.
And was running the race with 3 laps to go in P1.
Monaco was one of Sungchan's favourite tracks in the world with the hairpin bends and incredible scenery. It's not a sentiment shared by everyone- it's hard to overtake, whoever qualifies first usually wind, blah, blah, blah. But Monaco remains one of the most prestigious races in all of motorsports and those who can survive and come out on top will go down in the history books.
Sure, the F1 world will say that there was luck involved if this does turn out to be the Ferrari rookie's first F1 win- a crash between P1 of Red Bull's Juyeon and P2 of Mercedes' Yeonjun was how Sungchan found himself leading the grand prix - but it was important to capitalise on what you were dealt with. It would've been so easy for Sungchan to panic and start to make mistakes, but he kept his cool and locked in.
"3 laps to go. Mark is still 4.3 seconds behind. Let's go to the end, Sungchan," his race engineer's voice is shaking over the speaker.
The atmosphere in the garage is nothing like you've ever experienced. Mark winning is just another race to them (not that it's any less exciting) so they have their routines and they know what to do.
Having watched each of Sungchan's races during his rookie season, you knew his first podium, let alone his first win, was just a matter of time, but to do it in Monaco? Only 8 races in? When the whole motorsports world was doubting him coming into the season? That was impressive.
"C'mon," you grit your teeth together and plea under your breath, eyes glued to the screens in the garage, "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon."
On the other side of you, Sungchan's mother crumples herself even deeper into Sungchan's father's chest. His brother is rubbing his hands together frantically in prayer. If there was a race to win for Sungchan, it was probably this one.
"Last lap, Sungchan. Give it everything," his engineer encourages softly as the car passes the starting grid for his final lap.
He makes the first turn gracefully and charges down the Beau Rivage. Behind him, the red of Mark's car appears in the distance, but he sweeps past Casino and reaches the part where your breath hitches and your heart stops beating. It's so terrifying watching the car come to such a slow speed all of a sudden as he whips the car around the hairpin of turn 6.
There's too many cars in the tunnel for you to let out your breath, but thankfully, they all move over expertly as they get lapped. You see the nerves getting to Sungchan as he grips his wheel even tighter trying to focus through the Nouvelle Chicane, but you blink and he's already at the Swimming Pool, moving at a blistering speed.
"Oh my God," Sungchan's mother starts crying the very second that Sungchan makes it safely past the very last turn and there's only a few seconds before he's barrelling through the finish line as winner of the 2025 Monaco Grand Prix.
You don't know what happens after. There was a lot of hugs from everyone around you. Then your brother points out that you're crying- even as much as you were when Mark won his first F1 race all of those years ago.
His family, who you met a few days ago, sweeps you up in a hug and you're all blabbering incoherently at each other.
Your headphones get knocked about, but they remain on your head long enough to hear his melodious, proud and exhausted screams as his engineer and team principal congratulates him on his win. Sungchan's voice cracks in gratitude over the radio as he thanks the team and all you want to do is pull him into the tightest hug and tell him how proud you are of him.
"Come, let's see them!" one of the Ferarri mechanics beckons over in the general direction.
You let go of his mother's hand, "Tell him I'm proud too!"
His mother gasps and gives you a pointed look, "No! You tell him. You have to come with us."
"I shouldn't. Your family deserves to celebrate this," you say hesitantly, reaching up to swipe your tears away.
His brother drops his arm around your shoulder and begins to drag you out of the garage, "You have to come for your brother anyway. The second Sungchan sees you there, he's gonna be so happy. He wants you there."
Your entire body is shaking as you watch from behind the engineers and the mechanics the cars pull into Parc Ferme. Sungchan clambers out of the car and when he stands on top of it and raises his arm in victory, your heart swells in pride.
The team are screaming, hyping him up as he runs over and when he jumps, they receive him with cries and congratulations. As he takes his helmet off, the team part in the middle and usher his family, and you, towards the barrier. You stand back in respect, watching Sungchan cry into his mother's neck and then into his Father's and brother's. When they move aside to reveal you, Sungchan's grin grows even wider.
"Come here," he calls over to you desperately.
In a flash, you're hooking your arms around his neck, being lifted off the ground as he tries to squeeze your body against his as best he could with the metal barrier between you.
"I'm so proud of you, Sungchan. You're an F1 winner. You just won the Monaco Grand Prix! Again!" you sob into him.
His breath is hot on your ear, "You're my lucky charm. Thank you for being by my side, Y/N."
When your feet reach the ground again and you pull away, you're taken by surprise when Sungchan's glove-covered hands come up to your cheek and then his mouth presses against yours faithfully. Your lips move against his in the cacophony of the Ferrari team's whistles and yelps, as well as the cheering of the supporters in the stands and presumably, of the millions of people at home watching.
The world quickly drowns out around you and all you can focus on is the sweet taste of him on your lips and the way his being and his soul envelops you in this blanket of warmth and light. And you know in that moment that you could do this forever.
a/n: thank you thank you thank you for reading. find my masterlist here & all likes, comments, reblogs and feedback are so, so appreciated <3
synopsis: desperate to escape your old apartment, you take over a friend’s lease for a semester. fifteen weeks of living with three guys sounds straight forward enough— except for the fact a certain one happens to be your type. all you need to do is keep your sanity, make rent with your diner job, and definitely not catch feelings. too bad life doesn’t follow the lease agreement.
featuring: fem!reader, rii7e (all members), nct wish (riku), le sserafim (kazuha), ive (liz), and more!
content warning: suggestive, swearing, drinking, smoking. small mentions of financial insecurity, ptsd, claustrophobia, and panic attacks
author’s note: hello :P so excited to write an smau for bb sohee!! hope you’re ready for some chaotic stuff to go down living with him, tonie, and hannie <3 enjoy and make sure to check out the profiles before jumping in!
୨♡୧ WORD COUNT: 19.3k
୨♡୧ PAIRING: riize's jung sungchan x female!reader
୨♡୧ TAGS & WARNINGS: figure skating!au, skater!sungchan, skater!yn, friends that kiss to lovers!au, secret/hidden relationship, fluff, angst, mentions of anxiety and skating-related minor injuries, lots of pining, lots of internal monologuing, lots of making out descriptions but no smut!, non linear narrative
୨♡୧ SYNOPSIS: jung sungchan is completely, utterly and hopelessly whipped for the struggling skater who keeps him at an arm's length, yet loves the feeling of his mouth on hers in every corner of the globe.
୨♡୧ NOTES: im sorry this is SOOOO long and its just y/n and sungchan being so cute and head over heels for each other. it's kinda a self-indulgent fic and i didn't really explain the figure skating terms, but i think you can make do without knowing what they mean (ask me anything if you wanna know tho!) pls enjoy this cute piece :) anyway, miss u seunghan!!!
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SKATE AMERICA, OCTOBER 2023
Your first love will always be figure skating. There was something about the way the cool air kissed and then smothered your face as you stepped onto the ice, and something about the way your sharp blades screeched as it cut through the top layer. There was something about the way the lights around you reflected on the glossy surface and the way you felt like you were most yourself while cutting through the air.
Your first love is figure skating, and everything to do with it- from the 5am call for training, to the sleepy drives all around the country and the world to get to your competitions, to the cheering, the gasps and the booing from the audience, to the gifted plushies making their home on your couch in your living room, to the stumbles and the landings, to the kiss and cry and most of all, to the skating.
Figure skating was also your first heartbreak- one that you were still trying to get over.
The arena you were competing in today was a familiar one, since you'd completed competitions in both the junior and senior circuit here a couple of times. Over the years, your nerves had truly eased up a little - never totally, of course, but you were always more excited than nervous no matter how well you thought you'd fare.
Still, the familiarity of the layout and the size and the ice was no help towards the pit growing in your stomach that you hadn't felt in competition in years. No matter- you woke up with that dread every single day for months now.
The stands had fallen into a hitched silence when they announced your name over the speaker. You had opened the barrier to the rink with a deep breath and one last forlorn look to your coach, who diverted her eyes quickly from you after a tense smile. It was weird; this was one of the loudest crowds in the grand prix circuit, but for you- last to skate in the short- you could hear a pin drop.
This time last year, you were on top of the world going into your first assignment of the season. You were fresh off the back of an amazing run at your very first Winter Olympics, helping your team secure gold medals in the team event and yourself a silver for your own effort. You had been skating in ice shows left and right in the midst of creating new routines for the new season, and you were on a high in life.
The season had passed well- you won gold, and then silver at your grand prix assignments, cruised through the grand prix final and then swept your discipline at nationals. You medalled for the 4th year running at 4 Continents and then all that was left was worlds.
Easy right? All you had left at the end of the best season of your career was the World Championships against all the skaters you had been consistently beating for years.
Anyway, back to the present.
You continued inhaling and exhaling consciously and intentionally for a while and it felt like forever before the first notes of your music began to boom into the arena and you could make your first move.
All eyes were on you.
It took you a split second to snap yourself from the sudden stage fright that had come over you. For a second there, you had thought that your feet refused to move from their starting position and had anchored themselves to the ice, but thankfully your brain and muscles had connected after a brief pause to send you on your first lap around the rink.
You had a few seconds to compose yourself and perform some intricate arm waving before your very first, and most difficult jump- one you had been rigorously training over and over and over again since the end of the last season when it had sabotaged your Worlds free skate.
When on the ice, the faces of the audience blurred into one continuous mass. You were thankful for this, otherwise you would be staring at the anxious expressions of hundreds of people that would bury and make home in your already fluttering stomach.
You sighed heavily to yourself before beginning the lead up to your jump. You told yourself that even if you didn't make it, it wouldn't affect how the rest of the routine went- you wouldn't let it.
You made the dreaded turn to start skating backwards and counted to 3 in your head before you turned again to take off forward, throwing your arms around yourself and launching your body in the air. You wish you could say that you knew what happened afterwards, but all you know is that you landed on the correct feet and the arena burst into cheers. You prayed that you landed your triple axel, but who knows at this point.
You let out a sigh of relief and continued with the rest of your programme that was ingrained in your mind. You were pretty much running on autopilot, which was not always what you preferred to do in competition. You wanted to be more in control, but honestly whatever got you through this skate would be okay.
The rest of the skate flew by and with each jump and element, you began to loosen up and the cloud in your mind began to dissolve. By the end of it, you could clearly make out the relief and pride splattered on your coach's face.
She gave you a tight squeeze when you opened the gate once more and cooed into your ear how proud she was of you, not that a blip in your routine would make her any less proud.
"Let's go to the kiss and cry and then i'll treat you to whatever you want," your coach Lina squeezed your hand with a reverent smile.
"Well now it sounds like you're bribing me to skate well," you grabbed a Keroppi plushie from one of the attendants that had cleaned up after you, giving her an appreciative smile.
"I always believe that you'll do well," she uttered back.
She sat you down in the middle of the bench and you gave smiles and waves to the camera pointing at you. You finally got to review yourself on the screens showing the live feedback of the broadcast and you were elated to find out that you had in fact landed your triple axel perfectly, instead of just a double.
The score blared out your season's best, just cause it was the start of the season, and it was on par with your scores from the start of last season, so you quickly celebrated and made your way to the media area and the changing rooms.
"Y/N!" you were greeted with a familiar squealing voice and were quickly enveloped in a tight hug.
"Sho! I didn't know you were coming!" you were so happy to see one of your friends around.
Shotaro pulled away and you noticed a towering figure beside him, holding a small bouquet of your favourite flowers, tulips.
"Sungchan," you smiled softly, "Hi."
His eyes were as sparkly as you always found them to be, his lips challenging the pinks on the flowers he was clutching.
He gave you a shy smile back and offered out the bouquet, "Taro and I got this for you. Congratulations on your short."
You wrapped your fingers around the stems and admired the vibrant orange and pink, "I bet you guys were holding your breaths. I know I was."
"It was incredible, as always," Sungchan assured you.
"Every skater goes through this, Y/N. We always know you're giving your best and we always believed you would recover," Shotaro hummed sincerely, "Anyway, we came because a lot of the gang is skating tomorrow. We begged our coach to let us come to this assignment and surprise you and the boys."
Shotaro was the first friend you made outside of your skating club in the junior ranks. He had approached you years and years ago, telling you he admired your skating and offered to be skating friends. In a career that was sending you everywhere around the world with never any stability, it was good to be friendly with people that could end up in the same assignments with you.
He had introduced you to the boys he had befriended himself and that was something you were so grateful for after you stopped finding yourself lonely in the cities you were drawn to.
You recalled seeing Anton and Wonbin drawn to this assignment too, but you hadn't had the chance to see them in their practice or otherwise.
"I'm gonna talk to a few reporters cause I can see my coach giving me some death stares to do them right now, but wait for me and we can get dinner? Or are you seeing the boys?"
"Toni and Bin have practice just after this and the others are watching, so we can get dinner just us and then we're hanging out in Anton's hotel suite after if you wanna join," Shotaro explained, "But yeah, go!"
You gave them both smiles and turned around to make a beeline for the press area, trying to ignore the booming feeling in your heart seeing the tall brunette for the first time in months.
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WORLDS, MARCH 2023
"Last to skate, Y/N Y/L/N."
You set off into a lap around the rink before settling in your starting position. You were well poised to walk away with the gold medal this competition, after ending up second in the short program and the competitor above you falling out of her combination in her free skate just before you. It wasn't that you prayed for the downfall of others, it was just that you had to take advantage of all you could.
Still, you were incredibly nervous. Your warm up and public training yesterday hadn't gone so smoothly considering you under-rotated your triple axel and landed your other quads shakily. You didn't know what was wrong with you- you were rounding off the best season of your career so far and this was just one last programme before you could have time to relax for a bit.
Lina gave you an encouraging thumbs up from the side and mouthed a good luck. You gave her a nod and waited for the music to start.
You had polished this routine to perfection, having performed it for two seasons already, so you were able to hit every piece of choreography perfectly as you led up to your first jump.
It was weird, the minute you began the lead up to the axel, this unfamiliar feeling began to nestle itself into your stomach and your mind and you didn't even have a split second to shake it away before you shot up in the air.
Then something snapped.
It felt like time had stopped and you were frozen mid spin in the air. The world had gone quiet and you could suddenly see the faces of everyone contort into worried gasps in slow motion. You didn't know how many times you spun in the air. It should have been 3 and half, but maybe it was 5 and maybe it was 2. It seemed like the laws of physics were non-existent as time suddenly snapped back into motion and you were on the floor the next moment.
You had no idea what was happening. Your mind had completely fogged up as you pulled yourself up. In the replays of this moment, you'd later see your coach in the background motioning for you to stop your skate and retreat, but you had bit your lip to stop the tears and continued your skate.
It was as if you blacked out for the rest of your free skate. All you remember was spinning around and around and trying your hardest to get back on track, but that was incredibly difficult when you had popped out of your quad lutz and fell again on your triple-triple. The audience was stunned, watching in silence and shock as the most likely contender of the competition was skating the worst in her entire career. Even in your junior years, you had never placed lower than 5th and you had certainly never popped out of your jumps before. You could probably count on one hand how many times you had fallen in competition, and this skate was obliterating that statistic.
You received your score in the kiss and cry stoic and unmoving. As soon as the cameras switched, you bolted to the halls of the arena while your coach shouted behind you. It took less than a minute for you to lose her as you navigated the maze of the 'backstage'. You were running on your skates (protected, of course) and you were running on some kind of adrenaline that was currently preventing you from breaking down. It would run out soon enough.
You had finally run into a corridor where the lights weren't activated until you stepped into them, so you had felt safe enough to hide in one of the rooms in the hopes they were empty.
The one you had barged into was a small dressing room, but evidently it was occupied by some people judging by the skate guards on the coffee table and the Team Korea jackets thrown on the couches. You didn't care as long as it was empty.
The silence dawned on you after the ringing that had been plaguing your ears since you came off the ice. It was then that all your emotions erupted and you fell to the floor in body-shaking sobs.
You had no idea what had happened at all. Nothing in the world could explain it and you had never felt like this skating ever again. In fact, skating always made you happy- it was the one thing in life that felt like it was for you. You never belonged anywhere else doing anything else. Skating was it.
So why did that happen?
You had heard of a phenomenon in gymnastics- the twisties. It was the sensation of losing yourself in the air, with your mind and body disconnecting in the middle of an element. It was one of the scariest things that could happen to a gymnast, and maybe that was what you had experienced.
Your tears were falling like a rainstorm on your sequinned dress and you felt the creeping of a throbbing and thunderous headache as you cried into the couch.
That was probably why you couldn't hear the door opening and a tall, young figure skater strolling in with a hum before he stopped in his tracks, noticing you on the floor, "Uh-"
Your eyes snapped to the leaning figure and you couldn't even make out who it was through the tears.
"Y/N?"
That was a voice you knew anywhere.
"Sungchan."
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SKATE AMERICA, OCTOBER 2023
"Where's your next assignment again?" Shotaro mumbled out through his mouth full of noodles. The three of you were in a hole-in-the-wall ramen restaurant downtown in the city, somewhere that one of your club-mates had recommended.
You grimaced, urging him to finish his bite first before speaking, "France. So soon."
"That's my first event," Sungchan hummed, sitting diagonally across from you.
Sungchan was one of the quieter ones around you. Of course, that possibly didn't reflect his usual personality around his friends while you were absent, but you'd noticed that in a large group, he tended to flitter on the outskirts and just listen.
"I'm off to Canada in a few days and then to Japan," Shotaro added, "I keep telling the federation to invite some lower ranked skaters to give them Grand Prix experience, but they keep including me in their domestic picks."
"Oh what a shame! You're popular in Japan!" you rolled your eyes playfully and chuckled at him, Sungchan joining along with you.
"Yeah, whatever. I want to experience other assignments. You know i've never been seeded to France?" Shotaro grumbled, "But yeah, I guess a home crowd is always the best crowd."
"The only time I experience a home crowd like that is for nationals, where all my competitors are also the same nationality. Then no one has a home crowd advantage," you mused, "I hope I make it to the final though- I haven't been to Italy in a long time!"
"I believe in you," Sungchan cheered timidly. You returned his musings with a gummy grin.
"Thanks, Sung. After Worlds I stopped believing that phrase, to be honest, but I think I'm getting better at internalising it."
"Ah yeah," Shotaro hissed, "A lot of the guys haven't seen you since. I don't know how much you want to talk about it; do you want me to tell them not to ask?"
"Thanks for being considerate, Taro," you said, "But I think i'm okay to talk about it if they ask. I think I'm coming out the other side of that dark tunnel now. And my therapist says talking about it is the best way to get over it. I guess she's paid to talk about it with me so maybe she just says that so our appointments aren't filled with silence."
Your best friend gave you an understanding nod and continued digging into his bowl of ramen. A comfortable silence fell between the three of you as you finally stopped chattering and were able to divulge into your food. You made small talk about the bowl in front of you- how good the broth was, how chewy the noodles were and how tender the meat was.
After the bill was split three ways, you huddled into the back of a taxi that was taking you to the hotel that most skaters had booked for the competition. You were squished in the middle, thanks to your shorter stature compared to Sungchan and Shotaro, but in an effort to not make Sungchan uncomfortable, you tried to scoot closer to Shotaro. It was pretty much a futile attempt considering the way Sungchan's broad shoulders sprawled over his seat and yours.
Still, you sneaked some glances over to the quiet Korean, who was peering out of the window and watching the busy streets of downtown Texas. His side profile was one you admired, with his enviable nose bridge and plump lips that were pulled into a somewhat pout as his eyes followed the people and the lights outside.
"Hm?" Shotaro poked you with a whisper, "You okay?" You didn't even know that you had dissociated and were staring expressionlessly out through the windshield.
With this, Sungchan snapped his head to you, eyebrows pulled in concern as you dismissed them with a wave, "Yeah i'm fine guys. Just thinking about stuff."
"Well don't plague that pretty head of yours. We're here tonight to help you take your mind off things," Shotaro was well aware that you still had some anxiety about skating and competing, and he mainly dragged Sungchan along to Texas just to help you through your first competition since your disastrous World's run.
Sungchan hummed along, agreeing with Shotaro and soon enough, the taxi was pulling up in front of your hotel. You rolled your eyes when Shotaro pressed on the penthouse button in the elevator; Anton often booked the most expensive suite at his competition hotels, claiming his environment had to be perfect or else it would affect his performance. Whatever, all the more space for all of you to hang out.
Sungchan produced a keycard from his pocket and you could already hear some commotion from the other side of the door. As soon as you heard the beep and the click of the lock opening, you felt a stampede of footsteps running towards the door.
"Noona!" Anton beat everyone to wrapping his arms around you, "Haven't seen you in forever."
"Yeah, I know. I've been a recluse these past few months. I missed you guys though," you giggled into his neck.
"Congratulations on the short," Eunseok hummed as he hugged you.
You received the same sentiments from the rest of the boys before you were being dragged over to the plush L-shaped sofa that they had begun to make their home at, judging from the blankets and jackets and snacks.
"Are you guys excited for tomorrow?" you asked Anton and Wonbin, recalling that the men's short program commenced in the afternoon.
"Excited, nervous; it's all the same emotions," Wonbin shrugged, "I kind of hurt my knee in practice today so hopefully it's okay tomorrow."
You winced at the prospect of an injury. It was so difficult to gauge how much certain bumps and grazes could actually affect you until you're on the ice and giving your all.
"Don't hurt yourself, okay?" Seunghan nudged his friend as he nuzzled into the corner with his blanket.
"Yeah, trust me, you don't want to make it worse," Sohee groaned. He had been dealing with a knee injury for a better part of 6 months and he was praying it would miraculously heal itself before his first assignment in one month.
You plopped down in the middle of the couch and to your surprise, Sungchan took his seat next to you. You tried not to make a big deal out of it, meeting his eyes for a brief second before turning your attention to Eunseok and Shotaro rock-paper-scissoring over who was choosing the movie. Shotaro won and the rest of you groaned, knowing that he was about to subject you to Studio Ghibli film again. For as long as you knew the boys, which was a long time, but you hardly saw them, you had cycled through the whole roster maybe 3 times over.
"How about we don't watch a movie and just chat shit instead?" Seunghan murmured sleepily from his position, "Like to start with, how's everyone's love life going? Any updates?"
You threw a pillow at him, knowing the question was directed at you. The 7 boys were attached to the hip in Korea, all training at the same rink (how the coaches managed that, you don't quite know) for the majority of the off-season. They knew everything about each other.
"Yeah, Y/N, how's your love life?" Sohee teased with a shit-eating grin.
"Non-existent, as always," you rolled your eyes, "I literally don't interact with any guys outside of the 7 of you in this room and that's even a stretch. The only man in my life is my cat at home."
"Why don't you date one of us then?"
Sungchan erupted into a coughing fit and you all looked at him strangely before deciding to address Wonbin's crazy suggestion.
"Sorry, swallowed my spit wrong," Sungchan avoided your eyes and chugged the water bottle he had snatched from the coffee table. He was thankful that everyone moved on from him.
"Wonbin, what the fuck?" you turned back to the long-haired skater, "Are you in love with me or something?"
"Psh, you wish," he dismissed, "But i'm just saying it makes sense. We've been friends for years, you trust us, you can't be bothered to go look for a man and i'm sure the thought of dating even just one of us won't kill you."
"Shut up, Bin. Did you hit your head or something cause that's some crazy allegations there," you defended, "You can't skate with a concussion, you know that right?"
"I'm legit fine," he rolled his eyes and began annoying Eunseok who was sat cross-legged next to him.
Your relationship with these boys was somewhat complicated, you would say. They were your closest friends in the skating world, but you also barely saw them and befriended each one on different levels.
You knew Shotaro better than everyone and you considered him a brother to you, meanwhile Sohee and Anton felt like your children since they adored you so much. Seunghan and Wonbin were your drinking buddies in whatever corner of the world you could find them in and you found yourself museum-hopping with Eunseok more often than not.
And then Sungchan. Ah, Sungchan.
Sungchan was just a consistent and quiet presence in your life. You didn't know much about him but he always appeared in the most random times. You weren't sure if Sungchan just treated you nicely because he felt obligated to because of your friendship with the others, or if his considerate but small gestures were out of his own friendly affection for you. There were phases that you convinced yourself that Sungchan disliked you and merely tolerated you for the sake of the others, but he would always prove you wrong otherwise in ways that you like to cast out of your memories.
Sungchan remained pretty quiet for the rest of the night, only chirping in when he felt like he could add something to the conversation, but the warmth radiating from his body next to yours gave you constant comfort. You would say the two of you were friends, but it was hard to quantify and label what you and Sungchan were exactly.
Eventually, Anton and Wonbin began dropping hints that they were tired and needed to rest up for their skate tomorrow, so you began to usher the boys into their rooms. The two competitors were sharing the three-bedroom penthouse, but with the surprise from the boys, they were having to squeeze 7 to the suite. Of course, Anton and Wonbin needed their beauty sleep, so the rest of them were cramming themselves into the 2 king beds in the third bedroom.
The two skaters bid their goodbyes first and you gave them good luck hugs, promising to watch the event tomorrow if you were able. This left the other boys and you standing around the coffee table looking at each other with no purpose.
"Uh, Shotaro and I are going to the gym," Wonbin began.
Sungchan perked up at this, "Oh! Let me co-"
"No!" Shotaro cried out suddenly, "You're not invited! Sorry! C'mon Bin let's go get changed," he dragged the smiling boy towards the spare room in the suite.
You looked around in confusion, noticing Eunseok, Sohee and Sunghan looking mischievous, "We're going to get chicken," Sohee declared, "I know you don't eat fried chicken so close to competition, right Channie? So why don't you walk our dear Y/N to her room? It's dangerous out there, you know?"
Their intention must have flown over your head as you furrowed your eyebrows together and shook your head, "It's okay Sungchan, I can go by myself! It's only a few floors down and you should rest. Must have been a long flight."
He mirrored your action as he reluctantly tugged on your arm, "It's okay; I'll walk you. I wanna get something from the vending machine anyway."
You gave him an unsure look, but relented when he returned a confident smile. You said good night to the boys who were slipping on their jackets and followed Sungchan out of the suite.
"I'm sorry they made you do that and they all just left you," you scurried after him. His long legs were definitely no match for you, "I don't want you to feel uncomfortable or anything so you can just go down to the machine!"
"Hey," he interrupted your ramblings as the two of you entered the elevator, "Don't worry. We're friends, right? And I would hate if something happened to you on the way down. You have a pretty crazy fanbase, you know?"
You grimaced, thinking back to the time that a couple of fans had stalked you around Toronto when you had competed there once. Sungchan was right, in fairness- you never know what information people have access to.
"Thanks, Channie," you reluctantly called him by his affectionate nickname that the others loved to coo at him, "I also think they decided that you're the most eligible bachelor for me, considering they all dipped and left you behind."
"Ah, they're crazy," he rolled his eyes, "Ignore them, please!"
The two of you had reached your floor and you were glad that your room was close to the elevator. You took out your keycard from your jacket pocket and opened the door. You hadn't had time to unpack before going to training the day before, so all that was in your room was your free skate dress hanging in the exposed wardrobe to let the wrinkles drop out, and your closed suitcases in the corner of the room.
"Well, uh," Sungchan scratched the back of his neck, "Goodnight, Y/N."
"Sungchan?"
He looked up at you with glimmering doe eyes.
"Yeah?"
"Do you want to come in?" you moved aside to give him the choice to.
He chuckled in amusement, "Yeah, I do."
He stepped foot into the room and kicked off his shoes while you peeled off your jacket. As soon as the lock clicked shut behind him, Sungchan snaked his toned arms around your waist and attached his lips to yours.
Okay, confession time.
Your relationship with Sungchan was incredibly, incredulously complicated.
It all started 3 and a half years ago when your high school boyfriend broke up with you over the phone between your short and free skate in Canada. Sungchan had been the only other one of the group who was competing at the same assignment and although the two of you weren't close, the boys sent him to your hotel room with chocolate, tissues and a picture of him to rip up or stab with a pen.
You had embarrassingly cried your eyes out all over his training shirt and then pathetically asked him to distract you from the heartbreak by making out with you. You couldn't say that 18-year-old you was very smart or emotionally available. Well, to be honest, you still weren't particularly any better.
Anyway, the next day, the two of you decided to never talk about it ever again, swearing to never tell the boys anything and decided to continue with your semi-awkward acquaintanceship.
That was until the two of you stumbled into each other months and months later at a fellow skater's birthday party halfway across the world and ended up making out again in a coat closet for a good amount of time.
And then it carried on like that- finding places to make out around the globe, swearing not to say anything to anyone and then not talking about it ever again.
"We should really stop this, you know," you panted against his lips.
"You say that every time," Sungchan muttered, slotting his tongue between your lips and snaking his smooth hands to your throat, "But totally, yeah. We should stop this."
"Okay, this can be our last," you decided, as he led you over to your bed and pushed you gently down.
To be honest, you would say that you didn't know much about Sungchan despite making out with him 2 or 3 times a year because it was a correct statement. The two of you never really did anything else other than blow off some steam by making out. You never shared meals together or cuddled in bed indulging in pillow talk. It was always a transactional thing. It was weird in your head- all that the two of you did, but Sungchan was too good of a kisser for you to care about all the details of it.
"Better make it worthwhile, huh?" he peppered kisses down your neck until he reached the spot that had you putty in his hands. Sungchan knew better than to leave marks that your friends would definitely not let go of, so he just bit and sucked for a short time before connecting his lips back to yours. Your shirt had creeped up your torso, exposing a sliver of smooth skin that Sungchan attached his large hands to while he laid waste to all your emotions by kissing the breath out of you.
You didn't know how long had passed until Sungchan pulled away with blown out pupils and a pant. A small smile tugged onto the corner of his lips, which you couldn't help but poke, "What's with you?"
He giggled, "Nothing, nothing. You're beautiful, you know?"
A blush rose up to your cheeks and you broke your eye contact with him. It was weird- Sungchan seemed so confident when he was alone with you, but the moment he stepped out of the confines of your little situationship, he returned to being quiet and mysterious. You wished that you could get to know who the real Sungchan was.
"Shut up," you dismissed, cupping his chin and bringing his face down to yours. Sungchan stopped himself until your noses touched and he nudged his against yours sweetly before kissing you once again.
Kissing Sungchan felt like the world stopped spinning and it was only the two of you. All your worries disappeared and every stress left your body when Jung Sungchan's was on yours. He had this amazing power of making the world tilt on its axis the minute his lips touched yours and frankly, you were addicted to the feeling of him.
Your heart was completely and hopelessly beating out of your chest with the way his lips melded perfectly between yours and it was times like this, alone in a hotel room in a city you'll only ever see the ice rink of, that you forgot what your relationship with Jung Sungchan was.
"You should go," you murmured, halting his actions, "I have training early tomorrow."
"Yeah," he untangled his limbs from you and gave you a limp smile, "It's good seeing you again, Y/N. We haven't spoken in a while."
You internally cringe, thinking back to all those nights you sometimes contemplate texting him, only to realise you really don't text or speak at all outside of the groupchat. You think the last time you spoke was when you greeted him a happy birthday over text, and even that was a very fleeting exchange.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Channie," you felt the emptiness rise up again in your stomach as you walked him to the door. You were back to acting like nothing had ever happened between the two of you and as if walking you to your room was the only thing he did, "Thanks."
He bid you a soft goodnight and disappeared around the corner. Your hands rose up to your swollen lips and you sighed.
What were you actually doing?
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JUNIOR GRAND PRIX FINAL, DECEMBER 2017
"Urgh," you kicked the vending machine in anger as it withheld your drink in its clutches. It was a futile attempt as it sat on the edge of the shelf, taunting you. You gave it a few more hopeless kicks and groaned in frustration.
First, your triple salchow in your program was a total mess and definitely under-rotated, and now the vending machine wouldn't even disperse the drink that you paid the last of your Japanese coins for.
"Do you want some help?" a soft voice called out to you. You turned around and came face to face with who you presumed to be a skater judging from the pass hanging around his neck. He looked kind of familiar, you thought, but you couldn't put your finger on it.
You tried to give your politest, "Sure," but he could probably tell you were annoyed.
He enveloped the vending machine between his two sprawling arms and gave it an abrupt shake. You sighed in relief as you finally saw the melon milk can tip over and fall into the hole.
"Ah, thank you," you crouched down to take the drink, "I'd buy you a drink for that but I just used the last of my money."
He gave you a dashing smile, finally meeting your eyes.
Ah, wow.
He was certainly an attractive boy, with light brown fluffy hair and eyes so big that it made you swoon. This guy was almost two heads taller than you, but he was still built from the soft definition of muscles you could see from his short-sleeve top.
"It's okay," he assured you, flashing you the coins in his palm, "I was gonna buy myself a drink. I'm Sungchan, by the way. I'm a skater from Korea and I'm competing tomorrow."
It clicked in your head suddenly, "Jung Sungchan? Shotaro's friend? I'm Y/N!"
He smiled sheepishly, "I know who you are, of course," he motioned to your ensemble consisting of your competition dress, "You literally just came off the ice, you know that? Plus, Taro talks about you all the time."
You looked down at your costume and your feet that were still in your covered skates, "Oh, yeah. It wasn't my best out there. Anyway, sorry for not recognising you- Shotaro also talks about you guys a lot but he never shows me pictures. It's my fault though- I know I've probably been at numerous assignments with you guys since I've known Sho."
Sungchan popped open his can of strawberry milk, "You're quite harsh on yourself, you know that? Shotaro always says that about you. It was an amazing skate and you swept your competitors. Even if you made a small mistake, it doesn't take away from the rest of your incredible elements. You should always be proud, because those who watch you always are."
You tilted your head at him, a near-stranger offering you some comforting words, "Ah, I've never thought about it like that. I guess I'm harsh on myself because I want to do this for as long as possible. My dream is to win an Olympic gold."
"You're probably the closest out of all of us. Your skate in Norway was out of this world!" he chided. It was true- you already had a Winter Youth Olympics medal, but that was never really a predictor for the real thing- wait, he was at Norway Youth Olympics. Maybe that's why he looks so familiar to you?
You fought the smile arising, "Well, skating's an unpredictable sport; you never know what can happen. You just have to hope for the best," Sungchan opened his mouth to reply, but you could see your coach appearing around the corner, "Ah! I have to go- my coach is coming! It was nice meeting you, Jung Sungchan. I'll definitely see you around and good luck for tomorrow!"
"You too, Y/N," Sungchan watched as you bounded over to your coach, happy to see that you were in a better mood than when he first encountered you. That feeling did something funny to his stomach.
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GRAND PRIX DE FRANCE, NOVEMBER 2023
You're on top of the world, and then suddenly you're not. That's the feeling you get when your blade collides with the ice so abruptly, shooting the pain all through your body as you fall on your triple axel again.
You think that you don't even breathe for the rest of the free skate, just running on pure adrenaline pumping through your muscles to get you out of this situation. Fight or flight was really taking over, but you knew that you could never step foot on the ice again if you decide to leave halfway through.
Your coach fussed over you as soon as you stumble out, shell shocked and delirious, but not yet crying.
"Y/N?" she snapped her fingers in front of your face, "Are you okay? Go to the medical team and get that checked out now," she ordered you.
They're satisfied that you didn't sustain any injuries with that fall; you think your mind took the worst of it. You're hunched over on the examination room bed, blanket around your shoulder and shivering.
All you need right now is someone to hold your hand and tell you everything's okay.
"Sungchan?" you whispered into the phone when the call finally connects.
"Y/N! What happened? Where are you?" he sounds breathless, as if he's been running around.
"I'm in the medical room," you looked around the empty room, thankful they gave you the privacy you needed to process, "Can you find me?"
"I'm coming, don't worry," he assured you, "For now, just breathe okay? Just make sure you're breathing. In and out, okay love?"
Love.
Sungchan doesn't bat an eye on this or even try to correct himself. It's something that slips out so naturally to him and that gets your mind going at another 100 miles per hour. Well, at least you weren't thinking about your skate.
It took Sungchan a few more minutes to find the medical room, having asked two staff members along the way. The whole time, he stays on the phone, making sure you're still okay.
He knocked twice and entered the room, finding you in the corner, just staring at his contact information on your phone. Sungchan pressed the hang up button and sighs in relief as he finds you.
Reluctantly, he approached the stiff bed and wrapped his arms around you. The second he does, you melt into his embrace and he's more confident to squeeze you tighter.
Your body begins to shake with sobs and Sungchan feels his shirt become damp, so he places his hand on your head and gave reassuring pats.
"Ah, let it out, Y/N. I know how hard that must have been for you," Sungchan whispered, hoping and praying he was saying the right things.
Falling was nothing new to Sungchan. He fell every day, even. But the immediate feeling you get after it never gets any better. You just have to get better at dealing with the aftermath. He knows you've fallen countless of times before, but after a nearly-traumatic competition all those months ago, he understands why nearly 8 years into your career, you're starting to deal with these new anxieties.
"You're okay, Y/N, you're safe," your sobs let up after a while, but he can still tell that you're still crying, "This is nothing. You're still in the Grand Prix Final and you're still the most amazing skater in the whole world."
You pull away and gave a half-hearted smile through the tears, "Just cause I'm having a breakdown doesn't mean you need to lie to me."
Sungchan is in awe at how beautiful you still look despite the tears rapidly falling. He tucks the hair in your face out of the way and tried to wipe some of the tears, "I'm not a liar. You're my favourite skater and you always have been, ever since juniors."
"Have a crush, do you?" you teased, sniffling and trying to finish up the release of emotions.
"And how bad would it be if I did?"
You tried to ignore him, you really did. You tried to ignore the way his words sent impulses straight to your heart and brain and made you dizzy.
Look, you weren't stupid. You were nearly friends with benefits with this guy and you knew how that usually ended- lovers or enemies. You had been suppressing any emotion all this time to postpone finding out which one you and Sungchan were gonna end up as.
"Y/N?" he called, pulling you out of the trance.
"Hm?"
"Come to Paris with me for a couple of days," Sungchan hums, taking your fingers and playing with them, "I'll help you take your mind off it all."
"Just you and me?"
You think about Eunseok and Seunghan, and how they had expressed their desire to come to Paris after the competition.
"Just you and me," he stated, "Let's just- keep it between us. A healing trip."
"What are you healing from?"
He brings his face close and nudged his nose against yours, "Seeing you cry breaks my heart every time, but I'm glad you come to me."
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Sungchan holds your hand the whole 3 hour drive to Paris the next day. While you were feeling better, and watching him skate to a gold also made you happy, you were still fighting your inner thoughts. You look over to your companion, his head resting on his shoulder with his pink lips slightly open as he let out deep breaths. He looked so pretty sleeping, you thought to yourself.
You felt like you were in a romantic film, to be honest. Outside the windows were the sprawling countryside of France between Angers and Paris, and his hand was intertwined with yours and you were sharing an earbud each from his wired headphones connecting to his phone.
You wish you could fall into a slumber like he had, so you wouldn't have to be faced with these thoughts about the two of you. Since your arrangement with Sungchan started, you refused to think about the possibility of anything more between the two of you, convincing yourself that friends was the only title you were destined to bear. When you think about it, you're actually in a much dire situation than you wish to be in. You know you'll have to confront these feelings soon enough the more that Jung Sungchan entwines his life with yours.
Then again, Jung Sungchan has always been in your life.
The minute after you met him at the Junior Grand Prix final when you were 16, you suddenly began to notice him all over the world. He was at nearly every grand prix assignment, every challenger series you participated in and every corner of the world. He was always just there and you never really realised that until recently.
It started off as shy smiles between the two of you and 'good luck's' in passing, and then happy waves and asking each other how you were. When you finally turned 18 and had more freedom at the competitions, you were able to explore town with the boys, Sungchan always in tow since the world loved to put the two of you together.
You didn't know everything about Sungchan but he had already seen you at your worst and at your best. That has to mean something, right?
"We're almost at Mr. Jung's requested destination," your driver cleared his throat, breaking you out of your spell.
You thank him quietly and face the task of waking up what you believe to be the most beautiful sleeping boy in the world.
You reached up to his eyes, pushing the hair out of the way and you cup his warm face with your cold hands. His eyelashes began to flutter, until he woke up at your touch.
"We're almost here," you told him.
He squeezes his eyes shut adorably as he stretches out his body, never breaking his hold on you, "Ah, I fell asleep? Sorry, I didn't mean to!"
"It's okay," you shrugged, "You must be pretty tired considering you had the whole competition and you were last to skate at the gala. You did so well yesterday."
You thought back to how you also met up for drinks with the other boys that night and didn't get into your hotel until 2 in the morning.
"I wanted to spend some time with you, though," he pouted and your head spins at the thought of wanting to kiss the pout off his face.
"We have a few days," you reminded him, "Speaking of, where are we going?"
Sungchan pulls his lips into a sheepish grin, "You might hate it but give me a chance, okay?"
He's right in saying that you absolutely hate the thought of it the second you stepped foot in the building. You pleaded him to do literally anything else in the world as he paid for the tickets and led you past the barriers. You're slow in putting on the equipment and grumbling as you meet him by the gate.
The ice rink is busy, bustling with teenagers, families, couples and everyone alike.
"Give me a chance," Sungchan echoed as he extended his large hands towards you. You nearly laugh at this gesture, considering the two of you were definitely the most experienced skaters on the rink and the possibility of falling was nearly 0, but then you look up at the other couples and groups on the rink, all holding hands as they tried to keep themselves upright.
"We've just spent the last week going around and around the ice until we were going crazy," you began as the two of you set off on a leisurely lap, "And your very best idea for our so called 'healing' trip was to do the same thing?"
He looked at you pleadingly, "Look, I know I can't change the way that skating makes you feel instantly in one day. But I want to get to know you a bit more- find out why you love skating in the first place and hope that I can help you in your journey in falling back in love with skating."
You're struck silent by his explanation, mouth agape. Sungchan smiled softly, tugging on your hand and doing some more intricate steps as you followed. Looking around, there were people of all abilities- adults stumbling and adults gliding, teenagers falling and teenagers spinning, and little children across the whole spectrum of abilities. You awed at the little girl who fell, but got back up immediately, cheeks flushed but expression determined.
There was some couples that you could make out- one partner would be hobbling, holding onto the railing, and then every so often, their more gifted partner would catch up to them in their lap and make conversation, usually grinning and laughing together despite the disparity in ability. You could see the couples holding hands, reassuring each other that they were supported and they weren't gonna let the other fall.
"I was already 9 when my parents first put me on the ice. I fell so many times that my legs were bruised and bleeding up and down both sides and they had to stop me from skating because I was tracking blood and it was a biohazard," Sungchan began, "I hated skating so much at the beginning because I was so bad and I hated being bad at things. I begged and begged my parents to put me into lessons and I was determined to be the best. I hit a stump when I was 13 and puberty hit. I hated how all the easy jumps I could land were suddenly the most difficult thing in the world and it took me a while to find my balance again since I grew so tall in a short period. The time that I hated skating made me realise all the more how much I loved it because it was just showing how much I was willing to give to the sport. That's it, that's my story."
"That's your whole story?" you let go of his hand and skate around him, holding eye contact.
He shrugged nonchalantly, "That's all there is to me. Once I started skating, nothing else mattered. All I do is hang out with you and the boys, and get on the ice at every other time. What's your story, Y/N?"
The two of you skate around an adorable child clutching onto a penguin aid and join again at your hands as you reminisced, "My older cousin loved to skate, so when she would babysit me, she would take me to the rink. At first, my parents hated the idea of that since they didn't want me to get hurt, but I took to skating immediately. It became my life too. School was hard- I was always leaving school early or coming late because of practice and I would be missing days at a time for competitions. I never made many friends at school because of that, so skating was my only friend. I loved everything, but I guess I'm hitting my stump now."
Sungchan hummed and nodded along, "Do you know why?"
"I know it's all in my head," you affirmed, "Me and my therapist agree. I know I can do these jumps and I know that I still do love this sport deep down. I think all the pressure is mounting onto me- you know, continually being the best? But it's all I have and it's driving me crazy. It's the only thing I can take pride in and I think I need something new alongside skating."
"Like what?"
"You're definitely helping," you admitted, looking down, "Not just you. Spending time with you guys is giving me a bit more purpose in life- striving to form better friendships. But you've helped me a lot."
Sungchan grins down at you, surprising you by planting a kiss at the top of your head. He had never been affectionate in public, considering the two of you were keeping a secret from the world,
but in this small rink in the outskirts of Paris, he felt like he could shout to the world how he felt about you.
"I don't want you to dread competitions or tear yourself up over your falls. I know there's nothing I can personally say or do to help you, but I just wanna be here for you," Sungchan's words are nearly a confession, but you push that aside as you come to a halt by a little girl falling in the middle of the rink.
"Hey," you coo in your best French, "Are you okay?"
The little girl grabbed your hand with her little fingers and you swooned at how tiny she was. Her eyes are brimming with tears as she tries to find her feet again, so Sungchan grabs her other hand and helps her to stabilise.
He looks over at you, fondness in his eyes as you try to set off the little girl into a slow routine. She's giggling when she is finally able to skate on her own and she thanks you in a cute little voice when she does.
"What's the likelihood that she's gonna be a figure skater when she's older?" you lean against Sungchan's frame, watching her shoot off into the bend.
"Hm, pretty high. You just showed her that if someone's there to pick you up after you fall, it's all gonna be okay."
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GRAND PRIX FINAL, DECEMBER 2023
"Song Eunseok," you greeted your friend with a tight hug, and turned to the other, "Park Wonbin! Haven't seen you in a couple of months."
Wonbin affectionately nuzzled his head into your neck, "Did you miss us?"
"I don't know if miss is the right word. Maybe, noticed your absence is better," you teased back, "Isn't this exciting?"
The three of you took your seats right in the front row of the area you had reserved, you in the middle as you watched your best friends warm up on the ice. The other 5 were all participating in the grand prix final, having had the best results in their assignments of the season and were about to compete in the free skate to determine the medalists. Yours had just finished in the slot before, but you were still awaiting the awarding ceremony, hence you still in your costume.
"I would like to be on there with them," Eunseok grumbled, waving hello to a passing Shotaro, "But getting to watch with you isn't so bad."
"There's more seasons to come," you nudged his elbow, "Everyone's on top form this season."
"Especially you, our newly crowned Grand Prix Final gold medalist," Wonbin excitedly clapped, "Three in a row, how does it feel?"
"Like the pressure is still crushing me," you dismissed, "But thank you, Bin. I'm happy."
You steer the conversation along in a different direction, talking about the boys' program and what you were looking forward to see. Anton had a mean quad combination, meanwhile Shotaro's dance elements and step sequences always blew everyone else out of the park. Although you had watched these routines time after time each season, you never got tired of how talented your best friends were.
"Ah right, you went to Paris right? After your assignment there?" Wonbin asked you suddenly.
Your face flushed beet red immediately, "Oh, how do you know?"
"You posted a picture of the Eiffel Tower on your Instagram," Eunseok butted in, "Who'd you go with?"
"Ah, no one you know. Just stopped by on the way to the airport," you lied through your teeth and you hated that you had to do that, but it was your decision anyway.
Sungchan was nearing your side of the stands, and he slowed down significantly as he sent the three of you a wave. You hadn't seen him yet since the end of your free skate that crowned you gold medalist, since he had to prepare to be on the ice immediately afterwards.
"Something's up with Sungchan these days," Wonbin began, eyes trained on the tall figure skating away.
"What makes you say that?"
"I'm not sure," he replied, "But he's like, uh, happier these days? But also more secretive? He's always on his phone and smiling at it and he always sighs when we mention setting him up on a date. Do you think he has a girlfriend he's keeping from us?"
Eunseok nodded along, "I've been noticing that too, actually. What do you think Y/N?"
Your ears flushed red and you prayed they wouldn't notice as you kept your eyes on the boys warming up, "Why are you asking me? You guys spend the most time with him. Plus, why don't you just ask him yourself or wait for him to tell you?"
In all honesty, you were burning with guilt about keeping such a huge secret from the boys, but you and Sungchan were suddenly treading into new territory that you wanted to navigate together first before anything else.
"When we ask him he just changes the topic," Wonbin answered, "To be honest, I thought he had a crush on you. We all did."
"Me?" you exclaimed, looking between the two of them nodding.
"He always talks about you and we thought that was so weird considering you two didn't even seem that close. Channie always asks Taro how you are and we're like: 'why don't you text her yourself?' and then he gets all shy and flustered," Eunseok rambled, "But I guess not."
"Yeah," you trailed off the word, decidedly ending the conversation as the boys evacuated the rink for the first skate.
The thought of Sungchan asking the boys about you made you feel some way- happy, maybe? It was so adorable that he thought of you and that texting you made him shy. You weren't stupid- Sungchan made his intentions clear towards you, but the two of you drew a line and stayed behind it, so you weren't sure what to think. These days, it seemed like Sungchan was destroying that line inch by inch.
Anton was first to skate, so the three of you focused your attention to him instead. A grand prix final with 5 of your best friends was definitely conflicting, but the boys all agreed to never get angry or too competitive with each other and just cheer for each other. Whoever won, won and that was that.
You were glad that all the boys were making it through their programs cleanly and the scores were all in such close proximity to each other that it was actually unclear who might win. Sungchan was last to skate by luck of the draw and by the time it was his turn, you were nearly biting your nails off in anticipation.
While you try not to have favourites between the boys, considering them all to be equally talented in their own ways, Sungchan just had a way of skating that spoke to you. You determined this even before your arrangement.
For a skater his height, he was incredibly graceful with long limbs creating beautiful lines and silhouettes. Despite his abnormally broad shoulders, his jumps were well balanced and tight, and his athleticism made all of them look so easy. His choreographer and coach really used all of his features and abilities to create the most visually stunning and technically superb skate.
"Hyung's been on fire this season," Wonbin muttered beside you, in awe of his friend that was so magnificently treading the ice.
"He's incredible," you agreed softly.
Sungchan was incredibly passionate about figure skating. Of course, you all were since it was your careers and if you didn't love what you were doing, you would quickly burn out. He just had this fire in him that you hadn't seen reflected in other people in a very long time, and that's what you admired about him.
Pushing your own feelings for him aside, you watched him intently as he led up to the most difficult skill in his arsenal- the three of you in the stands all linked arms and muttered prayers and pleadings. It felt like you were on the ice instead- you couldn't breathe until it was over.
"1, 2," you counted under your breath as he took off into his quad lutz. It was almost as if you watched him jump in slow motion, counting every turn until he landed, switched sides of his blades with an euler, before taking off into his triple flip.
You were still holding your breath when Wonbin and Eunseok dragged you up as they jumped up to cheer and whoop at the clean landing and combination. Jung Sungchan was truly one of a kind.
"He's so good," Wonbin squealed as you sat back down to watch him finish off his program, "Crazy good."
You're completely captivated by him for the rest of his skate and it even takes your coach multiple tries to catch your attention to tell you to come down to prepare for the victory ceremony. You plead to wait until Sungchan finished his skate and she just clicks her tongue and gives you a knowing smile.
The rest of the event goes by in a whirlwind, accepting your medals and flowers and taking pictures with your fellow medallists. You speak to some media and change into your comfier clothes, relaxing in your self-prescribed dressing room, which was just an empty room with a table and a couple of chairs.
A knock at the door snapped you out of your trance thinking about your program, and you shouted for them to come in.
"My gold medalist," Sungchan grinned over at you from the door as you jumped up to greet him. He's holding a gorgeous arrangement of flowers in his arms, extending it to you once more, "A gift from us."
You took the flowers, admiring the colours and the smell, before placing it down with the other gifts and your medal, "You guys are always so sweet to me. Congratulations to you as well; that was one of the best programs i've seen in my life!"
"Thank you, Y/N. And Taro says you're our only ice princess so we should spoil you," Sungchan chuckled, slowly approaching you closer and closer, "Anyway, they asked me to come and get you so we can go and get dinner together."
"They asked or you volunteered?"
A smirk took over his face, "Now why would I want to get you alone?"
"Who knows?" you teased as his large hands cupped your cheeks and guided your face to his. All tiredness left your body as you melted into his kiss and you wished that time would stop so you could do this forever.
He captured your lips with his own soft and plump lips, nibbling and kissing so softly and delicately, as if he would break you. It was worlds away from the way you two would make out ferociously in dimly lit hotel rooms after competitions ended at night. It was intentional, sweet and utterly heart-clenching.
"My gorgeous champion," Sungchan murmured against your lips, connecting them again passionately as he snaked his arms around you.
"Channie, we talked about this," you whispered, "We're just getting to know each other still."
Sungchan playfully rolled his eyes and left a fleeting peck before he pulled away, "I know, I know. Let's go before the boys get suspicious?"
He offered out his hand after you picked up all your things and you laced your fingers together and walked out side by side.
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PARIS, NOVEMBER 2023
November in the city of love and enlightenment was certainly a chilly ordeal. You were wrapped up in infinite layers, face red and tucked behind a wooly scarf and hat. You would think that since your profession was being around literal ice all day that you would be acclimated to the cold, but Paris was tearing you a new one with its weather.
You and Sungchan were taking a stroll by the River Seine, people watching and basking in each other's quiet company. The thing with Sungchan was that you felt comfortable with him; you's been friends for 6 years anyway, but all this time, you had kept him at arms length in order to protect your heart. Sungchan was still somewhat of a mystery to you- all his thoughts and all his feelings unknown.
"I heard that at night in the summer, they have people play live music here and people will dance along all night," Sungchan sighed, watching the couples stroll by with arms and hands interlocked, bundling together tight to warm each other up.
"That really sounds amazing," you replied, trying to stop yourself imagining dancing with Sungchan by a twinkling river on a cool summer night, "I want to come to Paris again when it's warmer and fully explore it!"
"We should do a trip," Sungchan said and you don't even ask if he meant as a group or just the two of you.
"Y/N?" he called again.
"Hm?"
He stopped to lead you to an empty bench, sitting with a considerable gap away from you before he made the bold move to shuffle closer. Sungchan stared you in the eyes with a longing gaze, "How come you trust me so much? How come you let me stay through your vulnerable moments when I know you don't do that with the others?"
You paused to think momentarily about his question that you'd pondered yourself during sleepless nights many times, "You're always just there. Whenever I end up in a situation like that, you somehow always find me like you have some spider-sense that i'm breaking down. And your presence calms me; you don't even need to say anything," you talked through your thought process slowly, trying to make it make sense in your head as well, "I feel like you understand me well whereas others may feel like I'm self absorbed and selfish for freaking out over such minor mistakes. And I can just feel in my heart that I can trust you. Thank you for always being there for me, Sungchan. I hope I don't burden you with my own breakdowns."
Sungchan smiled shyly, taking your gloved hands between his, "I'm really thankful that you do trust me. Don't ever think that you burden me because I do want to be there for you. Me and the boys hate seeing you so upset, so whatever I can do to help you through is nothing for me; we're in such a demanding field that it's important to have a good support system."
"You guys have really made my career. I don't know how I could have lasted this long without all of you," you emphasised the 'all', hoping he would catch on to your allusion of how special he was to you.
"You know, Y/N," he began, voice suddenly shaking and nervous, "I've been meaning to get some time alone with you in the daytime to talk for a while now."
You chuckled anxiously, "Did you take me to Paris to break up with me? Break up as in end our arrangement?"
"I like you, Y/N," he deadpanned, dismissing your pessimistic comment. Your heart started beating fast instantly, "I really like you and I can't carry on what we have until I tell you. We can move forward however you want: we can end the arrangement or just carry on as we are, but I just wanted to tell you."
His words don't shock you much. You think Sungchan has been confessing in his own little gestures and actions for some time now, but he finally threw the ball in your court.
You looked down at your intertwined hands, smiling softly and exhaled a puff of white frost, "We were bound to fall for each other, right? I just don't want to to hurt you since I've been in a bad place this past few months. I'm slowly getting out of it, but I just don't want to drag you down with me."
"I just want to be by your side," Sungchan whispered gently, "I just want to be able to kiss you in front of the world and call you mine."
"In front of the world?" you teased, ignoring the way your heart was swooning at his sweet confession.
"I know it's selfish of me, but I don't want to hide you forever," Sungchan voiced out, "I want to text you how you are and not feel like I'm overstepping and I have so much more of myself I want to give you."
You finally met his eyes again, "Let's make a deal, Jung Sungchan. Let's get to know each other well and more intentionally over the rest of the season and try that out. When it ends, we can think about what's next."
"I like the sound of that," Sungchan grinned, "I can still kiss you though, right? I think I'd die without it. The months between Worlds and your first assignment was hell for me."
"You're so dramatic," you rolled your eyes playfully, nudging your shoulders against his.
"Y/N?"
"Yes, Sungchan?"
"Does that mean you like me back?"
You let out a laugh that Sungchan swears is the best thing he's heard in his life, and you pulled him by your entwined hands, telling him you want to go see the Eiffel Tower.
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SOUTH KOREA, APRIL 2024
Shotaro is smiling happily as he placed the orange juice pouch in front of you on the sand. You're sat on a blanket, knees tucked up to your chest as you watched the waves crash against the rocks peacefully. You think it's a good time to swim since the tide might be too strong later.
"Thank you," you coo at your best friend as he laid down beside you, flicking his sunglasses over his eyes.
You pierced the pouch with the straw and let out a happy sigh as the freezing cold juice invaded your taste buds. Late April in the south coast of Korea was thankfully warmer than the previous weeks you spent in Seoul with a new choreographer, piecing together your new program for the upcoming season.
The beach house behind you does very little to block out the sun, considering the sun is shining the opposite way and down to you, so you had made sure to lather up in sunscreen before relaxing on the beach. You had read half your book before Shotaro woke up from his short post-breakfast power nap and decided to join you on the sand.
"I think Anton and Sohee are still asleep cuddling," Shotaro laughed. You had tried to wake up the pair for breakfast, but they had both grumbled and sent you on your way back to the kitchen, nestling into their shared bed even more.
"They can be in charge of lunch then," you huffed, "When's everyone else coming? What time is it?"
"It's only 11:30," he told you, "I think the other 4 are all arriving together soon- maybe around now."
You, Shotaro, Anton and Sohee were able to make it first to the beach house that you all booked for a peaceful week and a half trip. You had already stayed the night, but the other boys had commitments that meant they could only come now. It was all fine, since you were there for a pretty long time anyway.
A comfortable silence fell between the two of you as Shotaro closed his eyes and took in the fresh sea breeze.
"How have you been since Worlds?" Shotaro broke the silence.
"Better, but I'd hate to find out if my happiness only stems from redeeming myself at this year's Worlds," you recounted. The last time you had seen the boys previous to the trip was the Worlds Championship the previous month, the same competition that caused a year-long spiral down into near insanity. Thankfully, you managed to escape scot-free and with a gold medal around your neck.
"How does it feel now stepping onto the ice? Does that dread still overcome you?" Shotaro asked softly.
After your worst skate on the world stage, it had taken you nearly a month to step back onto the ice since every time you attempted, you were instantly tossed back into that moment. It
took another month before you even tried attempting your signature triple axel again. At your first assignment, you had felt fear instead of excitement as you began.
"I don't think so," you said lowly, afraid that if you said it with anymore confidence, it would come back to haunt you, "I think i'm on the other side completely. I have you and the boys to thank for that."
Shotaro smiled proudly, grabbing your hand and squeezing it tight affectionately. You missed speaking like this to your best friend, just the two of you- on rooftops, beaches, cafés, ice rinks, diners- spilling your hearts and confiding in each other. You hated that you were still keeping such a big secret from him.
"Hyung? Noona?" you heard a soft voice call out behind you. You turned around to find Anton peeking only his head out of the double doors at the back of the house overlooking the beach, "The others are pulling up!" The two of you shot up, picking up your blanket, your book and your trash before skipping through the sand to reach the house.
You were nervous, quite honestly, but the good kind, which was new for you. You hadn't seen Sungchan since Worlds (though you've stayed much more connected than in the past when apart) and all you could think about was the agreement between the two of you to revise your arrangement once the season had ended. And it has.
However, the talk was still pending.
You joined Sohee and Anton watching from the wide open front door as the boys were getting their bags out of the car trunk and rolling it up the driveway.
"Vacation time!" Seunghan whooped, dancing into the house with his suitcase in tow and a plastic bag filled with clinking glass, "We're going to get fucked up this week!"
"Well hello to you too, Hannie," he approached you with open arms before you were pulled away into another hug.
"Hmph," you were taken by surprise as Wonbin crushed your frame.
"Haven't seen you in ages," he said sadly. He wasn't at Worlds since he had injured himself slightly at 4 Continents before that, so it had been a while.
"How are you?" you poked his arm, "How's the knee?"
"It'll be totally fixed up before the season starts," he dismissed, grinning at you before going to greet the boys. You quickly hugged Eunseok and turned your attention to the last one through the door.
"Sungchan," you quickly enveloped his waist in a tight hug and he wrapped his arms around your neck and leaned down to your ear.
"Hey there," you could feel him smiling, "Missed you."
You pulled away quickly, trying to not be obvious in front of the boys, simply giving him a smile of reciprocation as you all migrated to the living room.
"D'you guys claim rooms already?" Eunseok looked around at the interior of the beach house.
"Hm," Sohee nodded sleepily, "Anton and I took the double bed on the right of the stairs and there's a room with another double across it."
"My room has a single bed and a double so two more of you can stay with me," Shotaro explained, "Then our princess Y/N gets the master bedroom all to herself."
You grinned teasingly at the boys who affectionately cooed at you and your overpacking. Your clothes were all currently sprawled out everywhere since you dug deep into it to find your pyjamas the night before and didn't bother to unpack properly.
"Dibs on the single," Eunseok rushed out, to which the other boys groaned at, "What? Shotaro likes to cuddle at night and I get too hot for that."
"I'll cuddle with you, Hyung," Wonbin said cutely, wrapping his arms and leg around Shotaro's side. Shotaro chuckled and fondly agreed.
"Yay, we're roomies!" Seunghan tugged on Sungchan's arm, "What are we doing today?"
"How about relaxing?" Wonbin groaned, "Sleeping?"
"Yah, you already slept the whole drive down!" Eunseok protested, "We can unpack and then grocery shop?"
The others seemed to decide that was a good idea so you also headed up to your room to sort out your clothes. Normally, you never properly unpacked in the countless hotel rooms you stayed in, since you only every brought your skates, your costumes and a couple of comfortable sweats to lounge in in between skating sessions. However, since you were staying for a while and doing activities (Shotaro made sure to book a place far from any ice skating rinks), you had to bring a lot of clothes.
Leaving your door open as you sat on the wooden floor and arranged your clothes into piles, you saw Eunseok and Wonbin drag their suitcases up the stairs and onto your wing of the house and they peeked in.
"Wow, noona this room is so nice," Wonbin expressed, "You're so lucky."
"Yeah I deserve not having to share with you guys. You're all pigs," you threw a sock at him that he threw right back.
"Guys, come look at the master," Eunseok craned his head and called over to the other boys bringing their bags up. Eunseok and Wonbin crossed the landing to their room to make space for the approaching Seunghan and Sungchan.
"Wow," Sungchan gasped in awe as he traversed the room and past you, "A bay window looking out at the sea?" He clapped happily as he stretched out across the cushions on the bay.
"Yah, get off! It's mine," you pouted, getting up from the floor to check the view outside. Since you arrived after the sun had already set, you didn't get to see what the view was like before and in the morning, Shotaro had dragged you straight down to the kitchen without even letting you do so much as brush your hair.
You could see from the corner of your eye that Seunghan had turned around and closed the door behind him, which left you slightly suspicious.
"Why did he close the door and leave?" Sungchan frowned, sitting up and patting the cushion next to him for you to have a seat. You sat down, twisting your body to examine the view. It was so peaceful and you couldn't wait to see how the sunset would illuminate your room in vivid colours.
"Beats me," you shrugged, "Did you tell them anything? They've been suspicious that you've been dating someone since grand prix final!"
"Yeah, I know. They keep bugging me about it," he rolled his eyes, "But I haven't said anything!"
"Hm," you hummed, "Anyway, how was the drive up?"
"I called shotgun then Eunseok demanded that I stay awake the whole time to keep him company," Sungchan recounted, "Seunghan and Wonbin were completely knocked out in the back, but it was a nice and smooth trip. What have you guys been doing here?"
"We all just explored the house and then went to bed last night pretty quickly, but Taro and I had breakfast and sat on the beach for a bit before you guys came."
Sungchan shuffled over, his hips bumping against yours, "Mhm, sounds nice! We should take a walk on the beach later. A nice long walk on the beach."
"Just us?" you inquired, brow raised.
"To be honest, I'm not really sure how to get you alone without the others being suspicious. This is probably suspicious enough," he pointed at the door, "They're all probably on the other side with their ears pressed against the door."
"We could just tell them," you suggested cautiously, "That we're getting to know each other?"
Sungchan dropped his head onto your shoulder and sighed, "I like keeping this to us. Our own little secret. It's fun for now, but maybe when we get a bit more tired we can tell them. We'll find a way to spend time with each other a little bit, but I guess it's a group vacation after all."
"Yeah, let's not stress," you agreed. Sungchan started playing with your fingers, twisting your rings and measuring up his large hands with yours before he entwined them together. He peered up at you from your shoulder and reached up to press a kiss along your jawline. You rotated your head to look down at him and before you know it, he had stolen a kiss from your lips.
You nudged him off of your body playfully as he tried to lean in for another kiss, "Go unpack! Hannie's gonna get suspicious!"
He feigned displeasure as he got up and stretched high, nearly touching the ceiling, "Mhm, okay, whatever you say. I'll see you later, love."
You bit back a grin, "Bye Channie."
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Sungchan is pushing one of the shopping carts as Shotaro and Sohee trailed behind him. In reality, they should be ahead, but they stopped far too often to point at random things and Sungchan was getting impatient. The three of them were on snack duty, while you, Eunseok and Wonbin were on ingredients duty, as you were the best cooks. Anton and Seunghan had skipped away the second you all arrived and every so often passed by and dumped an armful of things in the cart.
"What kind of crisps should we get?" Shotaro placed his hands on his hips and examined the vast wall of options in front of him. He picked out a few, Sohee following also and placed them in the cart.
Sungchan spotted a rare flavour to find, "They have truffle flavour! Let's get this. I think Y/N likes these."
"How'd you know that, hyung?" Sohee questioned, not interrogatively, just nonchalantly.
"Uh- I think she's mentioned it before," Sungchan stammered, "Let's get drinks."
Shotaro shot him an unsure look, but skipped ahead of the cart anyway to find the beverage aisle. From a few aisles down, Sungchan could hear you laughing with Wonbin and Eunseok and he wished he was by your side.
Eventually, you all converged at the checkouts, carts full and wallets about to be emptied, metaphorically. You had chosen a bunch of meats to grill on the patio down to the beach and lots of ingredients to make side dishes and other random things. The three in charge of cooking followed their task diligently, whereas Anton and Seunghan had produced a pool floater, a bunch of water guns and so many hangover sticks that you were all worried about how much Seunghan was going to force everyone to drink.
You returned to the house in two cars, the same groupings as how you came to the house and rapidly unpacked everything.
"Today, Eunseok, Wonbin and Seunghan are in charge of lunch for everyone," Shotaro declared, "We'll take turns making food each mealtime!"
Everyone made noises of agreement, slowly dispersing through the house as the cooks brainstormed what to serve.
"Does anyone want to go on a walk on the beach? I haven't seen it yet," Sungchan queried to no one in particular. Anton and Shotaro had turned around guiltily from where they were crouched under the TV. You could see that they were fiddling with some wires and powering on the console that they brought to the house. Ah, boys.
"Gonna play FIFA," Shotaro held up the game case sheepishly, "Maybe later?"
"I'll come with you now," you offered slowly, "I love the beach!"
Sungchan gave you a knowing smile and turned to Sohee, "What about you?"
Sohee looked up at you and Sungchan and then down to Anton and Shotaro, who had widened their eyes in order to communicate with him. He opened his mouth and spoke hesitantly, "Uh, I wanna play as well. Is it okay?"
"Mhm, suit yourself," Sungchan shrugged, happy on the inside that he had found a way to be alone with you.
The two of you slipped on more suitable footwear and grabbed a few snacks before heading out onto the beach.
(Meanwhile, Shotaro, Anton and Sohee were smirking in the living room, delighted that their own devious plan to get you and Sungchan together was coming into effect.)
"That was easy," Sungchan chuckled as you chose a direction to walk down.
"Surprisingly! You know how much Sohee loves the beach!" you frowned again but shook out the suspicion, "Whatever. I'm happy to spend time with you."
The second you were far enough from clear view from the house, Sungchan had interlaced his fingers with yours, happily swinging your conjoined arms between you. With his other hand, he ran it through his fluffy brown locks and basked in the soft breeze of being down by the ocean.
The beach was fortunately pretty deserted of people, since it wasn't terribly hot in climate yet, but there were a couple of people dotted around closer to the water.
"This is definitely what a healing trip is made of," he sighed contently, "That was a hard season."
Facing your own challenges didn't mean that the boys also weren't experiencing some hardships of their own. You know that Sohee was taking it hard with some injuries and Sungchan had only introduced his hardest combination the season just past, which is never easy.
"We all deserve a little break," you agreed, "To spend time with each other and definitely not talk or think about skating at all."
"What a dream," Sungchan was too elated being on this trip and it had barely begun, "Here with my best friends and my best girl."
You had stopped in your tracks and punched him softly in the chest, "Don't say that!"
He lowered his neck to meet you at your eye-level, "Why? Did it give you butterflies?"
You scoffed, pushing him away from you, but he decided to wrap his arms around you instead and sway your bodies around.
"You're too bold now, Jung Sungchan," you huffed, "Where's the boy that never speaks whenever we're around people? And the boy that blushed every time we kissed in secret?"
"He found out that the girl he liked likes him back and was giving him a chance to woo her off her feet!" Sungchan poked his tongue out at you and finally let you go, returning to your linked hands and continuing to walk.
"Woo?" you laughed at his teasing.
He nodded affirmatively, "Yeah, woo. Have you been woo'ed?"
You looked away for a second, hesitant to be so candid with him, but you figured that if he was so bold, you couldn't let this chance slip away.
"You're my ideal man, Sungchanie," you admitted quietly, "I like everything about you. I like having you by my side."
His face heated up so suddenly, so far removed from the confidence that was radiating off him just seconds ago. His heart was beating out of his chest as he tried to utter his words as casually as possible, "Enough to make me your boyfriend?"
You nibbled on your bottom lip to stop you from freaking out and smiling like a maniac, "Is that a confession? Is this our evaluation?"
"You already know I like you," he affirmed softly, "If you're ready for a relationship and if you're ready to have me in that way, you're in control."
You were still walking, barely looking at each other and too shy.
"Ask me."
"What?"
"Ask me the question," you whined as he seemed to play dumb.
Sungchan grinned down at you, his bambi eyes sparkling in the sun as he shook his hair out of them. He paused your stroll momentarily, turning to face you and closing the distance between your feet.
He nudged his nose against yours, a favourite move of his as he took a deep breath, "Y/N," he began slowly, "Please can I be your boyfriend?"
"Sungchan!" you laughed suddenly, "The question is 'will you be my girlfriend?'"
"That's not enough to express how much I want to be your boyfriend though," he pouted, "Doesn't matter, just give me an answer."
You threw your arms around his neck, still giggling, "Of course you can be my boyfriend, Jung Sungchan. I'm sorry you've been on trial period for like 5 months now."
Sungchan connected his lips to yours, giving you a soft peck, "Don't be sorry. I just wanted to show you how much I wanted to be there for you."
"And thank you for that. I couldn't have gotten through this season without you," you proclaimed gently.
He bumped his shoulders with yours as he took your hand again, "Don't get too sappy. You'll probably hate us by the end of this trip."
"I swear, if you guys don't clean after yourselves and leave the bathroom messy and dirty, I'll kill you all!" you remarked.
Sungchan laughed heartily- a sound that you had grown to adore over the past few months when you would share hushed conversations getting to know each other over the phone at night and calls whenever your schedules aligned.
The two of you walked a little further, just talking about your plans for the trip and pointing out the cute, but also the endearingly ugly, dogs that were running around the beach. Eventually, Eunseok had texted you that lunch was nearly cooked and for the two of you to start heading back.
You couldn't believe that you left the beach house in a situationship and came back as a girlfriend! In fact, you probably still hadn't processed the fact that the Jung Sungchan was finally your boyfriend after all these years of creating boundaries and drawing lines to protect yourself and your heart.
All this time, Sungchan was your right person, wrong time, but you were so happy to be able to say that he stayed by your side long enough to become your right person at the right time.
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You were breathless and pliant in Sungchan's hold as he pressed feather-light kisses along your neck. He peppered them across your jaw, ending at the corner of your mouth before pulling away.
"Just kiss me," you begged as he smirked above you. Sungchan loved seeing you like this and now that you were officially his, it ignited a new spark in his heart that had always beat for you anyway.
It was past halfway through the beach trip and you had spent the past week lounging around on the beach and exploring the seaside town together. You spent mornings taking walks with the boys, the afternoon sunbathing and relaxing under parasols on the beach and the evening huddled around a bonfire just talking, singing and reminiscing. You were hard-pressed to find time alone with Sungchan, but you didn't mind since you came with the intention to hang out with your best friends and the new season wasn't going into full effect for a few months anyway.
Despite that, Sungchan had been sneaking into your room either before the others woke up or after they went to sleep, usually just to say goodnight and pillow talk, but sometimes to also make out like you were doing now.
Light flooded into the room from the expansive bay window, bathing Sungchan's face in sunlight. His twinkling eyes against his golden skin made you want to stare in them forever.
You were snapped out of your daydream when you heard a door click open and then close behind someone, and then footsteps on the hardwood floor. You pushed Sungchan off of you and he rushed over to sit at the bay window while you straightened out your bed and your clothes to give the illusion that your boyfriend hadn't been attacking you with his lips for the past half an hour.
You could hear a few more doors open and then close, before a knock on your door sounded out. Gingerly, you shuffled to your door and peeked out to find a sleepy and dishevelled Seunghan.
"Noona, have you seen Sungchan-hyung? He's not in bed," he was blinking slowly, as if trying to adjust to the natural light in your room. As he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, you opened the door wider and pointed sheepishly at the missing boy.
"Hey, I woke up early and couldn't go back to sleep so me and Y/N were just talking and planning the day," Sungchan hummed as casually as he could muster up, "Do you need something?"
You let Seunghan inside your room and he immediately collapsed on your four-poster bed, sighing as he felt the soft sheets hit his head, "Nah, just wondering where you went and if you guys suddenly all decided to wake up and do something without me."
"You know everyone's so hard to get up in the morning," you mused, "Sungchan and I are the only morning people."
"You must have got closer then," Seunghan mumbled to himself, eyes fluttering shut, "That's good, noona. You weren't always as close to hyung."
You sat criss-cross next to his body as you shot Sungchan a pointed look. Was this the time you were going to reveal your relationship to the others? Sneaking around for the past week had been exhilarating, but it did weigh on the two of you to keep such a big secret from them.
"We're going to the fair today, right?" he carried on, breaking the tension between you and your boyfriend.
"Mhm, so you better get up and wake the others up so we can have breakfast and get going," you told him as he groaned. Sungchan was just smiling at you lazily from the window, watching your sweet and maternal interaction with the younger boy. You prodded Seunghan a few more times before he finally rolled away and off the bed and Sungchan followed him out of the door, giving you a small wave goodbye.
You slowly got yourself ready for the day ahead, knowing it was going to take a while before all 7 of the boys could wake up and get refreshed enough to leave. By the time you were done, the youngest ones were preparing breakfast in the kitchen, singing along to the song on the radio perched on a floating shelf.
"Need any help?" you cast your eyes over Sohee and Anton who grinned happily as they saw you for the first time.
"Mhm, no," Sohee assured you, leading you to the already set dining table and pointing at the food, "We're nearly done so you can just wait for us or start eating if you want."
For the duration of the entire trip, it seemed like the boys were determined to not let you lift a finger. Although you were happy to help in cooking and cleaning, every time you were on the rotation, whoever was with you would work hard and take a lot of your work off you. Then again, the boys had always been sweet to you. Of course, they were funny, teasing and ridiculous, but at the core of it, they treated you like their little sister even though you were older than most of them. You really think that you couldn't have lucked out more with a friendship group and found family.
Anton served an over hard egg on your plate and you noticed that the rest on the serving plate was filled with sunny-side up eggs. See, they even paid attention to your food preferences.
Seunghan was next to come down, more wide awake than when you saw him last and seemingly energised by the prospect of food. He sat on your right, quickly scooping all of the dishes he wanted but stopping himself from eating until everyone came down.
Wonbin and Shotaro descended next, complaining about how long each other took to shower and get ready, but Eunseok came right behind them hair still dripping, to your chagrin as he made the floors slippery. Sungchan finally came down just moments later and took the empty seat next to you.
"Yay, let's eat!" Anton clapped his hands together as you completed the table.
"Wonbin-hyung, you'll go on the rides with us today, right?" Sohee crunched through his sausage.
"No, you can't force me to do anything," he grumbled and the rest of you chuckled at the man you knew to be so scared of fast and high rides, "I can watch over our stuff if you do go."
That was exactly the coversation you were having 2 hours later as all 8 of you stood in front of the tallest and fastest rollercoaster at the fair. In all honesty, it wasn't even that big and scary considering it was only a small fair that moved around, so the rides had to be simple to deconstruct. Even still, Wonbin planted his feet on the ground and firmly shook his head.
"But there's an uneven number of us," Shotaro whined, tugging at Bin's arm, "C'mon, just this once?"
He pouted and batted his long eyelashes as Anton sighed, "It's okay, I'll stay with hyung. I don't feel that good after that hot dog anyway."
Looking around, all of you had accepted defeat, so you joined the short line for the ride and immediately began grouping yourselves into pairs. At the one amusement park you had joined them at since you guys became friends, you stuck by Shotaro's side the whole time as you were still opening yourself up to the others. This time, you didn't really mind as Sohee linked arms with your boyfriend.
As the line progressed and you were at the front, Eunseok made his way to the back of the pack with you and helped you into the cart before sitting by your side. The climb up was decently steep and you could hear and feel the vibrations of the rails under you. You could also see Sohee still clutching Sungchan's arm and Seunghan and Shotaro preparing to raise their arms up when the ride plummeted.
As it slowly approached the peak, Eunseok cleared his throat, "You guys are pretty obvious, you know?"
You snapped your head so fast that even this rollercoaster couldn't give you the whiplash you gave yourself, "What?"
The ride was so rickety and loud that the boys in front of you couldn't hear you as Eunseok smirked, "You and Channie. Well at least to me you're obvious."
You opened your mouth to say something along the lines of you had no idea what he was talking about, but suddenly the ride dropped and a scream erupted from your throat. From beside you, Eunseok was nearly doubling over in laughter at how he caught you so flustered and shocked.
"Yah, don't run away from me," Eunseok laughed, calling after you as you gave him a pointed stare and ran ahead to catch up to Wonbin and Anton first.
Sungchan with his long strides reached you quickly, "What was that about?"
Anton and Wonbin's eyes were trained on you, so you merely waved your hand and dismissed it, "Nothing, just some nonsense."
You were grateful that Eunseok didn't say anything else when he arrived at the fence the others were waiting at, but for the rest of the fair, he would give you teasing smiles whenever you got so much as remotely close to Sungchan.
The sun was about to set and you were all nearly tired enough to go home. Between the big rides, the boys put on their competitive hats and kept challenging each other to the stalls that were known to be scams. They were probably blowing all of their prize money between them, but you had to keep walking back and forth between the fair and your cars since they were accumulating far too many plushies to hold.
"Just one more," Sungchan pleaded so cutely that you were resigned to say yes to, "Then we can go home after! Song Eunseok! Do this one with me!"
He was tugging on your arm, pointing at the basketball booth before slinging his arm around Eunseok's shoulder and dragging him along. Behind you, the youngests were happily munching on long churro sticks that Shotaro had bought for them, meanwhile he was conversing with Wonbin behind them.
"Loser has to grill all the meat later," Eunseok bargained. It was the two of them on main dinner duty once you returned to the house.
"Well what if we both win?" Sungchan huffed.
"Doubt it," Eunseok chuckled, as he handed over his bills to the booth manager.
You rolled your eyes at their antics- everyone knew that the basketball hoops were oval shaped and the chance of getting a ball in was slim. Even still, they both paid for the highest amount of balls in order to have the chance to win the biggest prize. If they got three balls through the hoop, then they could pick from the large prizes.
The boys finally caught up to you guys and sighed at the competition they saw in front of them. Eunseok was very passionate about basketball and Sungcham was very passionate about winning.
"No cheating," Sungchan swatted at Eunseok, who narrowed his eyes playfully.
They both began, the rest of you cheering them on. Both of them missed their first two shots, and they had to make the last 3 to win the big prize. Surprisingly, they also both were able to shoot the next two together, and were staring each other down as they picked up the last basketball.
"You're going down, Song Eunseok," Sungchan taunted, sticking his tongue out. Eunseok rolled his eyes and decided to shoot first at the hoop. You all watched in anticipation as the ball hit the rim... and then bounced off. Eunseok screamed in defeat and all eyes were turned to Sungchan.
He carefully examined the hoop and decided to just go for it. You were all shocked that it went in!
Sunchan whooped in glee, taunting Eunseok before throwing his arm around your shoulder. That was a pretty normal thing for the other boys to do to you, but it certainly wasn't the way Sungchan used to interact with you.
"You can choose the prize, Y/N," he grinned down at you, pointing at the array of large animal plushies attached around the booth.
You gasped as you laid your eyes on the most perfect choice and you leaned into his touch as you pointed it out, "That one!"
The booth attendant took it off its hook and handed it over to you. Gleefully, you held it up to Sungchan and cooed, "It looks just like you, Channie!"
Sungchan was smiling so dorkily at how the large baby deer plushie was making you so happy, and you were both too busy cooing at the plushie to notice the boys, jaws dropped and watching you.
"Uh," Wonbin uttered, "What's going on here?"
The silence that fell caused you and Sungchan to turn around, and upon realising their reaction, you jumped away from each other, still both holding the plushie.
"What do you mean?" Sungchan scratched his neck awkwardly, "You all got a prize for Y/N earlier. I wanted to as well."
Seunghan nodded slowly, "Okay, okay. Sure. But we just got small prizes."
"Is it my fault that I was good at this?" Sungchan retorted as he began walking your group towards the car park. You scurried behind him, hugging the deer close to your chest.
You fell back a little from Sungchan and slowed your footsteps since the boys behind you started whispering to themselves.
"I think Operation Sung-Y/N is working!" Sohee whisper-hissed. You raised your eyebrow at that. There's no way, right? There's no way that they were doing a whole scheme to set you up together with your boyfriend- not that they know that.
You decided not to confront them and joined Sungchan's side again. He had turned to talk to you, but saw you had slowed down so he had stopped in his tracks and waited for you. Sungchan sighed to himself as he watched you bound over with the plushie. He wished he could be in your embrace the way that plushie was connected to you. Frankly, he should have just told everyone else right then as they got suspicious, but he had a feeling you wanted to do it more lowkey.
Later on that night, Sungchan was lying on top of your sheets as you played with his hair. It was his turn to hug the deer- the only one that made it to your bed as you banished the other plushies the boys gave you onto the windowsill.
The others were all downstairs, either preparing the side dishes and preparing the grill or fighting each other on the playstation.
"We can tell them tomorrow," you sighed happily. his hair was so soft and bouncy that it instantly bounced back to its spot after you ran your hand through it, "And then we'll have 2 days here to act like a couple."
"Ah, two days," Sungchan sighed, "When am I going to see you again after that? I want to take you on a proper date, finally."
You gasped to yourself, bringing your hands to your mouth. Sungchan sat up quickly, eyebrows stitched together in worry, "Oh, what's up? What's wrong?"
You began laughing to yourself and Sungchan looked at you like you had grow two heads, "I forgot to tell you guys completely! I have some news for you all!"
"Ah, what is it?"
"I'm going to train in Seoul this season!"
Sungchan yelped in surprise, suddenly attacking you in a hug down onto the bed, "Oh my gosh, really? Are you serious? It's not a joke right?"
You giggled happily as he attacked your face wiyh kisses, "You know my coach Lina? Well, she's pregnant and she asked if I would be willing to relocate to Seoul so she could be around her family and her husband's family! She wants to receive maternal care here, so," you trailed off.
"Oh my, I'm so happy," Sungchan breathed out, "You mean I won't have to wait months in between competitions to come and see you? I can see you everyday?"
"Hey, you have a skating career too," you poked his chest, "Make sure you focus on that. But if it works, then sure! I'm going apartment hunting as soon as we all drive back up to Seoul!"
Sungchan was so elated, dreaming about all his favourite places that he would take you, "Ah, I think there's an apartment empty in our building. Do you want me to ask our management team?"
The boys all lived in the same building, some of them sharing and some of them living alone since there were various apartment layouts. You recalled that Sungchan lived with Shotaro on the 7th floor of the building, but you had only visited twice before.
You had a thought about declining his offer. Maybe it was moving too fast for you if you moved into his apartment building, but then again, the rest of your friends were there too and it wasn't like you were moving into his room. The thought of having all of them around often and being able to guide you through the city comforted you, so you just gave him an appreciative smile and nodded, "Mhm, that would be nice."
A happy sound escaped his throat and you're certain that moving to Seoul was the best move for you at this stage. Sungchan flipped you around so he was below you and you hovering over him. He brought his hand up to your face, tucking your hair out of your eyes and settling his large palms on your soft cheeks.
He guided your face down and you could feel his breath ghosting over your mouth. Sungchan connected his eyes with yours, "I really, really like you, Y/N. Thank you for giving me a chance."
Stealing his move, you grazed your nose against his, "You tell me that everyday, baby. I really, really like you too. I'm excited for this new season."
It wasn't just a new season of figure skating where you were going to debut new programs. It was a whole new season in your life. It felt like you could finally release yourself from the shackles of the bad moments of your past and start anew- a new country, and a new boyfriend.
He craned his neck up to softly touch your lips together, but he hadn't made any other moves, so you slid your arms around his neck and melted into his chest, parting his lips with yours and deepening the kiss.
You have always loved kissing Sungchan. His kisses seemed to heal every pain and suffering in the world and made you forget even your own name sometimes. He was always a passionate person, tending to your whines and requests whenever you got frustrated and he was teasing you. You don't know how, but since becoming his girlfriend, kissing him felt even better than it did before.
You were so engrossed in each other that you hadn't even heard the footsteps coming up the stairs, or Seunghan's soft calls for you, or his knocking on the door, or the way the door creaked as he opened it.
"Yah!" his scream caused Sungchan to sit up so hard and fast that you fell off of him and onto the floor, "My eyes!"
Sungchan smoothed his clothes out in a panic and yelped in apology as he helped you up from the floor. He scowled at his younger friend, "Do you know how to knock?"
"I did!" Seunghan exclaimed, throwing his hands up, "I even called for you, noona! Ah, I'm so traumatised! How can I get that out of my head?"
Your face must have been as red as the way it flushes when you get drunk as you just watched silently against the bed.
"Hey, what's going on? Hurry up, we wanna eat!" Wonbin appeared behind Seunghan who was still rubbing his eyes, unable to believe what he saw. Wonbin looked at him, confused by his reaction and the yells, "What happened?"
Suddenly, the other 4 boys all came out of nowhere too, crammed in the small hallway and looking between you on the bed, Sungchan closer to the door and Seunghan just on the other side.
"I caught them," Seunghan dramatically screeched, throwing his arms around Wonbin, "I caught them!"
"Caught them doing what?" Shotaro frowned.
"Making out!" Seunghan screamed, to which the rest of the boys started yelling in surprise too, suddenly firing questions at you and Sungchan, who was looking worriedly and apologetically at you.
"I knew it!" Eunseok smirked.
"Oh my God?" Anton gasped quietly and Sohee was mirroring his reaction.
"Are you guys fucking?" Seunghan was still dramatically wailing.
Sungchan scoffed, offended, "No! Well-" he looked at you, giving you the choice to give as much information.
"We're in a relationship," you revealed softly, laughing at their dropped jaws, "Well, only since the trip. We've been getting to know each other since Paris."
"Paris?" Wonbin gawked, "Paris? So when we asked you who you went to Paris with and you said no one, you actually were with Sungchan-hyung?"
"Yeah," you tilted your head and scratched the back of your neck, "Sorry for some white lies we've had to tell. We just wanted to keep it to ourselves for a bit, navigate new territories and make sure it doesn't affect our friendship with you guys."
Shotaro stepped into the room, huddling over to give you a hug, "Well we're all happy for you both. Besides, we were all conspiring to set you two up this trip."
"We were so proud at how well it was working," Sohee cried out, "Turns out we're the fools!"
You think back through the trip at the instances they created to get you alone together, whether it was taking quick trips to the grocery store because they 'forgot' an ingredient, or just leaving you two behind whenever you were walking and relaxing on the beach. You were thankful the boys were so silly to create a plan like that, otherwise you couldn't have spent so much time with your new boyfriend on the healing trip.
"It's okay guys," Sungchan grinned lopsidedly, "It was funny to watch."
"Um," Seunghan interrupted, "I actually came up cause I was coming to tell you that dinner was ready."
Eunseok nodded, turning on his heel, "Yeah, I'm really hungry. Can we talk about this over barbecue instead?"
The rest of the boys nodded in agreement, making their way down the stairs. You sighed heavily, looking at Sungchan who placed a loving kiss on your hair, "That was so chaotic. Are we okay, though?"
You smiled up at him and took his hand pulling you up, "More than okay. They were bound to find out and they're all so happy about it."
Sungchan splayed his palm against yours and then locked your fingers together, "Ah, wait til you tell them about moving to Seoul. They'll forget this news instantly!"
You let the grin invade your face as you happily imagined the way they'd cheer and instantly bombard you with outings to do and places to visit together in Seoul. You were definitely certain now that your relationship with Sungchan wasn't going to change your friendship.
"Lovers, come on!" Eunseok yelled up the stairs, "The food is getting cold so stop making out!"
Well, maybe a little bit. But as long as you were able to call Sungchan yours, you were sure you could endure anything.
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