summary :: fratboy!mark asks you for help at the worst times of your day; on your way home.
genre :: fluff, crack-ish
word count :: 0.5k
Your excitement of going home lessens every step you take in this goddamn dark alley. The fact that the sun decided to take an early off at 3pm because it's winter is not helping at all. The feeling and paranoia of someone following you grows heavy by every footstep so you speed up until you're out and finally somewhere where the lampposts are not flickering.
A heavy sigh leaves your lungs when you reach the bus stop of the bus you don't even take cause public transport is for losers ใ ก joking, of course.
"Hey!"
A hand latches on your forearm and you almost ugly screamed at all the suspense hitting you like a shockwave, but you only jump in place. Your eyes meet the one and only sparkling eyes of Mark Lee, a sophomore from your university and... your ultimate crush.
The person you have been trying to make a longer eye contact with for so long.
The eyes you, sadly, can't look away from.
His eyes are a bit wide and he looks like he just ran a half marathon by the way he's panting. "H-hey", he greeted again and you only smile at him sheepishly before greeting him back.
Your heart is racing and you're scared he might hear it.
Remember the first time you talked to him? Yeah, that was when he stayed overnight at your house. Your brother, fellow sophomore along with Mark, is one of his fratmates. They're rarely over at your house because even your brother seems to neglect the place called home. Your parents knew that frat of theirs was gonna change him, but you actually didn't mind ใ ก except when you had to do all the chores he usually did. Since you know.. you're the only one present.
He gives a quick glance behind him before reluctantly wrapping his arm around your shoulder - then. you. freeze.
Um..
What.
The.
Hell.
Is happening right now?ใ ก
You've never been THIS close to Mark Lee.
"Uhm ใ ก what are you doing?"
Oh shit. You said that out loud. Aha. Oops.
Mark leans closer so you look straight ahead to avoid his attractive doe eyes. "There's this girl who has been following me around, calling my name and kept saying she loves me or some shit. She's gonna obnoxiously ask me out. Please help me." He whispers, sounding very desperate and traumatised.
Something sparks inside you.
You vision turns red and everything that happens next becomes a blur.
All of a sudden, you stand on your tiptoes to engulf him into a hug, taking him aback but hesitantly hugging you back whilst trying to see the obnoxious girl through his peripheral vision and he sees her suddenly come to a halt.
Aight, he is going to trust you with this.
When you let go, your hands stay on his shoulders, eyes looking at him like he owns a whole galaxy in his (which he kinda does) and you act accordingly, "Alright, I forgive you. Just please.. don't do that again."
Wow.
You are so convincing right now.
It takes Mark a split moment to realise what scenario you're playing right now and when he finally did, he plays along; pouting at you.
"I know. I'm so sorry. It was my mistake.."
Holy crap you almost blew your cover.
You bite your inner cheeks and almost groan at his cuteness, but you stop yourself - pulling him into a hug instead. This time, Mark doesn't hesitate to wrap his arms around your waist.
Oh how you wish you both could stay like this forever.
Your head turns when you realise the girl hasn't left yet. Gosh she is pissing you off!
You let go, fully turning to make eye contact with her.
"May I help you?" You question, sounding quite dominant and.. eherm.. scary.
"N-no n-nothing." She stammers, turning before walking out of you guys' sights.
Sadly, theatre classes are over.
You sigh, turning back to Mark who has a relieved expression on. "Gosh, thank you so much." He sincerely says, smiling at you while he runs his fingers through his locks. You had to look away to not get caught. "I don't know what I would've done if it wasn't you."
Whoa what does he mean by that - oof.
"Nah, no problem." You shrug, putting your earphones into your ears, expecting him to leave. You open your playlist and scroll through it for a good song.
A hand reaches to gently take one of your earphones out. Mark Lee is still standing there.
"I owe you." He says. "Say, treat you at my parent's restaurant on Friday?" You jaw drops. Holy shit.
Mark Lee is treating you to his family's restaurant?! The famous authentic gourmet restaurant the Lees are famous for?! Oh my God!
"You're kidding right?"
He only grins. "No not at all."
You are still in shock and he chuckles, seeing your reaction. He sees the bus approaching and gets his bus card ready while you are still in a daze.
"So.. It's a date? See you around school, Y/N."
He flashes you one cute smile before stepping in and showing the driver his card. When he chooses a seat, it's the one by the window to the right side so he could wave bye at you as the bus leaves.
despite idolboyfriend!jisung 's protests and nagging, telling you that you didn't have to go with him to the studio, you still went with him.
he's going to record for their new album, but with his schedules being delayed, he has to record way after the dreamies.
the producers were rearranging and overlapping some stuff of the song, leaving jisung to wait for a while. he remembers that you both haven't eaten dinner and he wants to end the recording fast so you two could eat out.
jisung huffs and you turn to him.
he looks anxious and bothered at the same time so you lean over and caress his arm to make him relax.
"don't worry angel, you'll do great." you smile at him softly, sending a sense of assurance and he takes it with gratitude, giving you a small shy smile.
It was as if his abrupt leave last Wednesday was his farewell to you ใ ก not that he said goodbye though, tsk.
No but seriously.
You havenโt seen him for a wholeass week. He wasnโt in the hallway running around with that annoying classmate of him named Donghyuck - going around and literally giving their juniors and seniors the unending desire to strangle them then and there, he wasnโt sitting with his group of friends during lunch and you didnโt see him in Music Class when your class came in for a survey.
The two blank documents that you shared with him (which he hasnโt opened by the way) is begging to be typed on to serve its purpose.
Ugh - itโs killing you. You donโt know what to write about and if you did, it wonโt be a short story - it will be a fricking five book serie. Yangyang? He has quite a mind. He proposes such good answers and arguments that leave you thinking; if he didnโt hate you so much, you wouldโve been debate buddies - and maybe friends.
Hold up, donโt get ahead of yourself.
โUh- Jeno.โ you walk to his table during lunch, finally having the guts to do so. His friends who just got their food glance up at you and you shy away slightly at the attention that you donโt want.
โHey ____!โ He greets you and you smile tightly at him, still feeling the stares of his friends. Itโs normal for friends to listen to open conversations that arenโt secretive and rather free - but you kinda wish they would just mind their own business.
But they canโt just do that.
What you didnโt know is that people talk about you. About how youโre almost a dipping flower. You appear and awe people around you unconciously and the moment they blink, youโre gone. But they mostly talk about how you always manage to be placed on top or with Yangyang during German exams. It has them shook.
Yangyang literally MOVED from Germany after living there for 6 years and you havenโt even been there for a mere vacation! You blow peopleโs minds beyond comprehension and you donโt know it.
โB-by any chance, do you have Liu Yangyangโs phone number..?โ Your voice is low and soft, still trying to hide yourself from his friends. โItโs because we havenโt started at the project and I- really- donโt- have any connection with h-him.โ
You unconciously play with your fingers, waiting for his reponse that doesnโt take long.
โIใ กโ
Jeno is interrupted by a pitchy voice that you recognise. โI have his number!โ
You turn to the opposite side of the round table to see Lee Donghyuck who has his hand in the air, face bright and smiling sweetly at you. โDo you want it?โ He asks, leaning into the table.
โU-uh, yes.. please..โ
โOkay, Iโll give it you. But only if you buy me a piece of strawberry cake.โ His smile turns to a mischievous one - the change is something you expected. Lee Donghyuck without mischief is not Lee Donghyuck.
You are about to take into his deal until his other friend, whom you believe is named Renjun, smacks his back that you can hear it from where you stand.
โOUCH!โ Donghyuck screeches and you hold back a giggle. Jeno pokes your elbow softly, making you turn to him.
โHere.โ
[ Come over to my place and letโs get this over with. ] is what Liu Yangyang told you after you accidentally called him. He sent his adress right below all your messages that he just โreadโ.
Ouch. Seenzoned.
Yangyangโs mansion was big - well, mansions are supposed to be big. You didnโt expect Yangyang to be THIS rich. You just got used to the fact that he casually wears a Gucci hoodie during Gym classes.
Right when you stood by the gateway, a gaurd comes up to you with a smile asking, "Are you Young Master Liu's guest?" and you nodded. "Follow me please." Then he escorted you through the gate then to the sandstone driveway to the mansion.
From there, a maid - you assume her to be the head maid due to his cold attitude - greets you in chinese. You swear your mind was rusted when it comes to chinese, but you manage to reply to her politely.
The maid halts infront of one of the many big black doors in the first floor. She doesn't knock and that gives you a mini-heart attack.
"Young Master, please stop playing computer games. Your project partner is here." There goes her cold, monotonous tone sending chills up your spine. You haven't heard someone lack so much passion in speaking.
You bite your bottom lip, unable to think of something to say to Yangyang once you face each other.
Should you say 'Hi Yangyang, let's get to work.'? or 'Liu Yangyang, where have you been?!'?.
You are lost in panicked thoughts that you don't notice the maid telling you can now enter until the worker walks past you to attend to her other duties.
With a deep breath, you cautiously step in the room. Darkness greets you and you eyes search for him. Liu Yangyang.
And he's there.
On his expensive looking gaming chair in front of a set of three monitors. The middle one being a curved screen. Your jaw slack at the sight, eyes trailing to the keyboard constantly glowing with many colors upon clicking.
Liu Yangyang meets your awed gaze, then raising his eyebrow at you - mentally asking why you're still glued in your spot like - the door is open boo.
"Did the maid leave?" Yangyang asks, tone colder for it to be considered a question.
"Uh.. yes.. she did." You answer quietly, above a whisper but loud enough for Yangyang to hear.
"Good," Yangyang turns back to his monitor set, putting his headphones back on. "..close the door behind you and take the study table."
You do as what you're told, closing the door behind you and heading towards the study table situated beside Yangyang's gaming set, but the white leather office chair is situated at the opposite side. So when you sit, you're facing Yangyang to the side.
A notebook is open on the table and you look through it after glimpsing that it's German.
' Eine Mรคdchen beobachtet einen Mord an einer Familie durch eine Reise in Astral-Zeit. Sie ist nicht sicher, ob sie immer noch verhindert, dass die Ereignisse passieren, aber ihre Vision beweist, dass sie richtig ist. Sie mรถchte sagen, was sie so nicht gesehen hat, aber niemand wird ihr glauben.'
That was written on the page.
"Is this the story idea?" you ask, picking up the notebook and shows to Yangyang who seems to be doing something in his computer.
Yangyang only glances at the paper then nodding.
"Great. We finally have an idea." You murmur to yourself, placing your laptop after moving Yangyang's macbook aside and turning the study lamp on.
Then you star working, fingers tapping on the keyboard in fast yet smooth motions. Your eyes darting from the notebook then back to your computer. After writing the raw idea, you grab a nearby pen and write down additional ideas to shape the story then transferring them to the document.
'Let's make the murder gruesome.'
'The girl must've been attempting her astral time travelling'
'Make the details of the vision a bit hazy'
Because of your sudden concentrated mood, you don't seem to hear Yangyang's frantic clicking on the keyboard and his mouth commanding his teammates, his eyes trained on the computer and aiming to kill opponents.
Yangyang dies again after being sniped by the opponent Widowmaker for the 5th time during this whole game. He falls back onto the chair in exhaustion, his head dropping to see you still perfectly delved into the task at hand.
He's been playing for almost an hour and a half now while you are still working on forming the plot from the story idea Yangyang literally just wrote when it popped into his mind.
'Why is she rushing?' He thought to himself then the thought of him not showing up to the German classes seems to make him feel a tinge of guilt.
Only a bit.
Without a second tought, Yangyang leaves the game, turning his computer off and placing his headphones down.
He slides himself to sit across your figure while clearing his throat. This made you look up to see him taking out his macbook and starting it up.
Yangyang catches your gaze and sharply asks, "What?" with a sassy raise of his brow.
You rapidly blink, immediately turning your concentration back to the computer. "Nothing. Just surprised you finally decided to come and help.." Your last sentence was low as a whisper, but Yangyang still heard it.
"I'm not completely heartless."
"What do you say if we add another character? Let's say it's the boy's family that was murdered." You ask nonchalantly, suddenly a bit more confined to be able to talk to Yangyang.
This slight change also takes Yangyang aback a bit
"S-Sure.." it's rare to see you confine. You're rather reserved, shy and likes to keep a distance. "But we have to connect him to the main character."
"Let's say he's a transferee and the day he transferred is the say the murder happens." You answer quickly as if you've been expecting the question.
"Let's make it a massacre." You suggest and Yangyang raises an eyebrow. "Let's kill off ALL his family members."
Yangyang chokes in his own saliva at the blunt suggestion.
Him choking makes you blink, realising that you've been too 'businessly talkative'.
"A-are you okay?" You ask, looking around for something that will somehow relieve Yangyang, but finds nothing.
"Just fine."
"Okay.."
Yangyang quickly recovers from his fit and so did the awkward silence that now sits on both of your shoulders.
"I.. like the idea." Yangyang says, opening the document. "There has to be atleast three of his family members. Let's say he has his parents and a younger sister."
"Oh yeah sure." You say, typing it down but seeing as Yangyang has already typed it you click backspace and so did Yangyang. "Ah no - I'll delete mine-"
"I literally just deleted what I wrote." Yangyang groans.
"Sorry- I'll type it again.."
You bite your bottom lip, typing the context.
'Why does she always do that?' the boy questions your habitual demeanor when concentrating.
Your lips are slightly swollen under the pressure of your cute front teeth, your hair pulled up to a bun but a portion of your front hair is layed delicately on both sides of your face - framing it perfectly.
You look up to meet Yangyang's eyes and he immediately looks away - mentally asking himself why in the hecking world did he stare.
The rest of the time they work in silence, only the sound of keyboard keys being pressed and occasional questions about the story plot.
"I have to go now." You announce softly, gathering your things when Yangyang nods in agreement.
Surprisingly, Yangyang follows you to the door. So before leaving, you turn to Yangyang.
"Thanks for bearing with me. I just really want to complete this project." You tell him, sincere eyes shooting through Yangyang's unmoving ones. "Goodbye."
A limousine stops by the entrance and a beautiful woman on her late 40s exits the glossy vehicle, her prada heels landing on the sandstone first.
You immediately bow as soon as you make eye contact. You want to leave, but it will be too rude to do it right now.
"Hello dear." The woman says in chinese, strutting to you who keeps a stable but bright smile. "You must be Yang's project partner?"
"Yes, ma'am. I'm _____." You reply, also in chinese and silently thanking your most hated teacher who atleast teached you something good.
"Oh, impressive." Yangyang's mother coos, turning to her son who stands by the porch looking uninterested. "She's also the one who somehow managed to beat you in german class right, son?"
You tense at the mention of 'german class', instantly averting your eyes onto Yangyang whose jaw clenches at the question. There's a feeling in you that just clenches.
You blink in sudden realization, everything suddenly clearer, having the answer to your questions.
Yangyang hates you for being 'better' than him in German class?
Wow.. you should've seen that coming.
"Isn't she the one who got three straight A pluses while you only got two of them and an A." His mother's words take toll on Yangyang. He doesn't like hearing his failure - especially when it comes from his mother with a tone of disappointment.
You watch as Yangyang cold exterior fall when his head hangs low - unable to hold eye contact with his mother.
"Sorry.." he whispers lowly, fingers fidgeting the back of his shirt.
"Anyways," the older woman turns back to you. ".. how's the project going? Is Yang doing his part?"
"It's doing great, ma'am. Yangyang was actually the one who came up with the story idea." You reply, tone always enthusiastic.
"Only the story idea? Huh. What did you came up with Yang? A boy and his tragic love for his violin? Hahaha."
Yangyang's jaw clenches more, his jawline more prominent than it already is.
"Are you staying for dinner, dear?" She asks you.
"Uh, no ma'am. I'm taking my leave now. Good evening." You bow one last time before turning her back and walking out to the gate.
She spares one last glance to see the woman slapping Yangyang's cheek. The scene made you stop on your tracks, worry washing over you.
Feeling like you're staring, Yangyang meets your eyes and he glares.
your olderbrother!johnny is out on a cruising trip with his bestfriends neighbour!jaehyun and his other friend mark that goes to the same year as you, but you've only properly met him once when the three came for a sleepover one night. you didn't sleep that night.
so now you're facetiming your brother but suddenly he passes you to mark to rush to the bathroom.
"entertain her for a bit mark." johnny says in a rush, giving the phone to mark and you can see him scampering off in the background.
mark nervously takes the phone away from your brother. "hi." mark greets you coolly and you blush, but deep inside his heart is beating so fricking fast. he didn't expect to face you suddenly. he doesn't know how he'll entertain you without stumbling over his own words.
"u-uh.." his cool demeanor immediately fades as quick as it appeared.
he just hopes he doesn't accidentally blurt out his crush on you. but then jaehyun comes around the corner with a, "hey ___, did you know that markใ ก "
One of the main reasons you consider your life boring was because of school.
It's such a nuisance.
13 years in hell.
You realised that when you were dozing off in Literature Class, the teacher talking about novel analytics or something.
Bestfriend!Haechan puffed, bored as hell so he looked around the class to see you falling asleep and he grinned mischievously at the thought of exposing you.
He fake snored loudly, making the professor look around. But luckily, you blinked awake before he could see you basically having a pajama party in his class. Seeing nothing else wrong, he turned back.
You snap your head to Haechan, who was sitting at the individual table next to you, and glared at him.
He grinned almost audibly, "Stop falling asleep then!" he half-yelled half-whispered.
You only roll your eyes at him, ignoring his advica before pretending to write notes and dozing off once again. The last thing you hear was Haechan snapping a photo of you as blackmail material.
๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ใ ก y/n is a transferee to yangyang's german class from the other section of his year. she's only been living in the country for a year and had to keep up with the class' advanced lessons. but on the contrary, she is better than yangyang, the student who is the best in german.
Three As.
That's what you got on all three of Mr. Heinz's German tests. He gave you a nod of acknowledgement when handing the papers into your hands and by then, you already knew.
You did well.
German was a subject you didn't fancy much but still want to somehow know how to speak it - as you were told by your ambitious parents, who wanted someone in the family who can speak a difficult language.
The library wasn't far and you were lucky to find the best spot to sit in before some students flood the library.
Placing your test results, you scan through your backpack to search for your German textbook. You wanted to review the test and correct your few mistakes - just because.
As soon as you place your book down, your test results were taken by someone else.
You look up to see Liu Yangyang swiftly scan through them with his eyes. One of your eyebrows raised in confusion, watching him crash his against each other and going through every question on the paper as if trying to somehow find a way to prove your answers wrong.
"...A-Are you done?" you asked lowly, looking around awkwardly. Yangyang was someone you haven't had the chance to talk to... or rather ใ ก you avoid to. He's the best in the class and you've always noticed the death glares he sends you whenever it's announced that you did very well or much better than he did.
He says nothing, only glaring at you one last time before tossing the papers at your direction. The papers bend, bracing the impact of the air, stopping midway before slowly floating down to scatter on the floor. Meanwhile, he clicks his tounge and turns his heel to leave.
Your face contorted in confusion, watching his glaring back disappearing out of the library.
"You are all going to be writing a short story in German. I want it to contain minimum 5000 words, a plot and well defined characters. You will all be separated into pairs. You have a month to finish this." Mr. Heinz announced after going through famous German novellas.
Someone poke your elbow and you turn to see Jeno looking at you expectantly, mentally saying that you two should work together on this.
Jeno is good in German and you two are friends so without a doubt, you nodded yes.
"I will pair you all up." Mr. Heinz's words echo through your head loudly like a gong.
Your thoughts were filled with 'Please pair me up with Jeno's that you didn't hear Mr. Heinz saying your name.
"___," Jeno's call cut your chain of throughts and you suddenly notice the looks of your classmates on you. ".. you're paired with Yangyang.."
Your eyes blew wide, looking at Mr. Heinz for reasurance, "___, in case you didn't hear, you are paired with Liu Yangyang." he raised an eyebrow and you didn't quite decipher what that means.
Biting your lip, you inhaled a deep breath, heart beating nervously.
Dang. You know Yangyang practically hates your guts and you plan to just do it all by yourself - but you really need Yangyang because he's the best when it comes to writing fluidly. He knows his metaphors and idioms so damn well so he's basically the spice in your lao gan ma.
"Good luck.." Jeno says quietly, tapping your shoulder reassuringly before heading to his pair to discuss it.
"Let's go to the library." Yangyang tells you without even looking you in the eyes and just leaves the classroom.
You stand still in your spot for a moment, trying to process whatever he is up to. Then he pops his head at the open doorway to see you frozen on spot, "Are you coming or what?".
It sounded more like an order than a question.
Blinking yourself awake, you walk past Mr. Heinz and out of the doorway. You walk behind Yangyang towards the library in awkward silence ( well, more for you ).
When you reach the reading area, he walks past it and continues to stride, leaving you in confusion.
"Uh- Yangyang. Where are you going?" You ask, but it's as if he doesn't hear it and rounds the corner to the stairs to exit the floor. "Liu Yangyang!"
Scrunching your nose, you woke up from your cat nap. The smell of paper made you flutter your eyes open to realise that the book you read before dozing off was pressed flat on your face.
You remove it, placing it somewhere else.
Yawning yourself awake, you stretch your body. Feet accidentally, softly hit something. You glance to see boyfriend!Yangyang focused on his game. Headphones on and fingers steering quickly at the joystick he's holding.
His eyes are squinted slightly, glare not faltering, front teeth slightly biting the side of his bottom and his back raised straight up.
Glancing at the flatscreen, you see him playing Overwatch, a game you fully purchased for him on his birthday last week.
A small smile plastered on your lips, amused at him trying his hardest to learn how to play it. He has it on his computer and just have to adjust with the Play Station.
You watch as he tried to chase off an opponent Lucio, but lost him and got 'one shot-one killed' by an opponent Widowmaker.
A heavy, frustrated sigh left Yangyang, dropping his hands down in defeat.
You sit up, making him turn to you. "You're awake." He said, the tint of frustration over his game is visible. "___, I can't seem to get this game workiiiiiiing."
His whine made you laugh and he pouted.
"It's okay baby, you just have to get used to it. Just keep playing, you'll get better." You reassured him effectively, crawling over to him and placing yourself on his lap, straddling him.
His arms wrap around your waist the same time you leaned forward to press a soft kiss on his forehead, then pulling away to see him smile while closing his eyes and anticipating your next move.
You chuckle, leaning in again to press a kiss on both his cheeks. Then the tip of his nose.
Once again, you pull away to observe your cute boyfriend. His eyes flutter open to meet yours. You grinned and he pouted, puckering his kissable lips.
Arms wrapping around his neck, you stare into his beautiful eyes, pupils enlarged wide as they look back into yours as if he was looking at the most precious thing he had in this world.
But they close when you pull him into a passionate kiss. He's completely distracted from the game now since his attention was all on you and the way your lips move seamlessly against his.
He loves it.
You part from him, giving him one last peck before dropping your chin on his shoulder to rest your head on it.
Yangyang kisses your shoulder, pulling you closer to his warm body before reaching for the controller once again.
You sigh in content, snuggling closest as you'll ever be. You let your eyes fall, sleepiness coming back to you again.
But you got awaken 10 minutes later to Yangyang screaming that he won and was the Play of the game.
Footsteps approach your bedroom, then your door opens. Someone jumps onto your bed, laying their body on top of yours.
You sniff and you smile at the very familiar scent.
"Goodmorning Jiale.." You croak in your morning voice, not moving an inch from your position.
You can feel him shift over you, planting his palms one on both your sides, "____!~ Goodmorning~!!" he half yells - half whispers cheerfully.
You smile. Usually you don't like it when someone deliberately disturbs your sleep, but when it's your boyfriend, Tang Jiale, that wakes you up, you don't mind a thing.
"What day is it?" You ask, slowly opening your eyes. Jiale has moved off of you and sit on the edge of your bed, staring at the digital clock on your bedside table.
"It's Monday."
Your eyes shot open and you immediately sit up. Crap! You hate Mondays! Turning to your alarm clock to see the time while hurriedly taking your blanket off of you, you see that it's 7:01 in Saturday.
You stop your movements, groaning in realisation when you hear Jiale laughing triumphantly. He took this opportunity to wrap his arms around you as you close your eyes once again and the both of you falling back onto the mattress.
"Gotcha~" He snickers, shifting himself to lay on his side, facing you closely. "I got you really good." He laughs again.
"If you can't tell, I'm mentally rolling my eyes." You retort, placing one of your hands on his waist and you inch closer to his warmth.
He giggles, welcoming you to his embrace. He rakes your hair with one hand while the other holds yours.
You open your eyes to finally meet Jiale's light brown orbs that you love so much. "Have you eaten?" The question is whispered softly by you, not wanting to break the soft mood.
"Yes, but it was only a banana. I came so we can make breakfast together." He says pouting. "Let's make omelette rice."
"Mhm~" You hum in agreement. "But let's stay like this for a while, I'm still not awake."
"Should I do another Monday trick again?"
You giggle at his suggestion, shaking your head. "No thank you." You say, closing your eyes when he did.
And you two laid just like that, engulfing each other's warmth. You both ended up making brunch instead of breakfast, but neither of you complained.
richkid!inseong watches as you basically splash your wine at his ex-girlfriend's face who just stood and criticized him like old days. you roll your eyes at the shocked girl, turning to inseong and pulling him somewhere else.
secretboyfriend!mark searches for you from across the reading area of the school library. when you meet his eyes, your cheeks flush red and you immediately look away.
footsteps approach you and you hear your heart gradually beat faster as the footsteps got louder. then the chair beside you is pulled out before being occupied.
you turn to meet mark's sparkling eyes again. "hi." he said, smiling adorably at you. "can i.. sit here?"
a reply didn't come out from you. you internally squeled, burying your head in your hands and nodding furiously. it didn't help that he chuckle at your actions.
badboy!xiaojun pulls you by the arm, momentarily taking you away from speaking to your friends.
but before you could even ask what the hell his problem is, he crashed his lips onto yours without a warning, kissing you hungrily and fast.
you were the one to push him away from you, eyes wide in shock. but even so, he left with a full blown smirk on his swollen lips after seeing your reaction.
"For the love of Godใ ก Ugh!" You groan, slamming your face on the notebooks spread across your desk. You seriously only have three more problems to solve, but your brain has had enough from doing your homework all day, so you wouldn't have to do any of them during the break.
Boyfriend!Zhou Zhi, stands up from your bed and made his way to your desk, sliding his phone into his back pocket.
He came over during lunch to find you by your study table and he has been laying on your bed in his phone, waiting for you to ask for his help ใ ก which you never did by the way.
"Ugh," you groan again, having some strength to lift your head and place your chin on your palm, trying to understand the problem. You scribble an answer.
"Wrong, ____." Zhi tells you softly as he watch from over your shoulder. "Try again."
You huff, rethinking your formula before writing another impulsive answer.
Zhi chuckles, "Wrong again." he said.
Pursing your lips and exhaling through your nose, you straightened yourself on your chair, head not resting on your palm anymore as you try to focus. A sudden feeling of proving yourself sparked in you.
Ugh, Zhi was right. You've been using the wrong formula twice.
Wow ____, where was your brain?
You write an answer, that you are more confident of, and you hear Zhi snicker kinda disappointed you figured it out too fast for his liking, "There you go. Wasn't that hard right?"
You sigh, "Quite the opposite actually."
"You were quick in figuring out the wrongs." Zhi said softly and a tint of red made its way to the apples of your cheeks.
"Next equation?" Zhi chants, holding himself up with his hands on the edge of your desk, arms caving around you. You could feel his back behind your chair and his distinct cologne made its way to your nose.
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