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the girl should know esdee is THEE rapper
omg hi i just read ur kris x reader fic and i actually love it sm .. can i req a kris x reader where like. reader has a FAT crush on them and they’re gonna try asking them out to the festival… pleek and tank u👅
'If you meant it'
in which everyone assumes you'd be asking kris to the town festival... everyone except you that is.
a/n!!: tysm 4 the request!! <333 this is def a lot more dramatic and complicated than it needed to be BUT im a sucker for the miscommunication trope and like... what r u gonna do abt it? go find a different kris fic to read? there r none!!! ♡ (jokes aside i PROMISE ill write something thats just pure tooth rotting fluff soon sry!!!)
You were in love with Kris.
And not the normal, passing kind of love, either. Not the kind you could play cool, or nonchalant about.
This was the kind of love where your diary had pages describing the color of their eyes and the curl of their lashes. The kind where you practiced saying their name under your breath on the walk home, baked cookies the night before just because you thought they could use something sweet.
You followed them everywhere. Not in a weird way, but in the way where you just happened to end up wherever they were. And if that meant walking the long way to class or sitting silently next to them during lunch while they stared at the wall, then so be it. You were committed.
“Do you even breathe when you’re around them?” Susie had asked once, voice halfway between teasing and impressed. “You’re like a dog. Like a really… loyal, lovesick dog.”
You hadn’t taken it as an insult. Honestly, you kind of beamed.
It wasn’t like Kris ever told you to go away. They didn’t talk much to begin with, but they let you hang around, let you talk to them, let you hand them little folded notes you spent all class decorating.
They even accepted the lemon bar you brought that one time, though you were pretty sure they didn’t like lemon. You’d drawn a smiley face on the napkin. It had taken you three tries to get the eyes even.
But no matter how many compliments you whispered, or sweet things you did, Kris never really… reacted. Not in the way you hoped they would. They were nice. Kind, even. Sometimes they looked at you with this soft expression that made your heart skip a number of beats. But they never said anything back. Never returned the compliments. Never asked you questions. Never truly engaged.
You told yourself it was just how they were. That maybe, one day, they’d realize how serious you were. That you weren’t just being silly.
That this wasn’t just a phase.
But it was getting harder to believe. Especially when they kept looking at you like they didn’t really believe you. Like maybe, deep down, they thought you’d grow out of it.
You hoped they were wrong. Because you didn’t feel like you were growing out of anything.
If anything, your feelings multiplied every time they looked at you.
And you bet your feelings would still be there by tomorrow, and the day after that, and by the day of the festival, and into the following year.
The last bell had rung, and the hallways became loud with the sound of slamming lockers, shuffling feet, and chatter.
You clutched the strap of your school bag as you stepped out onto the front steps of the school, letting the autumn breeze ruffle your hair. The sun hung low, soft orange light shined across the courtyard, and there they were.
Kris, Susie, and Noelle walking ahead on the sidewalk like they always did, laughing at some dumb thing Susie had said. You stayed back, hanging near the bike racks, pretending to dig around in your bag like you weren’t watching them out of the corner of your eye.
You didn’t even mean to stare this much. It was as if your eyes automatically locked on them anytime they were in your vicinity or something, dragging you along behind them. You just liked being near them, even from a distance. Hearing their voice. Watching how they walked with their hands in their pockets and their hair ruffling in the wind. It made your chest ache in the warmest, softest way.
Susie suddenly elbowed Kris with a smirk, jerking her thumb over her shoulder.
“Your little puppy’s back there again.”
You froze, breath catching in your throat. Not that you hadn’t heard the nickname before, it wasn’t exactly subtle, but still, hearing it like that made your ears burn.
Kris glanced back just briefly. Just for a second. Then looked forward again.
“They’re just going that way.” they mumbled, quiet and clipped. Almost too casual. Like brushing off a piece of lint.
Noelle made a little humming sound. “I think it’s sweet…”
But you weren’t listening anymore. Your hands gripped your bag tighter as something unsure poked at your heart. You turned your eyes down toward the sidewalk and finally started walking in the opposite direction, heart feeling just a little heavier than it had before.
You told yourself it didn’t matter. That their obvious disinterest wasn't a big deal.
Not knowing that just a few feet away, Kris was overthinking the interaction just the same.
They walked a few steps behind Susie and Noelle, quiet, hands shoved into their pockets. When Susie had made the joke, they barely even looked up.
A sharp kick sent a pebble tumbling down the street.
It wasn’t fair. The way you followed them around, smiled at everything they did, said things that made their chest ache. The way you looked at them like you meant it.
'Because… you don't.'
Just a phase. A harmless crush.
That’s what they told themself every time you clung to their sleeve or gave them some sweet, silly little gift. Just a phase. You’d get over it. You had to.
Because if you didn’t, if you actually meant it, then… you’d say that… wouldn't you?
This was a problem Kris has always had, ever since they were little. The way people expected them to just know how they felt. To pick up on hints, read between the lines, decipher a look like it was obvious.
Because it never was. Not to them.
They were good at observing, sure. But when it came to feelings, especially feelings about themself, it was like everything became a guessing game. If someone liked them, they expected to be told directly. No guessing. No assuming. No confusion
And you were… the most confusing of them all. And they despised that.
But at the same time, they couldn’t push you away.
Because truth be told, they liked your company. Your gifts, your compliments, your presence as a whole.
So they stayed quiet. Hoping you’d drift away on your own.
And hated how much they didn’t want you to.
. . .
The walk home felt longer than usual.
Maybe it was just the way the sky was starting to gray with clouds, or how the wind blew a little harder, or how you kept staring at the ground even though you weren’t really watching where you stepped. Your hands stayed shoved in your pockets the whole time, thumb brushing the edge of the wrapped candy you had meant to give to Kris after class.
You’d been carrying it around since the day before. It wasn’t anything fancy. Just a little piece of chocolate wrapped in pink foil. You’d folded a small note to go along with it, writing their name on the tag three times, trying to get the letters just right. Just something small. Just something to make them smile.
But it had stayed in your pocket.
You knew they liked sweet things. You knew how they always quietly accepted anything you gave them, even if they didn’t say much. But today, something had felt off. You hadn’t been brave enough. And the way Kris had avoided Susie’s teasing all day, not even glancing your way, had sent your stomach sinking.
Still, you told yourself it was okay.
By the time you reached your street, the wind had picked up and the trees were rustling low and loud. You looked up once then kept walking until you were in front of your house.
Inside, the quiet was deafening.
You removed your shoes carefully, hung your bag on its usual hook, and made your way towards your room.
It welcomed you with it's colors and familiar clutter.
You hesitated before sitting at your desk.
The small note was still crinkled but neat. You set the chocolate down beside your lamp and stared at it for a long time.
It wasn’t the first time you’d brought them something. You did it all the time. You liked seeing their expression (or lack thereof), liked when they took it without saying much but always remembered to eat it later and tell you they liked it. You liked how they didn’t tease you like Susie did, or blink at you all confused like Noelle. Kris just… let you like them.
And you did.
So, so much.
They hadn’t said anything cruel. But they hadn’t said anything at all.
You kept thinking about how easy it was for Kris to laugh with Susie, to talk softly with Noelle. How natural they looked together, how much history and closeness there was between them. You never felt out of place until you saw them all walking side by side and realized you weren’t really part of that picture.
Still, that was okay.
You opened your journal, the one that stayed tucked safely in the drawer under your pens and stickers. You flipped past the pages full of hearts and clumsy doodles of Kris’s smile, the pages filled with sweet little daydreams, like pretending they knew how much you cared, and liked you just as much back.
Tonight’s page was quieter.
You didn’t write much. Just a few honest thoughts. A soft kind of acceptance. Not sadness, not bitterness. Just something like growing up.
Maybe Kris didn’t take you seriously. Maybe they thought it was just a silly crush. And maybe… maybe they were right.
You paused, pen hovering. That part stung.
Because you knew your feelings were real.
You couldn't see a universe in which they weren't.
You loved them. Not just because you were lonely, or because they were cool, or because you were bored. You loved the way you felt around them. It was warm like rays of sunshine, fresh like a field of flowers.
But maybe Kris didn’t see it that way.
Maybe they just thought you were being cute. Harmless. Something to be humored until it passed.
So, you wrote what you could. You didn’t ask the question you’d planned to ask for weeks. You didn’t write about walking together under festival lights or sharing a snack while music played in the distance.
Instead, you wrote about how you hoped they’d have fun. That they’d laugh with Susie and Noelle. That they’d enjoy themselves, because they deserved that. They deserved to have a good time with the people they liked being around.
You smiled at that thought. A little one. Real and small and shaky.
If you really loved someone, you were supposed to want them to be happy.
You slid your notebook shut, carefully, and stood up to shove the foil wrapped candy into your desk drawer.
Tomorrow, maybe you wouldn’t cling to Kris. Maybe you wouldn’t trail after them down the hall. You wouldn’t stop liking them, of course. But maybe you’d stop hoping they liked you back.
Just a little.
You’d still smile at them. You’d still be happy when they were happy. But maybe from a bit farther away.
Because if they were going to the festival… They should go with people they liked. People who made them smile.
And if that wasn’t you, then… That was okay. You’d still root for them.
You pulled your blanket tighter and shut your eyes.
You were going to be fine.
. . .
Something was off.
Kris couldn’t have said why, exactly. Nothing was different. Not really. Susie was loud, Noelle was cheerful, the halls were the same muted beige. But something was off.
They realized what it was when they finally slid into their seat.
You hadn't greeted them.
You didn’t look for them, or smile happily when they walked in. There was no cookie or candy on their desk either, no handwritten sticky note with a tiny heart drawn at the bottom. No compliment. No quiet giggle. No lingering glance.
Just you, already sitting down, doodling half heartedly in your notebook with your head low.
Kris blinked.
They hesitated for a moment before clearing their throat. “…Hey.”
You looked up like you hadn’t expected them to speak. “Hi.”
And then, you smiled. Soft and small.
Polite.
Not the kind of smile that said I’ve been waiting all night just to talk to you again.
It was… normal. So normal it felt odd.
You turned back to your notebook before they could say anything else.
Kris didn’t know what to do with that. So they sat still. Thinking. Watching you from the corner of their eye. You weren’t ignoring them. Not really. You weren’t mad either. You just seemed a little… sad. Like you were trying hard not to be.
Then the realization settled slowly,
You hadn’t said good morning.
You always said good morning.
They couldn’t explain the quiet panic they felt after that. Couldn’t explain why they kept glancing your way the entire class, waiting for something familiar, some smile, a joke, a compliment, anything.
But you stayed quiet. Your head bowed.
And class went on. Peaceful. Normal.
They hated it.
. . .
The cafeteria was loud with the usual lunchtime energy, trays clattering, laughter and happy chatter. Kris sat at one of the tables, half-listening to Noelle ramble about something school-related. They hadn’t touched their sandwich.
Their eyes kept drifting.
You were seated at a far corner of the cafeteria with some of your other friends, quietly eating with your head down, not engaging in their conversation. No greetings. No big smile. You hadn’t even waved at them when you walked past earlier.
It was strange.
“Missing your fan club?”
Kris blinked. Susie was standing beside the table now, an apple in one hand, her tone a little mocking.
Kris raised a brow. “What?”
Susie flopped down across from them, took a bite of her apple, and nodded in your direction. “You’ve been watching them since lunch started. It’s kinda weird without ‘em glued to you, huh?”
Kris shrugged, casual. “Guess they got bored.”
They said it smoothly, like it didn’t matter. Like the way their stomach twisted at the sight of you sitting so far away was just hunger.
Susie paused mid-bite, talking with her mouth still full. “Honestly, I was sure they were gonna ask you to the festival.”
Kris didn’t respond.
She watched you a second longer, then turned her head back towards Kris. “Guess not, though.”
They stayed quiet, shoulders relaxed like nothing was wrong, but they couldn’t stop watching you. Couldn’t ignore the empty space next to them that you used to fill. Couldn’t figure out why it felt like they were missing something they never admitted they wanted.
This should’ve been fine. This was what they’d been waiting for, right?
You getting over it. Moving on. Proving it was just a phase.
So why did it feel so awful?
They looked away again, trying not to sigh.
They should’ve felt relieved.
“…You don’t think they’ll still ask?”
Kris’s voice was low, like the question had slipped out on accident. They didn’t even face Susie when they said it, eyes looking to a random corner of the cafeteria.
Susie blinked. She tilted her head, brow raised slightly, and then it hit her.
After a pause she shrugged, biting into her apple again and backtracking on her words. “Pfft. Probably will. Maybe they’re just having a rough day or whatever. Give it a day or two.”
Kris nodded once, slowly. They had nothing to say to that. Because they didn’t believe it.
If it were just a bad day, you’d be next to them. Whispering complaints. Tugging on their sleeve, and sulking. You wouldn’t be sitting all the way over there, quiet, like they didn’t exist.
This wasn’t just a mood.
Something was had changed.
And Kris didn’t know what to do with the part of them that didn’t want it to.
. . .
A day or two she said.
It had been three days.
Three days since you’d stopped walking with them.
Three days since you’d stopped saying good morning.
Three days since you started pretending you were obsessed with them.
And Kris was starting to lose it.
They wouldn’t say that out loud, of course. On the outside, they were still the same, calm, quiet, unreadable. But inside? It was awful. Every morning, they found themself unconsciously slowing down near your locker, waiting for your usual smile, only to be met with silence.
They kept catching themself watching you across any room, wondering if maybe you’d look back. But you never did.
The worst part was how… normal you seemed. Not upset. Not angry. Just distant.
And Kris hated it.
Not because you weren’t being annoying in the usual way. But because it made them feel like they’d imagined all of it, your sweetness, your devotion, your love. They’d been so sure it was just a crush, one you'd get over. But now that they were being proved right...
It hurt.
They leaned against the lockers after class that day, eyes narrowed at the floor, eyes glaring daggers at it. Susie came up beside them, chewing gum and raising an eyebrow.
“Trying to explode the building with your mind? Doesn't work, trust me.”
Kris didn’t answer. Just looked up at her before their eyes drifted to something further away.
Susie followed their gaze and sighed. “Still acting weird, huh?”
A small shake of the head.
"You scare ‘em off or somethin'? Thought they were totally head over heels for you..." She muttered as she continued to look at you.
Kris didn’t reply to that one either.
Because if they did, they might’ve said something like “Me too.”
Or worse. “I wish they still were.”
. . .
You stopped looking for them in the halls. Stopped trying to catch their eye.
It hurt, but what else could you do? They seemed fine. Like your absence hadn’t made a difference. If they’d cared, even a little, they would’ve shown it.
So you smiled when it hurt, stayed quiet when you wanted to speak, and told yourself it was better this way.
Maybe it really had all been one-sided. Maybe they had only ever tolerated you, your compliments, your sweets, your clingy, lovesick puppy crush, because they were a kind person.
But you didn’t let yourself move. Didn’t let yourself cave. Because how could you walk back to someone who had never really wanted you there in the first place?
You glanced across the cafeteria. Kris sat between Susie and Noelle, expression unreadable, as always.
You wished they looked a little less okay. Then maybe this wouldn’t feel so much like rejection.
. . .
But Kris wasn't okay.
It was getting worse. And every time they saw you, ducking your head, walking fast, ignoring them, they wanted to grab you by the wrist and just ask.
What happened?
It made their chest tight. It made them angry. Not at you, never at you, but at the situation. At how bad everything had gotten, and at how helpless they felt to fix it.
They’d spent so long convincing themself your feelings weren’t real. That it was a crush. A game. Something you’d grow out of.
But now that you were gone, they were desperate to have you close again. And it terrified them.
Because if you’d meant it, if you’d really felt something…
Then you’d walked away for a reason.
And Kris wasn’t sure they were ready to hear what that reason was.
. . .
Lunch was loud, as usual.
Susie was halfway through the lunchbox Noelle had packed her, rice stuck to her cheek, mouth full, talking anyway.
“They ask you to the festival yet?” she mumbled around a mouthful of food.
Kris blinked, caught off guard. Their gaze flicked across the cafeteria automatically, searching, like they couldn’t help it.
They shrugged, reaching for their drink, trying to play it cool. “No.”
Susie swallowed, eyeing them for a second. “Huh.”
That was all she said. Just that.
But the second she looked away, Kris’s expression shifted.
They hadn’t realized it until she brought it up.
You hadn’t asked.
You always said weird stuff, bold stuff, over-the-top crush stuff.
And now… nothing.
Kris pushed their food around their tray, appetite gone.
They told themself that it didn’t matter. That it was better this way.
Kris kicked their sneaker against the cafeteria floor.
They didn’t understand.
Wasn’t this what they wanted? For you to grow out of it?
They should’ve felt relieved. But they didn’t.
They needed answers, before their head exploded.
. . .
It started with something small.
They don’t leave the classroom right away when the bell rings, instead lingering near your desk like they’re organizing something in their bag. You glance up once, nervous, and then quickly back down, pretending to fix the straps of your own.
They wait a few seconds longer, like they’re giving you a chance.
A chance to ask them to the festival.
But you say nothing. You don’t even smile.
That night, Kris tells themself it was fine. That maybe you were just tired.
. . .
The day after, they try again.
They take the long way to the cafeteria just so they can pass you in the hall.
Your eyes catch for half a second. You offer a tiny wave.
And Kris says “hey” like it’s no big deal, like they’re not secretly hoping that you’ll stop them, say something, do anything... You don’t.
. . .
By Friday, Kris has almost given up.
They sit at the end of their table at lunch so they’re in your eyeline. They hold the door open for you between breaks.
All while thinking, maybe if I’m just… available, they’ll say it. They’ll ask. And I’ll know.”
But it wasn’t working.
And with every passing day of you not asking, their patience wears thinner. The confusion deepens. They tell themselves your crush was fake. That you’re over it. That they should be happy about that.
But it doesn’t feel like relief.
It feels like the worst news they've ever heard, thoughts strong enough to split their brain in two.
Kris didn’t hear the end of whatever Susie was saying.
Not after they caught a glimpse of you out of the corner of their eye, slipping out of the cafeteria with your tray barely touched. Head down. Shoulders sagging.
They were standing before they even thought about it, the lunch table loud against the floor. The edge of their tray caught their sleeve and nearly clattered to the ground, but they really couldn't care less.
Susie blinked. “Yo? Where are you–”
But Kris was already walking. Fast.
They didn’t know what they were going to say.
They just knew they couldn’t take it anymore.
They found you just outside the cafeteria doors, halfway to the stairs, and called out without meaning to,
“Why haven’t you asked me?”
You turned slowly, confused.
“What…?”
Kris stopped in their tracks, brows furrowed.
“The festival.” they said, voice tight, just barely keeping itself together. “You haven’t asked me.”
Your mouth opened, then closed again.
“I waited.” they went on, frustration in their voice. “I gave you time. I thought you building up to it– or– I don’t know. But every day you don’t say anything it’s just–”
They made a noise of exasperation and looked away.
“Why aren't you pretending to like me anymore?” they muttered finally.
You stared at them, stunned.
“Pretending…?”
You echoed, like you hadn’t heard right. Your voice came out smaller than you meant it to.
“I wasn’t pretending?”
They didn’t look at you, jaw clenched tight.
“All the nice things I said. All the time I spent with you. I just really liked being around you.”
You looked down. “Maybe too much.”
"Every time I followed you around like, like some loser.” You continued, trying to laugh, but it broke halfway out.
“I really liked you. I still like you. But you–” your voice caught, “you never looked like you believed me. Like you wanted me around at all.”
You looked down at your shoes, blinking fast.
“So I stopped trying. That’s all.”
There was a pause before,
“If you liked me,” they started slowly “then why didn’t you just say so?”
You blinked. “I… I thought I did.”
Kris looked at you, eyes narrowing slightly.
“You were always around. You… brought me stuff. Smiled at me. Said I looked nice. I just… I didn’t know if any of that meant anything.”
You opened your mouth, but nothing came out.
“People do things like that all the time,” they continued, their words coming out faster with each passing second. “Sometimes just to be nice. Or to mess around. I didn’t want to assume… So I kept waiting.” they said, voice even softer now.
“For you to just say it. That you liked me.”
You swallowed, hands twisting in the hem of your sleeves.
“I thought you knew,” you said, barely above a whisper. “I really thought… I was being obvious.”
Your voice cracked a little at the end, and you looked down. “I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. I didn’t want to push too hard. So I just… I tried to show you.”
You looked up again. “I thought I was showing you every day.”
Kris didn’t answer right away.
And for a second, you panicked, worried you’d said too much, or not enough, or the wrong thing completely.
But then their expression shifted. .
“…You did.” they said finally. Quiet, almost like they were admitting it to themself more than to you. “I just didn’t know how to… read it.”
Another pause.
You shifted, a little nervous under their gaze. “I… I really do like you, you know. I wasn’t pretending.”
Kris looked away, scratching the back of their neck. “Yeah. I… I get that now.”
A beat passed.
“I didn’t mean to act like it didn’t matter,” they mumbled. “It did. I was just– I don’t know. Kinda stupid about it.”
You let out a tiny laugh. “Well. I was stupid too.”
Kris glanced back at you, and for the first time all week, you both looked a little less tense.
You swallowed. “I know it’s late, and I probably ruined everything by waiting but… do you still wanna go to the festival?”
Kris blinked.
Then, slowly, they closed their eyes and let out this big, shaky exhale. Shoulders sagging with relief. And when they looked up at you again, it was with the goofiest, most grateful smile you’d ever seen on their face.
“…Yeah.” they said, almost laughing. “Yeah. I do.”
You let out a breath too, full of disbelief and shaky nerves. “Okay. Yeah. Cool. Coolcoolcool.”
The two of you stayed quiet after that, goofy silly smiles reflecting each other as relief washed over you.
. . .
a/n2: sry for the sudden ending! I felt like i was dragging it ( ;´ - `;) BUT I DO RLLY LIKE THISSS even tho it took me like 4 daysUGH I NEED TO WRITE MORE SELF-DOUBTING KRIS LIKE IDKY BUT SOMETHING ABT CHARACTERIZING THEM LIKE THIS IS JUST SOOO FUNNNN.... would u guys still love me if i wrote them as a stalker....... loser kris who has simply given up on ever confessing their feelings so they stalk and get jealous of anyone able to freely talk to u instead... someone sedate me.
bye.
seongil and yechan being a bunch of cute dorks on learn korea
my favorite dumbasses☹️☹️🤎
what if?
I just know they'd get along in childhood. Voices in my head told me that.
Oasis Maker V.S. The King's Roar.
I am impressed how Leona and Kalim are polar opposites in everything, even in signature spells. Like life and death. As Oasis Maker brings life with its water to the lifeless sands, so King's Roar takes the life away from any being it touches by turning it into the sand.
Anyway - besties. Though I believe Jamil would still try to avoid Leona because of his noble birth.
savanaclaw boys studies! 🏜
facile insights
i keep drawing my boy so i decided do some guide ??? it was mostly for myself but ended up really cute so… Also his design looks waaay more younger then before because now he is baby (and oficially a 1st year), so yeah, one braincell only
Ruggie sees Yuu as a little house-pet, and we, as a Fandom, do not talk enough about that!
He compares Yuu to an excitable puppy, and he calls them a kitty in his dorm room summon. Like forget about the shrimpy nickname for a second, I want people to start making Kitten Yuu instead of shrimp yuu! We are Ruggie's little pet, and I will be the person to make kitten yuu if not one else will.
THIS TSLK MORE ABOUT THIS PLEASE
Well, Ruggie has a habit of just looking out for Yuu as he feeds them on multiple occasions with no apparent strings attached which is odd for a character that never really does something for free
Of course there are still multiple occasions of Ruggie offering trades to the prefect or not doing things for free but sometime he hints to giving a discount to yuu or still looking out for them. (Ruggie totally could have uncharged us for the fishing lessons but choose not to.)
He also CONSTANTLY gives Yu advice. Like I knew he did it often but when I was looking back at the lines I swear half of them was just Ruggie giving Yu advice of things, seemingly for free as he never mentions trading. The fandom likes to fixate on the 3rd years advising Yuu or their underclassman but honestly looking at all of Ruggie’s lines, he may do it the most.
I love this so much you have no idea!
Thank you so much for the info
Here’s part 3!
More of Ruggie finding the player cute but pathetic
This totally just be me overanalyzing but Ruggie seems to be slightly jealous(?) over the player. Keep in mind all of the screenshots I have of Ruggie being jealous is from his camp wear but he seems to be proping himself up so we go to him instead of someone else. You could argue that it was for Vargas but he also cooks the player dinner. While referring it to “our”
Also I forgot to check 2 cards and found even more lines for Ruggie advising and taking care of the player. Also he invites us to watch spelldrive practice. There’s like 5 more screenshots but I think you get the point that Ruggie looks out for Yuu at least to some extent.
hwang seong-bin as a boyfriend 🐻
i think he may be the most attentive bf in 82major.
he enjoys making you feel special more than anything.
he's so open to you about the way he feels because he's not afraid to be vulnerable with you.
spontaneous dates!!
most dates with seongbin don't even start as dates...
you're walking around and then you find a pretty cafe.
or you pass by a fun looking building...
then boom... best date!
reading dates <3
loves to spend time alone with his favorite person.
actions speak volumes!!
carrying your essentials around for you...
putting your hair up for you if it keeps getting your way.
small things for you that most people wouldn't notice.
but to you know that it's so important to the both of you
shows you his unreleased music before anyone else.
might even write a little song for you who knows ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
seongbin so pookie bear coded y’all don’t get him like i do😢😢😢🙁🙁
the law of being friends with a male: chapter 12 ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡)
genre,, fluff, friends to lovers, slow burn ??
pairing: junghoon x fem!reader
warnings:none i think,,
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taglist ^-^: @dogyunslover @fordohyon
a/n: FINALLY CHAPTER 12! sorry for the wait lol lmk what yall thinkkk this chapter is another boring chapter T-T what do you guys think of bora?? (·•᷄ࡇ•᷅ )
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last night bora texted me before i was about to go to sleep.
*y/n. do you have time to hang out tomorrow?*
i’m at lost in this situation. and the reason for that is simple. among all the people i am currently concerned about, i always happen to hear something about one of them. like the other day at school, everyone was talking about bora, and how she’s SUPER rich. they also talked about how in her last school, there was a lot of people that hated her because she lied a lot. but if she really is a rich person.. she sure doesn’t act like it.
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at school
‘i can’t believe there is a rumor like that circling about bora so soon.. i wonder what else they are saying about her.’
“y/n~~!”
‘oh right.. i forgot we were supposed to meet up!’
“oh hi bora” i wave at her ad she peaks in my classroom.
“are you ready? lets go to the snack bar!”
“ok-“ bora quickly grabs my hand and leads me to the snack bar with a wide smile.
we sit down at a table with for bowls of instant ramen in the middle.
“are you sure you’re fine with these…? i messaged you yesterday because i wanted to buy you something more delicious..i feel like it isn’t right for me to repay you kindness with these..” bora explains looking kind of upset.
“its ok.. I’ve been craving ramen since last night! id rather have this than what they are serving in the cafeteria..” i reassure her with a smile.
“hmm.. then, ill buy you ice cream after this!!’ she exclaims with a determined face.
“hehe if you want to..”
i grab a bowl of ramen and start eating it. i look up at bora and notice she isn’t eating.. but staring at me.
she seemed to notice my confusion so she speaks up.
“y/n..” she says while staring at me.
“hmm?”
“you are so cute.. would you accept my heart..?” she says confidently.
(o/////o " )
“lets not count this and go hang out another time! last time you told me you like hamburgers.. so lets go get some~” she sweetly adds, resting her head on her palm.
no matter how many times i look at it, she doesn't seem like the type to be a liar. the only reason i was uneasy of her was because of jay, but after interacting with her so much.. i think those feelings vanished. although i was worried because of someone else.. i really don't think she’s a bad person. but i can’t help but still wonder.. what’s her story..?
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authors pov
“hi jinsik! where are you going?” said a classmate.
“hi~im going to the cafeteria!” he waves back and sweetly smiles.
“enjoy you food!~
jinsik turns to junghoon, who was walking beside him.
“what do you want to eat for lunch?” jinsik asks the other curiously.
“ice cream.” junghoon shortly say while pointing to the snack bar.
“hmm aren’t you going to drink milk tea today??- oh.. y/n, bora!!” jinsik exclaims as they walk inside.
“oh hi guys have you guys eaten?” bora asks them while waving
“yea we did we just came to eat ice cream.” jinsik answer.
they continue to converse while y/n looks over to junghoon, who was just standing there.
“hi..!” y/n looks up at him and smiles a bit.
“oh, hi.” junghoon avoids eye contact and looks at bora and jinsik, who are fighting over ramen.
jinsik steals a bite of bora’s ramen while she wasn’t looking which caused jinsik to get hit in the head.
y/n laughs at their bickering and finishes her ramen.
“ill buy you a snack! lets make peace.. y/n do you want anything?” he asks while standing up and walking over to junghoon who has been waiting for him.
“im fine..im pretty full..” y/n answers.
they walk off leaving me and bora alone again.
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…
‘why did kim junghoon..avoid eye contact?’
“by the way y/n… are you and junghoon close?” bora asks out of the blue, snapping me out of my thoughts.
“a-are we close? um.. yes! just a bit.. i dont think we are too close though.. just kind of close..?” i ramble while tilting my head.
“um why do you ask?”
“oh just because.. it seemed like you guys were close friends and i was kind of surprised.” bora explains.
“you know he can be a bit “unique”..or maybe i should say he's just too simple? although if i'm being honest.. he looks a bit scary huh?” she tells me while nodding her head a bit.
(。· v ·。) ?
“well whatever.. as you may know i'm not that close to him either and i don't really know him that well.. so, what i'm trying to say is that.. there are other people who are more fun that you can spend your time with..”
“..sooo why dont you try being friends and hang out with different people!? like… me for example” she smiles.
‘i think the rumors were true! she is good at lying.. i know they are close.. I LITERALLY SAW THEM!'
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the law of being friends with a male: chapter 11 ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ
genre,, fluff, friends to lovers, slow burn ??
pairing: junghoon x fem!reader
warnings: a lil bit of violence
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a/n:hello!! ^-^ i feel like this chapter is all over da place ... idk lmk what yall think! this was very rushed (ᵕ—ᴗ—) ALSO on chapter 10 i added a lil more at the end writing in the end so if you wann go read that real quick go ahead LOL its not that important ( ≧ᗜ≦)
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authors pov
“no.. because bo-eun keeps lying to me. im sure that she has been trying to go to junghoon’s house without telling me! i tried to ask him about it.. but he kept denying…” bora complained to jinsik and she made an annoyed face.
jinsik nodded, listening to her rants.
“ugh its so frustrating! he just kept talking about taking pictures with y/n! then he said he heard something strange and walked away right before i started fighting him. i hate when he acts like that..” she rolls her eyes and crosses her arms.
“ALSO WHY IS HE THE ONE TAKING PICTURES WITH Y/N?! I ALSO WANT TO TAKE A PICTURE WITH HER!!”she shouted with her fists up.
“hm thats interesting..” jinsik utters, tilting his head a bit.
“what?”
“junghoon isn’t normally like that that.. but lately he has been playing a bunch of pranks on you..i wonder what the reason is..” he says with a thinking face.
“…hes just gotten more annoying so i font even wanna know about that.( •̀ - •́ )” bora grumbles.
jinsik giggles.
“JINSIK!!!!” jiwoon shouts as she runs full speed up to him and bora.
“huh? jiwoon, what’s wrong? what are you running?” jinsik asks worriedly.
“h-help! y/n and kim junghoon.. are about to fight!!” she pants out.
“what!? where?!”
they follow jiwoon quickly to the classroom. as they enter they see junghoon and y/n next to each other, and junghoon looks at y/n with dark eyes.
just then, bora comes running at junghoon and tackles him to the floor.
“ARE YOU CRAZY!?!! DON’T MESS WITH Y/N!!!” she yells at him.
“w-what happened!? why did you tackle him?!” y/n say, startled.
“you were about to fight weren’t you?!” jiwoon asks while hugging y/n.
“me and junghoon!? we weren’t going to fight!”
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y/ns pov
“ahh.. you guys were just talking?” jiwoon says, slightly embarrassed.
i nod quickly.
“yes! we were just talking! nothing more!’’ i reassure them with a smile.
they look dumbfounded.
“y/n its sorry for startling you..i was just really surprised when jiwoon told us that..” bora comes up to me and holds my hands.
“and you! have you woken up yet? you should be more careful around y/n too!” she shouts at junghoon who gets up confused.
‘i feel like they both of them were pretending that they didn’t see me before snd they actually saw me from the beginning..’
i keep wondering why doesn’t he care about what happened earlier.
10 minutes before
“a-about that… i really didn’t mean to eavesdrop on purpose! i was gonna go up to you but i got flustered when i saw you with someone else and hid, im sorry!!” i say quickly with my eyes shut.
“you were going to come up to me?” he asked.
“y-yes. here.. i bought these for you.. thank you for the pictures..” i push the bag of milk tea up to him.
“oh.”
“i really didn’t hear any of your conversation. seriously! i still apologize for hiding there anyway…”i apologize again.
“you dont have to apologize, i dont mind if you heard.” he plainly says while looking inside the bag.
“i just want to ask you why you left so suddenly. thanks for the drinks.’’
“huh? really then, you are not mad?” i tilt my head.
“not at all. but im still curious about something.”
‘’what is it…”
‘is he going to question about what i overheard?! or could it be about the photos? maybe about bo-eun??’
“you told me the reason why you hid, but.. why did you run away? if you were going to meet me then you should’ve stayed to give me this.” he leans on desk that i'm leaning on.
“oh um.. thats because of your expression.. i dont know it just surprised me..” i answer his questions, looking away.
“my expression?”
“yes.. when you were smiling..” i look down.
…
“you saw me smile?” he asks while looking at me.
i nod and look back at him.
“you saw me smiling…” he repeats while tapping his arm with his opposite finger.
(。 · v ·。) ?
he turns to me and leans scoots closer to me.
“did..i look scary, y/n?” he asks softly while putting his and on the table behind me and comes a bit closer to me.
(o/////o " )
‘did he just..blush a bit-‘
“ARE YOU CRAZY?!! DONT MESS WITH Y/N!!!” bora tackles junghoon on the floor.
end of flash back
‘why did that moment.. make my heart flutter? he leaned in so close.. it surprised me.’
i thought me and junghoon weren’t that close, but he smiled at me! he keeps acting like bora and him aren’t close, but i definatly know they are.
‘i wonder if hes up to something… ill figure you out kim junghoon’
i glare at his back while he walks in front of me.
(≖_≖)
he turns back and i immediately change my face to a smile.
(..◜ᴗ◝..)
“ham jinsik. come with me.” he calls out to jinsik who is walking next to me.
they walk some where else, leaving first.
‘ahh i feel so shy with him now.. i can’t even look at him..this is so hard.’
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“what did you want talk about junghoon? jinsik asks.
“jinsik. look.”
(pretend this is junghoon (ᵕ—ᴗ—)
(。 · v ·。) ?
“how was it?” junghoon asks.
“how was what..” jinsik replies, holding back a laugh.
“you didn’t see?? here ill do it again.” he does the “smile” again.
“hmm” jinsik giggles a bit.
“does it look scary?” junghoon questions.
“uh try again! i think if you do it again ill figure it out..”
junghoon does the smile once again with makes jinsik laugh out loud.
“why are you laughing.”
“haha~ that was funny! but why did you randomly ask about your smile?” jinsik wipes his tears from laughing.
junghoon thinks about the moment he had with wy/n earlier, and about what she said about his smile.
“i just thought that maybe my smile was scary.”
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the law of being friends with a male: chapter 10 ( ー̀εー́ )
genre,, fluff, friends to lovers, slow burn ??
pairing: junghoon x fem!reader
warnings: noneee,,
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a/n: im back :ppp kinda boring chapter but i promise it gets more juicier!! lolll i hope yall like itt!!
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‘‘..what are they talking about!?’
“because of this morning, moon bo-eun..” i hear one of them say.
‘ohh they’re talking about bo-eun.. not me. moon bora’s younger sister right?’
i continue to lay on the floor but it got quiet
‘did they leave..? why is it so quiet.’
i get up to peak and see them still there but, junghoon was smiling and laughing.
i fall back on the floor and quickly crawl away from the area, not realizing i left all the milk tea on the floor.
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“y/n~ lets do a long jump challenge! loser has to mop the floors! you better be ready i have a special talent for this-“ jiwoon stops as she notices me not paying attention
“heeey~ y/n~ what’s wrong? what are like this?” she shakes my body a couple times.
‘that smile..’
that was the first time i even seen him smile like that. he looked so bright… its like moon bora brings out another side of him.
'why did he smile so bright!?’
“L/N Y/N!!!!” jiwoon shouts while squishing my face.
i shake my head, snapping out of my thoughts.
“huh? oh sorry i was lost in my thoughts.. what were you saying?’’
-_-
“i was talking about the long jum-no wait. what were you thinking about?” she asks curiously.
“i was thinking about.. his smile..” i mumble.
“his smile?? who’s smile?” she questions, confused.
i tell her about what i saw earlier with junghoon and bora, and about him laughing.
“y/n. you’re acting a little weird… why are are you thinking so much about his smile?honestly… i think you’re hallucinating..” she suspects as she squints her eyes.
“forget it..” i roll my eyes and look away.
“HEY NO. HEAR ME OUT! I’ve been watching junghoon too and he doesn’t seem like the type to smile..” jiwoon says while shaking me.
“i think youre just hallucinating because you’ve been have a difficult time with him.. right??”
“hey are you listening to me...?!”
‘i can’t stop thinking about that expression on his face…i dint believe it when jinsik told me.. but now i understand.’
just as i said, kim junghoon really doe has a great smile. however, even though junghoon and jinsik are best friends.. I’ve never seen him smile with him before. if he didn’t do it with jinsik.. then why with bora?
what is their relationship..?
i look over to the side and see that junghoon was standing there at the door.
jiwoon and i jump in shock.
“y/n.. when are you going to be done-“ junghoon gets cutoff by a pillow thrown to his face by jiwoon, who didn’t know it was junghoon.
…
“we are so sorry..” we say in unison after a couple seconds of silence.
“we didnt know that the door was open..” jiwoon adds as she bows apologetically
“its fine. i didn’t know it was open either.” junghoon reassures with a red cheek from the pillow.
‘AHH WHY AM I LIKE THIS!? this is the second time something like this has happened… why do i keep making these mistakes in front of him.. T_T’
“so, y/n, when are you going to finish cleaning?” he asks, snapping me out of my thoughts
“huh? oh.. cleaning.. i just finished.. why?” i say slowly, curious about his answer.
“great. lets talk for a bit. i have something i need to talk to you about.” junghoon straightforwardly says.
“to me? um ok..” i utter and walk up to him.
‘what’s up with this ominous vibe!? does junghoon want to fight y/n?? i won’t let that happen.. ill save you y/n!!’ jiwoon thought as she steps in front of me.
“can i stay with you guys?” jiwoon asks with a determined face.
“no. i only need to talk to y/n.”
…
“o-ok! understood! ill leave!!” jiwoon shouts while running away.
i scoff and turn back to junghoon.
“so what did you need to talk about..?” i question, tilting my head.
suddenly, he puts a bag in my hand. i look down and see it was the bag of milk tea’s i got for him.
(._.)
"i saw you at the back of the building earlier. lying on the ground. hiding.”
‘HE SAW ME?!?’
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the law of being friends with a male: chapter 9 (⌒_⌒)
genre,, fluff, friends to lovers, slow burn ??
pairing: junghoon x fem!reader
warnings: none i thinkk,,
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a/n: yall let me know if this chapter makes any sense i wrote it really quickly LOL ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧
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authors pov
“kim junghoon. you and y/n went out together?” she asks as he walks in with bo-eun on his back.
…
“why does that matt- -…”
“bo-eun!” jinsik shouts, cutting junghoon off.
“i told you to come take your medicine! what you doing there..” he points at bo-eun who is on junghoon’s shoulders.
“i dont want to take it!” bo-eun flaps around as junghoon carries her towards jinsik.
“you have to! you promised the doctor you take it remember? hmm if you dont want it.. then ill drink myself. its strawberry flavored~~ mmm” jinsik teases pretending to drink it.
after he said that bo-eun comes running and drinks the medicine.
“tch.. are you a dog..” bora scoffs while watching the scene.
that day that jinsik had to leave to the hospital, was because he went to see bo-eun who was really sick. right now, jinsik, bora, and bo-eun and over at junghoons house because bo-eun ran away to his house.
“ham jinsik.” junghoon calls out.
jinsik peaks his heading the hallway.
“i got you the book we needed. be sure to take it with you before you leave.” junghoon tells him while pointing over to bag full of books.
“really? thank you~ i thought i would have to go alone to get it..hm did you go with y/n to get it?” jinsik asks curiously, raising an eyebrow
“tch, why are you so curious about that.” junghoon turns around and starts walking to his room.
“ohhh are you changing the subject?” jinsik teases as he tries to follow junghoon, but he ended up with the door slammed in his face.
junghoon sits on his bed and opens his phone to see that y/n texted him back.
*i haven’t gotten it yet. i wanted to go get it this weekend but i'm a bit lazy lol.. did you buy yours?*
junghoon types his answer slowly not noticing bo-eun peeking behind him.
“you type like an old person…” she says seriously while watching him type.
“i know.”
“wow you really type slower than my dad..” she adds while mocking his texting.
“where are bora and jay?” junghoon asks the little one, slightly annoyed by her teasing.
“they went to the convince store! they told me to stay here with you when i said i wanted to go with them.” she pouts.
“they left already..” he questions while looking at bo-eun.
she nods and sits next to him.
“yes. i came in here because I’ve been bored playing by myself. also oppa.. my sister warned me not to return to your house on my own! so i guess we won’t meet so often..” bo-eun says with a hint of sadness in her voice.
“hm.. you can sneak out and come here whenever. just keep it a secret.” he flicks her forehead.
bo-eun cheers and starts jumping on his bed, causing a phone to slip out of her pocket.
“moon bo-eun did someone buy you a phone..?”
she shakes her head ‘no’
“its bora’s! i made her this phone case! isn’t it cool!!” she cheerfully says as she shows him the drawing.
…
junghoon looks at the phone case then remembers his suggestion that jinsik should as bora for a matching phone case.
(¬_¬")
‘’dont show jinsik.”
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back to y/n’s pov
its a new day at school and we have p.e first period.
i sit on the steps waiting for class to start. yesterday, i discovered three things after texting junghoon. first, kim junghoon is slow at texting back. VERY slow. second, he seems to always respond in a similar manner. and third, kim junghoon…
flashback to earlier this morning~
“oh.. the workbook..” i say look at the book thats infant of me.
“i went yesterday to get them. this one is for you.”
back to present.
..hes a better person than i thought.
i look at him from afar and we lock eyes.
i quickly wave at him
“h-hi!” i say awkwardly.
‘jeez.. why did our eyes have to meet right now..’
“hi.” junghoon says softly and gives me a small smile.
the teacher calls him so our eye contact breaks and walks away.
‘he just smiled again..’
i sit there shocked thinking about what just happened.
‘ahh is could get him something and repay him for the book’
i head to the school store and buy a whole bag full of milk tea for junghoon.
‘smiling suits him a lot better..’ i think as i look down at the big bag of tea.
'since he likes milk tea i think this would be enough, right?’
earlier i asked jinsik where he could be and he told me the back of the main building…but hes not here.
‘should i give it to him in the classroom..?’
suddenly i hear rustling. i look around and see junghoon in the side of the building.
‘oh there he is..!’
just as i was about to call out to him i notice hes talking to a girl. i panic and jump on the floor on the other side of the building to hide.
*PLOP*
junghoon looks to the side after hearing something.
“what’s wrong? what is it?” bora asks.
“… its nothing. what were you saying?” he replies waiting for her to continue talking.
meanwhile on the floor~~
‘WHY DID I HIDE!?!?!’
i continue to lay on the floor with the milk tea scattered all around me.
‘i should get up and say hi..normally. but.. i didn't know bora and junghoon knew each other?’
“forget it, what did you two talk about yesterday?” i hear bora ask.
“well, just about the photos we took at the photo booth.”he replied
“you know thats not what im talking about. will you stop chaining the subject?” she says fraustradly
they continue to converse while i just lay there thinking.
‘..what are they talking about!?’
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the law of being friends with a male: chapter 8 ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶
genre,, fluff, friends to lovers, slow burn ??
pairing: junghoon x fem!reader
warnings: none i think!
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taglist ^-^: @dogyunslover @fordohyon
a/n:heres chapter 8!! this was my fav part of the manhwaaa its so cute >_< lmk what you guys think!! im working on chapter 9 rn so that will be out laterr :pppp
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‘was.. kim junghoon.. just smiling..?’
a couple weeks ago~
“as far as i know.. junghoon has probably had that same serious expression on his face since birth.” i tell jinsik before taking bite of my lunch.
jinsik bursts out laughing at my theory.
“dont you think so..? i have never seen him with any other expression! even right now look..” i look at junghoon, who is getting water.. with a serious face.
“is that what you think? you know.. junghoon has a really great smile.” jinsik says while wiping a tear from laughing.
“a great smile (。· v ·。) ?” i tilt my head not believing it.
“yes! he has a wonderful! but he only smiles in front of his closest friends” he explains to me as he takes a bite of his lunch.
“oh i see..”
‘hm does junghoon not see me as a close friend..? he never smiled infant of me before..’
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*WHILE THE PICTURE IS BEING PRINTED PLEASE RETURN ALL THE PROPS~*
i used to think that but.. he just smiled right now.. it was really quick though. i wonder if he thinks that we are close now.
“lets go, should we take the bus?” junghoon’s serious voice snaps me out of my thought.
“oh yes. did you get the pictures?” i ask as we walk out of the photobooth.
he nods and continues looking forward.
‘but.. why isn’t he giving me one.. two pictures come out right?’
i awkwardly looking around trying to see if he is going to give me one.. but he doesn’t.
‘oh.. is it because he was the one paying? should i pay him back..’
i reach into my pocket and grab a couple dollars.
“hey here’s the money for the pictures..” i say as i shove the money in front of him.
“you dont have to.” he blankly says and continues walking leaving me behind.
…
‘’aren’t you coming?” he turns around waiting for me.
i nod catching up to him
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"ahh do you think he threw them away??" i groan to jiwoon, who i decided to call when i got home.
“tch yeah right.. he couldn’t have dont that.. it would’ve been a waste of money if he threw them away dont you think?” jiwoon said over the phone.
i open up my bag and see that the pictures are in there. i smile.
‘huh.. when did he..’
“maybe he didn’t want to give them to you because you looked ugly in them?” she adds, laughing a bit.
earlier at the bus stop
“bye see you at school tomorrow!” i say to junghoon with a smile.
“wait turn around. your backpack is open.” he says while ‘closing’ my bag.
“there.’’
“thank you..” i say nervously and turning back around to him.
he looks away and turns his back to me now, preparing to walk way.
“bye. see you tomorrow.”
end of flash back
’so he actually opened my bag then.. he even drew on them. did i space out for that long?’
i continue looking at the pictures, smiling a bit.
“l/n y/n what aren’t you speaking~ are you worried that he might’ve thrown them away? i mean.. he can’t be THAT mean.” jiwoon utters.
“I THINK WE ARE A LITTLE CLOSED NOW!” i shout while standing up.
“..i dont think that could have happened in these past 30 seconds..” jiwoon comments, with confusion in her voice.
“no, no, i found the pictures in my bag! he even drew on our faces..”
“kim junghoon did that!? you need to send me a picture.. i have to see this.” i hear shuffling on the other end.
“should i ask him if i could send the picture to you? he might feel uncomfortable..but i also never contacted him privately befor-“
“do it.” she cuts me off with a stern voice.
i giggle and mutter ‘ok’
i pul up his contact and start typing up a text
*hi! about the photos from yesterday, can i send them to a friends?*
“AH I SENT IT..” i shout as i throw my phone aside.
i wait a couple seconds and feel my phone buzz
“he replied already? that was quick..” jiwoon says with shock in her voice.
“why am i so nervous to check it- ummm..” i stop speaking after i read his reply
“what happened? did the messages not send?” jiwoon asks confused of my silence.
“um.. he replied but..”
*⸜(。˃ ᵕ ˂)⸝♡ yes of course! hehe you can send them!*
….
‘why is he texting like that….’
(heres the photo booth pic for reference :pp")
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bora’s pov.
bora picked up junghoon’s phone which was open on the counter
*ok ok, the drawings on the last picture was cute! it was really fun today.. see you tmr.*
“hm.. what’s this..? when did he go take pictures with her?” bora mumbles as she reads his text with y/n.
“kim junghoon. you and y/n went out together?” she asks as he walks in with bo-eun on his back.
“…”
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the law of being friends with a male: chapter 7 ( • ̀ω•́ )✧
genre,, fluff, friends to lovers, slow burn ??
pairing: junghoon x fem!reader
warnings: some profanity,,
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a/n:yayyy chapter 7 :ppp this chapter has a lot of dialouge... hehe. i added a screenshot from the manhwa becaue it was super silly LOL i hope yall like this chapterrrr.. dont be afraid to comment on something i need work on (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧
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“hm i understand.. if thats what your heart tells you then thats okay. its true feelings could start to disappear.” jinsik nods, believing my lie.
‘he.. understands?’
if thats the case then, why does my crush on jay seem to grow stronger over time..?
maybe..-
“HOLY SHIT!!” i hear jiwoon scream as she comes running towards us.
“what-what happened?? (҂ ꒦ິヮ꒦ິ)” i say, startled.
“THERES A NEW STUDENT IN THE OTHER CLASS! SHES SO FUCKING PRETTY!!” jiwoon continues to shout, fangirling.
“oh.. a new student..?”
she nods quickly.
“yes!! all the students are talking about her and.. i went to go see-“
“excuse me~ can i pass by?” said familiar voice behind jiwoon.
jiwoon apologizes and steps a side with her mouth widen
“oh so you were here?” the new student says as she walks towards me and jinsik.
“hi bora, it seems like your class is next to mine?” jinsik waves at her and walks to her with a shy smile.
they continue to converse and i space out.
‘so the new student was bora. she transferred here faster than i thought..’
i sigh and continue to look at them.
‘they look great together’
after seeing them together again, its clear that they are made for each other. its not that i'm jealous.. either ways i still have the same relationship i always had with him. i’m lowkey glad i didn’t tell him what i was thinking earlier. its better to not say anything about my feelings for him. i have to act cool and be there for him… as a friend.
suddenly, i hear i slurping sound next to me, snapping me out of my thought.
“why aren’t you putting that on?” a deep voice that belonged to junghoon said as he stands next to me.
i look up at him confused and tilt my head slightly.
he seemed to have read my expression and he points at his forehead while drinking his milk tea.
“ohh my forehead. i forgot.. ill put it on again.” i place the carton on my forehead again and the avert my gaze back to jinsik and bora.
junghoon looks where im looking and huffs.
‘just as i thought’
“l/n y/n.’’ he calls out.
i hum and look up at him again.
“do you like ham jinsik”
…
“no. not at all.” i say blankly as i shake my head profusely.
“hm if not then never mind..” he responds plainly, sipping his tea again.
‘WHY DID HE ASK ME THAT SO ABRUPTLY?! jinsik hasn’t noticed..so i couldn’t have been THAT obvious.”
i start thinking if i said anything to junghoon that made him say that. maybe.. he saw me looking at them melancholically. i mean.. i was just thinking that they look great together.
i look over at them again and then see bora put jinsik in a head lock.
(⊙_⊙)
“ah bora.. i cant breathe..” jinsik grunts trying to get out of her grip.
“you owe me chicken ok..?!” she tells him the loosens her grip.
bora and i lock eyes with each other and she comes running up to me.
“oh? we met yesterday didn’t we!?” she asks energetically while grabbing my hands
i nod slowly, kind of startled.
“ahh no wonder you looked so familiar! you’re jinsiks friend right? i heard so many great things about you!” she says quickly with a big smile.
‘so this is her personality..?’
“im sooo glad to meet you!~~ and we in the same grade tooo! im moon bora~ lets be close! can i have your number?!” she rambles excitedly.
my head spins and she starts throwing a bunch of words at me so fast.
“m-my number?” i say confused.
she nods.
i start to think. it will be more awkward with bora if i get closer to her since.. she’s kind of like a love rival to me. i just have to reject her.
“i wanted to buy something delicious for you as an apology for yesterday~ please” she say softly.
‘AHH HOW CAN I REJECT HER.. SHES TOO NICE T-T’
i tell her my phone number and she quickly copies it down on her phone happily.
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after school, jinsik, junghoon and i decided to go to a cafe before going to a book store.
i start taking pictures of the cupcakes jinsik got for us so i could sent to bora.
ever since then, me and bora started texting each other.
i thought she was going to have soft and gentle personality, but the one that she has… is far from it.
'‘hm it seems you gotten very close to bora huh?” jinsik asks as he sits next to me.
“oh.. you think so? i wouldn’t say we THAT close..’’ i answer.
“but, bora’s personality is very different form what i thought. its a bit..-“
“like a beagle?” he cuts me off and smiles.
i nod at his comparison.
“was soon a you take your eyes off her she jumps all over the place. and she’s really bright! thats why its so fun to be friends with her” jinsik explains while blushing a bit.
“yeah she’s seems like a great friend.” i say with a smile.
we all start eating the cupcakes silently, enjoying the taste.
“ah.. right my birthday is going to be soon.. what do you think would be a great gift that you would feel happy to receive from someone you like?” he asks as he rest his head on his hand.
“she asked me what i wanted as a gift.. but i dint want to be burdensome to her, i just hope it will be something meaningful.” he then says blushing even more.
‘if he already thought of that.. then why is he asking for our opinion..’
“hmm maybe a letter? i dont know there must be something better..” i throw out an idea and continue thinking.
“phone case.” junghoon says blankly before taking a bite of a cupcake.
“..a phone case..?” jinsik asks slightly confused
junghoon nods.
“yes. you can buy one for her then buy a matching one for you.” he shrugs.
jinsik and i look at him impressed.
“oh..” we say in unison.
after we finish eating, we start walking to the book store.
i walk in between the two guys.
jinsik continues to ramble about the phone case idea and we have no choice but to listen.
while walking, we pass by a photobooth truck that catches jinsik’s attention.
“lets do that!!” he exclaims as he grabs me and junghoon’s arm and drags us.
“ham jinsik.. are you serious..” i utter, not impressed with the idea.
“mm please we have enough time to take a picture and then go buy books!” he begs pushes us in the booth.
suddenly, jinsik’s phone ring causing him to step out.
“ill go take this real quick” he smiles and steps away.
i nod and i turn around to see junghoon putting in some money to the machine.
‘this is kind of awkward..’
“hmm what pose should we do..? should we use the props?” i ask junghoon and grabs the nearest prop.
i look down and see i grabbed poop glasses.
…
“um i think ill use these heh..” i say while putting them on.
just then, jinsik comes rushing in with worry in his eyes.
“hey guys..i’m sorry but i need to go to the hospital.. there’s an emergency..i know e promised to go to the bookstore together.”he says apologetically.
“huh? the hospital? if its something urgent then you should go!!” i quickly tell him a motion him to hurry.
he nods and starts walking off
“i'll call you later junghoon.. see you guys.”
we wave goodbye and he rushes away.
‘i hope everything is ok.. im really worried..’
“uh.. should we go too? we can go to the bookstore another day..lets g-“ i turn around and see junghoon with his hands filled with coins.
…
“hm whatever.” he shrugs and stuffs the coins in his pockets and starts walking out.
‘tch what’s wrong with him…’
i think for a second then i finally call out to him.
“hey..since we already here, should we take some pictures…? its ok if you dont want to! its just so we can use those coins! they must be heavy for you.” i ramble as i scratch the back of my neck awkwardly.
‘did i act too impulsively? were not even close enough to take pictures together!!’
“its ok if you refuse! you might hate the idea of us taking a picture-“
“i dont hate it.” he cuts me off as he starts walking towards me.
“huh..?”
“i said i dont hate it. lets take a picture, together.”
he said while walking past me inside the photobooth and stated putting in the coins.
i look back at him in shock.
‘was.. kim junghoon.. just smiling..?’
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the law of being friends with a male: chapter 6
genre,, fluff, friends to lovers, slow burn ??
pairing: junghoon x fem!reader
warnings: kinda creepy silly emoji,,
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a/n: 2 chapters today!! omg jinsik is literallyy y/n and junghoons biggest fan LOL lmkkk what yalll thinkkkk (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)
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“MA’AM! PLEASE BRING ME ANOTHER BOWL!” my best friend, jiwoon shouts with her finger up.
suddenly her mom comes and smacks her with a tray.
“what do you mean by “ma’am”?! aren’t you going to school daughter?" jiwoon’s mom shouts back.
jiwoon and i are currently eating breakfast togehher at her moms restaurant.
“y/n, make sure to eat a lot~ and focus on your studies” her mom says and she puts a thumbs up and smiles sweetly.
i nod and smile back, holding back a laugh after jiwoon got hit.
her mom walks away and jiwoon looks back at me
“so..tell me~ what happened yesterday after you met with jinsik?” she asks while holding her head.
“don’t tell me that as soon as you saw him you pretended to not know him and ran away…” she predicts, hoping it isn’t true.
“uh, about that..”
last night ~
“y/n? i didn't expect to see you here. were you out for a wa-…”
jinsik cut off his sentence when i pull the strings of my hood and hid my face.
…
“..y/n..?”
“im not that person… i have to go..” i say muffled as i start backing away.
i attempt to run away with my hood still covering my face, but i unfortunately bump into a tree.
BAM
“ouchh.”
end of flash back
“HOW DID YOU KNOW..”
jiwoon face palms.
“ahh my best friend is just too predictable..” jiwoon answer as she takes a sip of water.
“why did you do that? you guys are friends, shouldn’t you just say hello and hang out with them for a bit?” she asks confused of my actions.
“it wasn’t that simple..(¬_¬)”
“even if you didn’t want to hang out you could’ve just greeted him and then leave! orrr could it be that you didn’t want to show him your sad expression~” she teases, grinning.
“i mean.. you’re not wrong i guess..’’ i respond as i place my head on the table.
i think it was because i panicked after i heard him say her name..bora. i figured that she’s the one that has jinsik’s heart. so, during yesterdays situation, the mood made me feel like an uninvited guest. they look like they are made for each too.. their visuals are out of this world T-T.
“i made up my mind. from now on… i won’t like ham jinsik anymore!!! now that’s part of the paSt. i dont like him anymore!!” i exclaim with a determined expression on my face.
“HUUH?! YOU SOUND LIKE A PERSON WHO JUST STOPED LIKING HER FAVORITE IDOL!!” jiwoon shouts with her mouth full of food.
“ma’am! can i get another bowl of soup for consolation..”
and just after she says that, her mom slams a tray on her head again.
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i decided to let him go smoothly. im happy with my position as jay’s close friend. ill move on like a cool person and just wish jinsik the best…
*boop*
junghoon and jinsik poke my forehead after noticing it was red.
“what are you guys doing…(。· v ·。) ?’’ i say confused.
“it’s red.” junghoon utters, still poking my forehead
“hm it is..” jinsik repllies as ad looks at my forehead
“what are you guys talking about..AND STOP POKING ME LIKE IM SLIME!”
“y/n, your forehead is really red.. doesn’t it hurt?” jinsik ask with a worry in his voice.
“huh? oh.. i just scratched a bit, it doesn’t hurt that much im fine hehe…~” i quickly say as i hide my forehead with my bangs.
‘is it because of the tree i ran into last night? (╥﹏╥)’
“here.” junghoon puts a cold milk tea carton on my forehead.
“keep it there.”
“oh..ok..” i mumble, slightly surprised.
i grab the carton and look at it.
‘milk..tea…(💢●‸●)’
“im going to the store to buy a new one.” junghoon says while walking away.
‘buy a new one? does he really like these..?
“y/n. is your forehead red because we bumped into each other last night?” jinsik asks hiding a smile.
“you must’ve seen someone else.” i say blankly, not wanting to remember that embarrassing moment.
“tch i know it was you. there’s no way i couldn’t recognize you. why did you pretend you didn’t know me?” he giggles and tilts his head.
“uh… i didn’t do that…( ._. )” i obviously lie as i avoid eye contact.
“dont tell me you were embarrassed~” he teases while covering his mouth with his hand.
“WHAT!?! THATS NOT THE REASON!!!” i shout as i grab his arm.
“then…you weren’t happy to see me…? i was so happy when i saw you tho..T-T” jinsik fake cries and covers his face.
“a-are you crying? dont do that! i was the one you saw yesterday! i just go flustered..” i admit as i try to make him stop crying.
jinsik looks up and gives me his famous toothy grin.
“hmmm~”
‘this jerk really tricked me..’
“ahh you finally admitted it! are you ok now? does it still hurt?” he asks still laughing a bit.
“yes im fine now….and you.. are you not mad with me..?” i say while looking down, embarrassed.
he shakes his head ‘no’ and smiles
“im not mad just a little upset.. but ill be generous and forgive you :p” he jokes and nudges my arm.
i giggle and blush a bit.
“so jinsik, i wanted to talk to you about something…” i tell him as i start walking.
“hm? what is it?”
“im done with having a crush!” i exclaim, looking forward.
“ah.. really? why?” he asks curiously.
“its just that.. well.. uh.. i dint have to like him forever, right? as time goes by it is normal for that feeling to go away.. and i dont think his really interested me.” i fake a sad face trying to give my best performance.
jinsik looks at me surprised and then looks forward also.
“oh.. i see you lost interest..’’
jinsiks pov
‘so she thinks junghoon doesn’t like her..? im not sure about that.. because before at the store he..’
at the store
“huh? milk tea? you always get banana milk?” jinsik asks Junghoon confused on his choice.
“hm i just want to make sure that y/n eats well..”
‘omg..*fanboying* (⸝⸝⸝O﹏ O⸝⸝⸝)’
it wasn’t just that, when he told her to put it on her forehead.. he isn’t the type to be interested in others like that, but he was concerned about her head.
i definitely think he’s interested on her.. even if i didn’t hear it from him directly…I’ve known him for years. i'm sure of it.
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the law of being friends with a male: chapter 5 (∗˃̶ ᵕ ˂̶∗)
genre,, fluff, friends to lovers, slow burn ??
pairing: junghoon x fem!reader
warnings: mentions of blood and fainting,,
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a/n: heres chapter 5 !! i jus wanted to say thank you to my taglist for showing me so much love⸜(。˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ i might post chapter 6 later today! this series is so fun to write LOL i hope you guys enjoy ittt •⩊•
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“aghh.. n-nurse!” i pant out as i run through the nurses door with junghoon on my back.
“j-junghoon! he.. fainted!!” i exclaim
“what?! junghoon!’’ the nurse shouts as she runs up to us.
10 minutes ago~~
“one million and one…one million and two” i grunt as i do sit-ups with junghoon holding my legs. ( ◡̀_◡́)ᕤ
“hey.. you look scary..also what do you mean one million.. just let me count for you.” junghoon says with a blank face.
“huh..?” i let out, out of breath from the 4 sit-ups.
i stop and lay on the floor trying to catch my breath.
“tch, just do one more.’’ he says
“okay.. one more.. ill do it.. quickly…”
i put my arms behind my head and get ready to do another sit-up.
‘lets do this fast…’
i quickly sit up and accidentally bump my head with junnghoon pretty hard
‘’ah!!”
end of flashback~~
“ah.. so how he fainted? and wow you carried him on your back? thats pretty impressi- ah never mind it seems like he was supporting himself with his legs” the nurse and giggles a bit.
“h-huh..?” i utter before junghoon gets off my back and walks perfectly fine.
‘i thought he was on my back..?’
“can i lie down for a bit? i have a nosebleed and i'm a little dizzy.” junghoon explains to the nurse while he walks over to a bed.
“i think your blood circulation is a bigger problem junghoon..lay down for the rest of class.” the nurse says to him with wide eyes as she sees his arms and legs purple due to the tight cloths.
he nods and takes of the jacket and lays down.
i continue standing there, dumbfounded by what happend.
“hm..y/n? do you need help with anything..?” the nurse asks.
“n-no.. ill go now sorry..” i stutter as i smile at her awkwardly .
the nurse leaves and i walk towards junghoon.
“has your nose stopped bleeding.” i ask him looking down, embarrassed.
“sorry for hitting you.”
“hm i'm not sure.. my nose still hurts and i feel dizzy. i think it would be better if i put something cool on it..” he tells me as he looks away.
“maybe two cartons of banana milk..” he sighs out
“ill buy them for you!” i exclaim, not wanting him to hold a grudge on me.
“..or two cartons of chocolate milk..” he adds as he puts his finger on his chin, pretending to think.
“ill buy that too!-“
“and maybe three cartons of melon milk..”
“but isn’t that too much…?’’ i say surprised at his request.
junghoon looks at me with dark eyes after i say that. (¬_¬)
‘he looks…so scary..’
"…okay ill buy th- .. huh?”
i cutoff my sentence after he raises his hand and moves my bangs aside.
“what..?” i ask him confused with his action.
“your forehead is very red. are you ok..?” he asks with a hint of worry in his voice.
“…i,”
“i..i’m ok…i could even break a watermelon with my forehead. do you want to see?”
(•_•)
…
silence fills the air after i say that.
‘oh my god.. its so awkward now..’
“…no thanks.. and just one milk is enough…” he clears his throat and looks away.
“t-then you rest. ill go tell the teacher you’re ok..” i say with a shaky voice while slowly walking backwards towards the door.
SLAM
“..ha..” junghoon smirks as he lays down and covers himself with the blanket
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“hmm? y/n, jiwoon!~ shouldn’t you guys be going home..? and why did you buy so much milk?” jinsik asks as he points at my arms which is filled with 10 different flavors of milk.
“oh, jinsik, his is for junghoon as a apology, i accidentally bumped heads with him during p.e..” i say while smiling.
“were you going to go home together? is he still in class?” i question jinsik not noticing junghoon sneak behind me and placing something on my head.
“no i'm right here.” junghoon plainly says as he suddenly appears next to jinsik.
“oh.. these are the cartons of milk you for! since im sorry for what happened i bought you 10 of them!” i quickly say while placing all the cartons in his arms.
“why do i feel something heavy on my head..” i touch my head and grab a carton of milk tea that was sitting there.
“that’s yours. consider it my way of saying thank you for letting me use your p.e clothes.” junghoon utters, staring into my eyes.
“huh..”
“what about me? i was the one that asked for them~” jinsik jokes as he smiles.
“i also went with her to buy all the milk~” jiwoon joins as does the same toothy smile as jinsik.
“i'll wash the p.e cloths and return them tomorrow. my blood from the nosebleed is all over it.” junghoon ignores the two and starts walking away.
“hey why are you running away?” jinsik giggles
junghoon tells him to hurry so they could walk together.
“see you tomorrow girls!” jinsik smiles and catches up with junghoon.
‘wow i can’t believe he bought me this drink..’
i tear the straw from the side and pierce the it in the designated hole.
‘mm it tastes good..’
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‘AHH I CANT SLEEP AT ALL!’
i sit up in my bed, wide awake. because of the caffeine in the milk tea, i can’t get to sleep.
‘did kim junghoon buy me that milk tea as revenge..?’
i get up and put on my hoodie, planning on heading outside to try to get tired.
i walk to the neighborhood park and sit on the swings.
“if i didn’t have that caffeine i wouldn’t be up this late…” i mumble to myself and i swing back and forth.
i was supposed to meet with jiwoon in the morning so we could have breakfast before we go to school but i'm up so late..
“ugh kim junghoon..i won’t be the only one feeling this pain.. i'll buy to the same milk tea tomorrow..” i scowl as i continue swinging with my eyes closed.
“excuse me..”
i open my eyes and see a little girl maybe about 8 years old.
she had short hair and big dark eyes.
“oh..hi?” i stop swinging as i look at the little girl, confused on why she’s outside alone.
“hi..” she says softly still staring at me.
“uhh.. is there a problem? do you need help?” i ask slightly worried.
“can i swing with you..? it looks fun!” she says with a cute smile as she points at the swing im on.
“oh sure! are there any adults who came with you? if your lost.. i could lend you my phon- what are you doing..?” my eyes widen as the little girl puts one foot on the side of me.
suddenly she pushes off her other leg and jumps on the swing with me. the swing is going up really high and aggressively.
“AHH!!’’ i shout while holding on to the ropes tightly.
“ISNT THIS FUN~!” the little girl shouts back and giggles.
“MOON BO-EUN!!” someone yells causing bo-eun to stop swinging.
“what are you dong here? told you to wait for me at the elevator..” the lady says, crossing her arms.
“hmph! i told you i wanted to go to the playground! and you didn't let me go! T-T” bo-eun grunts.
i continue sitting on the swings watching the scene, still a little shocked from the swinging.
“you little- what would you have done if you got into trouble huh?!” the lady shouts as she puts bo-eun in a head lock.
“ahhh! i only rode on the swing with that lady in the black hoodie." bo-eun shouts back while pointing at me.
the lady stops and looks at me.
“im really sorry for my little sister, she ran away without telling me, im sorry if she annoyed you..” she explained with apologetic eyes.
‘wow.. she’s really pretty.’
“oh dont worry, i had fun on the swing with her. im glad everything is ok now..” i answer back with a smile
the older sister tells bo-eun to apology quickly so they can leave.
“sorry! ill give you a more run ride next time!” she say enthusiastically and smiles cutely.
“ah.. thank you.. take care” i answer and wave at them.
‘gosh its been so long since i swung like that..’
“bora!”
‘wait that voice sounds familiar..’
i look around and see jinsik walking up to the sisters.
‘jinsik? and he just called her bora.. no way..’
i notice jinsik recognizes me and his face brightens.
“oh.. y/n?”
(⊙︿⊙)
the law of being friends with a male: chapter four •ᴗ•
genre,, fluff, friends to lovers, slow burn ??
pairing: junghoon x fem!reader
warnings: none i think,,
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a/n: short chapter again >.< ill post chapter 5 later today !! it will be a long one :ppp lmk what you guys think of the series so far!!
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“ok class! today we are going to work on sit-ups.. all of you do it for about 20 minutes.. then ill give you free time after.” the p.e teacher shouts to us after he blows his whistle
i look around and see junghoon walking away with the teacher. i notice my p.e clothes on him really made his back stand out.
' i never noticed how built he really is.. i can't take my eyes off of his broad back.'
“y/n you coming with us?” jinsik called out to me snapping me out of my thoughts.
i nod and walk up to jinsik and my other friends.
jinsik and i partner up for the sit-ups. i hold his legs as he starts doing the exercise.
“jinsik.” i say as i look at him go up and down.
he hums as he continues exercising while looking at me, waiting until i keep speaking.
“so uh.. are those rumors true..? about junghoon?” i ask hesitantly.
“hm? what rumors?’' he says confused as he stops doing sit-ups.
“ah.. you know. the ones about him getting into fights in middle school.”
“oh there’s a rumor like that?” jinsik answers tilting his head a bit.
“its quite a famous rumor.. even i heard it!”
“me too. that’s why im a bit scared to talk to him..”
jiwoon and jinsiks friend, yujun, butts in after they over hear our conversation.
“hm.. i didn’t know there was such a rumour.. but that’s impossible. when junghoon was in middle school.. he was in the dance club.” jinsik say clearing all the rumors.
‘dance..?’
“really!?” jiwoon, yujun, and i shouts in unison.
our p.e teacher looks in our direction and blows his whistle.
“what are you doing? come on we don’t have all day! and jinsik! come over here.” the teacher exclaims interrupting our conversation.
“ok!..i have to go. ah, but..” jinsik turns to me and leans in closer.
"if you’re really so curious, then why dont you ask junghoon directly?” he says in a low tone
“i think its a perfect opportunity to strike a convo with him, right y/n?” he then whispers and gives me his famous smile.
at the moment, i felt my heart stop and i couldn’t stop my face from turning red.
“ah.. ok..” i answer nervously
’why did that make my heart flutter… he has such a pretty face.. but he’s pretty oblivious..’
“kim junghoon! partner up with y/n. i have to go.” jinsik tells junghoon and walks to the p.e teacher who needed help.
‘that bora girl that jinsik likes.. what kind of person could she be? im sure she’s really pretty.. and he said she’s tall. she probably has a great personality too.’ i start thinking to myself as i space out while looking at jinsik.
‘ill find out once she transfers her.. but still, even though im curious, i don't want to see her in person.’
“y/n-“ junghoon stops himself as he sees my attention on jinsik. he looks at jinsik then looks back at me.
“hmm..”
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