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(TW: parental fighting, flirty jungwon)
YANG JUNGWON… as one of the most popular boys in school, flirtatious and smart. He’s also the boy next door, who you’ve known since you moved in. He can be a pain in the butt, often picking at how temperamental you may be, while you’re calling him out for messing around too much with girls.
However, when parental fights get too loud at night, you find yourself escaping through your window and climb to his fire escape. A few knocks from you and you see him stirring awake. Once he sees you, pajama clad, he puts on a top and pulls open the window. “Come in,” he motions with his head. You thank him and prepare your place on the floor next to his bed. “You have a long day tomorrow, sleep on the bed.”
“It’s okay, I’m good with sleeping on the floor,” you reply.
“I won’t bite,” Jungwon yawns, “unless you want me to,” he finishes with a teasing smirk and half lidded eyes.
“You disgust me, Yang,” you deadpan. He lets out a raspy chuckle, shaking his head before pulling out the extra pillows from his closet and setting them on the other side of the bed. You sigh and tentatively lay down on the bed as he follows suit, pulling the blankets over the both of you.
Shortly after you fall asleep, Jungwon props himself up on his elbow and admires you. They’re so pretty. He reaches over to turn off the lamp and then kisses the top of your forehead.
“Hope you dream of me, (Y/n).”
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SUMMARY. you start ignoring jungwon and he doesn’t like it.
it’s a well known fact that jungwon and you didn’t get along. whenever you tried discussing in class, he’d refute your claims with better statements. whenever he was talking to students and staff, you’d call him out on his artificial behavior. however with your grades not being the best, you stopped taking time out of your day fighting with jungwon to better them. eventually and unknowingly, you just stopped acknowledging the boy in general. it went on for a good period until he was standing at your library table.
“(y/n), let’s talk,” jungwon said.
“sorry, kind of busy right now,” you said, tilted your head towards the stack of projects you’ve been procrastinating on while trying to beat your high score on subway surfers.
“too busy to spare a few minutes for me?” he scoffs. “you’re not even doing real work.”
you place your phone down and raise a brow at him. “what’s your problem?”
“my problem?” he asks, almost in disbelief. “what’s your problem, (l/n)? you suddenly stop with your remarks, and start ignoring me altogether. it’s like I never even existed to you and no matter what I've tried doing, I get no response. did I do something to make you mad? tell me, because I can’t stand this,” he angrily replies.
YANG JUNGWON... as the kid with too many piercings and red hair with his natural roots peaking out. you, needing community service hours, volunteered at an animal shelter where you encountered him. sharp feline eyes and a cocky smirk adorning his face, every time you had an interaction it was blatantly awkward. him trying to flirt and you waving it away. then after a particularly flirty customer leaves and you enter the break room, jungwon’s pushing you against the wall and asking, “what’s he got that i don’t, doll?”
RED
loving jungwon is like red
it was 6:36 pm. classes ended quite a while ago, and now here you were with bruised knees and a very haphazardly put on bike helmet in front of jungwon’s nice two story house. taking a deep breath in, you gently threw your bike to the sidewalk before walking up to the front door and pressing the bell.
it felt like forever and you were soon about to throw up until the door opened. “(y/n)?” jungwon said in surprise.
“hi,” you replied. you felt your mouth suddenly go dry and your panting had subdued. “jungwon.”
My Dream Boy!
Chapter 2: With them
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Before Jungwon could strike up another conversation after rendering you speechless, Wonyoung and Junhyuk grabbed you by each arm and whisked you away to the cafeteria.
“What was that/You actually have a boyfriend?!” The both of them shouted in your face.
You blinked before breaking out into a fit of laughter.
“You broke her,” Junhyuk deadpanned.
“(Y/n)?!”
The two looked at you with concern and interest as your laughter slowly died down.
“It’s a funny story really, and I don’t know exactly how it happened,” you grasped your stomach. “Oh man, I think I’m going crazy.”
Wonyoung blinked before grinning, “if you think you’re going crazy, imagine how we felt seeing you interact with the opposite sex for once.”
“What’s that supposed to mean, Jang?” Junhyuk said offensively.
As they continued to bicker and eventually forget about the topic of Yang Jungwon, you smiled to yourself.
Despite how annoying they may be, they know when to give you space. Your eyes drifted over to the other table where you saw Jungwon interacting with a few other boys.
While he’s talking to a blond haired guy, he catches your eye and smiles gently at you. Man, is he actually real?
“Oh?” Someone from his table teased, “Did someone catch our Jungwonie’s eye?” You ducked down and pretended to be immersed in your best friends conversation so that the attention could be diverted elsewhere.
From the corner of your eye, you could see his slight frown at your actions before he looks back at his friends. “Yeah,” he sighs, “But they’re not taking responsibility for it.” His table goes wild at his response and your entire table looks towards them. You hesitantly make eye contact with Jungwon who’s already looking at you, eyebrow raised and with his chin resting on the palm of his hand.
Gosh, today felt like a century. After lunch, you had PE which thankfully wasn’t shared with Jungwon. He seemed to encapsulate your mind, which to be fair was expected but also scary. You forgot to bring your gym bag so you went back to class to attain it.
“Should we go to a mixer?” One boy asked excitedly. You stop and duck under the classroom windows now you realize that the classroom was inhabited.
“Pass,” Jungwon yawns.
“Oh come on! It’s our last year! You don’t want to get a girlfriend?” You recognize that voice as the cheery upperclassman, Sunoo.
“Please, he’s too caught up on that one person,” Ni-ki teases. “It’s almost embarrassing about how focused he is on them.”
“Now that you say that, why are you so hung up on them, Jungwon?”
You raise your head up slightly to peak in and see Jungwon leaning back on his chair to face the two boys, speaking as if he was stating the obvious.
“What can I say? I feel like I exist when I’m with them.”
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TUESDAY, ONCE MORE
the cute bobarista caught your eye and luckily for you, you seem to have caught his as well!
you remember the first time you came to the boba store by the corner of the public library- tuesday at 12 pm. it was cute, and the drinks were mediocre but oh man were you blown away by the cute guy working behind the counter. hearing your name and your order number never seemed so attractive until now.
“he kept looking your way when we were waiting for our drinks,” your friend said nonchalantly as they drank their milk tea. you almost passed out on the spot.
“you couldn’t have told me this in the store?” you complained. does this mean you have a chance? you didn’t even catch his name because of the lack of name tag.
DEJA VU
(TW: slight yandere themes)
you don’t know what happened. you woke up in a romance novel you had read and now were the main antagonist dating one of the male leads. for now, that is, until he dumps you to chase after the main character... and the antagonist goes bat crazy. to make things easier, you decided to break it off first.
“jay,” he hums as you two are standing in the school’s garden. “let’s break up. we should go our own ways.” you turn to him, who looks shocked. you purse your lips and giving a friendly pat on his shoulder. “I wish you the best of luck.”
feeling light now that you avoided your future demise, you started to walk away until you felt a hand clasp your arm. you’re twirled around to face jay who’s face can only be described as in immense pain and anguish. “why?” his voice trembles. “you can’t just say that. not without hearing the other person out.”
“pardon?” this wasn’t how things were supposed to go.
“god damnit, (y/n), why is it so hard to ask you to stay? was it something I did? I can change, just- don’t leave me, please.” he begs as his grip tightens. “what’s going on, (y/n)? we were so happy yesterday,” his voice breaks, “can’t we be happy for the rest of the days?”
you were utterly shocked. this reminded you a little too much of the scene in the novel where jay breaks up with (y/n). except instead of it being the main antagonist, it was jay on his knees begging for the relationship to continue.
“(y/n), is.. someone else in the picture?” your heart drops at the sound of his eery tone. he walks closer before staring down at you- the tear filled eyes now replaced with an indescribable emotion. “it is, isn’t it?” he chuckles darkly before grabbing your chin and pulling your face towards his.
“babe, i don’t know what’s going on with you, but if i can’t have you, then i'll make sure as hell that no one else can.”
(9:41 pm) “tell me you feel it too,” he whispers. his forehead leaning gently against your own as his eyes are shut closed. his hands are grasping your arms like he’s afraid you’ll run away.
“feel what, park?”
“like you can’t breathe when im not around. like your heart aches for me. gosh (l/n), i don’t know what kind of spell you put on me,” he weakly chuckles, “but somehow you got me wrapped around your finger and now all i can think about is you. im going crazy on how badly i want to be yours.
“please tell me, (y/n),” jay’s voice quivers as he looks at you, “do you feel the same?”
a/n: in an alternate universe of (2:53 pm)
(11:23 pm) it all started with a simple text from a mutual.
“hey! you seem pretty cool, do you want to be friends?”
fast forward to a couple months later, the talking stage was still intact. simple good mornings and good nights progressed to learning about each others ambitions. he loved eating home cooked meals from his grandma and wanted to become a vet. you didn't exactly know what you wanted to do besides box. yet whenever you voiced your doubts about your future, he always assured you that it was okay to not know.
yang jungwon was his name. same age but attended a different school near the city.
(2:53 pm) it felt like a fever dream. tired of living as nobody, you wished to live a week in someone else’s life. one day, you had woken up in the body of a 17 year old high schooler named ong jisoo. pretty ordinary kid, except for the dry mouth and bandaged up knuckles.
for some reason, a person like them had managed to be in a relationship with one of the meekest people you’ve encountered.
yang jungwon was rarely acknowledged by his significant other (you), and craved love. however, he somehow fell in love with this twisted wannabe gangster who only gave him the time of day whenever they needed something.
tired of how unhealthy this relationship seemed, you thought, why not give this kid the best week of his life?
(9:24 am) it's been exactly seven months and twelve days since he died. all the iced vanilla lattes suddenly taste as bitter as battery acid and the sight of dogs now make your stomach churn.
"you can't always mourn over him, (y/n). you still have to live your own life," kyungjun softly spoke to you.
"I know that, kyungjun, but ever since he came in, it's like I forgot how I lived before," you sighed, leaning back on the plastic chair. "summer's over and we're in our final year. can you believe he'll forever be a second year?"
kyungjun pursed his lips before looking earnestly at you, "he may have been 17 at the time, but he'll still be growing by our side and watching over us." you remained silent and in thought. "come on, get out your books for second period, it's math."
"we're going to fail math this year without his help."
kyungjun stopped talking after that.
WOOO HOO HAPPY LATE NEW YEARS AND 500+??? THANK YOU ALL!!
hi! i love just 2 be you! just wondering, would you consider making a taglist for it if you haven't yet?
that is a very good idea and i don't know how to make a taglist but since you asked i shall try 😎 thank you!
hi i just read ur 9:35 am jungwon blurb and OMG I LOVED IT IT WAS SO CUTE AND MADE ME SMILE AFTER I READ IT I WAS LIKE "ah, young love" IT WAS LIKE SOMETHING OUT OF A MOVIE JUNGWON COULDVE JUST WENT TO THE LAST PAGE TO READ THE LETTER WITHOUT READING BUT HE DID AND THATS SO FUCKING CUTE AHHHH 🥺 ALSO I LOVE THE LAST LINE THANK U FOR WRITING IT I HOPE UR DOING WELL :D <3
this was such a good start to the new year, thank you so much for enjoying that blurb 😭😭 it’s actually one of my favorite ones too!! i don’t know if you’ll believe this, but reading your messages put a smile on my face for the entire day 💕 im so glad to have been able to help you smile, and it’s really comments like these that keep me writing. i hope you have an amazing new year anon 🧸
(11:11 pm) it’s not easy living a double life. attending school by day and saving seoul by night was not a lifestyle you’d recommend to anyone.
“did you hear about that one hero who saved the mayor from those gangsters?” one of your classmates whispered.
first of all, i have a name, second of all my bruises still haven’t healed from that.
you sighed as you checked your phone again, a message from your uncle.
Uncle Nam: tonight there’ll be a revolt against the nishimura corps at 10:30 pm. keep their son safe and bring them to the docking station by 11 pm. also, bring me back a sotteok after school :)
you sighed and shoved your phone back into your pocket. you glanced at the boy sitting a few rows away from you, ni-ki. you’ve had a crush on him for who knows how long, it’s only been until recently when you’ve started talking with him. you plan on asking him to prom with how good things have been going.
“asking him whether or not he likes bunny cut apples is not a sign that says he likes you,” sunoo deadpanned.
“no one asked for your opinion!” you bickered.
once you entered in the large hotel, you examined the crowd to see where your main target was. however… your uncle failed to tell you that it was a masquerade, out of all the events.
“black hair, over 6’0 foot tall, is wearing a large, non form fitted suit, nishimura riki,” was a mantra you’ve been repeating over and over for the past twelve minutes. now where have you heard that name before?
“looking for me?”
you turned around to see the exact description of what you’ve been muttering.
“u-uh… depends?” you weakly replied.
“well, you’ve found me. are you a potential business partner? i hate to break it to you but you’d have to talk to my pare-“
boom.
a loud explosion resonated through the ballroom. the tall boy had jumped and you ran into action. you grabbed his arm and ran out to the nearest window. “hold on tight,” you yelled. scared out of his wits, he did what you commanded as you jumped out.
riki’s screams were all that could be heard dropping from a fifteen story building. “quiet down a bit, will ya?” you hushed. he gripped tighter on your figure as you jumped from building to building, reaching the docking station.
“you can let go of me now, you’re safe here,” you said.
“o-oh yeah,” riki said as he dropped down and released you from his tight hold. “what was that about?”
you flattened out your wrinkled attire, “well, you’re well sought after in the underground. had to bring you here because there was going to be a revolt with the.. taki company?”
“taki,” his eyes shown though this mask narrowed, “he’s been a bit of trouble ever since the split with his family and mine, but I didn’t think he’d go this far. why i outt-”
“hey, slow your roll man, what matters now is that you’re safe,” you interrupted, scratching your ear, “surprised that you still have a voice after all that screaming.”
“well im sorry that I was scared some random person grabbed me and jumped off a fifteen floor building,” he sassily replied back.
“oh my gosh do you ever shut up?” you complained. “you wouldn’t even be here if it weren’t for me!”
“I don’t even know who you are, so how can i not be the slightest bit suspicious?! who are you?”
“t-that’s none of your business!” you fired back. “wow, look at the time,” you nervously laughed once he was nearing closer, “I gotta go!”
“(Y/n)!! did you get the kid yet?” your uncle’s voice echoed from your walkie-talkie.
the two of you stopped in your tracks.
“(y/n)…?” the boys voice got softer.
“who’s that? is that a new sauce?” you babbled, “because i have no idea who that i-“ you stopped talking after the boy took off his mask. “ni-ki?” you gasped.
with a quick swipe, he took off your own mask.
“so it’s you- you’re the hero that everyone’s been talking about?” ni-ki muttered.
“err no comment.”
ni-ki blinked before chuckling and crouching down, covering his head with his hands. “thank god it was you.”
“are you crying?!” you yelled, immediately crouching down to the floor, “a-are you hurt? disappointed it’s me? oh gosh if you were hurt then that’d suck because prom is almost here and it would suck if you were disappointed that it was me before i could ask-“ you gasped in horror as you stopped mid talking and saw his smirk.
“you were going to ask me to prom?” he teased.
your mouth stood agape as you remained frozen. great. not only did your cover get blown, but your whole crush did too. “im going to stop talking now.” ni-ki let out a boyish laugh at your embarrassed state. “is my embarrassment funny to you?”
you watched with a sour face as his laughter died down and he sat on the cold concert. leaning back with his arms to let out a big smile, he looked at you, “no, i found it funny because i was actually going to ask you out.”
“you what,” you blinked in shock.
“yeah, since you already witnessed me screaming your ear off, i thought I’d let you know. i had the crush on you for the longest time,” he snickered.
“no way, me too!” you leaned close to him in excitement, “I never knew what to say to you because i always got so nervous and-“
“(Y/n)!! the train is coming so you have to leave before your cover gets blown!” your uncle shrieked.
the two of you jumped away from each as a train came into view.
“is this your call to go?” ni-ki asked hesitantly.
“I guess so,” you stood up and dusted yourself. as the cops had exited out of the train, you prepared to leave.
“wait,” ni-ki held your shirt down. he quickly gave you a kiss on the cheek, “thanks for saving me.”
your breath hitched. “n-no problem, they’re c-calling for you now.”
ni-ki nodded, almost disappointed, “see you at school, i guess.” he rubbed the back of his neck before sighing.
as he turned back and walked to the train, you mustered up your courage and shouted, “7:30 pm, tomorrow at May’s cafe! i-i’ll be there to properly ask you out to prom!”
as he boarded the train, he turned to face you with the most breathtaking smile, “about time, (l/n).”
My Dream Boy!
Chapter 1: 20cm
“Hello class, and welcome to a new school year. My name is Mr. Jeon, and I’ll be your homeroom teacher.”
Awkward silence ensured the class as nobody dared or even wanted to speak.
“..” Mr. Jeon coughed, “everyone, stand up form your seats and find a new seat mate. This will teach you to interact with new people.”
“Huh?!” “Not fair, old man!” “Who said that?!” The noise level increased as many started to complain.
Your eye twitched as well. Wonyoung pouted and clung tightly to your arm. “He can’t separate us! Not after everything we’ve been though!” She wailed.
“So loud,” Junhyuk complained as he pried the giant girl off you. “Let’s just all try to be near each other, yeah?” You guys nodded in agreement before standing up and heading towards the back row. You dragged your feat to an empty two seater table and plopped down, sighing loudly once more.
Great, not only did you have the weirdest lucid dream ever in the student store, but now you’ll be separated from your best friends and be forced to sit next to other students. What if that Jeongwoo guy sat next to you?! Sure he was a nice kid, but he would never stop snacking in the middle of class. Or stop whispering. Oh gosh, what if that foreign exchange kid he befriended also ca-
“Hi, can I sit here?”
You jumped and looked to your right, where you felt all the blood from your face drain. There he stood in all his glory, Yang Jungwon. He stared at you expectantly with his hands gripping the straps of his backpack.
“O-oh wel-” You stammered nervously. You looked around and your classmates were all in their own world trying to find new seats and befriending others. He titled his head and gave a million-dollar smile, dimples showing in all their glory. “Of course.” You said quickly and without hesitation, pulling out the chair next to you automatically.
The next three minutes of class was you re-thinking all your life choices. Why did you cave so easily when it came to those dimples?! You glanced to your right, where you caught eye contact with him as he suddenly glanced to his left.
“Hm? Do you need anything, bub?” Jungwon teased, his head resting on the palm of his hand and facing the front of the class.
You felt your mouth go dry. “H-huh?” You hurriedly rigged through your backpack to get your water bottle and chugged it. Hopefully it would drink away your embarrassment. Your eyes wandered to the right again and found Jungwon staring at you fondly, making you choke on the cool liquid.
He blinked in surprise before patting your back as you coughed. “Can you not do that,” You wheezed out. As you continued coughing into your elbow, Jungwon took out his handkerchief from the blazer pocket and brought your elbow down to gently wipe off the excess water. You froze.
“Do what, (Y/n)nie?” He muttered in a low voice, his eyes falling down to your lips while his hand slightly faltered nearing it. He cleared his throat before wiping off the rest.
“Do that!” You exclaimed, “It’s like.. you like like me or something.” Your voice trailed off, not proud of how you worded it. You tried to avoid noticing how warm his touch was, how real he seemed to be.
“But I do like like you,” Jungwon replied. He leaned in closer, “Hey, look at me.”
You slowly brought your eyes back to him, where he gave out another smile. The distance between you two was less than 20 cm.
“You’re looking at me now,” He softly stated. He let out a boyish laugh and looked down, “I was getting real lonely there when you were gone, you know?” He looked at you earnestly,
“Please, don’t push me away again.”
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