if you would be so kind…. seongje x reader but she’s insanely dense??? like very nice and kind sorta dense. “aw you were watching me? good to know u care so much” and he’s lowkey tweakin out. she just thinks they friends for all of the time he spends around her until maybe he just has to get over his avoidance issues or something. anyways feel free to twist this however you want, thank you !!!
in which seong-je can't help but feel frustrated due to how oblivious the sweet, dense girl he's hopelessly into is.
Seong-je had a rule. Three seconds.
If someone pissed him off for more than three seconds, they got dropped.
No hesitation. No exceptions.
People learned fast. Keep your eyes down. Don’t talk to him unless spoken to. Never test his patience.
And yet, here you were. Walking, talking, smiling proof that his rule had its limits.
“Seong-je!” you called from across the hallway, waving at him like he hadn’t just finished beating some second-year half to death behind the gym.
You didn’t even flinch when you saw the blood still on his knuckles.
“You’re bleeding,” you said, pulling a napkin from your bag.
“I know I’m bleeding.” He sneered, but his voice didn’t have its usual bite. “I like it that way.”
You just tilted your head, eyes soft. “Still, you’ll get it on your uniform.”
And then you were dabbing at his hand. Touching him.
He could’ve killed you for that.
You weren’t like the people he surrounded himself with. You weren’t strong. Not by his standards. Not violent. Not cunning. Just stupidly kind.
When he made fun of you, you laughed.
When he skipped class to sit on the rooftop, you brought him snacks.
When he stared at you too long, too hard, too obviously, you’d just smile and say, “Good to know you care so much.”
He should’ve punched a wall.
Instead, he smoked. He watched. He loomed.
And you kept letting him.
The tipping point came on a Thursday.
You were in the courtyard, sitting on the grass with your legs tucked under you, reading something stupid, he could tell it was stupid by the way your face lit up at every page.
“Why do you always look so damn happy?” he said, dropping into the grass beside you without asking.
You blinked, surprised. “Am I not allowed?”
He smirked. “Most people have the decency to be miserable around me.”
You just shrugged. “You’re not that scary, Seong-je.”
He barked out a laugh. “Says the girl who saw me break a guy’s nose last week.”
“You were grinning like a maniac,” you said. “So I figured you were having fun.”
He stared at you. “You think this is a game to me?”
You tilted your head. “No. I think you like being strong. And I think you don’t know what to do when people aren’t scared.”
He blinked. For once, words failed him.
You smiled again, so gently, and went back to your book like you hadn’t just dismantled his entire persona with a casual sentence.
Seong-je lit a cigarette with shaking hands.
He started seeing you everywhere.
Not on purpose. He wasn’t following you.
You asked him to walk you to the bus stop once.
You offered to share your drink.
Then drank from the same straw.
He didn’t get it. You weren’t strong. You weren’t even interesting. But you made his chest feel like it was on fire every time you called his name like it meant something.
Like he was someone good.
“You have no self-preservation,” he growled one afternoon, pinning some third-year to the wall after they grabbed your arm in the hallway.
You blinked up at him. “He just wanted help finding the music room.”
You knelt beside the bleeding guy, already pulling out tissues. “You really need to stop doing that.”
“Then stop letting people near you,” he snapped.
You looked up at him, confused. “But why?”
That was when something cracked.
He hauled you up by your wrist and dragged you into the empty stairwell. The door slammed behind you, echoing like gunfire.
“Are you stupid?” he snapped. “Are you doing this on purpose?”
“Doing what?” you asked, honestly bewildered.
He laughed, mean and bitter. “Acting like I’m just some school friend. Like I’m some loyal dog who follows you around because I’ve got nothing better to do.”
He stepped closer, voice low, dangerous. “You think I do all this, pick fights, skip class, smoke my nerves out, bleed for you, because I like being your emotional punching bag?”
You opened your mouth. Closed it. Opened it again.
“You’ve got three seconds,” he hissed.
“Three seconds for what?”
You swallowed. “Know… what?”
He stared at you like he wanted to strangle you and kiss you at the same time.
“I want you,” he said, voice sharp as a blade. “And I don’t mean your sweet little friendship. I mean your time. Your body. Your attention. I want you, and I’m two seconds away from going insane if you keep pretending you don’t see it.”
“I don’t do kindness,” he continued, almost panting now. “I don’t do softness. I break things. I like breaking things. But when you smile at me, I-”
Ran a hand through his hair. Laughed bitterly.
“And you’re still just staring.”
“I didn’t know,” you whispered, voice trembling. “I really didn’t know.”
“Yeah, well,” he muttered, backing off. “You do now.”
Then you said, “I don’t know what to do with this.”
He turned away, bracing a hand against the wall like it might keep him from doing something stupid, like yelling, or kissing you, or punching through the drywall.
“Then forget it,” he said, biting the words out like glass. “Pretend it didn’t happen.”
“I don’t want to pretend.”
His head snapped toward you.
You were still staring at him, eyes wide, voice soft, hands balled in the hem of your shirt like you didn’t know where else to put them.
“I don’t know what to do with it,” you repeated. “But I don’t want to ignore it either.”
Waited for the punchline.
Waited for you to laugh it off, the way you always did, like everything he did was just another joke in your day.
Instead, you stepped closer.
“Seong-je,” you said, carefully, “I’m… not good at this.”
“But I don’t think you’re just some friend.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Then what the hell am I?”
You hesitated, cheeks coloring, fingers twitching at your sides. “Something… important?”
“Something important?” he echoed flatly.
His mouth twisted. “You’re impossible.”
“And you’re terrifying,” you said, smiling faintly. “But I still sit with you. Still talk to you. Still bring you snacks.”
“I thought you were just stupid,” he muttered.
“Maybe I am.” You took another step forward. “But if you want me, and you’re not just messing with me, then maybe you should do something about it.”
Then he laughed. Low. Dangerous.
“You think I haven’t been doing something about it?” he said, stepping into your space. “I’ve been holding myself back. Every damn day. You think restraint comes naturally to me?”
Because suddenly his hand was on your face, thumb brushing the corner of your mouth.
And for a second, just a second, the world froze.
It was rough, like a warning, like he was staking a claim. Like he’d been starving and just found his first meal.
You gasped into it, hands flying to his jacket, unsure whether to push or pull, but he was already gripping your waist, dragging you closer until there was nothing between you but heat and breath and every unspoken thing.
When he pulled back, his eyes were half-lidded, lips parted, expression wild.
You were flushed, dazed, your fingers still curled in his shirt.
“There,” he said, voice hoarse. “That clear enough for you?”
But then, like always, you tilted your head and smiled.
“I still think you’re not that scary.”
He groaned, pressing his forehead against yours. “I’m gonna lose my mind.”
“Too late,” you whispered.
And he laughed, actually laughed, before kissing you again, slower this time, like maybe three seconds would never be enough.
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