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summary: you and jungwon grew close over time, with unspoken feelings between you. after his messy breakup, caused in part by his ex’s insecurity about you, he almost confessed but backed out and asked you to be his fake girlfriend for prom instead. thinking he didn’t truly want you, you agreed anyway, hoping it was the closest you’d get to being with him.
pairing ✧˚ · . yang jungwon x reader
genre ! established friendship, fluff and angst, arguments, miscommunication, cheating and infidelity
friends to lovers! word count: 2524
part 2
AUTHORS NOTE:: back from insane hiatus, let me know if this was okay since its been so long since ive written anything, and it feels a bit messy
senior year was supposed to be unforgettable, for you at least, prom, boyfriends, talking stages, liberated from the grip of the overwhelming academic pressures to graduate and land a scholarship at a worthy university up to your parents' standards.
you thought you had it all, an amazing friend group, friendships you cherished till the day you die, a best friend, good grades, and you were happy. everything you thought you ever wanted was there, but the more you dwelled on this feeling in your gut, the more uneasy you felt, and time was running out. you had everything right? but why did it feel like something so immense, a want, a need for something or someone so grand you cant shake it off, youre yearning for something you cant seem to put a finger on and its driving you insane.
"y/n?" there it is, the soft melodic voice of your best friend jungwon, lulles you out of your reeling thoughts, "hm?"
"thought we lost you for a second" he giggled, and you turned to see your entire friendgroup looking at you with slight concern, you dismissed the lingering looks, "sorry, just thinking about something", you replied, your head leaning against yoonchae's shoulder for support.
"probably worrying about a prom date huh" jake snickered, looking softly at jungwon, then back at you.
ah yes, prom. one week away, and you still had no plan, no date, nothing. it bothered you more than you wanted to admit. this was your last year, your last chance to make something out of it, and the idea of letting it pass by uneventfully sat heavy in your chest.
"ill figure it out eventually, unless some degenerate wants to take me" you snort.
It earned a few laughs, and just like that, the attention shifted, the table was quiet for a moment and this time toward Jungwon. there was something in the way everyone looked at him, like they were holding onto a joke you weren’t fully in on.
“speaking of dates,” sunghoon added casually, “what about your ex?”
the mood shifted, subtle but noticeable. you noticed the way yoonchae shifted uncomfortably in her seat, nudging you accidentally, and niki throwing an unreadable look at sunghoon.
you didn’t say anything, but you felt it, that weird yet familiar tension that always boiled over whenever she was mentioned. hana. she had never liked you, not really from what you saw and heard. even during their short three-month relationship, your name had come up more times than it should have. not because jungwon meant anything by it, at least, that’s what you told yourself, but because you were always there. his best friend. his constant.
“she’s still trying, you know,” hoon mentioned. “to get back together.”
jungwon scoffed, shaking his head. “i don’t care what she’s doing,” he said flatly, final. the rest of the table nodded in agreement, almost like they knew not to mention it again.
you glanced at him briefly. he’d never told you why they broke up, not really, nor did he ever even really talked about his relationship with her. and you’d never asked, you didnt feel like you needed to. that was just how things worked between you. no pressure, no pushing. whatever existed between you stayed unspoken, tucked neatly beneath the surface where it couldn’t ruin anything.
it felt easier that way.it was calm. safe. comfortable.
but lately, it didn’t feel as simple.
jungwon leaned forward slightly, resting his arms on the table, he had this look, he was thinking about something before he spoke up again, “hey y/n, can i pull you aside for a sec”
there was a pause. and you nodded slowly.
you stood up to follow him, as yoonchae looked up at you now standing, "whats up?"
"ill be right back, ill meet you in class" you say as you give her a tight shoulder squeeze and slung your bag on your shoulder. the group didnt pay attention, and hadnt really realized you and jungwon departed from the table, as the conversation swiftly changed to what color their suits and ties would be as yoonchae scoffed at the thought of jake pulling up to prom in a neon orange bow tie.
the walk with jungwon was silent, while he steadily guided you down the hall where less students would be hanging around since everyone was either in the field or in the cafeteria.
"youve been oddly quiet lately" you broke the silence, looking up at him with a slight smile, "ive been thinking about something.. and i need to know if youre okay with it" he replied
the further you two walked, the quieter it got, and the gap between you and jungwon closed, hands ever so slightly touching. you zeroed in on him, your full attention on him, like he was the only person that mattered and the world stopped spinning, time moved slower and you were at peace.
your conversations were always so soft, so endearing, you could talk about whatever, wherever for hours on end and it never seemed too much.
he never wanted you to stop talking, he would sit there and listen, eyes on you, unwavering, whatever the topic of your conversation was, he was all ears and invested, and vice versa.
but when things needed to be quiet, and you both needed the time to just sit and relax, side by side, in silence doing whatever, it was calm and tranquille, you both understood each other in a way that you felt that no one else in the world could. he needed you just as much as you needed him.
however, when he got into a relationship with hana, things between you two slowly came to a halt, not abruptly and it wasnt sudden, you knew why and you never felt wronged for it.
you spent less time alone together, and mainly talked and caught up over text or when you were with friends.
it lasted 3 months the relationship, your friends often gave you these looks that you could never figure out what they meant, you continued living out the year just as you normally would, but with less jungwon and more your friends, yoonchae stayed by your side and you were thankful.
life continued on, things were normal, you would tell yourself, its normal that a teenage boy, gets a girlfriend.
but everytime you saw them together, you felt this strange tension creeping in, you couldnt figure it out and it would often send you spiraling, and you would constantly deny your not so obvious feelings for him. hes your best friend afterall, and the mere thought of ruining that friendship just because you couldnt control whatever you were feeling, scared you so much.
as for jungwon, hana was a distraction. he knew it was awful on his part, but he needed to try to move on from these feelings creeping up on him, as for him, whether he was just a friend, or best friend, he was okay with that, as long as you were by his side, he settled for it. but he knew he wanted more, and thats why he came up with this utterly stupid idea.
jungwon confided in niki, after niki caught him staring at you. to set the scene, everyone was at the beach, the air was fresh, the sun beaming harshly, and the ocean glittering in the light, and you were splashing around in the water with yoonchae and minju.
while he and the guys were in the sand playing volleyball, he was distracted, often getting yelled at by jake and sunghoon for not focusing but he thought you looked gorgeous, he couldnt stop looking at you, unti hana grabbed his arm and pouted at him.
"focus on the game won we're losing" she whined "sorry.."
his breakup hadn’t been sudden, it had been building quietly for weeks, maybe longer. hana had grown tired of it, of him, of the way your name seemed to exist between them even when you weren’t there. At first it was small things, sharp comments, subtle digs thrown your way whenever she got the chance, all masked as jokes that didn’t quite land. but it didn’t take much to see through it. It wasn’t really about you. It was about what you represented. something she could feel but couldn’t compete with.
by the time it ended, it was almost inevitable. at a party, surrounded by people and noise and everything that made it easy to act without thinking, she cheated on him. word got around quickly, but when it reached jungwon, he barely reacted. no anger, no confrontation, just a quiet acceptance that settled in almost too easily. a part of him felt like he deserved it. not because of anything he had done outright, but because of everything he hadn’t said. because even while he was with her, some part of him had always belonged somewhere else, with you.
after that, whatever restraint she had left disappeared. the remarks became more direct, less disguised, her frustration spilling over into open hostility. and eventually, she gave him an ultimatum one that hung between them like a final line drawn. either he got back with her and proved, clearly and undeniably, that he didn’t love you, in a desperate last resort to keep him for herself and she would stop and leave you alone, let everything go, or he finally admitted the truth, to her, himself and to you, and took you to prom instead.
thats when niki cornered him and started questioning his actions. jungwon ended up telling him his feelings, and expressed remorse for what he did to hana, but admittingly would never mention his feeliings to you, worried that he could ruin this safe space he built with you.
"take y/n to prom then" niki deadpanned, "won im serious, ask her to be your date, take things slow, its a small step, and its nothing crazy, you guys do everything together anyways, what difference would it make if you took her to a stupid dance"
and that lands you back here, in the quiet of the hallway, just around the corner. jungwon had planned this in his head for the last week or so, to ask you to prom and to finally take a small step forward, as niki said. and then everything got too real and he got scared.
youre looking up at him, your glittering eyes staring into his, waiting for what he has to say, that he had dragged you all the way out here for privacy. you almost felt giddy.
when they broke up, you told yourself it didn’t matter and that it wasn’t your place to feel anything about it. but the truth settled in quietly, undeniable and sharp: you were happy. not in a loud, obvious way, not in anything you would ever say out loud, but in the way your chest felt lighter, in the way something tense inside you finally loosened. and when Jungwon came back to you, falling so easily into what you had always been to each other, it felt right in a way that made you uncomfortable if you thought about it for too long. because beneath it, there was something selfish you couldn’t ignore. you had hated seeing him with her. hated knowing that, for a while, he belonged to someone else in a way he had never quite belonged to you.
youre waiting for him to speak him, and by the way his foot shuffled, the way he had wiped his palms on his jeans, he was nervous.
your chest tightened, anticipation creeping in before you could stop it. you knew him well enough to recognize when something was coming, when he was working up to say something that mattered. and for a second, just a second, you let yourself believe it.
his eyes flickered up to meet yours, then away again. He inhaled like he was about to jump.
“can I ask you something?” your heart skipped. “yeah, of course.”
another pause. longer this time. his shoulders tensed, jaw tightening as if he was fighting himself.
you waited.
and then you watched it happen. the shift. the hesitation turning into doubt, doubt folding into fear. whatever he was about to say, whatever had been sitting right there on the edge, he pulled it back.
“would you…” he trailed off, swallowing, his voice coming out quieter. “would you be my girlfriend?”
your breath caught—
“like, fake,” he added quickly, almost stumbling over the words. “just for prom. So hana backs off. she won’t stop unless she thinks i’ve moved on, and… if we go together, it’ll be easier. for both of us.”
the moment cracked.
you forced yourself to stay still, even as something inside you dropped. he wasn’t looking at you now, his gaze fixed somewhere else, like he couldn’t bear to see your reaction.
“it wouldn’t mean anything,” he continued, more controlled now, like he’d settled into the safer version of what he almost said. “we can set rules. keep it simple.”
for a second, you just looked at him.
he had been right there. right on the edge of something real.
and then he chose this instead.
and he immediatly regrets it, he saw your smile falter and you look lost, disappointed. and now he too was confused.
you blinked, the silence stretching just a second too long as your thoughts scrambled to catch up with the shift. “oh—uh… yeah,” you stammered, forcing a small nod. “sure.”
the word felt strange coming out, heavier than it should’ve been.
he exhaled, relief flickering across his face, and that alone told you everything you needed to know or at least, everything you thought you did. If he had wanted to confess, he would have. if he had meant something more, he wouldn’t have taken it back so quickly, hidden it behind something safe, something controlled.
so this was what he preferred.
and you accepted it for what it was.
“yeah, it’s fine,” you added, a little more steady now. “we can… figure out the details later.”
you didn’t stay long after that. you made some excuse something about needing to get to class, or meeting someone and left before the conversation could stretch into something worse, something harder to hold together. "y/n wait..."
walking away, your mind spun, trying to make sense of the moment that had almost been something else. It left you confused, caught between what you thought you saw and what actually happened. but beneath that confusion, there was a quieter realization settling in.
he didn’t want you like that.
not really.
you were the safe option. the easy one. the one that wouldn’t complicate things.
and somehow, that hurt more than if he had just said nothing at all.
but still you said yes.
because even if it wasn’t real, even if it didn’t mean anything to him, it was the closest you were ever going to get to knowing what it might feel like to be with him. just for now, you'll bear it.
Synopsis: Y/n has spent her entire life orbiting her radiant best friend, Yeonseo—content to be “Yeonseo’s friend” and nothing more. When Yeonseo starts dating Jungwon, a quietly observant basketball player, Y/n is pulled into their shared circle and discovers, for the first time, what it feels like to be seen for herself. As Jungwon and Yeonseo’s relationship fractures over mismatched ideas of love, Y/n’s bond with Jungwon deepens into something dangerous: secret feelings, a stolen kiss, and a web of half truths meant to protect everyone that instead end up hurting them all.
“I can’t pretend anymore.”
That sentence had been looping in my head so long it no longer sounded like words. It was just a pressure behind my eyes as I stood in the middle of the crowded hallway, pressed up against a line of lockers like I could disappear into the metal.
Ahead of me, the hall seemed to curve around a center that wasn’t me.
I watched Yeonseo laugh at something Jungwon said, her head tipping back, ponytail swishing. Her laugh carried above the general noise—that kind of easy, bright sound people turned toward without meaning to. Around them, the flow of students split and reformed as if they were a rock in a river: classmates, teammates, random kids from other grades who didn’t know them but knew of them.
I hugged my books tighter and looked away.
I was used to being on the outside of circles like that. It had always been that way: me at the edge, watching her in the middle. I’d been in Yeonseo’s shadow for as long as I could remember. It never used to bother me. If anything, her brightness shielded me. I could follow a few steps behind, walk in the outline of her shape, and quietly exist. I told myself that was enough.
Lately, though, the space between us felt less like a shadow and more like an actual gap—one that kept stretching, day by day.
“Y/n!”
My name pulled me back. I glanced up.
Yeonseo was waving me over, eyes warm, face still flushed from laughing. She stood with one hand on her hip, the other in the air like a tiny sun I’d been invited into. Beside her, Jungwon leaned against the lockers, tall and relaxed, his basketball bag slung over one shoulder.
“There you are,” she said when I reached them, like I’d been missing for hours instead of minutes. “You always vanish between classes. We should just tie a string around you or something so I don’t lose you.”
I managed a small smile. “I don’t think that’s allowed. Pretty sure the school handbook says no human leashes.”
She laughed and, in one smooth motion, slipped her arm through mine and pulled me closer. I could feel a faint sheen of sweat on her skin from rushing between periods. She smelled like citrus shampoo and the cafeteria’s over‑buttered toast.
“You remember Jungwon, right?” she asked.
Jungwon nodded politely. “Hey.” His voice was lower than I remembered from the times I’d heard him shouting on the court.
“Hi,” I murmured, my voice coming out softer than I intended.
I remembered him, of course. We’d been in the same year for a while, and I’d seen him around—mostly on the basketball court, or surrounded by teammates, or asleep on his desk before homeroom. He’d been around our classroom more often recently. At first, I thought it was just because there was a practice room nearby or because he had some project with another classmate.
Then I realized: Yeonseo was dating him now.
The athlete everyone liked. The one people stopped to watch when he played; the one girls whispered about in the bathroom mirror, trading rumors about his last game or who he might like.
I didn’t know what to do with that.
Over the next few weeks, school began to feel like one long, empty stretch of time with a few bright interruptions I wasn’t sure I belonged in.
When the final bell rang, I walked home alone more often than not. It wasn’t that Yeonseo had suddenly abandoned me. Sometimes she had committee meetings or practice. Sometimes she wanted to stay behind and talk with her new friends. Sometimes she and Jungwon left together, shoulders brushing as they disappeared down the hallway.
In our group chats, the familiar back‑and‑forth that used to be just the two of us was now layered with names I didn’t recognize and inside jokes I hadn’t been present for. Messages scrolled by faster, full of stickers and emojis and references to places I hadn’t gone, conversations I hadn’t heard.
I told myself it was fine. People grow. People date. People get busier. I was just being childish.
But one afternoon, as we sat on a bench under the cherry trees behind the gym, petals gathering in the folds of my skirt, even Yeonseo seemed to notice.
“You’ve been weird lately,” she said.
She was peeling the label off her bottle of orange juice, edges of paper piling in her hand. Her brows had that tiny pinched line they got whenever she was thinking too hard about something.
“Did I do something?” she asked.
A breeze pushed a strand of hair into my face. I tucked it behind my ear, staring at the cracks in the pavement. There was a loose thread on my skirt hem, and I picked at it like I could pull my restlessness all the way out through that single thread.
“No,” I said. “I’m fine.”
She frowned. “That’s exactly what people say when they’re not fine.” She straightened up, turning fully toward me, knee bumping mine. “Seriously. Tell me. I can’t fix something if I don’t know it’s broken.”
The words sat in my throat, heavy and jagged. I didn’t want to sound clingy or pathetic. I didn’t want to sound like I couldn’t survive without her.
But pretending hurt more.
“I just…” I stared at the ground until the shapes blurred. “I miss you.”
She blinked. “You see me every day.”
“Yeah, but not really.” I swallowed. My voice felt too big for my mouth. “You’re always with other people now. With him. With his friends. I know that makes me sound selfish, but I don’t know how to…fit anywhere else.”
For a moment, neither of us spoke. I could hear shouts from the gym behind us, the thud of balls, and a whistle blowing. A petal landed on the toe of my shoe and trembled there.
Then I felt her hand cover mine.
“Y/n,” she said softly. “Why didn’t you just say so?”
“Because it’s stupid.” I huffed out a laugh that didn’t sound like one.
“It’s not,” she said, squeezing my fingers. “I don’t want you to feel left out. Actually, I was thinking about this. I could introduce you to my other friends properly. To Jungwon’s friends. You always just stand at the edge like you’re about to run away.”
“That’s because I am about to run away,” I muttered.
She laughed, bumping her shoulder against mine. “You won’t have to if they’re your friends too. Let’s fix this, okay? I don’t want you to feel lonely.”
Her certainty settled into me like warmth I wasn’t sure I deserved.
Being introduced to Jungwon’s friend group felt like being placed in the middle of a circle I hadn’t asked to stand in.
“This is Y/n,” Yeonseo said at lunch one day, her voice bright. “My best friend since forever.”
We were at one of the bigger tables in the cafeteria. Trays crowded the surface: half‑eaten rice, bowls of soup, the inevitable pile of kimchi on someone’s tray that they never touched. Sunlight from the high windows pooled on the scratched plastic.
A few of the boys nodded. One of them, I remembered vaguely from seeing him on the court, grinned and jerked his chin at the empty space. “Sit.”
I slipped into the seat beside Yeonseo, directly across from Jungwon. Up close, without the stage of the court between us, he seemed strangely normal—tired eyes, slightly messy hair, a faint red line on his arm where a ball had probably smacked him.
He didn’t talk much at first. Neither did I.
Around us, loud voices overlapped—arguments over which teacher was the worst, jokes only they understood, someone complaining about extra laps in practice. Every now and then, one of the guys would nudge another and say, “Hey, pass the kimchi, idiot,” and they’d start mock arguing again.
I listened. I nodded when it felt appropriate. I answered questions when someone asked me directly: what class I was in, whether I liked this teacher, whether I watched their games. I was quiet, but they didn’t push.
It surprised me how, little by little, the typical silence between me and Jungwon stopped feeling as heavy.
He’d ask how my classes went. I’d ask about his upcoming games. Sometimes he’d complain about his coach; sometimes I’d complain about group projects where I ended up doing everything.
And sometimes, after school, the three of us would go to a café or the convenience store by the bus stop or just wander aimlessly until we reached someone’s neighborhood. It always started with “I’ll walk with you,” and ended with, “Oh, I guess I kept going,” until our routes split and we realized how far we’d gone without noticing.
“You don’t talk much, do you?” he said once as we walked home, plastic bags swinging at our sides. Yeonseo was a few steps ahead on a phone call, gesturing wildly as she talked.
I glanced at him, suddenly nervous. “Is that…bad?”
He shook his head. “Nah. It’s just different. Everyone around here shouts over each other. It’s kind of nice that you don’t.”
I wasn’t sure what to do with that, so I just smiled faintly and looked back at the road.
One evening, a message from Jungwon popped up on my phone.
Jungwon: hey, do you have a sec?
Me: yeah?
Jungwon: i want to do something for yeonseo’s birthday
Jungwon: like a surprise
Jungwon: but i’m bad at that kinda stuff lol
Jungwon: can you help??
My stomach tightened with nerves, but my fingers were steadier than my heartbeat.
Me: sure. what were you thinking?
We ended up meeting at a small bakery near the station to plan. The place smelled like warm bread and sugar. The display case glowed with rows of cakes and tarts. Watching him agonize over which cake flavor she’d like best made me realize how much I knew about her.
“She doesn’t like overly sweet things,” I said automatically. “Strawberry shortcake is safe. But if there’s too much cream, she’ll scrape some off. So this one.” I pointed.
“Right,” he said, nodding like I’d given him secret intel. “You’d know better than me.”
Hearing that should have made me feel secure, like I had a permanent, irreplaceable place in her life. Instead, something jittery moved under my ribs.
We bought decorations from the discount store down the street, argued over which playlist she’d like, reserved a table at her favorite restaurant, and spent hours texting her other friends to coordinate who would arrive first.
Somewhere between carrying bags of streamers and choosing between two nearly identical gift bags, I found myself talking.
“Sometimes I feel like I don’t know who I am without her,” I admitted as we walked to the bus stop, arms full of party supplies. The plastic bags bit faintly into my fingers. “We’ve always just…been together. People know me as ‘Yeonseo’s friend.’ Not as…anything on my own.”
He glanced at me, his expression softer than usual. “Is that why you were upset before?”
“Maybe.” I shrugged, my shoulders curling in. “It’s not her fault. I just don’t know how to be any other way.”
He hummed thoughtfully. “I don’t think there’s anything wrong with being close to someone. Or depending on them sometimes. But…it would suck if you thought you were nothing without them.”
“I don’t think I’m nothing,” I said quickly, then faltered. “I just don’t know who I am outside of ‘with her.’”
He didn’t push. His words stuck with me the rest of the night, even as we messaged back and forth about candle colors.
When the surprise finally unfolded—lights flicking on as Yeonseo walked into the decorated room, everyone shouting “Happy birthday!”—her eyes went wide, then wet. The room was a blur of balloons, laughter, and the smell of food.
“Did you do all this?” she asked later, pulling me aside, her voice thick.
“Jungwon did,” I said. “I just helped.”
She hugged me so suddenly I almost dropped the cup in my hand.
“I don’t deserve you,” she murmured into my shoulder.
I didn’t know then how much I’d cling to those words later, turning them over and over like a charm I’d eventually crack.
After most people had gone home, Jungwon found me outside, leaning against the railing. The night was cool; the music inside was muffled by the door.
“Hey,” he said. “Thank you. Really. I couldn’t have done that alone.”
“It was nothing,” I said automatically
“It wasn’t.” He studied me for a long moment, as if trying to see past my shrug. “You always know what she needs.”
I looked down at my shoes. “I grew up learning it.”
He smiled a little. “You did good today, Y/n.”
Something warm flickered in my chest, small but insistent.
The three of us were closer after that. At least, that’s how it looked from the outside.
We ate lunch together almost every day. We shared stupid memes in a group chat, the notifications lighting up my screen late into the night. I watched as people teased Yeonseo and Jungwon for being “disgustingly cute” and rolled my eyes when she pretended to be offended but leaned into his side anyway.
One afternoon, while we were eating in the courtyard, a girl from another class leaned over from the next table.
“Yeonseo,” she said, smirking, “how’s it going with your boyfriend?”
“Do you love him?” someone else asked, half‑teasing, half‑serious.
She hesitated—just long enough that even I noticed.
“I…maybe?” she said finally. “I really like him. A lot.”
The table erupted.
“Whoa, love!”
“Already?”
“Have you guys kissed yet?”
Yeonseo flushed, pressing her palm to her cheek. “That’s private.”
“C’mon, just tell us!” someone whined.
She peeked at Jungwon, who scratched his cheek, looking vaguely embarrassed but not exactly protesting. Then she sighed.
“Fine. We kissed before we even started dating,” she admitted.
That set off a whole new round of squealing.
They demanded details. Yeonseo gave in, telling them about the day she and Jungwon ran into each other at a festival game booth—how he’d helped her win a stuffed toy because the stall owner was clearly cheating her, how they’d ended up walking around together after that, how, after moments of private feelings, one thing had led to another at the edge of the fireworks crowd.
As she described the moment—how nervous she’d been, how he’d leaned in, how their friends had yelled in the background—I felt everything slow down around me.
In my head, I rewound the memory I didn’t have.
I imagined standing where she had been, feeling his breath ghost over my lips, hearing the noise around us fade. I imagined being the one he looked at that way.
And then I hated myself for it.
A few days later, Yeonseo stayed late after school to help decorate for an upcoming event.
“Go ahead without me,” she told us, wiping her hands on a roll of tape, streaks of marker on her fingers. “I’ll be here forever if I don’t finish this.”
“You sure?” Jungwon asked, lingering near the doorway.
“Yeah. You two can walk home together.” She winked. “Keep each other company. Make sure Y/n doesn’t get lost in her thoughts.”
Her joke lodged in my throat like a stone.
As we left the school gates, the evening light was soft and gold. Our footsteps echoed in sync on the pavement. Usually, if it was just the two of us, either one of us filled the silence quickly with small talk. That day, the quiet stretched, taut and humming.
I thought about that first kiss she’d described, wondering if I would’ve had a chance with him if I’d been braver the day we first met—if I’d talked more, smiled more, been more like her.
“Should I be worried?” he asked suddenly.
I blinked. “About what?”
“You’ve been quiet,” he said. “Quieter than usual.”
“I’m always quiet,” I deflected.
“Yeah, but this feels like a different quiet.” His tone was light, but his eyes were searching my face.
“I was just thinking,” I lied. “About exams.”
He studied me for a second longer, then nodded. “Makes sense. They’re coming up fast.” He didn’t push. I was grateful—and annoyed at myself for wishing he would.
Still, that night, lying in bed and staring at the ceiling, all I could think about was him. The way he listened when I spoke. The way he remembered small details I’d mentioned once. The way my chest tightened uncomfortably whenever he smiled at me.
Guilt pooled in my stomach like lead.
I knew it was wrong. He was my best friend’s boyfriend. There were rules—unspoken but understood. I’d always believed I would never be that kind of person.
And yet, whenever I tried to remind myself of that, my mind slipped back into daydreams where he looked at me like I mattered the way she did.
When Jungwon’s big basketball game rolled around, the gym buzzed with noise. Banners waved from the bleachers, sneakers squeaked on the polished floor, whistles shrilled every few seconds. The air smelled like sweat, floor polish, and the faint tang of the cheap snacks they sold at the entrance.
I stood near the back of the bleachers, clutching a plastic bottle of water and scanning the crowd for a familiar ponytail.
Yeonseo wasn’t there.
She hadn’t wanted to come.
Earlier that day, her voice had cracked when she told me why.
“I told him I loved him,” she said, perched on the edge of my bed, twisting the hem of my pillowcase. “And he just…couldn’t say it back. He said he still wanted to date, but he wasn’t sure yet. Like love is some exam he hasn’t studied for.”
I’d struggled for words. Part of me ached for her—for how brave she’d been, for how hard it must’ve been to hear that. Another part of me felt an ugly, invisible relief I couldn’t admit to anyone.
“That’s not…wrong of him,” I said slowly. “It’s honest. You can’t make someone feel something before they’re ready.”
Her eyes flashed. “You’re taking his side?”
“I’m not. I just—”
“You are,” she snapped, standing up so quickly the bed creaked. “You always think I’m the one overreacting. Maybe I shouldn’t have come. I don’t want to talk about this anymore.”
Later, she texted that she wasn’t going to the game. I can’t cheer for someone who made me feel that stupid, she’d added, then unsent it.
So I went alone.
When the final whistle blew and the team huddled in the center of the court, Jungwon’s eyes scanned the crowd. For a second, I could see the hope on his face—searching for someone who wasn’t there.
When he saw me, his shoulders relaxed, but there was a flicker of something else too: resignation.
He jogged over, still catching his breath, his hair damp with sweat.
“Where’s Yeonseo?” he panted.
“She…” I hesitated. “She didn’t want to be around either of us. I told her I understood where you were coming from.”
His expression shifted, a quick flash of disappointment and guilt. “Figures,” he muttered.
“I’m sorry,” I said quietly, though I wasn’t sure who I was apologizing for.
He shook his head, forcing a small smile. “Not your fault. Thanks for coming, though. Want to grab food? My treat. As a thank‑you for cheering.”
I knew I should have said no—for her, for me, for the thin line we were already walking.
But I was tired of being guided only by what I should do.
“Okay,” I said.
The restaurant was mostly empty: humming fluorescent lights, the faint echo of the TV playing some variety show in the corner. We sat in a worn red booth, steam rising from bowls of noodles between us.
“She’s really upset, huh,” he said, prodding his food.
“She feels…rejected,” I said. “Like she was risking everything by saying it, and she wanted you to jump with her. When you didn’t, it felt like she jumped alone.”
He sighed, chopsticks stilling. “I know. I just…can’t fake something like that. I tried to explain, but it came out wrong. It always does.”
“Have you ever been in love before?” I asked before I could stop myself.
He looked up, startled, then nodded slowly.
“Yeah. I have,” he said. “With my ex. She was my first love. We thought we could handle the distance when she transferred, but it fell apart. I tried so hard to keep it together. It still ended anyway.”
He stared at his soup like it might give him a different answer.
“After that, I didn’t know what love was supposed to look like anymore. Or if I even wanted it,” he continued. “With Yeonseo…it’s not that I don’t care. I like being with her. She’s fun and warm and everyone likes her. But when she said she loved me, I felt like I was back there again—about to promise something I didn’t fully understand. I don’t want to hurt her like that.”
“You’re not a bad person for being careful,” I said quietly.
He studied my face, searching for judgment and finding none.
“You always say the right thing,” he said.
“I don’t think she’d agree with that.”
“Maybe not,” he conceded, “but I do.”
On the way home, he walked me to my door even though it meant doubling back from his usual route. The street was still damp from an earlier drizzle; the pavement glistened under the streetlights.
“Can you not tell her everything I said?” he asked, stopping just short of my gate. “About my ex and all.”
“I won’t,” I said. “It’s your story.”
He nodded, looking oddly relieved. “Thanks. And…thanks for tonight. You made it easier to breathe.”
He left before I could answer.
The next day, Yeonseo cornered me by my locker, her eyes still slightly swollen from crying.
“I went to see him last night,” she said.
My heart sped up. We hadn’t talked much since the argument.
“We talked,” she continued. “I apologized. I realized I was kind of…forcing something. We’re still young. Maybe I don’t even know what love is yet.” She tried to smile. “All I know is that I like being with him. I don’t want to lose that because I’m impatient.”
“Did he forgive you?” I asked.
She nodded. “He said he’s been hurt before because of love, but he didn’t say much about that. Just that being with me reminds him he deserves to be loved. He wants to make me happy.”
Her voice wobbled. “Still…it feels a little different now. Like there’s a crack we’re both ignoring. But I’m scared that if I keep pushing, it’ll break completely.”
I didn’t know what to say to that. How could I tell her that from the outside, I could see both of their fears like a thin film neither of them could quite peel away?
Later, as we walked home together with Jungwon, I watched them from the corner of my eye. On the surface, they looked the same—teasing, bumping shoulders, stealing glances. But I could see the stiffness in Yeonseo’s smile, the way Jungwon’s laugh didn’t reach his eyes.
When we reached her house, she waved and left us at the corner.
“I’m glad you guys made up,” I told him as we continued down the street.
He frowned faintly. “Is she really okay? It didn’t feel like she was.”
“She’s…trying,” I said. “But she wasn’t satisfied with your answer.”
“I figured.” He sighed. “Sometimes I wish she could be more like you.”
“Like me?”
“Yeah. You understand that I’m still figuring things out. You don’t make me feel like I’m failing some test.”
“She just wants to be loved,” I said quietly. “She feels like she has everything else. She doesn’t see why she shouldn’t.”
“And what if I can’t give her that?” he asked.
“Then it’s not fair to either of you,” I said.
He fell quiet until we reached my house.
“Do you think I’m a bad person?” he asked suddenly.
I shook my head. “No. I think you’re just scared. And that you don’t want to repeat your past.”
He looked strangely moved. “I’m surprised you can still be this kind to me. I’m not exactly being fair to your best friend.”
“I care about her,” I said. “But I care about you too. You’re my friend now. I don’t want to choose between you.”
He let out a soft huff, something like a laugh. “You have a big heart, you know that?”
No one had ever told me that before. I wasn’t sure I believed it.
Weeks later, the inevitable happened.
“We broke up,” Yeonseo said one afternoon, her voice flat like all the emotion had drained out and left only the outline.
We were sitting on the swings at the park where we used to go as kids. The chains squeaked every time we shifted our weight. Little kids ran across the sand, their shouts carrying easily in the late afternoon air.
“He said we were both being selfish,” she continued. “That there was no point in pretending. I was willing to wait for him, but he said that would only burden him. That I deserved someone ready to love me now.” She scoffed. “He also said he couldn’t risk getting his heart broken again. As if I was about to stomp on it.”
I thought of how tense he’d been each time the word love came up, how careful he was not to step on what he couldn’t yet name. I didn’t know if he was wrong or right. I only knew that whatever line they’d been tiptoeing along had finally snapped.
“What did you say?” I asked quietly.
She dug the toe of her shoe into the dirt. “I told him he was a coward. That he wasn’t even giving us a chance. I said I wished I’d never tried so hard.”
The words hung between us, heavy.
Later that day, I got a message from him.
Jungwon: can we talk?
We met at the park, under the same tree where we’d once waited for Yeonseo to finish buying snacks.
“I told her it was for her sake,” he said, staring at the ground. “That she deserved better. But…honestly, I couldn’t take the pressure anymore. Everyone expecting us to be this perfect couple. Her expecting me to catch up to her feelings. Every time we hung out, I could feel how much she loved me, and I felt like a villain.”
He rubbed his eyes with the heel of his hand. “I broke up because I was overwhelmed. That’s the truth. Not because I was being noble.”
“You were still brave,” I said. “You chose what you could handle instead of lying and dragging it out. That doesn’t make you good or bad. Just honest.”
“Yeah, and now she hates me. And you’ll probably have to stop talking to me too, since she needs someone on her side.”
“No,” I said quickly. “You’re both my friends.”
He shook his head. “You can’t have it both ways forever.”
I wanted to prove him wrong. I wanted to believe that if I tried hard enough, I could hold everything together—her, him, myself.
I didn’t understand yet that trying to hold everything sometimes meant crushing it in your hands.
We started meeting more often after that.
At first, it was accidental run‑ins—at the riverbank, near the convenience store, on the walk home when our routes just happened to overlap.
Then it became…less accidental.
“Yeonseo knows we’re hanging out, right?” he asked me one evening as the sky turned orange over the water.
“Yes,” I lied. “She doesn’t mind.”
In reality, I’d barely mentioned him. The breakup sat like a sore spot I was afraid to bump.
“She doesn’t think it’s weird?” he pressed.
“She’s…okay with it,” I said, the lie scraping my tongue on the way out. “We’re all just friends.”
He sighed in obvious relief. “I wish we could all hang out together again,” he said. “But I guess that’s not happening.”
“Do you still have feelings for her?” I asked.
He thought for a long moment. “I’m not sure. I think about her sometimes. She made me laugh a lot. It hurts when she walks past me like I’m no one. But when I imagine getting back together, I just feel…tired.”
Something in my chest twisted.
“I’m scared that would happen to me,” I said before I could stop myself.
“To you?”
“If she ever stopped being my friend,” I said, eyes on the river. “I don’t think anyone would miss me like that. I’m not…special like she is.”
He turned fully toward me.
“That’s not true,” he said firmly.
I shrugged, trying to make it a joke. “It’s fine. I’m used to being the background character.”
“Y/n.” His voice was gentler than I’d ever heard it. “You’re not anyone’s background.”
I swallowed.
“You helped me when I couldn’t even understand myself,” he said. “You’ve been there when I felt like I was the worst person alive. You see things other people don’t. And you don’t do it to get attention. You just…see. That’s special.”
I felt my throat close up.
“I didn’t know who I was without her either,” I admitted quietly. “But with you, I started to feel…like I could be a person on my own. Not just her shadow.”
He smiled, soft and a little sad. “I’m glad. There was never anything pathetic about you, you know. So what if you’re quiet? That just makes getting to know you feel like a privilege.”
Something inside me cracked open then.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
We sat in silence for a while, the air between us warm and buzzing with something I was too scared to name.
Then, without warning, he leaned in and kissed me.
I froze. My mind went utterly blank, like someone had wiped the slate clean. His lips were soft and hesitant, tasting faintly of the soda we’d shared earlier. For a heartbeat, my world shrank to just that feeling—the surprising rightness of it, the dizziness of being wanted.
When he pulled back, his eyes were wide with the same shock I felt.
“I—I’m sorry,” he stammered. “Is that…okay?”
My heart was pounding so loudly I almost couldn’t hear my own voice.
“Yes,” I breathed. “But…why?”
He exhaled shakily. “I just…followed my heart. Like you told me to.”
The worst part was, I knew exactly which conversation he meant. Months ago, when he’d agonized over whether to keep dating Yeonseo despite his fears, I’d said the words like some kind of advice: You have to follow your heart. Otherwise you’ll always wonder.
He kissed me again, and this time, I let myself respond.
For a moment, there was no Yeonseo. No rules. No guilt.
Just us.
Guilt returned quickly.
It started as a cold spot beneath my ribs, then spread into a steady ache I couldn’t ignore.
A few days later, he asked to see me again.
We met at the river, in the same place we’d kissed. The water looked exactly the same. I didn’t.
“I shouldn’t have kissed you,” he said, staring at the ground. “It was the heat of the moment. I don’t want to hurt you. Or Yeonseo.”
The words stung, even though a part of me had been expecting something like them.
“It’s okay,” I said, forcing a little laugh that scraped my throat. “We can just…pretend it never happened.”
“I like being your friend,” he said earnestly. “I don’t want to destroy that. Friends mean more to me than…than whatever that was, if it’s just going to blow everything up.”
“Me too,” I lied.
A classmate biked past us then, slowing down.
“Hey, Jungwon. Y/n,” she said, eyeing us curiously. “What are you two doing?”
“We’re just hanging out,” he said easily, the practiced nonchalance making the lie feel bigger.
She nodded slowly, then pedaled away.
Something cold settled in my stomach.
People were watching.
People would talk.
I realized then: no matter how careful we were, there was no version of this where no one got hurt. We could pretend the kiss meant nothing, but we couldn’t un‑mean it.
The next day at school, the same classmate approached me near the lockers.
“So…what were you doing with Jungwon yesterday?” she asked, her tone light but probing.
“He was asking about Yeonseo,” I said quickly. The lie slid out so smoothly it scared me. “He still cares about her, you know.”
Her eyebrows rose. “Does he want to get back together?”
“I don’t know,” I lied again. “Maybe he still has feelings for her. I was going to talk to her about it after school.”
That afternoon, as I walked home with Yeonseo, my pulse thudded in my ears.
“Have you talked to him since the breakup?” I asked, trying to sound casual.
She shook her head. “No. Why would I?”
“I ran into him by the river,” I said. “He…asked me about you. Said he misses spending time with us. The three of us.”
Her steps faltered.
“He asked you that?” she said.
“Yeah,” I said, staring straight ahead. “I told him it wouldn’t be a good idea. That it would just drag things out for you.”
She scoffed. “It’s strange,” she muttered. “The only reason we hung out was because I was dating him. Now that we’re not, there’s no point in us all being friends. That’s what you told him, right?”
“Yes,” I said, my voice small.
“Good,” she said curtly. “If he has something to say to me, he can say it to my face. I don’t need you to be the messenger.”
My chest burned.
That night, I went to the river alone and found him already there, sitting on the low wall and tossing pebbles into the water.
“Hey,” he said, looking up in surprise. “We keep running into each other here.”
I sat beside him and told him about the nosy classmate, about what I’d said.
“They don’t know we kissed,” he said. “So it’s fine.”
“Do you regret it?” I asked, the question like a splinter I couldn’t stop poking.
He stared at the water for a long moment.
“No,” he said finally. “I don’t regret feeling what I felt. But I know it’s not…right.”
“Why isn’t it right if you followed your heart?” I asked, frustration threading through my voice. “You tell me that’s what I should do, too.”
He sighed. “I followed my heart with my ex. It still ended, and I felt stupid. I followed it with Yeonseo. We both got hurt. Following my heart doesn’t mean I get to be selfish.”
“Do you have feelings for me?” The question slipped out before I could stop it.
He froze.
After a long pause, he said softly, “Maybe I do. But I can’t act on them. You’re her best friend. It would make everything worse. For you. For her. For me.”
Something inside me crumpled.
I thought about telling him the whole truth—that I’d fallen for him quietly, piece by piece. That every kind word and shared secret had stitched him into my ribs. That the kiss had only confirmed what I’d been too afraid to admit.
But if I did, what then? Would he think I’d only been there for him because I liked him? Would he pull away completely to protect me, or himself, or her?
“I get it,” I said instead. “You’re right.”
I hated myself for agreeing. I hated that I’d pushed him to follow his heart only to flinch when it led him to me.
When I got home, Yeonseo was sitting on my bed.
“Your mom let me in. I’ve been looking for you,” she said. “Where were you?”
“Just walking,” I said, heart racing. “By myself.”
Her eyes searched my face, catching on things I hadn’t hidden well enough.
“Is something wrong?” she asked. “We barely hang out these days.”
“I’m okay,” I said. “I just…don’t feel as lonely when I’m by myself anymore.”
Her brows knit. “Why?”
“Because I’ve made more friends,” I said. “At school.”
“My friends?” she asked slowly. “You barely talk to them when I’m not around.”
I bristled. Shame and defensiveness tangled in my chest.
“What are you trying to say?”
“Nothing,” she said quickly. “I just…never see you with anyone else. That’s all.”
“Do you think I’m incapable of making friends?” I snapped before I could stop myself. “Do you honestly think I’m that pathetic?”
Her eyes widened. “I didn’t say that. I’ve just…never seen you do it. That’s why I was surprised. Why are you so defensive? Do you have a problem with me?”
“Yes,” I said, the word cracking out of me before I could tame it.
Silence crashed between us.
“I’m tired of everyone acting like I need you to survive,” I continued, the dam broken. “Maybe that used to be true, but it’s not anymore. Instead of telling me to be myself, you’re always telling me how to act, like I’m some extension of you.”
“That’s not fair,” she shot back. “The only reason we’re so close is because we’re similar. You were always too scared to take initiative. I just pushed you a little. If you’ve been thinking this way the whole time, you don’t know me at all.”
Frustration boiled over.
“You always have to be right,” I said. “If things don’t go your way, everyone else is the villain. Just because Jungwon wasn’t ready to love you, you threw him away completely.”
Her eyes flashed. “Why are you defending him? I didn’t do anything wrong by expecting my boyfriend to love me. And why would I stay friends with someone I still liked? I’d only get led on. You wouldn’t understand any of this anyway. You’ve never been in a relationship.”
“Maybe I understand more than you think,” I said quietly. “He hurt you. You hurt him. You’re the one keeping that hurt alive.”
“If he’s still hurt, that’s his problem,” she snapped. “Love is unfair, Y/n. That’s what you don’t know.”
“I know exactly how unfair it is,” I said, my voice shaking.
She stared at me for a long moment, her gaze sharp and wounded.
“You’re hiding something from me,” she said finally. “I don’t know what it is, but I can feel it. And it hurts that you don’t trust me enough to be honest.”
Her words hit exactly where they were aimed. Because she was right.
“Just leave,” I whispered. “Please.”
She left.
I collapsed onto my bed and cried until my chest ached, not just from what I’d said but from what I still couldn’t.
It wasn’t that I didn’t trust her. It was that the truth would shatter whatever was left between us. I wasn’t ready to watch that happen.
For the first time, I started to hate the version of myself who thought silence was kindness.
That night, I called Jungwon.
“Do you think love is unfair?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
He was quiet for a long time.
“Yeah,” he said eventually. “I think it can be. A lot of the time.”
“Your ex,” I said. “If she had to move away because of her parents, that must have been unfair for her too. Maybe she didn’t want to end things. If you forgave her, maybe you’d finally let go.”
“Why are you worrying about that now?” he asked softly. “Did something happen with Yeonseo?”
“We fought,” I admitted. “Because I’m a coward. Because I couldn’t tell her the truth.”
“About the kiss?”
The word sat like a stone in my throat.
“Yes,” I forced out. “About you. About me.”
He sighed. “Do you want me to get back together with her?”
“No,” I said quickly. “I just want you to be happy.”
Silence stretched between us, full of things we understood but still refused to say.
“I want you to be happy too,” he said finally.
I looked at my reflection in the dark window and barely recognized the person staring back.
The next day, as we walked home together, my chest felt heavy with the decision I kept postponing.
“I have to tell her,” I said. “I can’t keep lying.”
He nodded, though his jaw tightened. “Whatever happens…that’s between you and her,” he said. “I don’t want to be the reason you lose your best friend.”
“You’re not the reason,” I said. “I am.”
“Still,” he said. “If she hates me more, I’ll live. If she hates you…that’s different.”
I didn’t answer.
I found Yeonseo after school the day after, near the shoe lockers.
“I need to talk to you,” I said.
She crossed her arms. “About what?”
“About Jungwon,” I said. “And about me.”
On the walk home, my words stumbled out in halves and starts. I didn’t tell her about the kiss. I told myself I was protecting her from more pain. I knew, even as I spoke, that I was also protecting myself.
“After we became friends, I started to like him,” I said quietly. “More than a friend.”
She stopped walking.
“Keep going,” she said, her voice low, controlled.
“After you broke up, we kept hanging out,” I confessed. “I hid it from you. I told myself I just liked being his friend, that it wasn’t about wanting him. But I was wrong. I should have told you sooner.”
Her eyes shone with something brittle.
“Does he know?” she asked.
“No,” I lied about that part. “And I’m not going to tell him. I just…want things to go back to how they were.”
“They can’t,” she said flatly. “You wanted him for yourself. Even if you didn’t date, you built something with him that I didn’t get to see. You chose him over me and then lied about it.”
“That’s not—”
“I don’t want to be your friend anymore,” she said, cutting me off. “I don’t trust you. Do whatever you want with him. I don’t care.”
It was only later, turning her words over in my head, that I understood: she cared too much. That was the point.
I watched her walk away, my heart splintering in slow motion.
I didn’t chase her. Not because I didn’t want to, but because I didn’t think I deserved to.
When I told Jungwon, his face fell.
“She doesn’t want to fix it?” he asked.
I shook my head. “She said she can’t forgive me.”
He stared at me for a long moment.
“I’m still your friend,” he said softly.
“I don’t feel like I’ve been a very good one,” I said. The truth about the kiss pressed against my teeth. “She didn’t know about us. About…any of it. I lied to both of you.”
“You said you’d never choose,” he said quietly. “But you did. You chose me.”
“I know,” I whispered. “I’m sorry.”
“Why?” he asked. “Why choose me?”
Because I loved you, I thought.
“I developed feelings for you,” I said instead. “But that’s not why I stayed. I wanted to be your friend because you made me feel seen. I lied because I was scared of losing that. Of going back to being just…someone’s shadow.”
He exhaled slowly. “I understand why you did it,” he said. “I just wish you hadn’t. I know you’re trustworthy, but right now…I don’t know how to give you that trust again.”
“If I’d told you sooner how I felt,” I said bitterly, “would you have still kissed me?”
“No,” he said immediately. “I wouldn’t have wanted to confuse you like that. None of this would have happened if I’d controlled myself.”
He looked away, jaw clenched.
“I’m sorry too,” he added quietly. “I knew how complicated it was with Yeonseo. You trusted me not to cross that line, and I did. I put you in an impossible position. That’s on me.”
“This is my fault,” I said. “I tried to have everything and ended up with nothing.”
He didn’t argue. Maybe because we both knew the truth was somewhere in between.
The next few days passed with no words from either of them. I felt like I was being punished, so I accepted it.
Yeonseo now walked past me in the hallway without a glance.
At lunch, a few classmates approached my table, where I sat alone with my untouched food.
“Did something happen between you and Yeonseo?” one of them asked. Everyone had started noticing the tension between us.
I stared at my tray. “I made a mistake,” I said. “I’m dealing with the consequences.”
They tried to pry, but I shook my head.
“It’s between us,” I said. “I just…hope she forgives me someday.”
To my surprise, one of them sat beside me and nudged my shoulder.
“You can sit with us,” she said. “So you don’t have to eat alone.”
“Yeah,” another chimed in. “You look like you’re about to cry.”
I almost laughed.
Their kindness felt strange and new, like a pair of shoes I hadn’t broken in yet—stiff, a little uncomfortable, but warming my feet anyway.
During PE, I saw Jungwon across the gym. To my surprise, he waved. My new friends glanced between us.
“Are you guys close?” one of them asked.
“We were,” I said. “When he was dating Yeonseo.”
Later, as we rested by the bleachers, I asked them about his ex.
“Oh, her,” one girl said. “She was smart. Quiet. A nerd, kind of like you. They started dating when she tutored him. Her parents were strict, though. They didn’t like her dating. I heard she got transferred to an all‑girls school when they found out.”
“So it wasn’t just the distance,” I murmured.
They shrugged. “Guess not. Parents like that…what can you do?”
I thought of what I’d told him, about forgiveness and unfairness.
Maybe his ex hadn’t wanted to leave him at all. Maybe she’d been trapped by something bigger than them. Maybe they’d both spent years blaming themselves for a choice that had never really been theirs.
On the walk back to class, my classmates giggled about seeing me with him at the river before.
“Sorry I told everyone,” the girl with the bike said, grinning. “But you two looked like you were on a date. You kind of suit each other.”
My face burned.
“I wouldn’t date him,” I said quickly. “He’s Yeonseo’s ex.”
“They don’t talk anymore,” one of them pointed out. “Why does it matter?”
“Because it’s still wrong,” I said. “And he wouldn’t go for it either.”
They traded looks.
“Doesn’t look like he minds walking with you,” someone muttered.
I changed the subject.
After school, Jungwon caught up to me near the gates.
“Hey,” he said. “Want to walk together?”
I hesitated. It was surprising that he wanted anything to do with me. Walking with him felt like sliding back into a familiar rhythm I wasn’t sure I deserved.
Then I nodded.
“Why aren’t you avoiding me?” I asked bluntly once we’d fallen into step.
“I thought about what you said,” he replied. “About honesty being brave. You told me the truth even though it cost you everything. I respect that. It would be stupid of me to punish you for the thing I always say I want.”
He glanced down the road, where Yeonseo had just passed us earlier without a glance.
“When I saw her ignore you,” he said quietly, “I remembered how it felt when my ex moved away. Like I’d been erased. You don’t deserve that.”
My throat tightened. “I hurt her.”
“You lied to protect her feelings,” he said. “If I were you, I might’ve done the same. It was a mistake, sure. But not evil.”
I exhaled shakily. “I asked my classmates about your ex,” I said. “I hope that’s okay.”
He shrugged. “What did they say?”
I told him everything.
He looked stunned. “I knew her parents were strict. She always wanted to keep us a secret. At some point, I thought she was embarrassed by me. That I cared more than she did.”
He laughed bitterly. “Then she agreed to let people know. Took that risk. And I thought, ‘Okay, she really loves me.’ I never knew that might be what got her sent away.”
“She might not have had a choice,” I said softly.
“Maybe,” he said. “But that just means I should be with someone who’s free to follow their heart. No restrictions. No secrets forced on them.”
I thought of Yeonseo. Of the invisible tether between us. Of how it tied my heart to hers even now, when we weren’t speaking.
“Sometimes I feel like I’m still restricted,” I admitted. “By her. By what I did. Even when she’s not around, I’m measuring every step against what she’d think.”
He glanced at me. “I know. And I hate that for you.”
We walked in silence for a while.
“I told my teammates we’re friends,” he said suddenly. “They were cool with it, actually. Said you seemed chill.”
A small smile tugged at my lips. “That’s…good?”
“It means we don’t have to hide,” he said. “We’re not doing anything wrong by hanging out. Yeonseo clearly doesn’t care what we do anymore, so why should we?”
“She cares,” I said quietly. “That’s why it hurts her so much. If she didn’t, none of this would matter.”
He sighed. “You’re still defending her.”
“I always will,” I said. “Even if we’re not friends. I’m still grateful to her.”
“For what?”
“For helping me meet you,” I said.
He looked away, ears turning pink.
Exams approached, and our afternoons filled with notes and highlighters.
“Are you good at studying?” he asked one day.
“It’s the one thing I’m confident in,” I said.
“Then help me,” he grinned. “I’ll pay you back somehow.”
We met by the river to study, our textbooks spread out on a blanket, pages fluttering in the breeze. My friends teased me about “tutoring my almost‑boyfriend,” but I ignored them. I told myself this was practical: he needed help, and I could give it. That was all.
Sometimes, when he leaned over my notebook to ask a question, our shoulders brushed. My heart would stutter, then settle into a rhythm that felt like both too much and exactly right.
Over time, the sharp ache of my earlier guilt dulled into something softer, like a bruise fading from purple to yellow. I still liked him. Maybe I always would. But I started to accept that what we had—a friendship built on shared confessions, quiet afternoons, and mutual trust—was something I didn’t want to risk for a label.
After exams, he stretched his arms behind his head and smiled.
“I think I did okay,” he said. “If I pass, I’m treating you to dinner.”
“You don’t owe me anything,” I said.
“I want to,” he insisted.
He also wanted to play basketball with me.
“You’ve never played with me,” he pointed out one afternoon.
“Because I suck,” I said.
“That’s okay. I’ll go easy.”
We played at a nearby park until the sun dipped low. I missed shots; he exaggerated his reactions when I actually scored. At some point, I realized I was laughing, loudly, without worrying about who might be listening.
Later, we went to see a movie I’d been wanting to watch, and he endured my whispered commentary with exaggerated patience.
As we left the theatre and headed toward a small restaurant, we ran into one of Yeonseo’s friends.
She took in our proximity, the easy way we stood side by side, and her eyes narrowed.
“Are you two…dating?” she asked bluntly.
“No,” Jungwon said, expression sharpening. “We’re friends. Why do you care?”
“You know why,” she said coolly. “Just remember she exists.”
She left before either of us could respond.
“Why does everyone assume we’re together?” Jungwon muttered. “Do we look that good together?”
My face heated. “Apparently.”
He glanced at me, more serious now.
“Do you still like me?” he asked.
The question knocked the air out of my lungs. For a second, I considered lying. It would have been easier.
“Maybe,” I admitted. “A little. But our friendship matters more to me. I don’t want to ruin it. I already ruined enough.”
He nodded slowly.
“I definitely had feelings for you at some point,” he said. “Maybe I still do. But I don’t think I’m ready to date anyone. And you’ve never even dated before. It’s…a lot.”
“I know,” I said.
“I’m just glad we can say this out loud,” he added. “I’ve never had that with anyone. With my ex, with Yeonseo…there was always something I kept back.”
He hesitated.
“If you started dating someone else…would we still be this close?” he asked.
I thought about it. About all the ways I’d already chosen him, silently, in the space between options.
“I’d want us to be,” I said. “But I don’t know. I’d probably still pick you, if I had to choose. I already did once.”
He smiled sadly. “If I end up loving someone someday, I hope they understand why I care about you. I wouldn’t want them to make me choose.”
I bumped his shoulder lightly. “Did you just say you love me?”
He flushed. “Not like that.”
“Sure,” I said, grinning.
He laughed. “We’ve come a long way, huh.”
“Yeah,” I said softly. “We have.”
A few weeks later, our class went on a trip—hiking, sightseeing, pretending to pay attention to a guide who talked about history while everyone secretly took photos instead.
I spent most of the time with my new friends and some of his teammates. We took pictures with mountains in the background, shared snacks, complained about the uphill sections.
Yeonseo was there too, always just far enough away that I could see her but not reach her. Sometimes our eyes met for a fraction of a second. She always looked away first.
At one point, one of Jungwon’s friends jokingly draped an arm over my shoulders.
“Careful,” he teased Jungwon. “I might steal her.”
“Cut it out,” Jungwon snapped, a little too quickly. “You’re making her uncomfortable.”
I laughed nervously, cheeks burning, aware of several phones pointed in our direction.
Later, I slipped away to walk by a small creek, needing air that wasn’t shared with laughter and half‑truths.
He found me there, hands in his pockets.
“Sorry about my friend,” he said. “He’s an idiot.”
“It’s okay,” I said. “I was just…embarrassed. No one’s ever flirted with me before.”
He blinked. “Seriously?”
I nodded.
“If we weren’t friends,” he said lightly, “I probably would’ve flirted with you by now.”
I snorted. “I could use the practice.”
He considered this.
“Okay. You’re pretty,” he said. “And I like how mysterious you are.”
I raised an eyebrow. “You’ve said that before.”
“Maybe I was flirting then too,” he said. “Without realizing.”
“No one’s ever told me I’m pretty,” I admitted. “Not seriously.”
“Then they’re blind,” he said.
For once, I didn’t automatically argue.
A few weeks after the trip, he told me he’d run into his ex while visiting relatives.
“I always wondered what I’d feel if I saw her again,” he said as we sat by the river, feet dangling above the water. “Turns out…it was like seeing an old classmate. I was…fine. I think that means I’m over her.”
“I’m happy for you,” I said. And I was. It meant one ghost had finally let go of his throat.
“She asked if I was seeing anyone,” he continued. “Even asked me out. She said she didn’t want her parents to control her life anymore. That she regretted what happened. But I wasn’t interested. Which…surprised me.”
He scratched his head.
“She asked if there was someone else,” he said. “I told her…maybe.”
“Who?” I asked, heart pounding.
“You,” he said simply.
My brain short‑circuited.
“As a friend,” he added quickly, seeing the panic in my eyes. “Like…Valentine’s as friends. It’s normal, right? People do that.”
“No,” I said flatly. “It’s not.”
“Why not?”
“Because everyone already thinks we’re dating,” I said. “And my friends would never shut up about it. And Yeonseo—”
“There it is,” he said, a little sharply. “Why do you still care so much about what she thinks? Do you really think you’ll be friends again?”
“I don’t know,” I whispered. “But I haven’t forgiven myself yet. Maybe that’s why I can’t let go. It feels wrong to be happy when I’m the one who broke us.”
“The only thing you did wrong was lie to protect her feelings,” he said. “And like I said, I would’ve done the same. What’s the point of regretting the past? All we can do is be honest now.”
He was right about one thing: regretting hadn’t changed anything. All it had done was keep me stuck.
“Then honestly,” I said, “I can’t be your Valentine.”
“Fine,” he sighed. “Then we’ll just spend the day alone. Together. No labels.”
“How is that any different?” I asked.
“It’s not,” he said quietly. “Just like how what we have isn’t that different from dating. We do everything a couple does. We just don’t call it that.”
I stared at him.
“You’re the one who said we should never kiss again. For Yeonseo’s sake,” I reminded him. “Now you’re saying it doesn’t matter?”
He grimaced. “You’re right. I’m contradicting myself. I keep pretending that as long as we don’t name this, it’s harmless. Maybe there’s no point pretending anymore.”
The air between us felt heavier than it had in a long time.
“We both know our feelings didn’t just disappear,” he said softly. “We just buried them to protect what we had. Maybe…we don’t have to anymore.”
“Are you saying we should date?” I asked.
He held my gaze.
“I’m saying…we could try,” he said. “If you want to. If you are ready to stop pretending this is nothing.”
Fear fluttered in my chest, quick and wild.
“We might ruin everything,” I whispered. “What if it ends? What if you leave too? I don’t think I can lose you as a friend.”
“I trust you more than anyone,” he said. “I’m not scared of you hurting me. And if something feels off, we can talk about it. Actually talk. That’s more than I’ve had with anyone.”
“It’s too sudden,” I said. “We’ve spent so long building this version of us. Are we really going to throw it away in one conversation?”
“We’re not throwing it away,” he said. “We’re just…calling it what it’s becoming. But if the timing feels wrong to you, I’ll wait. I’m not in a rush to be with anyone else.”
“Let me think,” I whispered. “I don’t want to have regrets. Not again.”
He nodded. “Okay.”
That night, I went to Yeonseo’s house.
She opened the door, surprise flickering across her face, quickly replaced by wariness.
“What do you want?” she asked.
“To talk,” I said. “Please.”
We sat in the small park near her house, where we’d played as kids. The swings creaked; the slide’s metal was cold under my hand.
“I’m…happy that you seem okay,” I began lamely.
She shrugged. “I’m not. But I’ll live.”
I took a deep breath.
“I still see Jungwon,” I said. “A lot. We’re…close. Closer than I ever expected. He asked if we should try dating.”
Her expression darkened immediately.
“And you came to ask my permission?” she said. “Do you feel no shame at all?”
“I do,” I said quickly. “I feel ashamed all the time. I know I hurt you. I know I lied. I’m not asking you to approve. I just…don’t want to keep holding myself back for your sake without you knowing why. That feels like another lie.”
She looked away.
“Do you still like him?” I asked carefully.
“No,” she said. “Not like that. I’m hurt, not heartbroken. I’m hurt that you chose his side. That you saw him struggling and decided he needed your sympathy more than I needed your loyalty. You say you care about me, but when it came down to it, you picked him.”
Tears pricked my eyes. “I was selfish,” I said. “I wanted both of you. I wanted to be the person he confided in and the person you trusted. I tried to be both and failed at both.”
“Yeah,” she said. “You were selfish. And so was I. And so was he. That’s why everything fell apart. I resented both of you. That’s why I cut you off.”
She exhaled, long and shaky.
“But I’m tired,” she said. “If being with him makes you happy…then be with him. I won’t pretend I’ll ever be okay with it. If you date him, we’re not going to be friends again. I can’t imagine that right now. Maybe that’ll change someday, I don’t know. But for a long time…it’ll be over.”
My chest ached.
“You have a big heart,” I said quietly. “Bigger than I gave you credit for. I’m sorry I couldn’t be honest sooner.”
She snorted. “You don’t get to say that.”
She stood.
“If you said everything you needed to say,” she said, “then I’m going home.”
I watched her walk away without looking back.
For the first time, I let myself accept that our story—hers and mine—might have reached its ending, at least for now.
I hated that my choices had helped bring us here. But for once, I wasn’t going to pretend they hadn’t.
That night, I called Jungwon.
“I talked to her,” I said.
“And?”
“She said if we date, she and I will probably never be friends again,” I replied. “At least not for a long time. But she won’t stop us. She doesn’t want to be the reason I’m unhappy. Even if she can’t forgive me yet.”
“And what do you want?” he asked.
I closed my eyes.
“I want you,” I said. “And it hurts that I can’t have both. But I can’t keep pretending I don’t feel this way. I’ve been pretending for so long, I don’t know who I am when I stop. I’m tired of hiding—from you, from her, from myself.”
There was a pause. Then I heard him exhale, like he’d been holding his breath for months.
“Then let’s stop pretending,” he said. “Let’s try. We don’t have to promise forever. Just…honesty. If something feels wrong, we say it. If we’re scared, we say it. No more lying to protect each other from the truth. No more lying to ourselves.”
“I’m scared,” I admitted. “Not just of losing you. Of becoming the kind of person who hurts people and doesn’t care.”
“You’re not that person,” he said immediately. “You care too much. That’s why this hurts so much. That’s why you told her, even when you could’ve kept quiet and had things easier. You’re allowed to move forward, even if you made mistakes.”
Tears slid down my cheeks.
“Will you be happy?” he asked softly. “If we’re together?”
“Yes,” I said. “I think I’d be happier than I’ve ever been. Even if it hurts too.”
“Then that’s enough for me,” he said.
I wiped my eyes and nodded, even though he couldn’t see it.
“Okay,” I whispered. “Let’s try.”
For the first time in a long time, the words didn’t feel like a lie.
I couldn’t change what I’d done. I couldn’t undo the hurt I’d caused or the friendship I’d cracked. But I could stop pretending I was someone who didn’t want anything. I could stop hiding behind other people’s expectations and start living with the consequences of my choices.
In little ways, I tried to do better. When classmates asked nosy questions, I didn’t lie. When Jungwon’s teammates teased us, I didn’t dodge the truth—I just said, “We’re figuring it out,” and let that be enough. When my new friends invited me to lunch, I didn’t wait to see who else was going. I said yes because I wanted to.
Maybe one day, Yeonseo would forgive me. Maybe she wouldn’t. Maybe our paths would cross in some distant future where we’d both grown into different versions of ourselves. If that day came, I wanted to be able to look her in the eye and say I’d at least learned from the way I hurt her.
Either way, I’d finally said the thing I’d been swallowing for months:
I can’t pretend anymore.
And somehow, that felt less like an ending and more like the beginning of something honest.
i didn't want her to be two parts but i don't think it's all fitting in one post, ignore this if you commented under my last post, you've been added already!
RELEASE : first part will be out within the next week i hope, she's almost done just needs a couple tweaks.
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pairing: Yang Jungwon x f!reader (reader is older than Jungwon)
synopsis: you thought working as a producer for Enhypen would be fun. hardworking artists who treat their staff respectfully, so respectfully they make sure you feel comfortable and relaxed. Jungwon in specific takes great care of that. Preferable in-between your legs.
content warnings: explicit!language, explicit!content, smut, oral sex (f receiving), pussyaddict!jungwon, squirting, heavy overstimulation, messy messy messy eater, typos! Not proofread
You have always been a workaholic. Not because you need the money, not because you need to impress anyone anymore at this point, but simply because you love your job.
You feel blessed, every day, for being able to live out your dream and spread your music across the world, even if it’s someone else singing it. You have been working as a producer for the kpop industry for about two years now and now, finally, you kind of settled for a specific group you would be working for more frequently. Enhypen was kind of the perfect choice, the ideal group to work for. The boys were well-mannered, polite and overall easy to work with. And of course, incredibly handsome as well.
You’ve only been permanently working for them for about two months now and you’re currently preparing demos for the next comeback.
“Fuck”, your scream echoes through the entire studio and is soon followed by the sound of your fist slamming onto the desk in front of you.
file couldn’t be saved.
file couldn’t be saved.
file couldn’t be saved.
“No, no, no!” You grunt in frustration. This is the second time already, that this happens to you and although you try your best to refresh your screen or redownload the projects, your hard work is lost and you know it. It’s already night by now and you’ve been working on this for the past 5 hours. 5 hours of work down the drain because of your old, stupid laptop.
You’re so deep in your frustration and anger, you don’t even notice the door to your studio slowly opening. Like some ghost entering unnanounced, but instead it’s Jungwon’s head bopping around the corner.
You don’t want him to see you like this. Jungwon’s always been exceptionally sweet to you. So considered and gentle, just like the proper, good leader that he was. He was cute too, in a playful, almost childlike way. But he isn’t a child, he is a man and you’ve already noticed that a bit too much especially lately.
Even in your frustration you can’t deny the fact that he looks so hot in his grey sweatpants and tightly fitted black shirt. And those glasses he’s wearing. They make him look like a hot nerd. You’re so distracted by his looks, you almost forget about the misery you’re in. Until his voice pulls you back into reality. He’s standing right in front of you now and closes the door behind him.
“What’s wrong, Noona?” He asks you in a soft tone. You find it cute when he calls you that, so you chuckle softly even though you feel like crying.
“My laptop acted up once again and now my works have been deleted, but it’s okay, I’ll just redo them.”, you try to cheer yourself up but fail miserably and Jungwon immediately senses it by the look in your eyes. He sighs in frustration too as he looks back and forth between you and the laptop in front of you, trying to figure out a way to help you, but he can’t. He doesn’t know much about composing, not the way you do anyway.
And he really admires you for that. He never wanted to admit it to you, but he was actually the person that had talked their ceo into hiring you permanently.
“I’m really sorry that happened, Noona. If you want I can stay here with you, so you’re not alone”, he suggests with a smile on his face. He looks even cuter like that, with his dimples and squeezed eyes. “Oh, you’re probably tired, so go home, Jungwonah, I got this”, you assure him but Jungwon insists by already sitting down next to you. If he’s being honest with himself, he just wants to watch you as you work.
And that’s what he does. He watches you so attentively as you lock back into your work and try to recreate the files you’ve lost. His head rests on his hand comfortably as he studies the serious expressions on your face:
The way you furrow your eyebrows and push your hair back. The way your head bops to the rhythm, the way you clench your jaw when you’re uncertain about specific sounds. You look so hot, Jungwon thinks and he feels his ears heating up right away. When he’s assured that you’re not noticing his piercing eyes on you, he allows his eyes to wander down your neck to your cleavage. You’re only wearing a black top, a tight one that hugs your round tits perfectly. Jungwon can’t help but bite down his lower lip as he watches them jiggle a bit as you move in your chair.
You truly don’t notice him. You’re a workaholic, after all. Once you’re locked into the music you’re creating, a bomb could go off next to you and you wouldn’t notice. That’s probably why you barely noticed how you accidentally dropped the pen you’ve been holding in your hand for no particular reason.
But Jungwon does right away so he gets up.
“It’s ok, just leave it”, you assure him absentmindedly but Jungwon is already on his knees, looking for the pen underneath your desk and that’s finally when your attention shifts a bit. Because how can THAT possibly be left unnoticed? Jungwon crawling underneath you, right in front of your legs. You try not to look down, try to keep your mind from shifting to forbidden places, forbidden thoughts. But again, how is that even possible? For a moment you’re worried. Jungwon shouldn’t be down there in front of you when you’re wearing a skirt that he could easily peak under. That would be entirely inappropriate of him. But… why is it turning you on so much?
“I got it!”, Jungwon suddenly exclaims in a cheerful chant and you meet his eyes when you look down. He’s on all fours right in front of you, cat eyes darting up at you, looking at you through his lashes. He’s smiling so proudly and you hope he can’t see that the heat has already risen to your cheeks. The position the two of you are in is… risky, to say the least. Dangerous and Jungwon finally notices it too.
Your knees are right in front of him and if only you parted your legs.. just a bit. The two of you seem frozen for a moment, unable to move and that’s when a very tempting thought crosses the boy’s mind. He wants to comfort you, right? He wants you to relax after losing your precious files. As an artist, it’s his job to make his coworkers feel comfortable… feel good to work with him.
He doesn’t even notice how he slowly starts to lick his lips but you do. Fuck, you think to yourself. That just looked so fucking hot. That tongue, that pink, soft tongue with the little slit in the middle. He must be so skilled with that - no. You stop yourself. You cannot think about such things, not when it’s about Yang fucking Jungwon.
“You… thank you for picking it up”, you mumble almost inaudible because you fear you might accidentally let out those ridiculous thoughts. And you hope that he takes this as a call to get back up but he stays right there, so all you could do is focus back on your laptop. Which is entirely impossible with Jungwon right there in front of you on his knees.
“Your legs must hurt from sitting around all day, Y/n noona”, Jungwon suddenly whispers and you can sense the shift in his voice right away. You’re still a musician after all. There’s an airiness to his voice, a soft groan almost. And it’s gotten lower, darker, more… lingering, yet almost seductive. No, it’s definitely seductive.
You hear it and you feel it in the way you suddenly feel his fingers on your legs, running them up and down. His hands feel so good and he’s not wrong after all: your legs do feel a bit numb from sitting around all day. You’re still not looking down but you can feel his breath hitting against your knees so you know he’s shifted closer to you, causing you to immediately clutch your legs together even more. The friction is relieving and that’s when you feel you have long started to get wet and you wonder if Jungwon is doing this because he’s noticed it. Maybe he’s already seen your juices leaking through the thin fabric of your slip or he’s already smelt their sweet scent.
Nevertheless, you feel so embarrassed, you can’t even think about ever meeting his eyes again. Why is he not getting up again…? You ask yourself again and again and again.
His hands continue to run up and down your lower legs until he begins digging his fingers into your soft skin. He’s massaging your calves now and he’s loving the way you’re obviously avoiding to look at him. He’s enjoying the view of your tits from below too much anyway. He can’t see underneath your skirt yet but he wants to, he will eventually, he knows it. He knows it because you’re not stopping him. He would make this count and entirely unforgettable for you because he’s already thinking ahead to the times he would repeat this very action. And many other actions.
It doesn’t take long for his fingers to wander up but they stop at the hem of your skirt. Then he waits for your approval and when you finally look down again, he feels as if his heart jump out of his chest. The look in your eyes screams pure sex, you can’t deny it. He’s riled you up just by massaging your legs, you feel pathetic but you also don’t want to let this opportunity go to waste. How many times will you find an idol between your legs again? Especially one you like as much as you like Jungwon.
“What are you doing?” You whisper in a serious tone but both Jungwon and you know that you’re not intended to stop him. Jungwon’s head is already between your legs now, with your knees on both of his head’s sides, but your skirt is still covering your clothed core. Jungwon grins now. He feels at his rightful place: right there underneath you, on all fours, about to eat you out like you’re his last meal. He truly has to stop himself from drooling onto the floor at the thought of tasting you just once. Oh he can already picture your pretty pussy. Oh, how he would dive right in there, bury his entire face in your womanhood until he’s suffocating. His cock feels like it’s about to explode in his pants. At this point he’s so hard it hurts.
“I want to help you relax, Y/n. You’ve been working so hard for us, the least I can do is return the favour.” Jungwon speaks in such a low tone, you’re actually surprised and it turns you on even more. He starts letting his finger dance over the fabric of your skirt. He doesn’t intend on taking it off, that would just cost him unnecessary time. So instead, he folds it up enough to finally reveal your panties. And they’re SOAKED. You haven’t even realised how much more juice has seeped past your lips. You can hear him inhale deeply and you can hear him do it too.
Jungwon closes his eyes as he inhales once again, taking in as much scent as he can and he immediately starts grinning. Just from the smell he can tell he’s about to have a FEAST. Everything this man does is so fucking hot to you, the impatience inside of you keeps growing and growing. Well, the impatience between your legs is.
Jungwon leans forward now, pressing his nose against the wetness of your underwear and you gasp in shock but all he does is snicker and inhale your scent yet again. You’ve never seen a man do that. The vibrations of his little laughter immediately send shivers down your spine and ring against your swollen clit that already demands to be touched, but Jungwon takes his sweet time. You can tell he takes eating pussy very seriously and it only excites you that much more. With one hasty move, he’s pulled your slip all the way down to your ankles but once again, he doesn’t bother wasting time on taking them off all the way because slowly, he is starting to become the impatient one. He has to taste you now, there’s no way around it.
Jungwon wraps his arms around your legs from below and lifts them up over his shoulders immediately, which causes you to shift downwards in your chair, causing his core to be pressed against his chin already, just like he had planned.
The first thing he does is twirl his tongue around your entire womanhood in a big circle. Another approach no man has ever done with you. For Jungwon, it’s truly about collecting all those juices with his tongue, as if he’s trying to swoop them up.
A moan leaves your lips already and you immediately press a hand to your lips. You didn’t expect him to be THIS good already and he hasn’t even started fully yet. Jungwon snickers once again.
“Fuck, you taste amazing Noona!”, Jungwon praises against your lips but he’s still looking up into your eyes past your folded skirt and that’s when you giggle a bit. He looks forbiddingly cute like that, even when he’s eating you out. Then he pulls back a little to lick his lips as if he’s just eaten a very luxurious dinner. Now that his curiosity is killed, he wants to take his time to truly pamper you slowly and romantically, like you deserve. So he starts to press sweet kisses to your inner thighs, but it actually only pisses you off.
“Quit teasing, didn’t you say you want to help me relax, Jungwonah?”, you grunt in frustration and try to shift to press your pussy back against his lips which only makes the cheeky boy laugh devilishly. Oh, he’s a tease. You’ve always known that.
“Forgive me, Noona”, he says before licking up a long stripe from your entrance over your juice-coated lips all the way up to your clit. That’s when you squirm once and he knows where your sweet spot is right away. He focuses on your clit right away and starts to twirl his tongue around it. His tongue dances almost as well as he does. That magic muscle inside of his mouth, it drives you crazy. He’s so precise with his licks, yet so sloppy at the same time. He’s drooling onto your already oozing pussy, so he slurps up your wetness again and again inbetween kitten-licks. Your moans fill the room that is already used to music, but certainly none of this kind. In a twisted way, you think about how insane this sound would go in a song. The sound of jungwon groaning against your cunt, mixing with his slurping and sucking and licking.
Jungwon is desperate. Desperate for your juices, desperate to eat you out and it’s very clear: he’s not doing this for you. It’s not about just getting you off, it’s not about GIVING. HE needs that even more than you do. To be between your legs, to eat your juices until he’s satisfied - which he never is.
He’s completely high on your juices by now and he’s still only focusing on your clit. His head is bobbing and shaking from side to side, up and down repeatedly, again and again and again and he’s getting faster too. You’re completely overstimulated already, you’ve never felt anything like this before. You would’ve never thought this sweet, young, hardworking leader would know how to eat pussy THIS WELL. Your hand sneaks into his hair on its own but Jungwon doesn’t mind. In fact, he even lets a desperate cry, a whimper accidentally slip his mouth when you gentle pull on it and press him closer to your core.
What sends him over the edge is when you start grinding your pussy against his face, running it against his nose and chin and all he has to do is stick out his tongue to occasionally dip past your folds inside your entrance. He doesn’t care that you’re already coating his face with your juices - in fact: he wants you to soak it as well. And still, his eyes never leave yours. He loves to study the way your face twitches or your mouth open and he adores when you frown like that as you moan his name which also gets louder and louder.
“Jungwonah…”, you whine for more as you feel your orgasm slowly nearing and he gets it immediately. He wraps his arm around your thighs now to hold you in place, but his free hand is already at your entrance, with both his index and middle finger fiddling with your folds while his incredibly skilled tongue is already focused on your clit again. He changes between licking and sucking at the sensitive bud, but what trips you over the edge is when he slowly starts pushing the two digits past your entrance right into you. You twitch inside your seat as much as you can, but Jungwon’s grip around your thighs is tight, so all you can do is sit through it. Literally.
Jungwon doesn’t waste any time again and starts fucking into you, with his fingers slightly curling up to meet the rigged spot right above your entrance, your g-spot. He’s so fucking skilled, it blows your mind once again. As he’s thrusting into you with no mercy at a speed that doesn’t give you time to attempt to muffle your loud cries, he’s still licking eagerly at your clit. His head is shaking like crazy now and that’s when you feel it.
Your legs cramp around his neck, your stomach sinks and your entire body tenses up as your own orgasm washes over you with no warning. You bend your back so much, you’re almost lying on his shoulders only.
“Ahh- Jung- Jungwon!”, you cum with his name on your lips, just like he’s wanted you to but Jungwon doesn’t think about stopping even when your release has long spilled into his ever-hungry mouth. No, in fact, he’s still twirling his tongue all around your clit so sloppily now, your legs start to shake as your try to push him off because you’re pussy is already so sensitive from your intense orgasm.
“Please- please I can’t…”, you whimper as you continue to try to push him off with your entire lower body shaking around his head and that’s when, at least, Jungwon pulls his pussy-juices soaked fingers out of you. But he only does that to wrap his other arm around your legs as well to hold you even steadier as he dives in even more.
He’s truly just making out with your sore pussy by now and you’re screaming and squirming, there’s even a tear or two escaping your eyes and the orgasms just never end. Your body is on fire, struck by lightning, you’ve truly never felt anything like this ever before and Jungwon only laughs as your juices finally gush out of you right into his face, on his tongue and against lips. He’s gotten exactly what he’s wanted ever since you’ve started working for them and that’s FINALLY when he gently puts your legs down and moves back just enough for you to see the mess you’ve made out of him.
Your juices are all over his glasses, he can barely see through them anymore but he doesn’t care. No, he wanted that and you know it.
There’s juice dripping from his chin, juice dripping from his lips that he’s licking now and he looks so fucking proud it’s leaving you speechless.
In fact, all you can do is focus on collecting your breath for now. There are still single moans escaping your lips from time to time, but you feel completely destroyed. You feel like your body is on fire while being made out of jelly.
“Feeling relaxed, Noona?”, Jungwon asks smiling proudly as he cleans his glasses on his shirt after he’s gotten up again and you’re still there half lying on the chair that is ALSO soaked in your releases and you don’t even notice how the boy has sneakily stuffed your soaked panties into the pocket of his sweatpants.
“i only threw this party for you. yeah, if you saw my tears, would you touch me?” 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋🎧ྀི — party 4 u by charli xcx
ʚɞ pairing: jungwon x female!reader content: angst // skinny love // fluff warnings (?): more depressing if you listen to the song while reading (lol) wc: ??
synopsis . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁. after the sudden disappearance of jungwon, the person you had a one-sided love for, you threw a party in hopes that he’d show up.
you tapped profusely on your phone, stalking through all of jungwon’s social media accounts— seeing if he was busy doing something.
reason for that is simply because you threw a party. yes. you. not only were you surprised at yourself for declaring a party at your own house, but your other friends were too. it was quite unusual of you.
to your party, you had invited all of jungwon’s close friends, all in hope that he would come.
you’re intentions behind the party was obvious, but only your best friend knew the real reasoning.
jungwon and you had been friends for sometime, always hanging out in the same circle, classes, and bumping into each other around campus. as soon as you locked eyes with him, you were stuck.
whenever he talked or even did a small gesture, you paid all your attention on him. literally whatever it was. day after day, he was on your mind— in a very unhealthy way. the two of you never hung out one on one, but you felt that jittery feeling being near him all the time.
but recently, jungwon had went full ghost on you.
he disappeared.
he didn’t show up when you happened to be present. and it was killing you.
back to scrolling on your phone, he had posted nothing. getting tired of trying to figure out yourself, you went up to ni-ki, his close friend.
“hi ni-ki, how are you holding up?”
he turned around swiftly and smiled, grasping the red cup his hand by the rim. “i’m great, what about you?”
“amazing too!” of course you were lying. but you continued on,
“hey, by chance— you haven’t seen jungwon, right?”
“mhm, that’s right. dunno what he’s up to.”
he fumbled with the sunglasses that were resting on his head and put them over him eyes.
“oh, okay. well— thanks. i’ll leave you alone now.”
he nodded his head and turned back around to continue the conversation he had earlier before interrupted.
you scouted for his other friends, anyone that could answer your question.
“hey, jake!”
jake spinned. “yo, what’s up y/n?!” jake dapped you up politely.
“i was just wondering.. uh— if the rest of your group was coming to the party?”
he raised an eyebrow. “rest of my group?… oh!— you mean, jungwon?”
your eyes lit up, trying to be as nonchalant as possible. “well, if you’re making that connection, then yeah.”
“i don’t know, man. haven’t heard from him. we all tried reaching out to him, but he never answered.”
“okay, well thanks for helping.”
“helping?” he leaned against the wall for support of his own body.
“i— you know what i mean.” you smiled.
“… y/n, we all know you like him.”
you folded your arms. “i don’t.”
“yeah, you do. i’m assuming you just came up to me to ask if he was coming, am i wrong?”
silence fell.
“you’re not completely wrong.”
“i know.” he took his hand and patted your shoulder lightly. “don’t get so worked up about it.”
you kept a blank face and walked away.
but actually.
how could you not get so worked up about it?
you and jungwon had been hanging out in the group, and you were going crazy thinking if he even liked you how you liked him. but again— none of you ever said anything.
so who’s fault really was it?
you found a corner in the spot of your back patio, staring into the distance. music played in the background, still heard from in your house— it was quiet, yet so loud.
your eyes started to fill with tears.
everything was overwhelming.
not the party.
you carried so many thoughts of jungwon— and you had no clue what to do with them. you were way too scared to say anything to him. fearful of what he would say— how he would act.
now, with him gone out of your sight— everything seemed impossible and you were filled with despair.
“y/n?”
you were quick to turn your head at the sudden voice that appeared next to you.
lo and behold, it was yang jungwon.
there he was, standing a few feet away from you.
he furrowed his brows as he examined your face.
“gosh— are you okay?”
he quickly rushed over to take a closer look. a few inches from your face, you covered yourself with your hands and turned away from him. “i’m fine. where did you come from?” a sense of relief of embarrassment hit you.
“i-i just got here. that’s not watch care about though, did someone do something to you?”
his hand hovered over yours, but he still didn’t touch you directly.
you took a deep breath.
screw it.
“you did something, jungwon.”
his head tilted. “me?”
“yes, you.” you turned towards him fully now. “i like you, jungwon. and this whole party was for you— i threw it just for you— just so i can see you. you’ve been gone for weeks, days, and now.. now you show up?”
he was frozen and in complete silence.
“i never ever thought id like you this much. and i never planned to have you on my mind this often. so im sorry if this is sudden, but i just can’t hold it in anymore.”
you took another breath,
“it hurts to be around you, liking you so much while you don’t even care.”
jungwon swallowed before he reached over to place his hand on your face. your eyes widened slightly as he gently wiped away the tear falling from your cheek with his thumb.
“i don’t think you know how much i actually do care.”
you searched in his eyes to find some sort of explanation as he settled his hand against your face.
“i care too much. too much that i think about you every night.” he paused for a moment. “i didn’t know you liked me like that.. thought i was the only one feeling this way.”
so this whole time, jungwon has liked you. you both were oblivious and scared to acknowledge each other’s feelings. though he just admitted everything, a part of you felt denial.
“do you really feel that way, jungwon?”
“o-of course i do.” he let out a breath— tangling his hand with yours.
and finally, for the past months of overthinking and questions… you finally had an answer.
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.𖥔 ݁ ˖𓂃.☘︎ ݁˖ authors note: hihi guys, i’m back :3 originally i was going to make this completely angst and depressing but my mind can’t handle that rn…. so i needed to make a happy ending for the sake of my mental health and yours (you’re welcome!!!!!!)
›› pairing boyf! yang jungwon x reader warnings jealousy , angst , skinship , ft. jay , wc 1.5k 愛 MLIST
you've seen jungwon jealous. too many times to count. he was vocal about it when it had to be or just ended it with a targeted look at the guy too close to you.
but he never addressed it to you or towards you. you'd ask him what's wrong, he'd tut and shake his head, "nothings wrong."
you thought it was cute. never seeing it as jealousy. you never thought jungwon was the jealous type, though everyone except you thinks otherwise. you never made him jealous intentionally, it just happened. you would shrug it off, the topic buried elsewhere. until today.
it was a minor argument. a thing he'd said, his tone you'd pointed out, him saying you were making up things, and before you knew it, things escalated. all hours prior an event you both had to attend.
the car ride is silent for the most of it. the wrinkled hem of your dress catching your attention as you extend your arms to straighten the fabric. jungwon's voice immediately reaches you. "did you seriously remove the ring?"
your attention shifts to your hand as you notice the missing promise ring, the one you wore at all times. shit. "must've forgotten."
he scoffs under his breath, fingers gripping the wheel. "really? 'cus you never forget it."
you feel the irritancy from the argument earlier arise back as you narrow your eyes. "well i don't fucking plan when to forget and not."
"really fucking believable." he takes one look at you before averting his eyes to the road again.
"you just have to start before something don't you." you sigh, already drained.
jungwon takes a minute, his breathing controlled as he exhales out, counting down the seconds.
that leads you to where you are now, at the event. his annual family dinner. reserved at a fancy downtown restaurant. always grand, loud and bustling. unfamiliar faces, kids giggling and tables full of side dishes.
you greet the familiar faces warmly, offering hugs and compliments. introduce yourself to the distant relatives, asking questions when needed. offering your neat packed gift to his mom when the right time arrives, something you'd been looking for once you heard his mum mention it in a passing conversation. she thanks you well along with a few follow up praises.
you do everything right. laugh when needed, pipe in the conversation during the right times and offer polite nods to anyone and everyone speaking.
everything was right. except the man beside you. jungwon didn't spare you a glance. merely smiled when his mum showed you off to everyone. didn't even lead you through the way with his usual hand on your back.
the final straw was when he sat down on the dinner table. you thought you were imagining things when jungwon pulled the seat across the table. sitting facing you. the two empty cold seats besides you seemed like a joke, a set up. he cannot be for real right now.
soon enough, the table was filled and everyone had taken their places. thankfully, the ones besides you too.
you looked at jungwon for a beat, who was too invested listening to his second cousins ex boyfriends chronicles and poked your fork into your asparagus.
alright. you see how things are.
everyone had moved on from their appetizers to the main course now. the table had fallen into a familiar warm rhythm as everyone shared stories and bites together.
you didn't even realize how invested you were with the new face besides you to notice your boyfriend.
jay. park jeongseong. jungwons cousin, few months older and a business major. he was kind, nice and funny without trying. his witty remarks and endless jungwon imitations had you nearly clutching your stomach from how hard you laughed.
unfortunately, yang jungwon was terrible at masking his jealous. he knew how to behave and be proper except when it came to jealousy. his perfectly controlled facade slipped before he knew it. his features hardening as his eyes darted from you to his cousin beside.
first, you smiled at jay. mouth curved upwards, eyes sparkling.
jungwon caught your eyes and gave you a fleeting look before going back to conversing with one of his uncles.
second, you laughed at him.
he hated it because it was genuine. the rumble of your laughter, slight shake of your shoulder and the way you shut your eyes. his grip around the fork seemed ridiculously tight.
why are you laughing at him like that?
the frown between his brows gradually deepens as hit attention zeroes at you and only you.
third, you hit jays arm.
the tips of your fingers brush against jays bicep as you roll your eyes.
there's a alarm going off in jungwons head as he's burning a hole into you with his gaze. he's about to lunge off this table any second if you don't take your hand off him.
it's been 3 seconds. it's still there.
without breaking the same unwavering gaze he's placed on you, his foot moves.
you're genuinely entranced by the way jay imitates a 15 year old jungwon. his animated gestures and sudden deadpans making you laugh your heart out.
you feel something against your leg. you already know it's jungwon. you freeze. and finally look up to the man sitting against you.
he's staring at you when you look up. eyes hooded, breaths slow, calculated and jaw clenched. his food and the relatives long forgotten.
you hold his stare for a while. what's wrong with him.
when he keeps frowning at you like you're somewhere you're not supposed to be, you look away.
jays new story piqueing your interest as he goes into yet another of jungwons family classic tales.
the foot against your heel goes higher, harsher, slow. the cool edge of his foot colliding with your bare leg through the slit of your dress.
you drop your hands under the table, shoving his foot off with a lack of force as you don't bother sparing him a glance.
if anyone on the table looked at him for long enough, they'd see the cloud of steam over jungwons head and his angry reddened ears.
jungwons feet move again. not near you, but behind your seat ad he hooks his feet onto the hind legs of your chair before pulling you towards the table sharply.
you gasp as the seat jerks forward and the bottom of your chest is pressed to the cold marble. you look at him this time. eyes narrowed, irritated.
he leans forward, his eyes never leaving yours. jays words fade into the back round. you furrow your brows, trying to figure out what possibly could have aggravated your grumpy boyfriend again tonight. you greeted the guests, hugged his mum, asked dad things about his mundane job. what does this boy want.
there was a look in his eyes. a mischievous yet angry glint in his orbs as he leaned forward, too forward. head traveled halfway across the width of the table. he stretched his arm, fingers curling around the wine glass. one second you think he's grabbing it, the next his fingers move. move away and let go.
the glass tips towards you as it's red contents spill over your gown. the cool liquid now stained your dress as the dampness spreads across the thin fabric. a soft gasp leaves your lips as you exhale, stunned.
a few towards your end of the table look over, ask if you're okay, offer towels. you try your best to nod and swat their concerns away. the frantic movements of jay are blurred in your vision as you fixate your gaze on him. he sits there, smug, the angry glint still visible in his orbs.
"excuse me." you murmur as you move away, rushing towards the bathroom. your feet move fast as you try to rub at the growing stain on your gown.
your fingers curl against the restroom knob, ready open. but before you know it, there's boots clicking behind you. a hand against your back, pushing you into the room hastily.
you stumble slightly before turning around only to see jungwon locking the door before he faces you.
you take three strides before standing in front of him. "what the fuck was that?"
his gaze is on you. hard, unreadable, unmoving.
a scoff escalates your lips. "I don't understand what's wrong with you. did I do something out of the place? say something wrong? why are you fucking acting like I'm not your fucking girlfriend and you hate every single second of me being her–"
"why were you smiling at him like that?"
took you a few seconds to process his words. "what?"
jungwon gripped your hips, tight, and spun you to pin you against the locked door. his rough fingers digging into your flesh as you furrowed your brows at him.
he pulled you towards him until your chests were pressed flush against each other. body's tangled in sync with the beating hearts divided by skin and bones. he was so close to you, you could feel his breath blowing against the bridge of your nose. his pupils were blown, angry and restless.
"y/n," his voice harsh. his left knee rises up, in the space between your legs as he pins you to place. "what the fuck could've been so funny hm?"
you turn his words over and over in your head as it registers. he's jealous. you're boyfriend's jealous.
you try to widen the almost non existent gap between your bodies which jungwon instantly refuses. a stern head shake and grumble of denial leaves his pressed lips as he further pushes you into the door along with him.
"your suit." you point to his white fabric catching a hint of the bright red drink from you dress.
he dosen't bother looking, preferring your face instead. his mouth is still clenched and eyebrows nearly becoming one.
the smile you try to fight is long forgotten as your expression cracks. eyebrows raise up and your lips curl the slightest bit. "won, are you jealous?"
his hands travel alongside your sides as his hardened gaze melts. "I am. so stop talking to him. don't look at him."
"really baby?" you frown as your fingers find his collar, tugging it towards you. "why'd you avoid me then?" you pull at his ironed shirt. "in a place full of people I don't know. I think you deserved it a little."
jungwon's gaze darts around your face as he rests his forehead against yours. his fingers digging into your flesh as he breathes against you. "'cus you and your damn attitude. whatever, fuck that, sorry. i'm sorry baby. I'll make it upto you, whatever you want."
you've never seen jungwon so worked up. good for him, you like it. a smile makes it's way upto your face.
Summary: You and Jungkook have been friends since diapers, and one day you decide to hook up for the fun of it, but then you end up pregnant with your best friend's baby. Chaos ensues.
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Accidental Pregnancy AU, Childhood Friends to FWB to Lovers, Slow-Burn, Smut, Fluff, Crack, Angst (barely, you have to squint to see it)
Word Count: 71.2k total
Warnings: chapter specific warnings will be included on each individual post
Author's Note: this is the masterpost for the series where I'll link each chapter once they’re posted! the fic is split by trimester and goes month by month throughout the pregnancy (and slightly before and after) across the three chapters. I hope you all enjoy it and pls feel free to lmk your thoughts or discuss things with me between chapters :)
The First Trimester (M)
Summary: Jungkook makes a proposition you can't don't want to refuse, and there are seemingly no consequences to your friendship at first, but then you miss you period and have to explain to all your loved ones how you got knocked up by your childhood best friend.
Word Count: 26k
The Second Trimester (M)
Summary: You're too busy attending baby prep classes and shopping for furniture together to focus on the significant changes living together and regularly hooking up has introduced into your relationship with Jungkook, although, it doesn't seem like either of you mind all that much.
Word Count: 20.3k
Drabble (M)
Summary: Jungkook decides to generously thank you for allowing him to use your body for his pleasure, but your best friend is an overachiever and his immense gratitude leaves you absolutely breathless.
Word Count: 2.6k
The Third Trimester (M)
Summary: Everything feels different after having the worst scare of your life, but your baby's due date is fast approaching and there's still plenty more important things to do than rifle through your ever-growing feelings for Jungkook. He certainly doesn't make it easy on you when he's constantly sweeping you off your feet.
I loved this!! I loved how their relationship evolved, it felt so natural and genuine. It was really well written. The confession scene is my favorite🤭
I’ve wanted to do this for a while, so here it is! It took some time, but it was necessary for me to better organise everything. It will keep being updated. I hope it can help anyone find fics they like. Also, I would like to thank all those amazing authors for giving us such amazing stories! Happy reading🫶🏾
☆ class president! jungwon x troublemaker! fem! reader
☆ summary: jungwon yang, the stuck-up class president, had a secret: at night, he transformed into a cat. when you, the class's residential troublemaker (and one of the people that jungwon simply couldn't bring himself to understand), accidentally discovered his secret, jungwon found himself questioning his role in the school hierarchy.
☆ genre: fluff!!!! highschool! au, classmates to friends to lovers!!! very silly supernatural occurances, follows the asian school system btw, jungwon is lowk a loser and kinda assholey at the beginning
☆ warning(s)? this is very silly!! minor violence (toward animals)
☆ word count: 15.8k
☆ this isn't my usual writing style, or even my usual progression of events, but i was rlly inspired by those old shoujo animes so i tried to emulate certain features common in that genre! lmk what u think! btw it's not edited, i will go back and edit later but rn i'm j tired lol enjoy!
There were two things that Jungwon Yang hated:
Troublemakers, and teachers that talked too much.
Unfortunately, he was now sitting in a room with both types of people.
"You know why you're here right, [Name]?"
[Name] [Last Name]. You were the class’s relentless troublemaker. He’d known you since elementary and middle school, and you’ve always been the same. Brusque, aggressive, and a little too happy to use your fists.
Jungwon and you were in the same year, and he was the class president. Currently, the class advisor, Jungwon, and you were seated in your shared homeroom class after school.
Simply put, you've been causing trouble for the past few weeks, whether it be arguing with teachers or other classmates. Initially, the class advisor decided that although you were causing trouble, it was barely disruptive.
Until today. When you punched a classmate, a guy named Jiho Jang, in the face.
You leaned back in your chair, rolling your eyes. Your gaze hardened, before you let out a sigh. "Yeah, yeah, whatever."
As Class President, it was Jungwon's job to collaborate with the class advisor to enforce school rules and punish those that failed to adhere to them. His lips curled at your sheer lack of regard for anything around you. It was annoying how you broke every rule in the book, prancing around like you owned the place. Why was it so difficult to just not cause trouble?
"Jungwon, what do you think?"
"Ahem," he cleared his throat, "I think [Name] broke a rule—" you cocked a brow at him, but he ignored you, "By assaulting another student, she should be punished for it, shouldn't she?"
Being the Class President, Jungwon had learned to be well-spoken and level-headed, but sometimes, it was utterly difficult to keep a diplomatic attitude. Because although he disliked people that caused trouble, he disliked teachers that talked a lot just as much.
The class advisor went on talking for a few more minutes, using many words but truly saying nothing. Jungwon learned how to make it look like he was listening when he really wasn't, nodding his head and smiling mindlessly.
God, just shut up, he wanted to blurt, but he caught himself.
Meanwhile, you clearly did not give a fuck. You looked at your nails, yawned, rolled your eyes, put your feet on the table. You even let out a very loud exasperated sigh. It was almost laughable the way you didn’t care, to the point that Jungwon almost caught himself letting out a laugh at your clear and abject expressiveness.
"Well, Jungwon, as class president," the advisor finally finished her long and drawn-out speech about school rules, "What do you think [Name]'s punishment should be?"
"Punishment?" It wasn't like Jungwon didn't punish people for breaking rules, but for him to punish someone directly felt so foreign to him. "Well, [Name] explained that she did what she did today in defense of another student, and there's evidence to back her up." Jungwon glanced at you, swiping his tongue over his bottom lip. "So, I think we should give her lunch detention for a week."
Jungwon disliked you. No, he disliked your behavior. But as the President, he was fair. You had thorough evidence to back you up, so he decided on a punishment that reflected on your circumstances.
Except, the advisor audibly reacted. "Ooh, I don't know about that."
Jungwon's brows furrowed. That was a more than reasonable punishment. "Why not?"
"None of the teachers are available to sit in for lunch detention this or next week," the advisor explained. "What about suspension for a week?"
Suspension wasn't even remotely similar to lunch detention!
"No!" Jungwon blurted. When he realized his outburst, Jungwon felt his ears burn. He cleared his throat. "I mean, I feel like a suspension is too extreme of a punishment."
His eyes flickered over to you.
You better thank me, he thought.
"If it's possible, I don't mind administrating lunch detention this week and next week, since none of the teachers are available."
The class advisor stayed silent for a few moments, before collecting her papers in a neat stack, and shoving it into her desk. "Very well, then." She turned to you. "[Name], you will have lunch detention starting tomorrow. Jungwon will be administrating it."
Then, you were dismissed. Jungwon had to stay back for a few minutes to discuss other class plans with the advisor, before leaving himself. By the time Jungwon walked out of the school building, the sun was beginning to set. However, as he walked out into the school courtyard, he spotted you.
You stood alone under a plum blossom tree. The pink-yellow flowers, now beginning to blossom as winter flew by, were sprawled across the ground, and your shoes, covered in dirt from the early-spring rain, trampled all over them with little regard. As you always did.
And, before he knew it, Jungwon was walking toward you.
It was common courtesy, at least for him, to greet whoever he saw.
"[Name]!" he called out, lips moving faster than his mind. Your head whipped over to him, quirking a brow.
"Hi?" you looked at him with suspicion.
He couldn't blame you. Jungwon and you were on completely different spectrums of the school social hierarchy. Jungwon was well-known with a clean reputation, and you were infamous at least and a delinquent at most. It wasn't like he had never interacted with you before, but those interactions were few and far between.
"... Did you need something?" You almost looked irritated that he was talking to you. Were you incapable of at least pretending like you cared?
"I just, " Jungwon had to admit, your gaze was intimidating. He’d heard rumors of you beating up kids that tried to talk to you, and although they were a little ridiculous, Jungwon wanted to be cautious. But, when words came to mind, his wobbly lips formed a soft, forced, smile. "I just wanted to say, I thought it was cool that you punched Jiho today."
When you only stared at him incredulously, Jungwon continued.
"Like, It was cool that you were trying to defend someone, and I thought that Jiho really deserved it," Jungwon added. "I'm sorry about the detention thing."
He was being partially truthful. Of course, Jiho had it coming. Anyone that picked on underclassmen were just shitty, but cool to use violence against him? Maybe not. It was the first word that came to his mind.
A few silent pulses passed, and Jungwon shifted uncomfortably on his feet.
"Thanks?" you said slowly, your expression painted with confusion— because why was the Class President praising you for assaulting someone? "Um, I don't think you need to apologize."
Jungwon nodded, his fake smile still painted across his cheeks, ready to spill more courteous words at you.
"You were just doing your job— Hey, are you okay?"
A sudden fuzzy feeling at the back of Jungwon’s head pierced through him. Almost like a switch had turned off inside him, Jungwon was suddenly wobbly on his feet, his eyes looking cloudy and dazed, rolling back in his head.
"Hey, Jungwon—" you grabbed his arm to hold him upright, your brows crashing together. "Jungwon, are you okay?"
Jungwon's knees felt weak, his head full of static. When his eyes caught a glimpse of the sky, it was a dark, gray-blue mixed with orange.
Shit, he should have kept track of the time. For someone who prided himself for how responsible he was, Jungwon had to admit that he was a little stupid right now. As Jungwon slowly slipped out of consciousness, his mind raced. No, no, no. He did not want this to happen right now, not in front of you.
You freaked out, frantically holding onto him. Why was Jungwon Yang practically fainting on you?
All of a sudden, a big puff of smoke appeared. As you coughed, using your hand to wave away the smoke, you noticed that Jungwon's shoulders were no longer in his hands. In fact, his entire person disappeared from in front of you.
When the smoke cleared, Jungwon was no longer with you. Instead, there was just a pile of his clothes before your feet.
"Jungwon?" you asked, bewildered out of your mind. "Hey, Jungwon, what the fuck just"
Meow!
Did something just meow-
Meeeeowwww!
From under the pile of clothes, a small, black cat poked its head out. Your jaw dropped, panic overtaking your system.
The cat let out another meow, before it began inching toward you. Out of sheer panic, you took many steps back, letting out a small yelp of fear.
"Stay back, cat!" you cried.
Meeeeowwww! the cat meowed at you, only inching closer to you. Each step it took toward you, you stepped back, until your back was pressed against the tree.
Who could blame you? Jungwon Yang just disappeared into thin air before your eyes, only to leave a cat! How could you not be afraid of that cat?
However, instead of killing you (or whatever you thought would happen if the cat got too close), the cat only pawed at your shoe. It let out another meow, but this time a much softer one. It continued to paw at your shoe, meowing profusely like it was trying to tell you something.
You watched it in disbelief.
You've seen many cats before, it wasn't like seeing a cat was some rarity to you. Just... where the hell did Jungwon go?
Experimentally, you reached out to touch the cat, only for it to jump away from you. You blinked at it. You and the cat stared at each other for a few moments, before it seemed to let out a small huff and stepped toward you. You reached out to it again, and this time, it didn’t jump away. You picked up the cat, holding up to your face so that it was at eye-level.
"Hey, kitty," you gently said, a small frown painting itself on your lips. You pet its soft, black fur, your fingers gracing its ears. Looking around, you bring the cat closer to your face. "Do you know where Jungwon went?"
Meow! was all you got in response, making you frown even more. You gently rubbed your thumb over its nose and soft, black fur.
"Did you take him, kitty?" you wondered, more to yourself than anything. When the cat only meowed, you couldn't help but crack a grin. You booped its nose, before cradling it in your arms.
You glanced at the pile of Jungwon's clothes a few inches away from you. You looked around, for any sign of him or anyone at all, before sighing to yourself. You crouched down, placing the cat down, too. You neatly folded the pile of clothes, tucking it under your arm. You picked up the cat once more, scanned the courtyard, and started your way home.
Despite what a lot of people liked to think, you were actually gentle. But only sometimes.
There were some perks to living alone, hundreds of miles away from your family. One of them was that you could bring home whatever animal you wanted, and no one could stop you.
On your way home from school, you decided that you'd keep the cat, whom you named Kong-ee (since its nose looked like a bean). How could you not? It was so tiny, and soft, and cute. Every time you rubbed its cheek, it let out a small meow. When you kissed it on the head, it started meowing profusely. It was so adorable!
If anyone at school saw you right now, they'd think they were dreaming.
You, that one mean and rough girl, playing with a little cat? You, not screaming and fighting every three seconds? Impossible!
You cracked a grin to yourself as you thought about the events that transpired earlier. Jiho Jang was picking on some underclassman, so you gave him a little nudge. When that didn't work, you punched him square in the nose. As you unlocked the door to your apartment, you thought back to how the school administrators reacted. For some reason, it felt like they favored Jiho over you, seeming to take his side before you even explained yourself.
You placed the cat down on your bed.
"Stay here, okay, kitty?" you gently pet Kong-ee. The cat stared at you with its large, feline eyes, and you laughed, kissing its cheek. The high-pitched meow it let out was cute, so you booped its nose again. "I'm gonna go run you a bath, 'kay?"
As you set your things down to run the bath, you suddenly remembered your Class President, Jungwon Yang.
It seemed like among everyone involved in the situation, he was the only one that was fair. You appreciated him reiterating that fact that you were, in fact, acting in defense of another student, and you could tell that he was trying to give you a gentler punishment. However, you couldn’t shake off the feeling that he disliked you. He had this weird attitude, one where he seemed to think of himself as superior to you. You could tell that he didn’t like you, probably because of your ‘troublemaker’ reputation.
Come to think of it, have you ever spoken to him? Sure, you went to the same elementary and middle school as him, but you swore that you've never really spoken to him. You still had no idea what happened to him earlier. He just randomly disappeared from the face of the earth. You still had his clothes, which you threw into the washing machine.
You didn't think of him any more for the rest of the night.
"Kong-ee," you cooed as you poured warm water over the cat's head. For a cat, Kong-ee was very calm in water. You muttered to yourself, "So cute,"
After drying Kong-ee, you went to eat dinner, study, and at last, go to bed.
You didn't have a bed for Kong-ee, and you didn't move a lot when you slept, so you just let the little cat lay on your chest. The warmth of the cat was like an extra blanket anyway.
Your eyes felt heavy, so you were fast asleep just minutes after your head hit the pillow.
Jungwon thought he was a pretty smart guy.
But right now, he was absolutely stupid.
He completely didn't take into account the fact that during winter, nighttime came much quicker. He was so distracted by school duties that he totally forgot his curse.
That's right. Curse.
About a week ago, Jungwon was hit with some curse, where every day, the moment that the sun began to set, he would transform into a cat. He'd only turn back to human when the sun rose the next morning. These past few days, Jungwon had been leveeing excuse after excuse about why he couldn't attend a certain event, or why his homework was done so quickly.
Yesterday, even when he should have been running home because he was literally about to transform into a cat, he decided to go talk to you instead.
And now there he was, still in his cat form, laying on you, that one girl from class that couldn’t follow a rule to save her life.
As a cat last night, he decided that he’d escape out your window the moment you fell asleep. However, your apartment was many stories high, and he couldn’t fight off his feline instinct to snuggle up into something warm. So there he was, laying next to your sleeping face.
In his cat form, Jungwon could see your alarm clock. These days, sunrise was around 7AM, and it was 6:57. Just a few more minutes, and he should transform back into human. Hopefully, he won't wake you up.
Jungwon's plan was the moment that he transformed back into his human form, he would take his clothes (the one that you picked up and washed yesterday), and leave. The last thing he wanted to do was scare you. Hopefully, you’d forget all about this, and his life would resume.
Meanwhile, Jungwon observed your sleeping face. It was weird. You usually had a scowl on your face, but your sleeping face was completely peaceful. He’d never seen you so… calm. In fact, last night was probably the most normal he’d ever seen you. Jungwon always kind of expected you to be rough with everything, but the way you treated him as a cat was almost… kind of nice?
With his paw, Jungwon gently touched your face, a small meow escaping his mouth. Your lunch detention started today, so he’d have to spend his next few lunches stuck in a room with you. He dreaded it. He had other things he wanted to do, even though he was the one to suggest that he administrated–
Poof!
With a puff of smoke, Jungwon transformed back into his human form. Except, he was now naked, sprawled on top of you.
Quickly, though with wobbly feet, he stumbled over to the clean folded stack of his clothes.
Just as he was finished putting on his pants, reaching for his shirt, Jungwon heard a shrill scream.
He whipped his head around to see you, staring at him horrified.
Oh.
Shit.
The last thing you expected was to wake up to a shirtless Jungwon Yang in your room.
"What the fuck are you—" you, still groggy, pulled your comforter over your shoulders, suddenly feeling exposed— "Jungwon, what the fuck? What are you doing here?!"
The boy only stared at you with eyes as wide as saucers, jaw dropped. It was only when you began throwing pillows and plushies at him that he began to get defensive.
"W-Wait, [Name]!" he staggered over to you, amidst the slew of pillows being projected at him. "[Name], let me explai— Ow!"
"Get out, Jungwon!" you shouted, hurling nearly every object on your bed at him. Simply for the reason that your Class President was literally half naked in your room, your face felt warm. With anger. "Get out, get out, get out— Oof!"
Behold, Jungwon tripped over one of the pillows as he floundered over to you, leading him to fall right on top of you on your bed.
A moment of thick silence engulfed your bedroom as the two of you stared at each other. Jungwon's cheeks flared. It was absolutely over for him now.
With a rough, but flighty, hand, you pushed his chest off of you with a scowl.
"Get off," you grumbled, shoving him again.
"Right..." Jungwon quickly pulled away from you. He sat at the edge of your bed, his head hanging low. His entire neck and face were red with embarrassment and shame. You probably thought he was a creep, a pervert, a weirdo! Would you tell people at school? He could already hear the rumors: “Class President Jungwon Yang is a freak!”
"Well, aren't you going to explain yourself?" you nudged him harshly with your foot. You still covered yourself with your blanket, looking at him with the most hostility that he'd ever seen from you.
"Wait a minute," you muttered to yourself. You shifted around your bed, feeling around your comforter. "Where's Kong-ee?"
Jungwon let out a nervous laugh.
"About that...."
(Long story short, you grabbed Jungwon by his shoulders, and said, "You're lucky that you were cute as a cat, because I was considering kicking your ass.")
Honestly, you thought Jungwon was a little weird, if not snobby. If you were asked how you felt about him a few hours ago, you would have said that he was a little self-important. But after the fiasco this morning, the only word you had to properly describe him was strange.
You supposed that you couldn't blame him. He didn't choose to be cursed into a cat, and he most definitely didn't choose for you to take him home. It was just a little embarrassing that the entire time, the cute cat that you were excited to take care of was just your Class President that probably hated you. It made you squirm a little bit.
After Jungwon gave you a (very thorough and evidence-based) explanation, you kicked him out and got ready for school as you always did.
When you got to school, you couldn't bring yourself to meet Jungwon's gaze, and luckily, it seemed like he couldn't either. You weren't shy, and you weren't the type to get actually flustered, but you felt a twinge of humiliation.
Why, of all people, did it have to be the guy that you were spending your lunch detention with?
In fact, as you sat in lunch detention, there was a thick tension in the air. It was just you and Jungwon in an empty classroom, completely silent save for the sound of chattering and people talking from the other rooms down the hall.
You were supposed to be doing homework, or something, but you preferred staring out the window. Meanwhile, from the corner of your eye, you noticed Jungwon sitting at the teacher desk, writing something out.
Minutes passed and you were getting bored. Normally, you were perfectly fine with getting lost in that head of yours, but for some reason, today all your thoughts were just... stale.
"Yah," you suddenly said, directed at Jungwon. The boy's head immediately shot up. "What are you doing right now?"
"Writing..." he answered curtly. His expression was awkward, very different from his usual composed face, the one that he used when he ordered people around. You tried not to show your discomfort on your face, but Jungwon was just an open book.
"I'm bored."
He blinked at you owlishly, before narrowing his eyes. "Well, do you want a book?"
You groaned, leaning back against your chair and throwing your head back. If this was how lunch detention was going to be for the rest of the week, you'd die.
Jungwon watched you silently. He let out a sigh, before setting his pen down. He picked up the papers that he was just writing on, holding it up to his face so that he could read it.
"Jungwoo and Sullyoon." You shot him a questioning look, and he continued. "Liz and Minji."
"What the hell are you saying?" you questioned.
Jungwon held up the papers; on them were elaborate charts with many columns. It was a list of some sort.
"It's the beginning of the month," Jungwon began. "I have to make a schedule for who's on cleaning duty."
You cocked a brow at him, making him continue.
"I might be the president, but I don't know a lot of our classmates well," the boy's feline-like eyes fluttered over to you. "I'm having trouble making the pairs. I don't know who gets along with who."
He stared at you for a few pulses, almost like he was asking you to help him. You finally huffed, rolling your eyes. You pulled a chair over to where Jungwon was sitting, plopping down. This was better than doing homework.
"All right then," you snatched the paper. You scanned the list, your nose crinkling at some of Jungwon's choices. "Why would you put Bae with Aran?"
Jungwon’s brows crashed together, just by the way you seemed so indignant about his choices.
"I don't know," Jungwon shrugged, unable to hide the slight offense on his face. "I thought they were friends."
"Nah," you sucked in a sharp, exasperated breath. "Bae was trying to get with Aran's boyfriend, so Bae and her friends jumped her."
The way it came out so casually from your lips was almost laughable.
"Ouch."
"And why would you put Jihan and Rei together?"
"Why, are they not friends?"
"No, because Rei is friends with Liz, and Jihan hates Liz."
"Well, what about Rei and Hikaru?"
You groaned, punching Jungwon in the arm. "I'm actually gonna kick your ass."
Out of nowhere, completely out of character, Jungwon couldn't help the laugh that escaped his lips. There was something so laughable about you, of all people, knowing the business of your classmates, and not him, the literal president. It was almost ironic, the way you seemed to be so passionate about the ongoings of the classroom. He immediately clamped his hand over his mouth the moment you shot him a glare, but he was unable to swallow another laugh.
"Yah, laugh again and I'll actually do it."
Jungwon let out another laugh. You grabbed his forearm, softly punching his shoulder again. The way your lips jutted out, the gloss on them shining under the light, was too much for Jungwon to handle. For someone so tough and violent, you looked so petulant, almost like a child, when you were angry. Your brows furrowing like caterpillars and the way your lips parted in offense was his favorite part.
You stood up abruptly, grabbing Jungwon's collar and pulling him up with you. Your lips pulled together in what could only be called a frown.
"You're so annoying," you grumbled, tightening your grip around his collar. "Kill yourself."
Jungwon's lips pulled upward to reveal his sharp canine teeth.
"Sorry," he said with a smile. It was weird, the way that it was a genuine smile, as opposed to the fake one that he found himself giving out.
You rolled your eyes for the nth time that day, but you loosened your hold on his collar. When he let out another small laugh again, you raised your fist at him. It was supposed to be purely threatening, you weren't actually going to punch him. And Jungwon could tell, just by the look on your face.
But that was when the worst possible person walked into the detention room: the class advisor.
"[Name] [Last Name], are you trying to assault the Class President?!"
And that's how you got after school detention, too. Administrated by the one and only Class President himself.
"Look, [Name], I'm sorry—"
"It's whatever."
And it really was whatever.
No matter how many times Jungwon explained with the advisor and administrators, they all wouldn’t believe them. He clarified seemingly hundreds of times that you, in fact, were not trying to beat him up. Still, they wouldn’t listen. Because he was the president, they simply assumed that Jungwon was defending you to not cause trouble.
You appreciated his efforts, you really did. The way his face scrunched with frustration as he let out a deep, exasperated sigh was enough for you.
“It isn’t whatever,” Jungwon ran a hand through his dark locks, huffing. “It’s unfair.”
Now the two of you were back in that detention room. You were sitting down, bored, while Jungwon paced around. He couldn’t say that he liked you, but he couldn’t stand for something so utterly ridiculous.
"It's not a big deal," you seemed more unbothered than Jungwon was. When he looked at you with a pinched expression, you sighed. "I really mean it, it's not a big deal."
Jungwon chewed on his bottom lip pensively. "But they're not being fair."
You shrugged. "This isn't the first time that it's happened, you know."
When the boy frowned, you continued. "Sometimes, the administrative system is kinda fucked. It's just something we hafta accept."
Jungwon's nose scrunched, before he made his way over to where you were sitting. He stood at the edge of your desk before you, his fingers tapping anxiously. He studied your face: your expression was painted with sincere and utter indifference. You didn't care. But he did.
"I'm serious," you noticed the uneasiness on his face. "Just let it go, Jungwon."
"It's just..." he breathed, "I'm the President, aren't I supposed to be the one with a louder voice? Why won't they listen to me?"
You gazed at his face.
Jungwon Yang, the Class President. He’d always seemed snobby, but he was surprisingly earnest. There was an essence of naivete in him, a sort of innocence and optimism that you couldn't shake off. Jungwon was almost intense with the amount of conviction he had.
"Well," you finally said. Under the desk, you tapped your shoe against his. "We can't do anything about it now."
You brusquely got up, moving toward the teacher desk.
"B-But—"
You plopped down on the teacher chair, kicking back. "Are you going to let me help you with your presidential duties or what? I’m bored."
You looked at him, dead serious. You gestured to the papers sprawled across the desk. 'Well, aren't you going to join me?'your expression read.
Jungwon finally exhaled.
He couldn't argue with you.
Because like him, your conviction was just as strong. You were realistic, too realistic that it was almost painful. But the intensity in your judgment was not to be challenged.
"Fine."
You never expected Jungwon's presidential duties to be so tedious. But what was surprisingly unsurprising was Jungwon's crazy amount of effort. Of course he put every ounce of his energy into perfecting the class calendar or the class seating arrangements. Although you did help him, there were a few moments of complete silence, as Jungwon sat in deep thought trying to figure out how to approach a certain issue. His zeal was almost freakish.
You let out a yawn. "Hey, what time is it?"
"Time?" Jungwon perked up, glancing out the window. Shit. It should be sunset soon. Why does he keep losing track of the time? He began shuffling his papers together, shoving them into his school bag. "Shiiiit, I have to go now."
"Man, I feel like I've never heard you swear—" Realization hit you. "Oh, right."
You helped him put his things away, but it was too late. Within seconds, a puff of smoke already engulfed the room, leaving a pile of clothes, and a tiny black cat.
You groaned. Not again.
"You’ve got to be kidding me.”
You decided that you'd take Jungwon home with you once again. As you laid on your back in your bed, you held his cat form up carefully, yet your words were harsh.
"God, you're so stupid, Jungwon," you scolded him. "Does this happen a lot? Where you don't keep track of time and just transform out of nowhere?"
Jungwon let out a small meow, hanging his furry head in shame.
"Ughhh," you lamented. You gave the top of his head a small tap, equivalent to you hitting the back of his head if he was a human. "Do your parents know?"
Jungwon responded back with a bunch of meows, like he was trying to talk to you.
"Whatever," you tapped his nose with your knuckle. Normally, you’d probably recoil at the thought of being this close to your Class President, but because he was a cat, you couldn’t help the desire to smother him with love. You held Jungwon's face close to yours. You rubbed your nose against his, cooing at the small meows he let out. You chuckled. "You're so much cuter as a cat, you know that right?"
Jungwon meowed, his short paws extending out to touch your face. You grinned, leaning into his touch. "You're so annoying at school. So annoying that I thought about punching you once. But I like you more as a cat."
Meeooowww!
"Have you eaten yet?" you brushed his fur back, rubbing the spot behind his ears, earning a purrrr. Jungwon shook his head. Then, you scratched his chin. "Can you even eat human food?" Jungwon shook his head again.
"Fine," you muttered, more to yourself. "I'll go buy you cat food."
The walk to the convenience store was quiet, save for your coos at Jungwon. On Jungwon's end, he was ecstatic. Each time you kissed his head or babbled back in response to his little meows, Jungwon couldn't help but feel a twinge of embarrassment. It was weird, so weird, to see you be so… gentle, and loving, and caring. It was like a flip switched the moment you stepped out of school. Weren’t you supposed to be a delinquent? Why were you so tender? He hated it, he hated it so much. But now you were peppering his face with kisses, and Jungwon couldn’t resist leaning into your warm touch.
"Which one do you want, Jungwon?" You took him through the aisles, letting his small, black paws dictate what you'd buy.
"Are you serious? Salmon Gravy Poultry shreds?"
Jungwon meowed profusely, his paws flailing around almost offended. He couldn't control his feline cravings in his cat form! What did you expect him to choose, a Triple Dipple Mcdouble Wouble Hamburger?
You threw your head back, laughing at his cute frustration. You pinched Jungwon's nose, before going to the cash register.
That night, you sat with Jungwon wrapped in a blanket on your lap.
"You can still help me with my homework, right?" you said, petting Jungwon.
Meoooowww! was his response (as always), but the way his feline eyes squeezes into thin crescents, his mouth turning upwards, told you his answer was a very enthusiastic "Yes!"
You and Jungwon came up with a system.
One meow was yes, two meows were no.
It was safe to say that Jungwon let out many double meows in succession.
"Maybe I was wrong," you grasped his little paws like they were his hands. "You're still annoying as a cat."
Meow!
You giggled, before turning off your lights.
You gave Jungwon his own bed— a stack of pillows and blankets. You didn't want another incident, did you?
Oh. My. God.
It was past 7AM. The sun was up in the sky shining its yellow face so obnoxiously through the blinds.
However.
Jungwon was still a cat.
For the past week or so, he turned back into his human form the second the sun peeked through the clouds. But why not today? He had to figure this out before you woke up, or you might freak out, and that would make him freak out—
"Oh my god, Jungwon, why are you still a cat?!"
Long story short, you took him to school with you.
If Jungwon was a human, he would have refused profusely. Curse him and his tiny body, he had no way of refusing you.
And that's how Jungwon found himself stuffed in your pocket.
"Stop fussing!" you gently smacked the back of his head. "You're gonna get us caught!"
Meeowww! was all he could say. It was strange seeing the school through such a tiny lens. It didn't help that he felt like he was on a goddamn rollercoaster because for some reason, you decided to walk with a pep in your step today.
"Where's Jungwon? He's normally not late like this," Wonyoung Jang, the class's secretary asked just as you walked in. After a round of "I don't know's" it seemed like everyone suddenly remembered what (allegedly) happened yesterday: you assaulted him.
"Hey, [Name], did you do something to him?" someone asked. You shot them a questioning look. You ignored them, taking your seat in the back, being careful to not crush Jungwon.
"Yah, [Name]," one of the boys in your class (was his name Haruto, or something?) came up to your desk, slamming his hands down on your desk. "What did you do to Jungwon?"
You looked around the classroom— they had to be playing with you, right? Such a ridiculous accusation based on ridiculous evidence from the most ridiculous people.
"Uh. I didn't do anything...?" you answered sincerely, confusion strewn across your face.
"Hey, let's not lie, [Name]," Jinni, the class treasurer, smiled at you. "Just tell us the truth. What happened to Jungwon?"
"I don't know," you shrugged.
"You were the last person to see him yesterday," one of your classmates pointed out. "Something's fishy."
"Well, I don't know what you guys want me to say," you scowled. "I'm sorry, I guess? It's not really my business what goes on with him."
Before another person could join in, and most definitely escalate the situation, the bell rang, starting class.
Meanwhile, Jungwon internally frowned. Why was everyone so quick to accuse you? Sure, you got into scuffles, but they were being baseless with their accusations. All you did was walk in, and you were bombarded with questions. While class went on, he let out a soft meow, using his paw to touch your hand.
"Jungwon, what do you want?" you whisper-yelled at him.
Jungwon couldn't imagine what it would be like to have everyone see you with suspicion. When the teachers didn't believe him earlier, it was frustrating. He never considered how you felt. Your quick resignation to the flawed administrative system was upsetting.
Almost like he was trying to comfort you, another small meow came from him, his paw petting your hand.
You smiled gently, bonking him softly on the head, before turning back to the board.
As the day went by, Jungwon caught a real glimpse of what it was like to live like you.
From the pocket of your sweater, he could see the nasty glares that people sent you, simply for being in the same room as them. The way that people would scurry away from you, cower under your gaze like you were some kind of monster. Jungwon didn't know how anyone could endure that for much of their high school career. The more he watched you from your pocket, the more he could see your hard exterior cracking. You were genuine in that you didn't like people that much, but he could tell by the way that your lips twitched slightly, eyebrows knitting together for a split second as you wistfully watched groups of friends giggle together.
As lunchtime started, you slowly made your way to the detention room. That entire hall was mostly empty, probably because no one wanted to be near where you'd be.
You reached inside your pocket, your knuckle brushing against Jungwon's ears.
"Can’t believe I’m saying this, but I wish you were human right now," you said quietly to him. Jungwon meowed, rubbing his cheek against your finger. "I’m gonna be so bored."
As you cracked the detention room door open, you were met with a group of boys.
Of course you knew them. Everyone liked to lump you in with them, as "bangers," but anyone that understood who they were knew that you were far from their friend.
While you just caused trouble occasionally, they were actual delinquents.
"Hey there, [Name]," one of them grinned at you. You stopped at the doorway, narrowing your eyes at them. They never talked to you unless they wanted trouble.
"What do you want, Gyuvin?" you huffed. Jungwon from your pocket peeked his head out.
"We don't want anything from you, [Name]," another of them, Ricky Shen, took a step forward toward you. The rest of the boys followed suit, pulling you into the classroom and surrounding you.
You dug your teeth into your bottom lip. The way they were circling you certainly triggered your panic mode, but you swallowed it down, choosing to keep a hardened gaze instead.
"Right," you nodded slowly.
The next thing you knew, you were pushed to the ground with a yelp and thump! The way that the rest of them peered down at you condescendingly. You heard a small meow come from your pocket, so your hand shot to your pocket, your palm protectively cradling Jungwon.
"We're just bored, really," Gyuvin smiled, leaning down toward you. "Just wanted to see if this kitty bit back."
Silence enveloped the room as you glared up at them. You had to think fast. You honestly did not have the energy to put up a good fight right now, and you didn't want to. How could you evade this?
Your eyes shot around the room for some sort of escape. Unfortunately, there was only one: the door, and it was blocked by a few of the boys.
"Oh? What's that in your pocket?" It seemed like they noticed your hand clutching your pocket so firmly.
They yanked you up roughly by the arm, shoving their grubby hands into your pocket while others held your arms back.
"Hey!" you yelped, struggling against their grip. They're gonna find Jungwon!
Your worst fear came true. Gyuvin pulled out a thrashing Jungwon from your pocket. Even in his feline form, you could see the panic in his eyes. You tried to escape their grip, pulling away as hard as you could, but they overpowered you.
"What's this?" Gyuvin asked, a nasty grin on his face as he observed Jungwon.
"Give him back," you grumbled behind gritted teeth. You tried to pull away again, but it was no use. Gyuvin cocked a brow at you, before throwing Jungwon on the floor. Jungwon let out a small meow of pain, but as the boys approached him, he hissed loudly, his pupils dilated and his black fur standing up on his back.
Ricky glanced at you, making sure that you were watching, when he landed a kick at Jungwon.
"Jungwon!" you shouted, straining against the boys that held you back.
"Fuck," you muttered to yourself. You didn't want to fight. Jesus Christ, the last thing you wanted to do right now was fight. But you could not stand for this.
"Jungwon?" A smile was growing on Ricky's features. "Y'know, [Name], I thought that you murdered Mr. Class President or something. But it looks like you're obsessed with him more than anything."
Your hands balled into fists, biting your lip so hard that you could taste blood.
Assholes. That's what they all were.
It was Ricky's turn to land a kick on Jungwon.
That's when you had enough.
With all the force you could muster in your body, you stepped on the guys who held your foot. You didn't know how hard it was, but it was hard enough for them to loosen their grips on you, letting out cries. Your body was on overdrive now. The only thing you focused on was getting the fuck out of there.
"Yah, get her!"
You dashed to Jungwon, snatching him up and jamming him into your pocket. You flung the door open, but Ricky and Gyuvin grabbed both of your hands before you could make a run for it. Ricky pulled you in by the waist, so that you were flush against his chest, while Gyuvin pressed against you from the front.
"Let go of me," you protested.
"Nuh-uh," Ricky whispered in your ear.
"Why're you so resistant to us, [Name]?" Gyuvin rasped. "We just wanna be your friend."
Meanwhile, Jungwon, although injured, creeped out from your pocket. With them so close to you, it would be awfully easy for Jungwon to land a few claws on them. It wouldn't hurt to give them a few scratches, right?
With a loud hiss, Jungwon jumped out from your pocket, landing on Ricky's chest. With all the might that his small body could gather, Jungwon scratched the boy's chest with high-pitched shrieks. Almost immediately, Ricky stumbled backward, letting go of you. You took that opportunity to land the hardest kick you could to Gyuvin's crotch. Then, you plucked Jungwon up, and made a run for it.
You ran until you reached the girl's bathroom of the south building, far enough from Ricky and Gyuvin and their little henchmen. You took in shallow breaths, staggering into the bathroom. You held onto Jungwon tightly.
Finally, you dropped down to your knees, slumping against the wall. With a hiss, you observed the bruises on your wrists, where the boys had held you.
You took off your sweater, gently placing Jungwon on it.
He nuzzled his face against your leg, purring when you pet his head.
"Hey, Jungwon," your voice was quiet, the quietest that he'd ever heard. "You okay?"
Meow!
Your nimble fingers ran against his fur, and when you ended up on his side, Jungwon hissed. Upon closer inspection, that part of his abdomen was bruised from the earlier assault.
"I'm sorry, baby," you unconsciously used that name, your heart hurting for him. It must be horrible being so small and helpless. You tenderly caressed his face, with him leaning into your touch. "Does it hurt?"
Jungwon nodded. Although all the energy was sucked out of you from that scuffle alone, you jumped to your feet.
"The nurse's office is just down the hall," you said to him. "I'll go get some things, okay?"
Jungwon meowed to you as you left.
He'd never actually seen you fight anyone.
Were you harassed like this often? Was that why you were reported to be fighting people, when you were really just defending yourself? Why did people want to bother you so badly?
The pain in Jungwon's side was bearable, but the way you were so quick to get help was so admirable.
In fact, all this time that he spent with you, you never looked to fight people. Instead, you were actually so eager to be helpful. How did you become known as the class's troublemaker when you actively avoided trouble? All you’ve been so far was kind to him.
Was he wrong about you?
Just as Jungwon was about to go on pondering...
Poof!
Jungwon coughed, and suddenly, he was human again.
But, like always, naked.
He scurried into one of the stalls, shutting and locking the door.
"Jungwon?" you wandered back into the bathroom, unable to spot a little black cat. "Jungwon, where'd you go?"
When a deeper, masculine voice responded, you almost jumped out of your skin. "I'm... in the stalls."
"You turned back?!"
Jungwon felt his cheeks warm up. How was he going to explain this to you?
"Why are you in the stalls?"
Jungwon cleared his throat awkwardly, squeezing his eyes shut. "I'm... uh.. naked right now."
.
.
.
"Oh."
"C-Can you please go get me clothes?"
When you came back with a set of male school uniform (that you stole from some kid's locker), you threw it over the stall door, a little flustered.
Jungwon finally came out of the stalls, an awkward expression on his face.
"Did the clothes fit right?" you asked. Granted, you thought you stole from the underclassmen, so the clothes you got him might be too small. "Are they too small?"
"No," Jungwon quickly answered. "They... They fit just fine."
He stared at you. "Thanks, by the way."
You blinked at him. "For what?"
"For everything you did for me back there," Jungwon took a deep breath. He still couldn't wrap his head around how your status as the class delinquent came to be. "You were really cool."
"Cool?" You raised a brow at him, but you couldn't hide the curve in your lips. "I thought it was pretty cool how you scratched Ricky."
Jungwon snorted. "That's nothing compared to the last-minute kick to Gyuvin's crotch."
You laughed, but clamped your hand over your mouth.
"Sorry," you murmured.
"I mean it," Jungwon was looking at you with wide eyes. He swiped his tongue over his bottom lip. "It was, like, straight out of a comic book."
"Right," you nodded slowly, the corners of your lips quirking up. You perched down next to him, pulling the first-aid kit you nicked from the nurse's office. You didn't know how Jungwon's cat-human curse translated injuries. That is, you didn't know if he'd have the same injuries he sustained as a cat in his human form. "D'you mind lifting up your shirt for me?"
Lift... up... his... shirt... for... you?
Jungwon choked on his spit, coughs spouting from his throat. As he coughed up a storm, a sharp pain in his abdomen pierced through him. He clutched his side, letting out a soft groan of pain.
"Shit," your fingers reached for the hem of his shirt, "You're bruised there, aren't you?"
You began to flip up his shirt to get a better look of his wound, but Jungwon quickly stopped you.
"W-Wait!" his cheeks flared. You gave him a weird look. "How am I going to get married if you see me shirtless?!"
.
.
.
For the Class President, Jungwon Yang was a little dumb.
You gave his head a soft smack.
"You dumbass," you chided him. "I've already seen you shirtless."
Jungwon's eyes widened into saucers. You sighed, rubbing your temples.
"Remember when I woke up to you half naked the other day?"
Oh. Right.
"And you're not going to be tainted if I see you shirtless. Stop being a baby and just let me see your injury, you loser!" With flighty eyes and red ears, Jungwon let you pull up his shirt, your fingers gently brushing against the brownish-purple bruise beginning to form on his side. He let out another hiss of pain when you pressed on it. "Does that hurt?"
"Y-Yeah."
Carefully, with the roll of bandages, you wrapped his torso. Although it was completely normal to you, Jungwon felt weird as your arms circled his waist. He could almost feel your breath on his neck. He'd been close to you like this as a cat, but it just felt different when he was a human.
You then gave him an ice pack, instructing him to hold it against his side.
"You're good at this," he complimented. You were very knowledgeable on how to treat wounds.
"Well, I get into a lot of fights, y'know?" You flashed him a toothy grin before treating your own bruises.
Jungwon's heart dropped to his stomach. That was... really sad.
"Wait!" he blurted, reaching out to clutch your arm as you wrapped your wrists. "Let me help you with that."
"Um, okay."
Jungwon wasn't nearly as experienced as you, and his bandaging job was very clumsy. But you appreciated the effort.
When you were done, the two of you sat in a short silence.
"What do you want to do now?" he asked you.
You thought for a few moments. "I think I'm gonna jump the fence and leave."
"Huh? Why?"
You shrugged. "I refuse to go back there after what happened. Plus, lunch already ended, and I don't feel like serving after school detention today."
You'd already made up your mind, beginning to collect your things.
Jungwon blinked.
For the first time ever, he, too, didn't want to go back. Jungwon had never skipped a class in his life, let alone jumped the fence.
"Why are you staring at me like that?" you nudged him with your foot. He looked up at you; you were ready to leave.
Jungwon breathed. This might be one of the hardest decisions of his life.
"Can I come with you?"
"If you're going to be worried, you should probably go back."
Jungwon swallowed down hard. He'd never skipped class before, and even if he really wanted to, he couldn't ignore the anxiety bubbling inside him.
"I'm not worried,” he clenched his fists.
"Right."
After jumping the fence, you and Jungwon were free.
"Where are we going now?"
"Home."
Jungwon felt like he'd come home with you so much the past few days, to the point that he nearly memorized the way there.
Except, as he entered the doorway, your entire apartment looked different.
"Why are you so surprised?" you switched on the lights. "You've been here many times already."
"I know, but," Jungwon scanned your kitchen and living room. "Nearly every time I've been here, I was an 8-inch tall cat."
You went into your bathroom silently, leaving Jungwon to walk about your apartment. He'd never really got a good look at it. He observed the picture collage on your fridge, of you and your parents and friends, smiling so brightly. The peach soda - scented candle on your counter seemed so out of character for you, but for some reason, it made so much sense. From the arrangement of the throw pillows on your couch, to the fuzzy rug, to the pile of mail sprawled on the coffee table, your apartment felt so you.
When you emerged from your bathroom, Jungwon did a once-over. He'd seen you in your pajamas before, but for some reason, when he saw you now in your cute polka-dotted fluffy pajamas, you almost looked... cute. Someone as brooding as you in such cutesy pajamas gave him whiplash.
"What are you staring at?"
"Nothing..." but Jungwon couldn't hide the way his lips curved upwards.
You yawned. "I'm gonna take a nap."
"Okay."
.
.
.
"Can I join you?"
Jungwon had expected you to throw him a pillow and blanket on the floor, similar to what you did with him as a cat. But you didn't.
You patted the spot next to you on your bed, looking at him expectantly.
And that's how Jungwon found himself laying next to you like a sardine.
He felt like a child the way his hands felt clammy, feeling a wave of anxiety with each movement you had. In his defense, he'd never slept in the same bed with a girl. In fact, he couldn't remember a time where he was as close to a girl as he was right now.
"If you're uncomfortable, you can-"
"No, I'm okay!"
He felt your eyes on him for a few moments, before you sighed. You jammed a pillow between the two of you, creating a border of some sort.
"Is that better?"
Jungwon didn't know why, but he felt a twinge of disappointment.
"... Yeah."
The next few minutes were full of silence. Jungwon laid still like a statue. From the corner of his eye, he could see you snuggling up with a plushie, almost kind of like how you snuggled up with him when he was a cat.
An unconscious frown spread itself on his cheeks.
He.... also wanted to be snuggled like that. Was it weird that he craved that closeness to you? He reasoned to himself that he was just used to it, since he’d spent the majority of his time with you as a cat.
In a moment of pure boldness, Jungwon snatched the pillow between you and him away, throwing it on the floor.
You sent him a confused look. "Hey there."
Jungwon's eyes were shaky, yet they trained on the plushie you had in your arms. Then he looked at your face, then back at the plushie, then back at your face.
"You need something, Jungwon?" you asked, almost concerned.
"I— Uhm," his eyes kept flickering from your face to the plushie. At a certain point, he was glued to the plushie, unable to hide the pout formed on his lips.
For someone who was good at pretending to smile, he wore his feelings on his face so clearly, you rolled your eyes.
"You're so annoying," you muttered under your breath. You chucked the plushie in your arms to the side. You then threw your arm around his shoulder, pulling him closer. Jungwon let out a surprised yelp, but you ignored him. You wrapped your arms around his torso, careful not to touch his bruised abdomen. You pressed your cheek against his shoulder, the faint scent of his cologne filling your senses. "Is this better?"
Jungwon audibly gulped, but he eased into the feeling of your arms around him. "Y-Yeah..."
You were so close! He could smell the faint scent of your perfume, mixed with the scent of fresh laundry. You snuggled up against him, the sound of your soft breaths, which were slowing down into a steady rhythm, filling his ears.
Jungwon took a deep breath, and melted into the warmth that was your arms.
He wouldn’t mind doing this many more times, he thought. Would he?
And soon, he drifted off into dreamland, too.
Your eyes fluttered open a few hours later. Your bed was usually warm, but this time, it was very warm. So warm that you wanted to melt into it, completely and utterly disarmed by the comfort that you felt.
What time is it? was the first thing you thought.
The second thing you realized was that you could hear a heartbeat in your ears. Not your heartbeat, but the heartbeat of someone else. In fact, you were laying on someone's chest.
Jungwon's chest.
There the two of you were, sprawled out on your bed. Jungwon gently held your head against his chest, his other arm loosely wrapped around your shoulders, while your arms wrapped around his torso. Your legs were tangled. You didn't remember falling asleep like this, but it wasn't like you minded the position. You simply sunk back into him, basking in the warmth.
But Jungwon did.
As his eyes shot open, he immediately noticed the current position you and him were in. You felt him tense under you, his arms beginning to curl back into himself. But the warmth that he provided as your personal human heater was just too good, so you grabbed his arms, putting them back into the position they were holding you in.
"It's cold, Jungwon," you muttered, snuggling up against him.
“[N-Name],” Jungwon’s voice came out soft. He’d just woken up mere minutes ago, yet he was wide awake. There was a weird pounding in his chest that he couldn’t explain, one that thrummed so loud that he could hear it in his ears. Your touch felt like burns on his skin, an unforgiving scalding boil, hot to the touch. Yet, he couldn’t bring himself to pull away. Why was he suddenly feeling this way? Was he ill? Was he going to transform into a cat?
“[Name],” Jungwon whispered again, a little louder. His words got caught in his throat the moment he said it, wanting to swallow it the moment they left his lips. He didn’t know what he would say, but he just said your name to hear it on his tongue.
“What?” you groaned, eyes gently shut but words lazily spoken.
Jungwon peered down at you. His ears felt like they were going to melt off his head. His skin seared with that scorching type of sting, the one that ached.
“Nothing,” he murmured, his chest rising and falling with each soft breath you took. Soon, your breathing stilled, and Jungwon was sure that you’d fallen asleep completely.
He observed
It was weird. He'd seen you up close like this before as a cat, but now that he was human-sized, it somehow felt so much more... intimate. Jungwon found himself digging his teeth into his bottom lip as he watched you sleep. He couldn't bring himself to tear his eyes away from you.
Plunk!
Hey, what was that sound?
Plunk!
Jungwon's head shot to your bedroom window. Then, he heard yelling outside.
As he got up to check out the commotion, you tugged on him.
"I already told you..." you murmured dreamily. "It's cold."
Jungwon narrowed his eyes. "But, what's going on outside-"
"Ricky and Gyuvin," you answered, this time tightening your hold on the boy. "They like to... torment me... sometimes."
Just sometimes? Jungwon thought. Really, how often were you getting harassed like this?
Before Jungwon could answer, you were fast asleep again. From then on, Jungwon refused to move, not wanting to disturb your peaceful slumber.
But, there was one thing that he took heavy note of.
First, it was 7PM. It was completely dark outside by now, the blue-gray shrouded with clouds, only the yellow moon illuminating the sky.
And second, that he was still human.
Ever since that day, Jungwon hadn't turned into a cat even once.
However, while one phenomenon disappeared, another one emerged.
Jungwon's insanity.
Jungwon considered himself one of the, if not the most, sane person in every classroom. But right now, insanity was spiraling onto him like no other.
Weeks passed, and Jungwon couldn't shake off that tender, yet explosive, feeling he got when he was close to you.
After your week of detention was lifted, you and him slowly saw each other less and less. He couldn't help but feel disappointment when he locked up the detention room one last time, saying his goodbye to you.
You two were still in the same class, still saw each other everyday, but he didn't get to speak with you.
And that was when Jungwon resorted to observing you.
He was naturally observant, but all this time, Jungwon had been observing the bigger picture.
It started off with watching the doorway in the morning, praying that every person that passed was you. Then, Jungwon found himself watching you every passing period. Who did you talk to? Who tried to talk to you? What expression did you wear on your face?
Then, Jungwon took to roaming the school perimeter, under the excuse that he was just "patrolling the school for any trouble," when really, he was hoping that he'd run into you. This extended to after school. On the occasions that he actually ran into you, you'd shoot him a sly grin, making cat hands or ears over your head. He knew that you were doing that to tease him about his cat days, but his cheeks felt warm for another reason.
Have you always been that pretty? Of course, you'd always been cute, but did you always glow like that? Was Jungwon always into girls that looked like they could kick his ass? Why did the intimidating look on your face make his heart race?
Jungwon was in denial for a while, until he was at a Class Council meeting, when one of the members asked him casually, "Hey, what actually happened between you and [Name]?"
In retrospect, they were clearly referring to that one time you "assaulted" him. That incident remained shrouded in mystery for a while, as Jungwon refused to talk about it.
However, Jungwon jerked up at that question, his face painted with a look that could only be described as “constipated” at the sound of your name. Did someone find out about his cat transformation curse, and how you took care of him in that state? No, that would be too specific.
"Jungwon?"
"Y-Yes!"
Wonyoung and Jini shared a look, before a grin spread on their faces.
"You make it seem like you guys were kissing, or something. We’re just curious about what actually happened."
A weird noise came out of Jungwon's throat, his eyes wide like saucers.
Kiss...ing?
"Oh my god, don't tell me you actually kissed [Name]--"
"I didn't!"
And he was telling the truth. But the bright, red color on his face betrayed him. The Council teased him all about it, even going so far as patting him on the back for "scoring a baddie" (Wonyoung's words, not his). He denied it, he denied it with his full chest. He held his head high, nose pointed to the sky, denying it like his life depended on it.
But Jungwon couldn't help the weird feeling of pride that swelled in his chest. He liked the thought of kissing you, and in a weird, twisted way, he liked the way that people thought that you and him were together. Of course, he gave all of them a scolding for jumping to conclusions, but later in the day, when he was alone and reflected on the day, his cheeks began to hurt.
And that marked his actual descent into madness.
You began showing up in his dreams, smiling at him with those pretty, glossy lips, which he hadn't noticed until now. The grins you’d flash him across the room when he passed by, and the way you’d make cat hands or ears over your head whenever you saw him to tease him, made him feel weird. Gosh, did you have to be so pretty? Jungwon couldn’t tear his eyes away from you. He craved your warmth, the warmth you gave him when you held him to your chest, the warmth you gave him when you hugged and called him annoying. Was it weird that he liked the way you could beat him up?
Jungwon was pulled out of his thoughts when his phone dinged.
Today was another mundane day, where he spent his lunch period in the Council room, looking through the schedule.
It was the Class Council group chat.
wonyoung jang: my friend said something fishy is going on in building b
wonyoung jang: someone go check it out?
jini choi: can't, i'm in a meeting rn
jini choi: jinwoo?
wonyoung jang: forget it he never checks the gc
wonyoung jang: jungwon?
Jungwon was already on it.
It wasn't uncommon for people to cause problems during lunch. In fact, that seemed to be the time when most people created the most commotion—
Oh my god, it was you.
When he rounded the corner, there you were. You had your arms crossed over your chest, backed up against a locker. The ones cornering you? Ricky, Gyuvin, and their lackeys.
"You're getting boring, yeah [Name]?" Ricky grinned. "I don't see you fighting back as much."
You shrugged, but you were clearly tense, narrowing your eyes. "I don't want to deal with you guys anymore."
Ricky slowly buttoned his shirt, revealing scars. Scars from scratchmarks. The same scars that Jungwon gave him.
"You see this?" his gaze hardened. "You and your goddamn vermin gave this to me.'
You looked at him incredulously, but you couldn't hide the small curve in your lip. "Okay. And?"
Ricky slammed his fist against the metal locker next to your head, making a loud clang! You cried out in surprise, jolting in place. Heck, even Jungwon was startled, quietly jumping out his skin for a second.
"You think this is funny?" Ricky slammed his fist again, relishing in the way you squeezed your eyes shut in sheer bewilderment. "You think you can get away with this shit?"
Your eyes darted around. Clearly, you were out-numbered and overpowered. Yet, you wouldn't go down without a fight.
"Yeah, I do," you muttered. "It was funny, the way you screamed like a girl, Ricky."
Ricky snatched your face, his hand clutching your chin. He leaned in close to you, so close that you felt his breath on your face.
"You bitch."
Meanwhile, Jungwon's heart raced in his chest.
It was getting out of hand: how many people chose to bother you. You were honestly just minding your business, why did people want to pester you so much? He needed to step in before things escalated. And get you the fuck out of there.
Jungwon's body moved quicker than his mind.
"Hey!" he shouted, making his presence known. Everyone's head whipped over to him. Jungwon gulped as his mind went into overdrive trying to figure out what to say. Curse himself, why did he jump into this without thinking? What a genius.
"Look who it is," Gyuvin slyly stepped forward. "[Name]'s little crush."
If Jungwon wasn't about to be jumped, he would have turned red at that little comment. He was too focused on the fact that you were in possible danger.
"Yanno, Mr. Class President," Gyuvin paced toward him, his brows raised to his forehead. "[Name] here named her cat after you. Isn't it weird how she's obsessed with you?"
Your eyes were wide like saucers, sending him warning signals.
'You need to leave,' your eyes read, but Jungwon ignored it. This entire time, he pranced around as the Class President, feeling righteous, yet he never even tried to empathize with someone like you. How could he claim his title but be so clearly blinded by dumb prejudice?
Gyuvin gestured for Jungwon to come closer, pulling him so that he was right in front of you, face-to-face.
"This one causes a lot of trouble, doesn't she?" Gyuvin rasped. "Parading around like she's some kind of queen, when really she's just a little cunt."
"I know you're angry, Jungwon," Ricky added, motioning to you. "Let your anger out, won't you?"
They were right about him being angry. But not at you, not at the world, not at whatever internal conflict he had.
At them.
Jungwon's hands balled into fists.
"You guys are out of your fuckin' minds," he grumbled, his shoulders shaking. Before they could respond, Jungwon raised his fist, and swung in as hard as he could at Gyuvin, square in the jaw. Immediately, the rest of their lackeys stumbled back, screaming out their leader's name.
This was your opportunity to fight back. Kicking off the wall, you landed a kick at Ricky in the stomach, pushing him to the ground. "Your breath stinks, by the way."
With your back turned, the next thing you heard was a yelp of pain.
Shit, Jungwon!
You yelled his name.
Jungwon, to your knowledge, was not a fighter. He didn't fight people daily, he wasn't violent, he didn't tell people that he'd "kick their asses" like you did. For goodness's sake, he was the Class President. He'd never even had a missing assignment, he was most definitely not going to be able to fight back, let alone land a punch—
But instead of seeing the poor guy on the floor with everyone else beating the crap out of him, you saw the opposite. Jungwon, with only a minute cut on his cheek and bruised knuckles, stood tall, while the rest of the guys (including Gyuvin) groaned on the floor.
How did he..?
Jungwon snatched your hand. Before you could process what the hell just happened, he started profusely asking you if you were okay, if you were hurt. Right in the middle of a whole bunch of dudes groaning in pain.
You squeezed his hand, before running off, pulling him with you.
"You're so annoying, Jungwon!" you scolded him as you wrapped his knuckles in the nurse's office. "Why would you jump into a fight like that—"
"You were in trouble," was all he said solemnly.
"So what?!" You looked at him incredulously. "You're insane. You're the President, why would you—"
As you chided him, Jungwon found it difficult to focus. Maybe it was the adrenaline still coursing through his veins, or the way that you were so close to him. As he sat on the counter, you found your place in between his legs, dabbing rubbing alcohol on the cut on his cheek. It stung, but he only dug his teeth into his bottom lip, instead gluing his eyes to the way your lips moved.
"Jungwon, are you even listening to me?!"
"Yeah, yeah."
You smacked his shoulder. "And you're still recovering from an injury from a few weeks ago, what would you do if they tried to kick you in the stomach again?!" You flicked his forehead.
Jungwon couldn't help the way he felt his lips lifting up. The way you worried about him made his chest feel warm, mindlessly nodding along and agreeing with every word you said.
"You know what?!" you huffed, a hand coming up to rub your temples. "How the hell did you beat them up so quickly back there?! That— That was unreal."
Jungwon opened his mouth to answer, but you cut him off. "— Do you also have some curse that makes you unnecessarily ripped all of a sudden?"
Your hand came up to squeeze his bicep. Although it was hard, especially when he flexed it for you with a grin, revealing his toned arms, it still didn't explain how the hell he was so strong.
"I didn't tell you?" Jungwon smiled. "I used to do Taekwondo."
"You did not tell me. I don't think there was ever a conversation where that came up—"
Jungwon threw his head back, letting a laugh tumble from his lips. "Well, now you know."
It must have been something in the air, because Jungwon would not have done this any other time, but he slithered his arm around your waist as you cupped his cheek gently, fixing up the cut on his face. His hand dangled at your hip, his fingertips brushing up against your thigh. Your eye fluttered over to it briefly, but you didn't seem bothered. In fact, you actually leaned in closer, your other hand sliding up his chest to grip his shoulder for stability. As he was sitting and you were standing, his head angled up at you. The way you gaze down at him, your expression rested, made him almost feel light-headed.
"What if they spread rumors about you, Jungwon?" you asked quietly.
"I wouldn't care," he answered simply.
"But you're the President," your brows knitted together.
"So what?" Jungwon breathed. "Should the President be concerned over silly rumors?"
"Won't people be suspicious if it suddenly came out that Jungwon Yang beat up a few guys?"
If you asked Jungwon this a few weeks ago, he'd be worried out of his mind. He'd be afraid of his reputation being ruined, he'd be afraid of what others thought of him. But for some reason, it didn't concern him that much anymore.
"That's their problem, not mine."
Just as those words left his lips, his phone began to blow up. He glanced at it briefly; it was probably the groupchat or something, but as it continued to ding, you motioned to it.
"You might want to check that out."
So he did.
wonyoung jang: jungwon we need you right now
wonyoung jang: it's BAD BAD
wonyoung jang: everyone's saying you jumped ricky and gyuvin
jini choi: mr president we need you NOWW
You peeked over his shoulder, only seeing the last message.
"You should go, Jungwon."
"I don't want to."
You gave him a look.
"Suddenly so rebellious?" you nudged his shoulder, the corner of your lip raising. "C'mon, you have duties."
Begrudgingly, Jungwon up and left the nurse's office, sending you the brightest smile he could muster.
The moment Jungwon stepped into the classroom, he was bombarded– no, completely besieged– with questions. The mere amount of people hounding him with questions was so much, that all their words blended together.
“Okay, okay!” he shouted, putting his hands out in front of him. “One at a time, Jesus Christ.”
They called for a very "needed class discussion."
Long story short, Jungwon thought that everyone was kind of dumb. The way they were all concerned about whether or not he actually beat up Ricky and Gyuvin was ridiculous. Although Jungwon was honestly tired, he wanted to be smart with his words. He didn't want to scare them, did he?
"No comment."
"I don't feel like talking about it."
"I have nothing to add to that."
He found himself crinkling his nose a little too often as those words came out of his lips more times than he could count.
"Jungwon," some girl in the back of the class spoke up. "I heard rumors that you and [Name] are dating. Is that true?"
The class erupted with even more talking, people from other classes even lining the doorway to listen to it. The way that lunch should have ended a long time ago, but the teachers let this continue because they were also nosy and wanted to know. Did it really matter that much?
"Man, I don't know how I feel about that."
"But Jungwon's too good for her."
"[Name]? Of all people?"
They didn't even know you, how could they come to that conclusion if they never even spoke to you?
"But [Name]'s a bitch!"
"How is our Class President dating a bully?"
Jungwon's lips pressed together to form a thin line as thin as paper. He'd always thought that he'd been good at controlling his emotions, but the anger that was threatening to spill out of his throat was rising to a boil, bubbling to the point that if he didn't do something about it now, he'd absolutely implode.
"That's enough," he said, too quiet for anyone to hear. He sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes narrowing, behind Jungwon slammed his hand on the front table. "That's enough!"
The room went silent.
He took a deep breath, trying his hardest to contain his feelings.
"I don't see the relationship between my love life and the class's affairs," he said simply. "We are having a class discussion, and in our class discussions, we discuss problems relating to the class. In what way is the person I'm romantically interested in a problem that relates to the class?"
Silence.
Jungwon looked around with a cocked brow, expecting an answer.
Silence.
Jungwon narrowed his eyes.
He was tired.
As he pushed past people crowded at the door, Jungwon turned over his shoulder.
"By the way, I think [Name] is pretty cool. You guys should talk to her some time, maybe you'd be happier if you did."
And then he left.
Jungwon expected to find you back in the nurse's office, but he found you down the hall, your arms crossed over your chest, leaning against the wall.
He rushed to you, clutching your hands.
"[Name]," he said, "Hi."
You raised your brow at him, the corner of your lip lifting. "I'm pretty cool, aren't I?"
"Shut up," Jungwon muttered under his breath, but his eyes stayed stuck on you. He squeezed your hands. "Everyone's so annoying."
"I know," you squeezed his hand back. "You were cool back there, Jungwon."
Jungwon's cheeks warmed up at that compliment. Now that he realized that way your hands were in his, he felt his face prickle with heat. "Thanks..."
Somehow, your gaze felt too much for him to take. Jungwon avoided your eyes, choosing to look down at the floor. He felt your hand gently grasp his jaw, before forcing him to look at you.
"I really mean it," you said. "You're really the coolest. It's almost scary."
Jungwon opened his mouth to respond, but before he did...
Poof!
But this time, it wasn’t him that turned into a cat.
It was you.
"Not again!"
Jungwon seemed like a cat person. And he most definitely was one.
The moment that your cat form appeared at his feet, he scooped you up. Taking off his uniform blazer, he carefully wrapped you in it, before (to your complete and utter surprise) he jumped the fence, skipping class.
You meowed profusely. You had no idea how Jungwon did it; as words tumbled out of your mouth, they only came out as meows, and when you tried to clutch his forearm, all you could do was curse your annoyingly small paws.
If it weren't for your feline form, you'd be scolding him, chiding him for skipping class.
He was silent until the two of you reached a stoplight, when he took you out of the wrap that was his blazer. With his thumb, gently rubbed the spot behind your ears. Without even realizing it, you purred, leaning into his touch as if to say,"More!"
Jungwon chuckled, and you could feel his chest rumbling.
How embarrassing! How did he do this everyday for nearly a week and not go completely insane?! When he began rubbing your nose, laughing at the way that you fussed, Jungwon softly squeezed your stomach.
"It's my turn to take care of you, [Name]," he murmured, holding your feline face up to his. From your much smaller form, you could see every detail of his face— from the curve of his eyes, to the blemishes on his nose, to the divots in his half-chapped lips. You'd be lying if you didn't say that Jungwon had a nice face. You brought your paw up to his cheek, to which he chuckled again. He took your paw with his hand, before nuzzling his cheek into it.
When Jungwon finally arrived at his apartment, your question (where were his parents?) from weeks ago was finally answered: he lived away from them.
"Just like you," he whispered against your fur, rubbing your head as he flicked the lights on.
The next thing you knew, you were being bathed in warm, soapy water, as strawberry-scented bubbles filled the little bathtub. Jungwon dried you with his softest towel, and then you were eating the cat-equivalent of a five course meal.
"I feed the stray cats sometimes," he explained to you when your feline eyes gazed at him questioningly.
Was it normal for you to be so tired? You usually weren't this sleepy at this time in the day, yet you were. As you laid on Jungwon's lap, purring at the way his fingers ran through your fur, your eyes felt heavy.
It wouldn't hurt to doze off, right? After all, you were with Jungwon.
Jungwon tucked you into his bed, placing you on a pillow before covering you with a small blanket. He booped your nose.
Although he'd willingly skipped class today, he still had his own responsibilities that he'd like to attend to. He looked over all his homework, filing through all his important Presidential duties, and jamming in all the extra studying that was necessary.
It was a quiet few hours for him. Every hour, or so, he'd go to check on you. Each time he did, you were soundly sleeping. Since you transformed into a cat during the day, there was no telling when or how you'd transform back. He wondered how you'd react when you transformed back. Would you be bashful about it? Or, like always, would you call him annoying, and tell him that he spread his "disease" to you? Jungwon's lips curved at the thought of that. You were cute as a cat, but he thought you were cuter as a human, obviously.
As he worked away, Jungwon didn't notice the way the sun slowly sank into the horizon, its yellow face eventually disappearing. He was deep into focus when he heard a crash, and a small yelp. Coming from his room.
"Jungwon?" your voice called.
Immediately, he dropped his pen, dashing straight to his room. You were awake now, he thought. Maybe he could fit in a nice conversation with you, get closer to you, but that might be difficult when you were so pretty—
Oh.
The moment that Jungwon busted his bedroom door, he really didn't know what he expected.
But he definitely didn't expect to see you.
Naked, sprawled on his bed.
!!!
You let out a shrill scream. Jungwon's face flared with heat, immediately turning around. He buried his face in his hands, squeezing his eyes shut.
"S-Sorry!"
He felt like he could have increased the global warming rate and melted multiple ice-caps just by the sheer amount of heat radiating off of his face. It was so bad that his eyes began to water from pure embarrassment.
Jungwon must be dying, he thought. He might actually drop dead now.
He heard rustling, before your voice, much quieter than he'd ever heard it, murmured, "You can look now..."
Jungwon turned around, but he still kept his eyes shut. If he looked you in the eye now, he'd probably combust on the spot. Slowly, his eyes peeled open, to reveal you, just as embarrassed as him, curled up on his bed, with his blankets wrapped around you.
"Sorry," you muttered, your eyes glued to the floor, too shy to meet his. Your bottom lip jutted out to form a pout, your brows softly furrowing.
Jungwon waved his hands in front of him profusely. He cleared his throat awkwardly. "Y-You have nothing to apologize for."
"Right."
.
.
.
"Jungwon, I'm naked—"
He was already on it. Your school clothes were still in the washer, so Jungwon dug through his closet, throwing you one of his t-shirts and a pair of sweatpants. He let you do your business, and just when Jungwon thought that all his embarrassment was gone, he saw you in his clothes.
Shit.
Jungwon clamped his hand over his mouth, unable to hide the growing smile on his cheeks.
You looked so... cute.
"Yah," you kicked him with your foot, still buried in his blankets. He could see the way your eyes were shifty, still avoiding his. "What're you laughing at?"
"Nothing," was all Jungwon said, but a smile was apparent in his voice.
"Stop laughing!" you threw a pillow at him.
This scene has happened before.
Jungwon laughed, his eyes pressing into thin crescents as his sharp teeth came into view. You dug your teeth into your bottom lip. Why did he have to look pretty when he laughed?
You threw another pillow at him. Jungwon snatched the pillow off the floor, charging toward you. You let another shrill shriek escape your lips when he managed to land a hit on you with the pillow.
"Jungwon!" you cried, as he grabbed another pillow, hitting you on the top of your head. You struggled for another soft and plush weapon to use against your assailant, but alas, he was much faster and stronger than you, "Jungw— Hey!"
"You started it!" He was kneeling at the edge of the bed, when he reached for yet another one of his pillows. When he did this, Jungwon had to climb onto the bed entirely. You hit his hand away from his target pillow.
"You already have two pillows!" you nudged him with your foot. "Don't be unfair."
"All's fair in love and war," Jungwon said simply.
You stared at him incredulously, before you bursted out laughing. Jungwon's ears burned, but he didn't budge.
"Okay, you nerd." With that, you seized the pillow that he was so desperately trying to obtain, only for Jungwon to try to rob you of it. For the next few minutes, you and Jungwon struggled over the pillow, ripping it out of each other's hands.
"Let go!" you cried.
"Absolutely not!"
It was going just fine. A friendly pillow fight. Right?
Except, Jungwon miscalculated one of his movements, causing him to launch himself forward. He landed right on top of you, his hands right beside your head with his arms caging you below him.
Oh.
Oh.
With his dark locks falling over his face, Jungwon gazed down at you with wide eyes. The way you looked back up at him, eyes glittery and lips parted, your breath heavy from the earlier play-fighting, made his heart race. Why were your lips so glossy under the light? Why did his bed fit you so perfectly? Why did you look so pretty when you were in his clothes in his bed in his arms? Why did he want to lean in and—
On your end, your heart was palpitating just as much as Jungwon's was. But of course, you didn't know that.
The lamp next to his bed casted a dim, orange light, and even under the shadow, Jungwon's honey tan skin glowed.
There was something about the way his toned arms dangled over your head, or the way you could see his collarbones peeking out of his shirt, or the way that his neck just looked so goddamn kissable right now—
The two of you could have been staring into each other's eyes for minutes or for hours, there really wouldn't have been a difference.
"Uh, sorry," Jungwon finally said, the embarrassment finally settling in. He began to maneuver off of you, the warmth of your touch being ripped away from him.
No! You didn't want him to get off of you! You wanted him to be close to you!
You grabbed his wrist, yanking him down. Instead of caging you, Jungwon instead was now met with a faceful of your chest, much to his embarrassment.
"[Name]...!" he spluttered, but you didn't care. You pressed your hand on his back, making the rest of his body relax into yours, before you ran your hands through his hair.
"I'm tired," you muttered in his ear. "I want to sleep."
"Y-You just woke up..!" his voice was muffled by your chest and shoulder.
"I don't care." Your fingers stopped in his hair, before you reached for his lamp, switching it off. "We're sleeping."
All Jungwon could do was sigh, admitting defeat to you. He relaxed into your body, taking in your sweet scent, though with reddened cheeks. He thanked the newfound darkness for concealing the color of his face. Realizing that you were no longer playing with his hair, Jungwon clutched your hand, dragging it and plopping it right on top of his head.
"Play with my hair, [Name]."
"You're annoying," you whispered, but you complied. You were so warm, and soft, and calming. Jungwon felt all his worries melt away, which was why he couldn't help but nuzzle his face into your chest. You cocked a brow at him, pausing to flick his forehead. "Okay, you perv."
Jungwon shot up. "I'm not a—!"
You pushed his head down back into your chest, your other arm coming up to hold him in place. "Go back to sleep."
And who was he to refuse you?
Jungwon and you saw each other quite often after that. In passing, you'd always shoot him that signature smile, accompanied by a punch on the shoulder, or a light slap on the arm, or even a soft shove. Some days, you'd drop by the Council room and say hi to him, maybe even look over his Presidential papers. You got suspicious looks whenever you did, but the glare of the class's residential troublemaker and the Class President was enough to send people spiraling.
Day by day, Jungwon's feelings grew for you. Exponentially. It could be little things, like how you'd send him questioning looks when someone said something questionable, or the way that you'd scrunch your nose whenever he purposefully stared at you. But it was also the other moments outside of school that he valued, like when he found you feeding a few stray cats, or when he saw at the grocery store stocking up on cat food (just in case you or him turned into a cat again, your words not his).
Little did he know, you, too, blossomed a crush. You didn't talk to many people, so Jungwon was special. You liked that he was diligent and hard-working, and his snobbery wasn't really existent. He was one of, if not the only, person that you chose to tolerate. He was cute, someone that you wouldn't mind being around.
It's been long known to Jungwon that he wasn't always as smart as he thought he was. But sometimes he thought he was plain stupid.
“I like you,” Jungwon blurted one day after school, as you helped him look over his papers. The moment that those words left his mouth, Jungwon wanted to eat them.
As spring came rolling into your lives, the days were getting longer. Sunlight illuminated the empty classroom, casting a delicate shadow on your features.
Jungwon didn't know what came over him, what spirit decided to possess him in that moment.
After a few moments, you said, "Okay."
.
.
.
Okay?
Just.
Okay?
Jungwon squeezed his eyes shut as his heart plummeted to his stomach. Of course he had no chance with you. How could he? Was he getting ahead of himself? Had he been misinterpreting your relationship this entire time?
Just as embarrassment crashed down on Jungwon, you clicked your tongue.
"Can you stop panicking?" you asked frankly. When you noticed his very red expression, you huffed. "I didn't reject you, if that's what you're thinking—" you pinched your nose-bridge— "Just, let me think of a response."
That only made Jungwon sink deeper into his seat. Oh, he was so naive! What would happen after this? He didn't want to lose his friendship with you, not at all! Maybe he should die, maybe the earth should just open up right now and eat him alive—
“Jungwon,” you finally said. “I think you’re really cute.”
Jungwon held his breath.
“But,” you continued. “This is a little fast for me.”
As catastrophe rained down on his shoulders, you stifled a giggle.
Setting down your pen, you rested your face on your fist, gazing over at the boy.
Gently, as if he were a piece of glass, your fingers clutched his chin, moving his face to look at you. Jungwon's eyelids fell shut at your touch. Biting back a grin, you leaned in toward him. Experimentally, you came just close enough for Jungwon to feel your breath against his lips, ghosting you lips over his. You watched the way his brows knitted together, his lips wobbling.
Cute.
You pressed one kiss on his right eyelid. You felt his shoulders tense under you, but you only smiled. You pressed another kiss on his left eyelid. Before he could react, you pulled away.
“Take me out on a date first, yeah?” there was a smile in your voice.
Jungwon stood frozen in his spot, before his eyes shot open.
Date?
“And bring me flowers,” there was a teasing, but also dreamy, tone in your voice. “I like roses.”
The way Jungwon just stared at you with widened, glossy eyes, dumbfounded beyond words made you throw your head back, laughter bubbling from your chest.
You leaned in toward him again, collecting his hands in yours.
“I like sweets, but anything with too much chocolate makes me sick,” you leaned in closer. “I’m free every day, since none of the teachers are on my dick anymore.”
You put your finger to your lip in thought. “If you don’t want to go anywhere, we can come over to my house and nap. I like being hugged and I get cold easily.”
“W-Wait, what?!”
Jungwon felt so much blood rush to his face, he almost fainted.
"I like you, too," you said simply, as if it were just another fact and not one of the most ground-breaking discoveries of Jungwon's life! "I want you to take me out on a date."
Jungwon blinked.
You got up from your chair, yawning and stretching. Then, you began packing up your things.
"I have to go now," you flashed him a grin. "I'm tired."
As you made your way to the door, Jungwon finally realized where he was, and what the hell was happening: you, his crush, liked him back, and this was his chance.
"W-Wait!" Jungwon blurted, his hand jerking out to grab your wrist. Almost like you were hoping for him to do that, you turned over your shoulder, humming.
"This Saturday!" Jungwon gulped down those dumb words that threatened to spill out his mouth, the ones that would make him look even more like a fool. "Go out with me this Saturday, 5PM."
You only smiled. "Okay. Saturday, 5PM. Got it."
The two of you stood like that for what felt like hours. Jungwon darted his tongue out to swipe over his bottom lip. He wanted to say something to you, but he simply couldn't bring himself to utter words.
"You won't turn into a cat, on me, yeah?" you teased him, the corner of your lip raising up. Oh, how much he wanted to kiss them. How would your hand fit in his? What should he wear? Where would you go?
"No..." Jungwon answered, too dazed. "I won't."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
You slipped out of his grasp, making your way out of the room. Though, your footsteps as they faded away sounded more excited than usual.
Jungwon was left there in the classroom, alone. He blinked a few more times, letting a few more pulses pass, before his face broke out with a smile.
wc: 1.2k — prologue
contains: vampire!jungwon x witch!reader , angst , fantasy
The fading light of dusk peeked through the wooden window frames, casting a golden-orange hue across the house. The sweet, crushed scent of fruits and the heavy aroma of wildflowers lingered in the air. Even without looking, you knew your mother was busy at her cauldron, brewing yet another medicinal potion.
"Could you help me for a moment?" Her voice broke the silence. She approached you, interrupting your reading, and shoved an empty woven basket into your lap. "I need some moon-berries and a few nightshade blooms to perfect this batch."
You let out a sigh of disbelief, pointing toward the window where the sun had almost entirely been swallowed by the horizon. "Mom, it's getting dark! Aren't you the one who always says we should stay away from the woods? Vampires and werewolves are prowling around looking for prey to expand their colonies!"
She simply waved her hand dismissively. "Oh, come now. You're not a child anymore, stop looking for excuses. Besides, you only need to search the edges of the forest. You won't have to go far." She gave your shoulder a quick pat before retreating to her brewing room.
Being the daughter of the greatest healer witch in the land came with its own set of burdens. Your mother was no ordinary witch; she was the one who had saved the King from a fatal poisoning and woven the protective wards that shielded the entire kingdom. Her knowledge of healing magic was unmatched. But for the daughter of such a living legend, it mostly meant running dangerous errands at nightfall.
With a heavy heart, you made your way down the path toward the woods. The chill of the night air was already biting at your skin. Just as you suspected, the outer edge of the forest had been picked clean. Left with no choice, you ventured deeper, letting the towering trees swallow the last remnants of daylight.
You had only just managed to pluck a handful of moon-berries and nightshade blooms when the hair on the back of your neck stood up. A low, heavy growl echoed not too far from where you stood.
Panic instantly gripped your throat. You spun around and bolted. But as luck would have it, your foot caught on a protruding tree root. You crashed hard into the dirt. Breathing heavily, fear seizing every cell in your body, you scrambled up and ran blindly in a random direction, clutching the basket tightly to your chest. You threw yourself behind a massive tree trunk, curling up as small as humanly possible.
Instead of fading, the rustling in the bushes drew closer, heavy and lethal. Your heart hammered so violently against your ribs you thought it might burst. You buried your face in your knees, hugging the woven basket for dear life, refusing to open your eyes. You had already accepted that you were going to die here tonight.
"What are you doing out here?"
It wasn't the slashing of claws or a feral snarl that greeted you, but the voice of a man.
But you were already too hysterical to care. "PLEASE! Please don't kill me, I haven't even gotten married yet! NO, WAIT! I've never even tasted the cookies my mom bakes for the royal family! I wasn't bothering anyone, I swear!"
The confession tumbled out of your mouth like a runaway train. You kept your face hidden, far too terrified to look at whatever was standing in front of you, entirely convinced that your chance of surviving tonight was at an absolute zero.
A beat of silence. Then, a soft, airy chuckle.
Very slowly, you dared to peek through your arms. Your eyes landed immediately on a pale hand reaching out toward you. Around the wrist was a slender gold bracelet that faintly caught the moonlight. Engraved upon its smooth surface was a name "Yang Jung..."
"Come on," he said softly, his hand still extended. "Let me help you out of here."
The walk out of the forest was engulfed in an awkward, heavy silence. You felt incredibly foolish, the memory of your ridiculous outburst still burning your cheeks.
"I'm sorry about earlier... I was just terrified," you mumbled softly, stealing a quick glance at him before dropping your gaze back to the dirt path.
He chuckled again. "I understand. Anyone would be afraid of losing their life."
"You must be from the royal court, right? Yang Jung-ssi?" you deduced, taking in the fine make of his clothes and the glint of the gold bracelet.
"Yang Jungwon," he clarified quietly, entirely ignoring your question about his origins.
"Ah... right. Yang Jung-ssi—no, I mean, Yang Jungwon-ssi."
Another soft laugh escaped Jungwon's lips as he looked down, his thumb subconsciously tracing the gold bracelet on his wrist. For some inexplicable reason, you caught a fleeting, profound sadness in his aura.
You cleared your throat, desperate to keep the conversation going. "You know, I was so scared because of the rumors spreading around. Vampires and werewolves... they sound terrifying."
"I am a vampire," Jungwon stated plainly.
Your steps halted instantly. Realizing you were no longer walking beside him, Jungwon paused and turned to face you. There was no predatory glint, no threat in his eyes, but the icy grip of fear still coiled around your heart.
"Relax, I won't hurt you," he said, his voice lacing with a gentle reassurance. "My father, my mother, and my older sister... they are humans, just like you." He offered a small smile, but it was so strained, so incredibly fragile, it looked as though it pained him to wear it.
You stood frozen, your mind short-circuiting at the sheer impossibility of his words.
"You can walk the rest of the way alone if you feel uncomfortable, or... if you're afraid of me," he offered gently, gesturing to the path ahead. "You only need to walk straight. Look, there are fireflies gathering to light your way. It's a safe path." With a soft, retreating posture, Jungwon stepped backward, gracefully giving you the space to leave him behind.
You never would have expected that from that night onward, the vampire you once feared would become the one soul you wanted to protect more than anything else in the world. Even if it meant protecting him from your own mother.
Years later, the Coven’s curse was designed to burn his immortal blood like liquid sunlight. To save him, you committed the ultimate sin, a forbidden spell to draw the agonizing fire from his veins into your own.
But instead of letting the curse take your life in vain, in your final, fleeting moments, you sacrificed the very last of your life force to purify the hex. You sealed the lethal sun-fire into the gold bracelet he always wore. The curse that was meant to reduce Jungwon to ashes was transformed into a shield—one that would finally allow him to walk freely beneath the daylight.
Your breathing was terribly faint. Jungwon descended toward your neck, his fangs unsheathed, fully prepared to curse you with eternity just to keep you alive. But your freezing hand rose to cup his jaw, softly holding him back. A gentle shake of your head was your final refusal.
As your thumb wiped away a tear sliding down his cheek, you breathed out, offering him a fragile, broken smile just as the first light of dawn broke through the window.
"Let me leave as a human who loves you. So the fire meant to kill you... can now let you see the sun."
The hand holding his face slowly lost all its life, sliding down to strike the floorboards just before his lips could even brush against your skin, bathing you both in the very light you died to give him.
a/n: Hello everyone! Hehe, just a quick note that this is only the prologue! If you're intrigued by this story and want to be tagged when Chapter 1 drops, please leave a comment below! Let me know your thoughts so far!
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genre: modern pride & prejudice au, enemies to lovers, university au
word count: 5.4k
a modernized take on the confession in the rain scene from pride & prejudice set in university enjoyyyyyy
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You should probably get out of this rain. It would be wise to make your way back to your dorm and continue your fuming in a place where you’re less likely to catch a nasty cold, but the logical parts of you are currently fighting a losing battle against the angry ones.
There’s a distant cry of your name from somewhere behind you, but it’s easy to ignore through the torrential downpour and thrumming in your ears. Right now, there is only one objective in mind and it’s to get away. No destination in particular, just not here. Not anywhere near him.
But fate is a cruel thing and all too easy to tempt and the next time Jungwon calls your name, he sounds dangerously close to reaching you.
God fucking damnit.
You should have just faked a stomachache or something. Common sense should have been enough to tell you that a guy who spends his afternoons at collegiate level competitive soccer practice would have an upper hand on the athletic front.
But there’s no use in mulling over the what ifs now, not when he’s probably going to catch up to you any—
The feeling of a warm hand encircling your wrist has you spinning on your heel, stray rain droplets flying from your skin with the force.
“___!” To your credit, he sounds out of breath, even if only slightly. “God, will you just—” You don’t miss the way his features fall a fraction of an inch when you twist out of his grip, retracting your arm back into safer territory. “Just hold on a second.”
Every instinct, every bone is screaming at you to ignore his request and high tail it out of here, but you have a feeling he’s not going to let you get very far. And if he does, he’ll just ambush you tomorrow after class or during your library study time that’s become increasingly synchronized with his own over the past few months.
It's almost unbelievable really, in hindsight. Yang Jungwon came into your life in a quiet sort of way, but once his presence was established, it sure was hard to miss. It’s not that the two of you didn’t like each other necessarily. You just never could quite seem to see eye to eye. He was abrasive where you were gentle and quiet where you were loud. Neither of you were ever particularly polarizing people—quite the opposite in fact—but something about your personalities just made the two of you clash right from the get go.
There would be a sarcastic quip here, a roll of the eyes there, just little reminders that the both of you were on opposite ends of the spectrum in just about everything. It’s almost ironic, really, the fact that the two of you shared so many mutual friends given the initial distaste you had for one another.
At first, both of you had wordlessly settled on a mutual agreement to just avoid each other all of the many times your paths crossed in class or at parties or during library study groups. You’re not even really sure when that changed, can’t pinpoint the moment when things started to shift, but over time, your mutual distaste started to grow into a mutual understanding. Under the surface, you found that the two of you actually had a lot in common. You just went about things in different ways.
And progression was only natural from there. Before long, you were inserting yourself into his conversations at parties instead of avoiding them entirely, answering his discussion questions during study group instead of keeping your head down, and sliding down into a seat not too far from his the few times you shared a class instead of somewhere across the room.
But the real kicker had come roughly three months ago, at the beginning of the fall semester. Students in the same contemporary literature course, you and Jungwon had been paired up as semester-long project partners on the very first day.
And from there, mutual understanding was quick to transform into something that looked a whole lot like friendship the more you stared at it. Even if your relationship was still a little rough around the edges, even if the two of you rarely shared a similar opinion and had a particularly strong inclination towards petty fights and ridiculous arguments, Yang Jungwon and you were, for lack of a better term, friends.
And it probably wasn’t entirely fair of you to avoid him for a week, to make him literally chase you down in the middle of a rainstorm just for a chance to get a word in sideways, but it really wasn’t your fault. Not after what Jay told you last week. And especially not after the damning text message you read with your own two eyes.
Still, you figure there’s no use in running anymore. At least not now.
Jungwon seems to sense your defeat, and when you make no further move to escape, he relaxes slightly, shoulders slumping as the tension around him dissipates just a fraction. With a set jaw and wide eyes, he reaches out like he’s going to grasp your wrist again before he thinks better of it. Instead, he settles on nodding his chin in a jerky sort of way towards a nearby veranda, silently encouraging you to follow his lead as he makes his way toward it for some much needed shelter from the torrential downpour.
But even a reprieve from the pelting rain isn’t enough to sweeten the atmosphere into anything less than tense. And Jungwon, in all of his twenty-one-year-old glory, misreads the situation entirely. “You, uh…” he tries, palm sliding to the back of his neck like he’s nervous. He can’t quite meet your eye now. “You’re fast when you want to be.”
At that, you arch an eyebrow, offering him nothing but silence and an exasperated set to your features. If this is his attempt at an apology, he’s doing a less than favorable job.
Another handful of seconds pass. Around you, the world continues to ebb and flow. Students walking to class, sheltering themselves from the rain with backpacks and book bags and a mismatched array of makeshift umbrellas.
Rain continues to pound the earth around you. But under the shelter, it’s just the two of you.
Suddenly, eye contact is a difficult thing to maintain.
When the silence extends into something impossibly more uncomfortable, you shake your head in silent disbelief, turning to leave him in the dust a final time. But once again, the sound of his voice disturbs the monotonous pouring of rain before you can make it all of three feet.
“I don’t really like literature, you know.” It’s an odd declaration, all things considered. Enough so to have you turning back until your gaze matches his own, the confused furrow of your brow meeting the open vulnerability of his own.
“What?”
Jungwon takes a deep inhale, steeling himself like he’ll lose his nerve in its entirety if he doesn’t get it all out in a single breath.
“I told you, when we were partnered up that first day of class and you asked me why I ended up taking contemporary lit.” His brow draws down into something that looks almost pained, gaze falling towards the raindrops that scatter against the concrete beneath you. “I told you it was because I’ve always liked literature, but that was a lie. I hate literature. Like, a lot. I needed one more upper division elective credit and I was signed up for a kinesiology course and it looked really cool, but then Jake told me that you were taking contemporary lit and I just…” He trails off, sliding an open palm down his face. His head shakes ever so slightly, almost like he's berating himself. He still won’t look you in the eye. “I knew this was a stupid idea. Everyone warned me too.” A laugh escapes his lips but no trace of humor follows. “All my friends said it would never work, that I should just let it go because this would never go the way I want it to. Hell, I even called my sister the other day and she told me I’d be better off to just forget it, but—”
“Jungwon,” you finally interrupt, mostly in fear that his nonsensical rambling won’t see any sort of end if you don’t intervene. “What are you talking about?”
There’s a moment, just a fraction of a minute, where everything around you seems to freeze, where time seems to suspend itself in mid air. Across from you, Jungwon’s chest is rising and falling slowly. A gentle pattern of heavy breaths as his rain soaked hair drips down across his eyes and over the bridge of his nose.
He’s flushed, but just slightly, and you can’t tell if it’s from the biting frigidness of the rain or something else entirely. At his sides, his hands are clenched into two identical fists, fingers wound so tightly his knuckles have gone completely white.
And then there are his eyes, so open, so vulnerable, so achingly honest and yet you have no idea what it is that’s running through his mind at a million miles a minute. The gaze that matches your own seems almost pleading, begging you to understand, to be gentle, but for what you can’t decipher.
But just as quickly as it came, the moment subsides into something decidedly less monumental the second he opens his mouth.
“You really don’t know?” He’s not being patronizing. There’s a thick tint of genuine disbelief laced through his tone, mixing easy with heavy strokes of premature embarrassment. But it irks you nonetheless, his apparent inability to make himself clear.
“Don’t know what?” You really should have faked that stomachache.
Jungwon averts his eyes again, gaze flickering to the concrete beneath him before his next words come out all in a jumbled rush, so tangled you almost miss them.
“I like you.”
Three words. Simple against the tongue and easy in delivery.
But you have no idea what to do with them and it would appear that Jungwon doesn’t either.
He’s pressing on before you can so much as take in his original declaration. “Like, I like you a lot, ___. Fuck. It’s all I can think about, I swear. Everytime we study together or grab food or even just when you’re sitting next to me in class taking notes. It’s hard to be around you sometimes because I feel like I’m always in my own head and so confused and I just…” He shakes his head, clearing away some of the haze. “I just like you. A lot.”
And maybe if he weren’t wrapped up so deeply in his own confession, in his own sphere of discomfort, he’d notice how the frown marring your pretty features has been growing steadily deeper the entire time. Maybe he’d have noticed that when you finally open your mouth to respond after an uncomfortably long beat of silence, it wouldn’t be a confession of equal feelings that comes out.
“Well I’m sorry to have confused you so much, Jungwon,” is the first thing you say, and if he expected anything it certainly wasn’t the annoyance running heavy through your tone. He’d anticipated a bit of confusion, maybe even some disbelief, but only the watered down versions that could just as easily be transformed into reciprocation.
“Wait, no,” he tries, but it’s in vain. “___, that’s not what I meant—”
“I can promise you that it was unintentional.” There’s sarcasm dripping off of all of your words, a mean streak that gives Jungwon pause. Had he really just laid his feelings out in the open after spending days agonizing over how to do it for… this?
He’s never been the best with words and he hates himself a little for it, hates that he can never seem to make a conversation flow as easily as you’re always able to. Hates how his thoughts come out stilted and messy and convoluted. Hates that even though he’s been practicing this conversation for days in the mirror and the shower and in his mind before he goes to bed, he still seems to have missed the mark terribly.
He just… He thought that you would get it. He’s never been good with words. But he also knows that you know that he’s never been good with words. It’s something that he’s always been fond of, your easy ability to read between the lines and pick up on all those little thoughts and ideas he could never quite find a way to put into words. If anything, your avoidance of all the subtext now seems almost intentional. It leaves him feeling more than a little confused.
Jungwon’s eyes are glassy when you meet them, mouth downturned and cheeks flushed. “Is that…” He trails off, voice small, so painfully unsure of himself as he toys with a loose string on his backpack. “Is that all you have to say?”
The venom is still there when you ask, “What do you want me to say, Jungwon?”
Another flash of pain crosses his features, fleeting but unmistakable. The surprise that shocks him into stillness is the only thing that keeps him from recoiling. “I don’t know. I just… I just laid all my feelings out for you and you can’t even tell me where your head’s at.” Always messy, always tripping over his own words. And if the sudden fire in your eyes in anything to go by, he’s only done it again.
“So I’m supposed to be flattered, then?” Your arms move to cross your chest and he feels every bit the scolded kid you’re trying to make him. “By you telling me that even though all of your friends and family told you that confessing to me was a bad idea, you decided to do it anyway? That you’re not even entirely sure about your actual feelings because I confuse you?”
“No.” He really should take a minute to gather his thoughts, to work them into something a little more coherent, but this is snowballing out of his control more quickly than he can keep track of. In the moment, adding fuel to the fire feels all too similar to smothering it with sand. “No. God. Fuck, no. That’s not—Look, it came out wrong. I was trying to tell you that I like you, maybe to ask you on a date, because—”
“And what makes you think I would want to date you, Jungwon?”
It’s cruel, even for you. Even towards him. It’s mean and it hurts and he’s so, so confused. “I… I don’t understand—”
You’re unwavering in your anger as you press on, face heating and brow drawing down. “God, Jungwon. Even if you hadn’t just basically insulted me six different ways, you know I have other reasons to be more than a little pissed off at you right now.”
And what those reasons could be, he has absolutely no idea.
“What are you talking about?” Jungwon doesn’t mean to let the defensive edge to his words slip in, but it’s beyond his control at this point. He’s so confused and you’re throwing accusations with little inhibition. “We barely even talked this last week. I practically had to run you down just to get you to have a conversation with me and now you’re just yelling—”
“And why do you think that is?” Somewhere in the extremities of your mind, you’re aware that people are starting to stare as they pass by, that you’re drawing more than a little attention. But with Jungwon right in front of you and anger closing in on all sides, they’re easy enough to ignore. “Why on earth would I want to be around, and much less date the same person who’s made Rina cry just about every night for the past month, Jungwon?”
“Rina?” Jungwon’s brow furrows even further at that, a confusion that seems so genuine that it absolutely infuriates you clouding his tone. “What does Rina have to do with—”
“Cut the shit, Jungwon. Jay told me what you did. And even if he didn’t, you should have known better than to let me borrow your laptop while you and Jake were texting.”
Oh. Oh, shit.
“Because when you left to go find a book, Jake just couldn’t stop thanking you for saving him from being ‘tied down’ all season, couldn’t stop talking about how he’s just so much better off without a girl around.”
There’s so much sarcasm and anger in your voice and Jungwon doesn’t know where to start. He knows that the incident in question is partially his fault, and yeah, it probably was a stupid idea to leave you alone with his laptop in the middle of a conversation with Jake, but how was he supposed to know his friend would bring up Rina? This really is all just some sort of misunderstanding. Maybe if you would just listen...
“I—” he tries, but you’re cutting him off in the next breath.
“Which is bullshit, by the way. Because Jay also told me about how miserable Jake’s been ever since he ended things with Rina and how he’s been spending half of your stupid soccer practice moping in the corner—”
Fucking Jay. “I didn’t—”
At that, he watches as the anger in your expression melds with something he can only call disbelief. “Are you seriously gonna deny it?”
“No. No, I’m not denying it. Will you just stop and listen for—?”
“No, actually. I don’t think I will." Your yelling is reaching a decibel that would be impossible not to notice, even through the rain, but you can't find it in yourself to care. "What kind of horrible person goes around breaking up good relationships on purpose?”
And just like that, Jungwon’s words lose their pleading edge. Every bone in his body, every instinct and shred of knowledge he’s gathered is telling him that you’re not here to listen. That nothing he says will be good enough for you. No, just like always, you’re here to berate him and talk over him and then storm off once you’ve said your piece. Just like every other argument you've ever had. And Jungwon’s fucking tired of it.
He's being just as difficult as you always are when he says, “First of all, I didn't break anyone up. I didn't make Jake do anything. The only thing I did was tell him the truth. And besides, he might be moping now, but he sent me those texts for a reason.”
It may be a one-eighty, but you’re no stranger to arguing with Jungwon. You know exactly how dirty he can play when he wants to. With a humorless laugh, you let your lips part in disbelief. “You have some fucking nerve, Yang.”
Jungwon just rolls his eyes, the accusation barely brushing him before he shakes it off his shoulders. He’s tired of being treated like this, of getting the short end of the stick and always being molded into some sort of villain by your quick hands. He doesn’t know how many times he has to show up for you, to prove to you that he’s not the person you thought he was all those months ago when you first met before you’ll actually give him some kind of a chance.
And if you won’t listen to anything calm and rational, well, maybe it’s time for a different approach. Jungwon’s looking for the argument he already has when he retorts, “Yeah? Well so does Rina.”
If anything, it at least is successful in capturing your attention. Your voice is deadly calm when you ask, “What did you just say to me?”
It’s something akin to an exasperated disbelief that he looks at you with now. A cool, collected exterior that’s entirely a front for the jumble of emotions he feels, but it’s infuriating to you nonetheless. “Come on, ___. You’re her best friend. You had to know.”
The tables turn, just like that. Now he’s the one laying claims in bold strokes while maintaining an unaffected facade, and you're left to do all the guesswork. “Know what?”
“That she was cheating on him!” When Jungwon sees the way your features shutter, he’s quick to amend. “Or at least getting close to it. I saw her, ___. Literally the morning after she was over all night with Jake I saw her out with some other guy! And usually, that’s not a big deal, but they sure as hell seemed closer than just friends when he went in for a hug.”
Just as quickly as they closed off, your emotions are twisting back into outrage. “That was her cousin, you absolute idiot! He lives hours away so they never get to see each other. He came up to visit for the weekend so she could show him around campus. A weekend that you ruined, by the way. Because she spent all of it crying in bed.”
It’s a revelation that you expect will have him back to begging at your feet, but Jungwon doesn’t miss a beat. “Still! Even if he was her cousin, that wasn’t the first time I saw her getting flirty with other guys.” Jungwon’s jaw clenches as a stray raindrop makes its way over the bridge of his nose. “The only reason I even told Jake was because I’d seen her do it so many times.”
You scoff, even as feelings of doubt start to trickle in through the corners of your mind, even as something that feels all too similar to nausea threatens to rise in your stomach. “That’s ridiculous.”
Jungwon is glaring at you now, really glaring and you curse the wave of unease it inspires. “You know, maybe if you could get over your incessant need to be right all the time, then—”
“My need t—?”
“—then maybe you’d see that you’re not above everyone else on some moral high ground and that sometimes, you’re wrong about things too. Just like the rest of us. I get that she’s your friend which is why I obviously didn’t want to drag you into this. And I’m sorry that Jay can’t keep a secret to save his life and that you found out like this, but I know what I saw. And instead of listening to me or even trying to talk to me about it like a fucking adult, you avoid me like the plague for a week. And then when we finally do talk, you stand here and assume that I'm the kind of person that would intentionally try to ruin both of our closest friends’ lives.”
There’s a lapse while Jungwon takes a moment to just stare at you, chest heaving and hair dripping. When he speaks again, there’s a distinct cloud of hurt that encompasses his words. “We’ve known each other for months, ___. Whenever you texted me at ass o’clock because you waited until the last minute to do your assignments and started panicking when you couldn’t get the answers, I was the one who woke up in the middle of the night to help you figure it out. Whenever you had some shit going on that you didn’t wanna worry your friends with, I was the one who stayed up with you to talk you through it. If you were tired in class but forgot your wallet, guess who was the one to buy you your favorite coffee.”
You offer him nothing but an indignant scoff, arms crossing over your chest. “So I owe you now? Is that what you’re saying? You keep a running tally of all the nice things you’ve ever done for me and the sum of them is finally high enough to cash in a date? To pick up the slack from having a hand in making my best friend miserable?”
“No.” He’s fuming just as clearly as you now, a thick cloud of emotion radiating off of him in waves as he takes a step forward into your space. Now you’re the one cowering, taking an equal step backwards even as you keep your chin high in defiance. “That’s not what I’m saying and maybe you’d get that if you fucking listened. You don’t owe me shit, ___. Forgive me for being fucking hurt by the fact that the entire time I thought we were becoming friends, that we were getting close to one another, you were actually keeping me at an arm’s length and always looking for a reason to cut me off and make me out to be some sort of villain.”
Your eyes narrow as another stray raindrop drips from an eyelash. “And forgive me for not instantly falling at your feet from a shitty confession after I had every reason to think that you just had single handedly ruined my best friend’s relationship!”
Somewhere in the back of your mind, you’re cognizant of the fact that you’re probably being unfair, that things probably would have gone a bit smoother had you just been willing to hear him out. But something about the way he levels you with thinly veiled insults and a smug little set to his mouth has you wanting to push back, to say your piece even if you’re only grasping at straws at this point.
A handful of insults ago, this might have been the kind of petty fight that could have been fixed with an apology and some space. But things are different this time around. They’re personal.
You’re not debating over the best flavor of gelato from the shop down the street or the Rotten Tomatoes review Jay mentioned in passing. Despite the cold exterior he’s adopted, the sharpest emotion Jungwon feels right now is a deep, burning humiliation at being rejected so definitively in every sense of the word. At reading things between you and him so terribly wrong.
And it takes more than a low, mumbled, I’m sorry with half avoided eye contact to make any steps towards remedying that kind of wound.
A scoff passes through parted lips as he takes another step forward. Left with no further space to retreat, your back becomes flush with the wall behind you as your chin turns up to meet his eye. “Funny that you say that.” There’s a dangerous glint to his eye, an unexpected emotion in what has so far been a whirlwind of annoyance and anger and hurt. “Because you sure didn’t seem to mind when I was the one doting all over you.”
“Excuse me?” The roll of your eyes is exaggerated. “You call buying me coffee every now and then ‘doting all over me?’” You huff a dry laugh, jutting your chin even further towards his own in defiance. “I think I really did dodge a bullet then. I imagine someone with those standards wouldn’t make for a very…” The way your eyes make quick work of scanning him from head to toe is dangerous, but if you’re to have anything, it will be the last word. "fulfilling relationship.”
Jungwon just takes it in stride, tilting his chin slightly before stepping impossibly closer. So close that you can clearly make out the mole just above his jawline. So close that you feel his words as much as you hear them. “Hm, maybe not. But what about all the times I did this?” It’s damningly hard to suppress the shiver that threatens to shoot the length of your spine as his fingers ghost delicately over the skin just above your collarbone. You're doing your damn best to maintain an unaffected front, but you feel the way his lips turn up into a little grin at the tiny gasp you can't quite contain. “Hm? And the forehead kisses?” Just as easily, he’s leaning down to let his lips brush against your hair, not exactly a kiss but a fleeting touch that leaves heat in its wake all the same.
He shifts then, and his next words are whispered against the shell of your ear. “All those little touches. I imagine it would have been pretty easy to have you—what was it you called it?—falling at my feet then if I really set my mind to it.” You don’t need to see his face to feel the smugness radiating from him in waves.
There’s a moment, barely a millisecond of time, in which you let yourself entertain the idea of turning your face, just slightly, until your lips are aligned with his. It wouldn't take much, really. And you already know that it would be entirely too easy to lose yourself against the heat of his mouth, within the tangle of your fingers against the nape of his neck, amongst the quiet little breathy gasps you're already sure he’d have no problem drawing from the back of your throat.
Because despite it all, you do know what he's talking about. In fact, you remember it all too well. The two of you have never breached that flimsy barrier of anything more than platonic, but it sure did seem to be your favorite line to teeter.
Because despite all of his faults and flaws and all the many reasons the two of you were always butting heads, Yang Jungwon was the kind of guy that was all too easy to get caught up in. And you have the distinct feeling that he feels the exact same way about you. It would be easy, the less inhibited parts of your mind whisper into your cloud of consciousness. It would feel good.
You're so wrapped up in your own thoughts, in the cacophony of sensation, that you don't notice it, but Jungwon's on the exact same wavelength. He can feel the way you shudder under his touch, can imagine that same gentle ripple of energy in so many different, more pleasurable contexts, and it's making him dizzy. Your lips are parted and all he can think about is giving them something to do that doesn’t involve throwing insults his way. He wants to say it then, wants to erase everything he said before by telling you how beautiful he thinks you are, how easy you made it for him to like you, how mortified he really is that he managed to fuck it all up so badly.
But the cold is as sobering as anything, and it takes less than a heartbeat for you to remember why you’re here in the first place. With slightly trembling hands, you’re pushing against his chest, ignoring your instincts to pull him closer instead, until there’s room to breathe again, until that damn voice in your mind is nothing but an afterthought. You want to scream at yourself for being so easy, for falling right into his little game, for letting him embarrass you like that. You infuse your gaze with as much venom as you can manage before you’re matching it to his own. “Fuck you, Jungwon. You have some real nerve, you know. Was this all some kind of joke to you?”
It's as if you've taken a bucket of ice water to his head. Because no matter how many little moments you allow him, how many glimpses he gets at the girl that just might like him half as much as he likes her, this is what you really think of him.
And as much as he wants things to be different, as much as he wants to push and fight and try until he finally makes you understand, he knows he'll eventually have to come to terms with the fact that no amount of wishful thinking will ever make you see him for who he really is.
“A joke?” He laughs humorlessly, tucking away his hurt for now in the only way he knows how. “No. But I guess it was a waste of my time. I got your message, by the way. Your opinion of me came through. Loud and clear. I’ll ask Sunoo to switch partners with me in lit and I’ll just leave you alone from now on.” There’s a pause, a moment of hesitation like he wants to say something else. The sky is still crying and his cheekbones are still dusted red and your chest is still heaving where you stare at him with parted lips. He takes one final glance before turning away from you completely.
And it’s with a final, “Have a nice life, ___” that he leaves you in the rain, shivering from the cold and desperately trying to ignore the sinking feeling building heavy in your gut.
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⋮ ⌗ ┆便条 ⨾ a little celebratory post because i finished my assignment and am on break! ٩(^ᗜ^ )و ´- hoping to post more in the futue but for now, please enjoy the fruits of my #wonrot, much loveeeee! <333
The end of your workday isn't meant to pan out like this. Still in the mid-thigh length skirt your boss ogles you in with not-so whispers exchanged by co-workers in the background, two buttons down with legs stretched beneath your coffee table, empty cans and glass of beer and soju cluttering the wooden appliance. Music's playing, softly from Jungwon's phone amidst the mess, something loaded in his gaze each time your head tips back to sink back another shot.
He shows up unannounced, not impressed with the ease you brush his texts off with, holding the convenience store bag filled with tonight's drinks of choice, leaned against your door like he has every right to be there.
"Like you haven't gone to work hungover before," he laughs, a half-hearted eye roll sent your way as you unlock your door. "Let's catch up. I've missed you."
He has the kind of charm unlocking places your life only glimmers at through hard work, his view earned with nothing but ease - the same ease that carries him through your shoe-box apartment like it's his, well-acquainted with you and your space for all the years you've been friends.
Friends ─ that's what all it should be between you. But as the night unravels, tension unwinding from your shoulders, a warm alcohol blanket steadily layering over you, the concept is just that. Not a law, not something that dictates your life, but something to deconstruct. Tear apart to see if this is really all you're meant to be.
"That's gross!"
What's usually mixed with chopsticks, is mixed with Jungwon's fingers, index and middle finger dipped into the tequila and strawberry-flavoured beer and soju respectively. It usually hits the spot, just not like this.
"It gets the job done," Jungwon laughs like he's done no wrong, licking his fingers off while looking straight at you. You turn away without meaning to. "Since when did you care for my germs?"
A front steals your real words from you, feigned appalled knitting your brows as you say, "Since I learned about cooties millennials ago,"
"Wow," he leans closer to the table, placing the polished bottles onto the floor, veins ribbing the expanse of his arms. "Really showing your age, huh?"
He knows you, knows how you'll react, rolling his eyes with you with more apparent amusement that's tucked away in your small smile, tissue in his hand used to scrub away at the new circular design accenting your coffee table.
"I'm kidding, I'm kidding. I mean─"
"Just because the wrapper is wrinkled, doesn't mean the candy isn't sweet," you relay the terrible pick-up line with him, two year difference affording you all the jokes he has to get under your skin. You think he does it on purpose.
"Jungwon, when will your source for pick-up lines upgrade from a Tiktok comment section?"
"When they don't work on you," he says like it's nothing, closed mouth smile coming with its dimple. Your eyes attempt a graze that doesn't linger too long.
"You said it yourself, it was a pick-up line."
"Well yeah, because it is one. But that's not─" when did the conversation get here? Less bridged on the perimeters of a joke, and more like a real thing you've swept under a rug. "This isn't what this is."
He peers up at you with sharp eyes, light dimmed in them as he responds.
"Underlying sexual tension?" he asks, tongue poking through his cheek in nonchalance. "There's plenty of that."
You can't believe your ears.
He's joking. Surely, he is. His humour's always been twisted that way.
"What?"
"Ambiguity, possibilities, whatever pretty word you wanna use," his fingers circle the rim of his glass, concoction ready as his gaze stays there, unaware of the slow unravelling before him. "You may act oblivious now but we both know what you go to bed thinking about."
You're sputtering at this point, hot under your collar for an answer you haven't had time to prepare. "Yeah, what fucking office war I'm going to walk into tomorrow. Not─"
"My fingers in your mouth?"
The room goes eerily quiet, his playlist having come to an end with no suggestions after the fact. The world tilts a bit off its axis, not as you once remember when you're looking right at what you've known your whole life as your friend. The guy that got the boys off your back in primary school, the teenager who slept in your bed without so much as a blink from your parents, the guy that's been more question marks than answers as adulthood wears you down, shocking you into the reality of everything not being as good as you imagined.
Draining work, long commutes, small social circles, sleazy men.
It gets to a point.
"Jungwon,"
"Oh, must've a nerve," he chuckles darkly, so lax in a situation that's anything but. "It's okay, I'm offering them to you anyways,"
His fingers dip into the drink again, stir less frantic and more calculated this time as a current generates around him, coating his skin with the liquid he offers with no glass in hand.
"Here," his arm stretches over the table, eating away at the space between you, fingers dangerously hovering near your mouth. "Have a taste. It's my best creation yet."
You must've drank more than you knew, because through the partial buzz of your mind simultaneously running 100 miles per minute, consideration threads through. Entertains the thought of lowering your jaw and letting his fingers fill you, eyes dead set on him as one of your late night fantasies lives out its far-fetched reality. It's enticing, every part of your body singing to give in but what's short-term fun for long-term loss? Ruining the comfort coming with the confinement of just friends? Losing the other half of your heart because you've never been good at this, the unknown?
"A lot of racket's going on in that pretty head of yours," Jungwon observes, still offering his fingers but with a more thoughtful look. Dissecting you with his eyes. "I can at least assure you this won't change anything."
"Just everything."
"We've done a lot worse through the years," he refers to more platonic situations ─ him holding your hair while you vomited in a bush outside a house party. Other friendly situations your mind zips through, trying to hinge onto because they're slipping through your fingers.
"Go on. Be good and have a taste."
You're a creature of habit, born and bred that way as you seek his eyes for clarity. The syrup of his eyes usually come with reason, but they're closed off now, embracing the sole decision only you can make.
The kitchen light flickers, on its last legs as your lips part, trembling with caution but still opening up to him, tongue laid flat in waiting. Shaky pupils bore into his, heart threatening to burst out the bruised cage of your chest as you watch him gulp something down - tension - and then they're there, in your mouth, fingerpads pushing down on your tongue as your lips close around them.
It's the single most erotic thing you've ever done and some shame attempts to prickle up at you, if not for the trance Jungwon seeps into as he observes you hum around his fingers, still unsure but still tasting because he's offered. The citrus notes of the tequila-beer come first, a sharp strawberry note hitting like an afterthought from the mixed soju, sickeningly sweet. You seek more in silence, tongue swirling around the two fingers soaked in your saliva, chest heaving as the length of his fingers fills your mouth. Teeth imprint on his bottom lip, hinging on all the self-restraint he can muster while his fingers still push for more.
An instinct comes into play, a gag forcing your throat to close and it makes you moan, face screwed up, all for him to see and hear.
You pry first, jerking your head back with cheeks rivalling the Sun's surface.
No one speaks for some time, your eyes trained on the hickory wood floor beneath you, willing the heat of the moment to cool and for a sliver of normalcy to come back.
It never does.
Instead, he stands. Sparking a flood of sharp regret and mortification in you, only for him to pad over to your side of the table, footsteps thudding as he shuffles right to you, hands hot on your back as he nudges you forward, allowing him the space behind you on the couch you'd sat against. You still do now, but in the perimeters of his spread thighs, every cell in your body so painfully aware of his demanding presence and the short cycle of your breath.
Warmth engulfs your back, his presence raising the hairs along your nape as his thighs cushion your arms. You mean to squirm, bat away flustered lashes with a boulder-sized block of tension in your throat, but you're frozen. Attuned to every movement as he makes himself comfortable behind you, weathered couch leather whining before a small exhale exits his own lips. It's assured, so calm and collected in clear contrast of the shell of yourself you are, shoulders hunched like you'll shrivel into a ball of shame, consumed in everything he does when he hasn't done his worst.
Fresh linen follows him to you, his body leaned against the back of your head as he reaches for the deserted concoction on the coffee table, oakwood glass-rimmed in a stain it won't forget. Tawny in colour, foam floats above the liquid courage, glass more full than empty. His inner arm grazes past your ear the way there and back, stray hair pulled in the motion. He tucks it behind your ear without a word.
"It's not my fingers, but it should still hit the spot," his voice carries in the sterile silence of your home, walls shrinking into themselves as the cup comes to your face, his hands large and dangerously veined. "Tilt your head back."
Your heart skips three separate beats, lurched into the bruising of your chest as the words swim around you, coaxing you so sweetly you can't help but respond, wordless as your head tips up near the ceiling, abandoned fan an asthmatic's worst nightmare with all its dust but all you really see is him. Dark eyes dropped down to yours, the pull of smugness leaving his lips lopsided. A hand swallows the column of your neck, light pressure to the glass rim pressed against your lips, waiting for your next move.
"Open up for Won."
The glass in the plush of your lips tugs with a shred of impatience, but your jaw drops within a disgraced second, the malt heavy on your tongue as it streaks down your throat, his fingertips nudging into the skin. Your throat works against his palm as the strawberry hits again, amounting to an appetiser as he pulls back quickly after with a groan, a murmured "fuck," under his breath.
Remnants are still on your lips, licked away by the slow glide of your tongue. Before your brain commutes facing your defiled living room, Jungwon edges back into your vision, throat bobbing with the last of the drink he's sipped. However composed he makes himself out to be, you can tell. The creeping blush scaling his neck, rosy cheeks not holding themselves back from their bunch, hair tousled with a mouth shaped in mischief. His eyes too, you don't see them like you normally do, but you can tell ─ they're different. Softly glossed over with some sharp beneath, intense enough to make your idle hands twitch before he speaks.
"I know what'll make it taste better," an undercurrent of amusement hints behinds his words, eyebrows raised in a teasing offer. "Trust me, you'll want it."
You're a fool for your blind trust, Jungwon nothing but a wolf in sheep's clothing as the chuckles escape him, jawline catching the fluorescent lighting turned on with a quiet hum, glass half empty as he saves some for himself and─
His other hand, resting peacefully on your shoulder ─ a silent but leaden presence ─ scampers to hold the bottom of your jaw, thumb on your lip to pry it open. Anticipation snaps your spine rigid, heartbeat muffling all your auditory senses as Jungwon's face lowers down to yours, lip corners sharp with a shit-eating grin before his mouth opens, the drink running down your tongue and pooling near your throat. Surprise echoes at the back of it, a jerk of your body with clawing nails into the wooden floor, not even caught off-guard by his actions but your own reaction. Walls clenching desperately down onto nothing, pooled slick pushed out into the mess of your underwear as your nipples peak through your thin shirt. The drink is a mouthful, throat occupied with the whine it sings as you look up at Jungwon with those desperate eyes, looking at him like he's your own saviour when his smirk is nothing but sin. His hand shadows your throat again, other hand deserting the empty glass onto the couch to give your nipple a mean pinch, whine reverberated as he sinks down to your level.
One command follows. Measured and simple.
"Swallow."
You work to comply, even if the lust drowning you makes your skin overheat beyond measure, throat bobbing as the drink disappears in a series of gulp. The last drop goes down the wrong pipe, enough for an in-mouth cough that waters your eyes, lashes drenched.
Jungwon just watches.
Feels the way the liquor travels before his fingertips ache for flesh, hooking into skin before sinking, closing around the column of your throat, making it a bit harder to breathe. He watches your breath hitch, quiver in a missable moan if not for keen ears, teeth indented into his bottom lip as you lose your head with him, heels skidding off wooden floors made slippery by your pantyhose. Something claws out your chest, a desire to have him in more ways than one and it stays the longer he has you like this, watching your hips buck and body shake before his hand eventually relinquishes.
The anchoring hand finds its way back to your shoulder, a quiet calm as you regain your breath, chest moving in slumps and rises as you blink the tears away. Your body doesn't feel like yours anymore, rife with electricity hot-wired to the man grabbing your jaw again, that soft glaze in his eyes gone with the worst on the tip of his tongue.
"I'm gonna rip that sorry nylon off you," he whispers, grip firm, face inching impossibly close to yours. So close to kiss, to touch. "Bend you over and fuck you. Do you understand me?"
Your ears ring like church bells, shiver racked right through your body docile in his hold, only having the presence of mind to nod. "Use your words."
"Yes, yes," you pant, voice trembling with inescapable need. "Please, please. I need it, I need you."
A pause fills with him staring at you, over your quivering body and raw need searching for his, the press of his lips immediate gratification as he gruffs out a, "I do too."
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IN WHICH jungwon is your pussy addicted, vampire boyfriend — smut/oneshot . dom!won , sub!reader . oral (f receiving) . teeth . use of petnames (baby , won) . vampire theme isn’t mentioned that much, pretend it is. — 307 words
ᛝ ❘❘ ❙|❙❘ ❚ | ♫ ░͟ᭊ ᭢ ᰭᰭ᳜᳝᳝ᰯ꫶𝅘𝅥𝅮 ⸝⸝
it isn’t easy pretending that you aren’t a “blood sucking creature”.
what also isn’t easy is trying to keep quiet while you’re getting eaten out by another “blood sucking creature.”
jungwon’s been like this for at least a half an hour, hands toying with the lace of your panties as the wet area grows larger. the tip of his nose on the edge of your mound while your whines get louder.
“be patient, baby, ‘kay?..” he murmurs, wanting to take his time with you.
he pulls his face away, leaning back on his knees. he’s watching as you clench around nothing, head thrown against the headboard — such a pretty sight..
his head leans back down, lips trailing up your lower half again, your ankle, your knee, your thigh..
then he reaches your pussy, it’s swollen and glistening before he even touches you.
“won, please—“
“shh..”
then his head dips fully, hand pulling down the lace.
its slow at first, he’s savoring your taste..
them he picks up speed. His face is almost buried in your wet pussy, your juices smothering his pretty face.
his hand grips your ass, using it to tilt your body so his tongue hits the spot that makes you cry out.
his fang pokes at your clit, the tiniest poke, but enough to feel it.
“sorry..” he whispers, not losing pace between your thighs. he expects it to hurt you, but damn, it just turns you on even more.
he notices. it’s hard not to with the way your sounds changed.
“you like that..”
“mhm..”
then he does it again, another tiny poke against your clit.
and that’s even to give you your climax. you whimper out, the wave of orgasm rippling through your body as he drinks it down.
“so good..” he whispers, wiping the remains of your orgasm off his lips.
ᛝ ❘❘ ❙|❙❘ ❚ | ♫ ░͟ᭊ ᭢ ᰭᰭ᳜᳝᳝ᰯ꫶𝅘𝅥𝅮 ⸝⸝
juju speaks: this is my first time writing detailed smut so bear with me
short 2k! established relationship nerd!possessive!won x y/n <3 munchwon. oral (f receiving). domwon. praise kink. rough. breathplay. spanking. hair pulling. petnames (bunny/baby/wonie). fucking. (part 1.)
the library is the kind of institutional quiet that makes whispers feel like trespasses. the study table is bigger than your group- people are arranged in a neat, low-energetic cluster of laptops and coffee. to the world, jungwon is exactly the image of a person you'd find here. the preppy class-president type of guy who carries his notes with ruthless order. clean style, ipad in hand, glasses on whenever he wants to answer your question- a charm that compliments the way he genlty talks to others. he also has, that public perfect face, that beneath has a private friction you only see when no one is watching.
you sit at his left, foot tucked under the table, shoulder grazing his now and then. tiny stars, doodles and scribbles occupy the page while you work out, curving your pen to make little emphatic marks in the margins of your print out. jungwon notices the way your hand moves, jaw tightening in an almost imperceptible way.
when someone across the tables laughs at one of your jokes- and the world is cruel in the way laughter can make people bloom- his fingers tighten. the pen in his hand chokes on its last ink, yet not even sunoo can notice the flare in jungwon's eyes. he exhales, sharply. flicking away at a page.
jay perks up, looking at him. "everything okay?" he asks, eyes flicking between the two of you. jay means the question for the group, asking for the study rhythm- but he catches the way jungwon doesn't let go of the pen straight away. "all good."
at one point you lean into riki to point at a diagram, and he catches your hand to correct you. you smile, offer a joke, and he laughs- everyone does. but jungwon's was short, smile thinning into a stoic frown, brows turnt downwards as he loses himself into the paper. he then continues to respond normally, stopping for conversation while easing the tension in his mind. still, the heat behind his eyes evaporate. someome makes a comment- "you two are still together, right? y/n?"
jungwon's jaw tightens, and you can tell he's building something inside that is sharper than annoyance.
he doesn't blow up, he never does. his mood is a pressure that collects and then, when the leak is found- uses a small, careful excuse to get you away from the table. perhaps, it's a suggestion he makes casually. i think the library printers ate the files. want to check the laptop with me?"
but this time, it's:
"shit, left my books in the car. come help me grab it."
the group nods away, brows knitted at the way he's gathering your things hastily while his other hand latches onto your wrist; as if you wouldn't come back to the group.
that's because you wouldn't come back.
jungwon slides his hand to your lower back with a touch that reads more. "your place." he murmurs into your hair, softly. you follow, because you always follow when he suggests things like private libraries and tutoring. you try to make small talk to your boyfriend- but he shuts it down. clicking his tongue or gripping your hands tighter as you make it to his.
the moment you arrive at yours, he drops his bag with a decisive thunk and then turns to you with alook that is at once apologetic and given to hunger. "too much noise. we'll study here."
•
"you're not listening." jungwon sits beside you, explaining quietly, pointing at the page. numbers and letters scattered across the screen, flicking pass your eyes and melting before it meets your brain. the clock in your room ticks, loud to accomodate the pen clicking in his hand. sat on the floor, legs tucked under the mini desk, body lotion and shower gel radiating off of your soft skin while he watches your eyebrows crease- he knows one thing: you're smarter than this.
nonetheless, you nod cluelessly, mind humming to a tune that often occupies your ears. there's no point in entertaining him in understanding- not when you're so easily flustered; not when he's leaning this close, not when his voice is low and warm. right. beside. your ear.
"again, y/n." he murmurs,
"trying," you say softly, ear tips pink as you grab the pen off his finger tips. you lean forward into the paper, while his shoulders lean into yours, his broad edges caging you.
"try harder, bunny." he nudges you, throwing your eraser into view, already letting you know to rewrite your answer before he interferes. "i don't think you're trying."
"i am!-" "prove it." his words simmer through yours, chin jerking forward, necklace clinking against his collarbone. you pout. huffing, and tensing your shoulders before dropping the pen. you hover over the page, the ink sloping away from meaning. letters. numbers- they blur into a low tide of obligation, and he watches you hesitate. he clicks his tongue, shoulder brushing yours. you want to roll your eyes at the dramatics of how easily he affects you, to say you're fine and not the thousand little things that come with being this near him- how hot it makes you feel- but when he reaches and taps a number into place by taking your hands and pen into his, your chest churns with an answer before he does.
"can't think?" his low murmur ghosts the shell of your ears, "if you're going to refuse to work, then you owe me the courtesy of admitting it."
the light spill of your lamp dips into the curve of his collarbone, and the chain on his neck detangles when he leans forward, his face lowering just to meet your cheek. "bunny,"
you try to roll your eyes, but your thighs quiver at the shameless reaction your heart acts towards the petname. he smirks at your immediate composure. "i don't do theatrics," he says, fingers tightening towards your wrist, "i'll show you the method until you get it."
you're stubborn, 'hmph'-ing at his tone. you're smart, you know you are- but not as smart as him, and he loves it. you try to resist his grip from your wrist but he pulls you into his lap, grey sweatpants against your skirt, thigh to thigh, and your back being cradled by his frame. his voice lowers, a low grunt as he props you against him. it's the private gesture he only reserves for you- "if you're going to be like that," his lips hover down to your neck. "i can punish you."
your shoulder blades pucker, you look up at him, you blink at him- and he smiles sly. "i mean, you owe me the satisfaction of seeing where you'll do it properly when i make you." he taps the page as if the paper is a prop. his hand moves from your arms to your waist, lifting, groping the edges of your skin before he pushes you flush against him. the two of you sandwich, leaning against the book shelf- table pushed aside and book closed. you inhale his faint, bitter scent of his cologne as his reaches for your chin to tilt towards his hungry eyes. "so, you gonna finish the question for me?"
"what's gonna happen, wonie?-" you push his buttons, rubbing your ass on his hard crotch. you love it when he gets riled up, pupils dilated at the thought of you. his hands slide under your top, cupping your breast and squeezing it before bringing his finger tips to the centre to play with your nipple. squeezing it all while he shoves a tongue into your mouth just so you could shut up. "another stupid question." he ruts into you. your boyfriend is always- always horny for you. rough and hostile when you do anything, and so incredibly on edge when you ask him to fuck you. he's a ticking bomb, always wanting to touch you at any given moment. in a domain where study is his expertise, he's above you. like no matter what you say, you'll already always say yes. when you moan against his mouth, he forcefully grabs the back of your head, pushing your tongue into his while he needily tugs onto it. strings of saliva dribbling down your chin while he spits into your pink lips. he kisses you one last time, deep, loving and claiming.
his hand wanders to your ass, cupping it, palm swallowing the volume before he spanks you, hastily lifting your skirt while he makes you face the wall, stomach rubbed against his crotch. he grunts, lifting your hips til your ass is up and your back is arched. jungwon bunches your skirt at your hips, wet panties on display while he continues to knead your ass.
you watch his brows knit at the sight of you, his glasses sliding off his nose just to be thrown off in a hurry. "wonie.." you whine.
"conservation of momentum: say it and mean it." his voice is stern, laced with a need to punish you.
you babble, legs swinging under his grip, trying to wriggle out while he claims your neck with his left hand. "u-um-" spank. "no 'um's." he shows his fang just smiling at the way your hips quiver.
"a system.." "system?" "where force is conserved-" spank. hard and brittle. his hand forme patterns of pink on your ass. "fuck!" you cry and whine. "don't pretend like you don't like this, bunny." he lowers down to kiss your ear.
"describe simple harmonic motion in three sentences." he spits on your ass to cool you down, peeling your wet-slick panties down to your mid thigh before he cooes at the sight. "c'mon baby. answer me."
you whimper.
"t-the wavy stuff! x equals-" spank. spank. spank. "loud and wrong," he tsks, "just give up studying, baby." he laughs at the way your slick webs to his fingers the moment he presses it to your opening.
"but won-" "no buts." he interrupts you. "just stay dumb. let me be the smart one. i'll do everything for you." he continues to peel your panties off. you try to rebut, but his actions were quicker- taking your pink panties and shoving them into your mouth. won shoves you onto the floor. pulling your top up, scraping the table away, shoving pens to the floor. paper scattered your room while he pushing your parted thighs into your stomach. "mmph!" you muffle, squirming out of his thick grip.
jungwon buries his face between your legs with the kind of greedy intent you've only ever seen when he thinks the rest of the world can be forgtten. the contact of his breath makes you back arch, shivering as he moans into your pussy lips, tasting the faint smell of your lotion, slick and sweetness he smiles into- the face of someone who's been keeping inventory of you for years. hands gripping each thigh, pressing into the soft plush of your innards. "i'm done being your teacher." he kisses your folds.
the first kiss was reverent, slow and deliberate. sloppy and worshipful. the second his mouth finds you, you tilt your hips without thinking, offering your core to his tongue until the pressure hits just right- rubbing against your clit. his tongue traces the curve of your bump, circling, then pressing. kitten licking until he waits for you to get greedy- just for him to stop and edge your moan rippling against your own fabric. his fingers at the back of your knees dig in lightly, anchoring you until you whine deliciously. your muffled cries eventually get released when jungwon's extra hand rips your panties out your mouth.
"f-fuck!" you whimper, breathing as he blows cold air on your slick. slow and painfully deliberate licks with a hardening suction. eventially his fang tickling your tender fold. "f-faster! please!" you cry, but jungwon pushes your knees in deeper, shutting you up while he grinds his lips into pussy. his tongue dives in and out faster, lapping at your heat while every wrong answer gets wiped out by the right motion you want. you feel your feet tingle, core tightening. you hate the way he has you edged and you try your best to shift and push back. jungwon lets a possessive laugh, palm your ass as he brings a finger up and into your wet heat you yelp in pleasure as he curls it into your sweet spot. "want another finger? my fuckin' sweet, stupid baby?" he cooes. you nod helplessly, feet arched as he twists into your gummy spots.
"say you're mine." he spits on your pussy, claiming it again. "i-i'm yours!" you cry. "who do you belong to?" "wonie!" "who do you answer to?" "you-" "who?" "you! jungwon- you." you answer, looking into his deep eyes that swallow your frame. he kneels over you, pressing a soft kiss to your damp forehead. "atta girl." heartbeat throbbing over his girlfriend's umpteenth confession.
there's a moment, mid-breath. where the room thins to the sound of his name swallowed somewhere between a plea and a command. he sinks two fingers in while his lips connect back to your clit. and you feel your core coil again, tightening as your fingers helplessly tangle in his hair.
"'m cumming!" you let out a gutteral moan, tearing through the low music, breath stuttering as he moans into it. melting into your convulsing hips, palm pressing down your tummy so he could feels the way your gummy walls shake and tremble to his fingers. you let out inches of moans after whines, fingers tightening around his hair because jungwon's tongue doesn't stop- lingering, circling, jittering until the tremors slow down. he swallows the bubbles he made, divine milk mixed with his salivating waters that drip from his mouth- his body still hungry. not satisfied.
"more." he demands. he lifts his face, breathy and tipped with a grin you know too well- that smug, dangerous expression. jungwon sucks his fingers full of your sticky cum infront of you before he undresses himself, lining his leaky tip just to shove it in your sensitive pussy with no hesitation. your hands hold onto the bookshelf above and behind your head, your cute trinkets shaking as he rams his fat length into you with no remorse. "fuck! baby!" you cry once more until his hips stutter at a speed that fucks your climax. he's feral, base slapping against your creamy hole until precum leaks onto his balls. he doesn't bother preparing you when he pulls you up and fucks you from behind, facing the small mirror on your wall while he plays with your nipple for you to see. his ring and middle are sunken into your hollow mouth, and you clamp your swollen lips around them, sucking it while he makes you look at yourself swallowing every part of him. "so good for me. so smart." he exhales, voice catching every time he pumps into you. "such a smart fuckin' girl." he praises you once, before your arms meet the floor.
your ass is raised as your hands can no longer lift your head, pussy being too fucked out by jungwon's ruthless speed and heavy force plowing into your gummy walls with a need you've always felt warmth in. "fuck baby, gonna let me cum in you?" you can't even reply when tears seep out of your eyes, tongue dry as it catches for air.
"answer me." "yes! please cum in me.. please." you beg. he groans at your plea, shoving the last inches of dick into before you could feel his tip spurt white streaks deep into your core, spilling out of you while you feel his nails dig into your hips. his chest heaves while a few stray hairs cling to his temple, sweat beading down to the stupid, satisfied smile on his face- the same he uses when he knows he's correct.
he doesn't say much when he softly anchors you forward, bringing your limp body to your plush sheets before wiping you down. jungwon kisses your thighs and shivering arms, holding the back of your head when he makes you sip cold water, tucking your hair behind your ear before he cleans your room up. you watch him, blanket tucked under you as he cocoons you with warmth and tender touch. "love you, baby." he murmurs against your neck, his nose bridge nuzzling deeper into your neck. "i love you." he confesses again. fingers crawling to your waist before he pulls you in tight.
just another tutor session. with your boyfriend who's always right.
