HEAD OVER HEELS οΎ eom seonghyeon ( μμ±ν )
SYNOPSIS :: seonghyeon did not believe in love at first sight. that was until he first saw you behind the register at his favorite açai shop, clueless that you'd turn out to be martins sister. and now sean made sure his and his bandmates days only revolve around trying to get you to fall head over heels for him.
# pairing :: nonidol!awkward!sean x nonidol!fem!reader
| mission 1 | mission 2 | mission 3 |
contains! highschool au, smau x written, brothers best friend, dual pov, fluff, crack, down bad!!, slow burn, avoidant attachment (?)
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ss: [16] β€· feat. faceclaim: stella from h2h
warnings! cursing, lowercase writing, look out for written parts after screenshots, ignore time/date etc. in the screenshots, must read previous parts! βββ masterlist
i told martin, i needed to be behind the wheel today, 'cause he drives way to slow for my liking. like he acts like we have all the time in the world. which we donβt. especially not on the first day of school.
but also because heβs just a bad driver overall, which he keeps denying, even though he had retake his quiz three times before getting his permit.
βhey, can we maybe make a quick stop at the coffee shop?β martin hesitatingly suggested.
βno, weβre almost there.β
βpleaseee, i wonβt take long.β he begged, giving me a pout and forced puppy eyes.
βfine.β i gave in, not because the pouting or the puppy eyes worked, but because i knew he would keep insisting, which would ultimately cost me more time.
fuck martin and his ridiculous coffee addiction.
i wasnβt late, technically i was still perfectly on time.
but this is the first day weβre talking about. arguably, the most important day of the whole school year. wherever you end up sitting by the end of first period, decides your whole fate.
and i knew my fate was doomed, when the only free seat was next to, seonghyeon. my brothers best friend. the awkward açai shop regular.
i looked to where all my friends were seated, and luckily for them, they donβt have an annoying brother, who was stopping them from being able to choose their seats.
because hyein was next to wonhee. yunah was next to ian. hanni was next to yoonchae. and i was next to seonghyeon.
as i unwillingly sit down next to him, he turned around to face me. smiling like always. βhi.β
βhey.β i respond sharply, taking out my pencil case.
βyou know, weβre gonna spend quite some time together, you could atleast pretend that you like me.β
βsorry, i just wish i would be sitting next to my friends thatβs all.β
βdonβt you think we could be friends?β he questioned, leaning in a little closer.
βletβs not get too far ahead of ourselves.β
i observed him leaning back in his chair so casually, i finally got to see his smile more clearly. i hadnβt noticed the way his whole face lights up when he smilesβ his dimples.
maybe i exaggerated a little. maybe, just maybe, this wonβt be too all too badβ no, y/n stop being persuaded by his annoyingly pretty face.
our teacher had finished explaining, βyou can discuss the answers with your partner.β
and for the first time in my life, i was actually excited that a teacher voiced these words. because that meant, that sheβll talk to me.
βthatβs what i got. you can copy it if you want. but Iβm not sure if itβs correct.β she said bluntly, shoving her paper towards me.
βwhat makes you think i canβt do the exercise by myself?β i asked, somewhat offended by her assumption.
βyouβre martins friend, that explains enough, i fear.β
βah, there goes my bad reputation again, first it was the aΓ§ai addicted regular, now iβve been promoted to martins friend.β
moving her sheet back to her desk, she replied, βpretty much, yeah.β the response came out harsh, but i could notice the corners of her mouth lifting.
even when she was trying to hide her amusement, i could see through it.
funnily enough, this is kind of how our conversations would usually go, she starts of being fully straightforward with me, whereas, i respond lightheartedly, and she tries her best to not seem entertained by it.
the teacher shushed the class, βeverybody listen up! iβll be assigning your partners for the first project this semester.β
please be her. please be her. universe if youβre listening, this is the opportunity of a life time.
βcanβt we just work with our desk neighbour?β hyein suggested, without even raising her hand.
the universe wasnβt listening, instead hyein was. thank you hyein.
βwell, only if itβs okay with everyone else?β
majority of the class nodded in agreement to the suggestion, y/n hadnβt however. she actually stared back at hyein with confusion after she yelled out her idea.
i wasnβt upset or anything. i mean i get itβ all of her friends get to work with each other, while she was stuck with me.
she sighed and her head dipped lower, probably trying to hide her disappointment, as she started fidgeting with her pen.
oh. was i that dreadful to work with?
βehm..if you donβt wanna do the project together, i can just ask the teacher to switchββ
she shook her head, βno no, itβs okay. donβt worry.β
βi do want to work with you.β she added, smiling at me reassuringly.
i do want to work with you.
lunch just started, which meant everybody was rushing out of her classrooms.
me and seonghyeon walked out of the classroom together, immediately bombarded with the entire student body hurrying toward the cafeteria. all of their voices overlapping and overtaking the entire hallway.
i stayed beside him, trying not to get squished by the crowd.
but before i could react, i felt his hands rest gently on my hips. it was so light, it took me a second to realize what he was trying to do.
he guided me a small step, moving me away from the crowd. his hands on mine. it was brief but felt firm.
he let go, as i looked up at him, my eyes widening. he gifted me a faint smile, βsee you later.β he said, leaving to join martin who was walking into the cafeteria.
as i sat down at our designated lunch table, i was instantly met with iroha and haerin discussing their new substitute teacher.
βsheβs just out here complaining about anyone and anything.β
βwait i kind of thought she was nice.β
i hadnβt fully payed attention to what exactly they were debating over, since my mind kept replaying the moment. the moment in which seonghyeon laid his hands on my hips.
their conversation got more and more inaudible, as more of our friends joined the conversation.
i knew martin and his friends always sat behind our spot, but i never cared enough to see what theyβre up to. not until now.
i hate admitting that iβm curious to see what seonghyeon is like with his friends. ever since sharing classes together, my curiosity towards him only grew. it became impossible to not be curious. like what made him so special for him to be so universally loved within our school?
i told myself, only one look. just one quick glance. it wonβt last long.
i turned my head over my shoulder slowly, looking over to where they were sitting.
the moment i turned, our eyes met. he'd already been looking at me. fuck. we held eye contact for barely a second before, i snapped my gaze away so quickly, pretending i'd never looked at all.
whyβd i do that? heat rushed to my face. why was he even looking at me in the first place? was it purely coincidental? and why did i like the fact that heβd already been glancing at me?
i had been completely dazing away, now replaying his hands on mine, his eyes on mine.
βy/n, how come youβre blushing?β yoonchae asked taking me out of my thoughts.
βhm? oh, itβs nothing.β
the best thing about sitting next to her werenβt even the conversations we would have, not the glances she would gift me every once in a while. it was learning new things about her.
not because she would tell me, but because i would notice.
like the way she bites her lip whenever she canβt solve a problem straight away. the way it irritated her whenever her bangs fell onto her face. how she wouldnβt stop fiddling with her necklace before an exam, to calm her nerves. the rhythm in which she taps her nails on the desk. the doodles sheβd draw on her worksheets. the songs she would hum while drawing said doodles.
like right now for instance, class hasnβt started so she went over to her friendsβ desks. and i couldnβt even be upset about her wanting to talk to them rather than me.
since that meant, iβd be able to admire from afar. which wasnβt upsetting by any means.
i quietly watched as she told jokes that made all of her friends break out into laughter. i observed how she tried to make all of them feel equally as included. like when hanni wasnβt actively participating in the conversation, y/n would turn to her to ask her a question, in order to include her. when wonhee asked her a question, sheβd lean forward a little to hear her more clearly.
she tucked her hair behind her hair, to prevent it from falling down.
but i know thereβs so much more to her than those simple things. and the fact that she might never be comfortable enough to talk about topics other than academics with me, kills me. because i want to know her, for her.
the bell rang, and i had to quickly pretend like i wasnβt just admiring her every move.
βhey.β she uttered, pulling out her chair.
βhey.β there was faint silence, as i contemplated wether or not to tell her that i noticed she stopped wearing her go-to necklace. because as weird as it sounds, that was the first thing i noticed about her today.
βwhat happened to your necklace?β
her eyes widened before she looked down to her neck, βoh, right. i lost it.β
βthat sucks. im sorry.β i truly was, because in every memory i had shared with her, she was wearing that necklace. she wore it the day that i met her.
βdonβt be. how come you noticed?β
i didnβt respond. i just shrugged. because there was no response that didnβt make me sound like a literal creep. but the truth was 'because i think youβre really cool and find you very intriguing therefore i like to observe and remember stuff about you, like hey would you believe me if i told you i even noticed the fact youβre wearing a different perfume than yesterday?β
that would most likely just worsen my reputation.
i looked over to y/nβs side of the desk, and saw that she had been drawing stuff all over her sheet instead of taking notes.
βugh.β she groaned suddenly.
she noticed me looking at her, βi have no more empty space left.β she clarified, turning her paper around, before turning it back.
without hesitation, i offer her my hand. laying it down infront of her. βthere you go.β
βyou sure?β she confirms, i nod. βyou wonβt be able to take notes.β
βwhen have i ever taken notes in class?β
she giggled, βwhat do you want on your hand?β
i grabbed her worksheet, scanning through all the doodles on it, before deciding on something. i pointed to them.
she laid her other hand on my forearm without saying much, using her fingers to keep my hand steady.
every once in a while sheβd lift her pen, pondering about how to continue and letting the ink dry.
i was barely paying attention to what she was drawing. i was busy noticing how sheβd push back her hair, to prevent it from falling down. how sheβd gently move her fingers over my hand. it was her touch that consuming my thoughts.
we stayed like this for a while. i was secretly hoping sheβd take a little longer than needed, so this moment can live on for a little longer.
seonghyeon had been complaining nonstop this period. and truthfully, i couldnβt blame him, our teacher was particularly excruciating to listen to today.
βhow much longer βtil class ends?β
βoh my god. what about now?β he groaned.
βstill 12 minutes. just push through it. youβll survive.β i said, while copying what the teacher was writing on the board.
βi seriously doubt that i will.β he leaned back in his chair, stretching out his legs while yawning.
thatβs when our knees brushed by accident.
the feeling of his knees against mine startled me, stopping my pen mid-sentence, before continuing to copy the words on the board.
i had expected him to move, but he didnβt. so neither did i.
we just left our knees nudging each other, pretending not to notice. even though i had became hyper aware of the fact weβve undergone physical contact. again. and the fact that i liked it. once again.
βthose 12 minutes felt like an eternity.β he said moving his chair closer to the desk again.
i couldnβt relate. having his leg touch mine throughout these 12 minutes, made them go by faster. which i hated. thereβs no way that small point of contact was already making me feel butterflies, so much so that it made this unbearable lesson almost bearable.
i was trying so hard to suppress it, but my stomach wouldnt stop doing backflips.
our english teacher was absent, so we had a free period after this one. naturally, everyone already started gathering around desks, pulling out phones and snacks.
i was about to get up as well to join my friends. but thenβ
βhere, take one.β seonghyeon said unexpectedly, offering me one side of his wired earphones.
i was taken aback by his offering at first, but accepted it anyway.
he was scrolling through his phone, as i put the earphones in my ear, hearing a song i havenβt heard before, but i liked it.
βare you by any chance free today?β
i was taken aback once again, βwhat do you mean?β i questioned, trying to figure out what he was implying.
he chuckled, βto work on the project. i wasnβt asking you out or anything.β
βooh, im working a short shift after school, but im free after.β
βgreat, you can just come over whenever.β
silence occurred between us for a while, it wasnβt awkward or anything, just silent.
he kept humming along to the melody, while i tried to figure out what the song was. it didnβt have any lyrics, just instrumental.
βwhats this song called?β i asked, breaking the silence.
he thought to himself for a minute, before answering, βit doesnt have a title yet,.. itβs just the demo of the song iβve been working on with the guys.β
βitβs good, i like it.β
he tried to hide his smile, but i could very clearly notice his mouth shifting into a grin.
seriously what is my problem? y/n had been examining my room after martin dropped her off, and im over here wiping my sweaty hands onto my clothes.
it baffles me how her presence makes me both incredibly nervous and calm at the same time.
like one day iβll try really hard to get her to like me, i just start rambling about shit. the next day, i feel so at ease with her that i forget about everything else.
but then i also remember what wonhee told keonhoβ i just have to be myself. canβt be that hard right?
βis that you and your sister?β she asked, pointing at one of my old picture frames.
βi meant your sister.β
heart dropped to my pants .please how have i already achieved to embarrass myself so early on?
i stuttered, trying to come up with something to make this situation less humiliating. βoh, ehmββ
she cut me off by giggling, βim kidding, you were cute too.β there was a faint pause before she added, βyou still are.β
oh? someone pinch me. i have got to be hallucinating. all i could do was stare at her in disbelief rather than come up with an reply.
do i say something nice back? or would that feel to forced? even though i have plenty of compliments in store, for instanceβ
she coughed, βanyway, should we get started?β
βthose compliments will have to wait for another time.
y/n was pacing back and forth, explaining how she wanted the project to look like, while i was lying on my bed taking notes.
βi think thatβs all. are you done?β
i put my pen down and held my notebook up.
she moved closer to the bed, but was kind of awkwardly positioned. so i shifted to the side a little to make room for her.
βyou can lie down too if you want.β i said, trying my best to sound casual.
she hesitated for a second, but ended up lying down beside me anyway.
our shoulders brushed against each other as she looked over the notes.
we leaned in at the same time to read through it, and the outside of her arm rested lightly against mine. it stayed there, while i froze.
i donβt think she realized. otherwise she wouldβve moved away already. right?
i forced myself to keep reading, but my mind blurred all the letters together. because all i could focus on was how close we were to each other.
βshould we get started on the presentation?β she asked, still scanning through my notes.
i didnβt answer immediately, so she turned around to face me. and before i could look away, our eyes met.
for a moment, neither of us said anything.
i held her gaze a little longer than intended, trying to unscramble my thoughts.
i was trying to read her mind, trying to figure out what her gaze meant, trying to notβ kiss her.
but then i noticed her gaze shifting. her eyes dipped down to my lips.
my stomach tightened. i felt my heartbeat getting louder and louder.
i coughed, and looked away, breaking off our eye contact, βyeah, we should probably get started on it.β
some would argue this is want iβve been waiting for ever since i first laid eyes on her.
but i wanted her to want me, in the same i want her. i want to tell her how i feel, so sheβll understand that this is more than just a kiss to me.
seonghyeon was sleeping. the teacher was talking about equations, while he was dreaming, with no care in the world.
and the funniest thing about it is, that after waking up, heβll solve the problems like he hadnβt missed a single second.
while i was out here barely comprehending the topic our teacher was talking about. even though, unlike him, i was awake the whole time.
his effortless ability to understand the material was something i had been extremely jealous of.
because i just try really hard.
if i have no problem understanding what the teachers is saying, it is because i tried really hard.
he doesnβt try. for some reason it just comes so naturally to him.
i hate admitting this but, sometimes iβd ask seonghyeon to explain the topic to me, not necessarily because iβm not following but, because i liked seeing how heβd explain it to me.
me seeking out his mansplaining, is probably setting feminism back years. but in my defense, he doesnβt make me feel dumb if I didnβt understand it.
i lightly tapped his shoulder.
his eyes started blinking, as he became aware of the light. he groaned quietly, while stretching his arms.
i felt bad for waking him up, he actually looked quite peaceful.
after he was done adjusting himself, he tilted his head slightly, raising his eyebrows attentively in a worldless 'what is it?' like expression.
i pointed to the equation on my worksheet that i was struggling with.
i didnβt have to verbally verify that i needed help, i have asked him so many times, to a point where i donβt even have to properly ask him anymore.
he leaned in to look down at my paper, reading through the questions.
whenever he got that close to me, iβd have to stop myself from not staring too much, but unfortunately it is inevitable.
you would think i learned my lesson, after the day in his bedroom. but oh my god was it hard to not stare at him. he had that type of face whose features you want to dissect and appreciate one by one.
i was supposed to pay him no mind, but instead he became a constant in my life. someone i started to look forward to spending time with.
after spending so much time together, i started noticing things about him. and i hated the fact that i started noticing.
i started noticing that whenever his hair fell down onto his eyes, heβd push it back so smoothly, because of how often it happens, like itβs become muscle memory.
the fact that he cant laugh without physically tilting his head back.
the way his extremely long lashes casted shadows onto his cheeks.
his dimples. a while ago, i stopped looking away after unexpectedly making him laugh, because i wanted to see his dimples appear on his face.
he had always been attractive to me. since it felt more like a fact. yes, heβs attractive. everyone knew that. but i never fully understood why every girl was so drawn to him, but now im starting to understand. it was his undeniable natural charm.
and then there it was. as he started telling me how to solve the problem, all i could focus on was his voice. his sleepy voice.
he slurred his words, βcan i user your pencil real quick?β it came out so quietly, it was barely above a whisper.
his eyes met mine, and i justβ froze. something so simple, like his weak and raspy voice right after a nap, made me lose my composure completely.
i swallowed, coming back to my senses, βyeah, sure.β
fuck. my friends were right.
i was starting to like him more than i was supposed toβ more than i wanted to.
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