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summary. when "smack that smile of his face" becomes "smiling into the kiss".
alternatively, the three times where you and jeonghan tease each other and the one time both of you are dead serious.
pairing. y.jh x fem! reader
wc. 2.2k
warnings. intentional lowercase, profanity, also like one (1) dirty joke
genre. fluff, crack, highschool! au
a/n. this is my attempt at proving jeonghan's love language is teasing his loved ones. also, tell me if you catch the reference to 'pang' hehe 🤭
the first time.
"YOON JEONGHAN! YOU ARE SO DEAD THE SECOND I GET MY HANDS ON YOU", you yell as you chase a laughing jeonghan down the hallways.
your school has a very strict 'no running' policy. while you would've stuck to the rules on a normal day, today you had had enough. enough of his pranks. enough of yoon jeonghan.
just as you grab his shirt, your principal's voice booms through the speakers "MS. L/N Y/N AND MR. YOON JEONGHAN, REPORT TO MY OFFICE THIS INSTANT!"
"oh, she sounds mad mad." muses jeonghan
"well, she wouldn't be if you kept your hands to yourself, yoon." you seethe.
jeonghan lets out a chuckle at that. you roll your eyes at him. before long, the two of you are standing in front of the door to the principal's office. you let out a breath as jeonghan takes one in and opens the door.
"good morning, ma'am" chirps jeonghan, acting like a model student.
'model devil if anything' you think to yourself.
"now, would you care to explain why two of my most brilliant students are running down the hallways like a pair of hooligans?!" exclaims mrs.hong, your principal.
"it's not my fault mr.yoon over here replaced all the hand sanitizers with clear glue instead." you grumbled.
"but it is your problem that you fell for it first." jeonghan retorts with a smirk. all you can think of is how you want to smack that smile off his face.
mrs.hong looks at the two of you incredulously before speaking, "both of you! today has been a roller coaster enough for me. mr.yoon, you need to start reeling in your pranks if you want to have any hope of becoming school president this year. this applies to you too, ms. l/n. no more running in the hallways, got it?"
you and jeonghan nod in unison and walk out of the office.
"that might have been my best work yet." jeonghan says to you while walking back to class.
you flash him a coy smile before answering, "that was indeed your best work yoon. wanna know why?"
jeonghan looks at you suspiciously.
"i don't know y/n, why?"
"because this is only prank where even you were affected."
"going to the principal's office isn't that big of a deal" jeonghan says, while rolling his eyes.
"no, but getting glue on your shirt is." you say while giggling.
it takes jeonghan a moment to register what you said. he pulls his shirt to check and sure enough, there's a glue stain on his brand new shirt.
"Y/N! I BOUGHT THIS YESTERDAY GODDAMMIT! Y/N, JUST WAIT TILL WE GET BACK HOME!" jeonghan yells after you as you take off laughing to your next class
he's also surprised that there was no real venom behind his threat.
the second time
"vote yoon jeonghan for school president" jeonghan says while passing out flyers and milk bread with a smile to every student he sees.
"VOTE FOR Y/N IF Y'ALL WANT A VARSITY DANCE TEAM" your best friend and 'campaign manager' yunjin yells from the other end of the hallway
jeonghan snaps his head up so fast he almost gets a whiplash. he is met with the sight of yunjin and you standing on top of a table giving out flyers and small candy hampers. he also realises that the table was stolen from the cafeteria. he gets an idea. he calls over seungcheol and tells him the plan. both of them yell in unison, "I DON'T THINK YOU GUYS WANT A THIEF TO BE YOUR PRESIDENT. SHE STOLE THE TABLE FROM THE CAFETERIA."
yunjin glares at them before screaming, "Y'ALL DON'T WANT A TRICKSTER FOR PRESIDENT, DO YOU? WHO KNOWS IF HE KEEPS HIS PROMISES OR NOT?"
you start giggling at your best friend's antics. you look up to see both the boys glaring at you. you stare down jeonghan before you start talking, "i've already talked to the principal about the varsity dance team. what's yoo- i mean, jeonghan gonna do if he becomes president?"
seungcheol laughs before answering for jeonghan, "for one, he won't kill the vibe if someone wants to have fun." jeonghan and a few other kids laugh at that.
you and yunjin get off the table and start walking towards the pair. you pointedly look at jeonghan before telling him, "you and i have wildly different definitions of fun, yoon."
jeonghan just smiles at you before leaning close and whispering to you, "oh yeah? how 'bout you come over to my place tonight and i'll show my wild definition of fun.
jeonghan and seungcheol walk away before you can retort. you find yourself breathing a little harder and your heart beating a mile a minute and-
"y/n, you okay? you're as red a cherry right now?" asks yunjin, concerned.
"huh? oh! yeah, i'm fine, just a bit chilly...".
there was no way in hell you had just blushed over yoon jeonghan, no fucking way.
the third time
"FOR THE FIRST TIME IN THE PAST THIRTEEN YEARS, WE FINALLY HAVE ANOTHER TIE IN THE SCHOOL PRESIDENT VOTING. SO, LET US WELCOME THE NEW SCHOOL PRESIDENTS, MS. L/N Y/N AND MR. YOON JEONGHAN." mrs.hong's voice echoes through the assembly.
both you and jeonghan go on stage and introduce yourselves to the school. as you both get down, yunjin comes up to you and says, "there's a party at seungcheol's place tonight to celebrate."
you sigh before saying, "i would love to come but i really have to get this reading assignment done and als-"
you little rant is cut off by jeonghan's laughing. you click your tongue, annoyed at your fellow president.
"what's so funny, yoon?" you question.
"nothing, it just feels like you're avoiding coming to the party because of what i told you the other day during the campaign."
"and how is that related to a party at seungcheol's place?"
jeonghan peers down at you while answering slowly "because...me and cheol live together...?"
it takes your brain a few seconds to process the information. once you do, you look up to see that jeonghan has already walked away with cheol and you're being dragged by yunjin to your next class.
in the middle of class, you feel yunjin hitting your shin from behind you. you turn around and glare at her before asking, "what do you want?"
"what did jeonghan tell you during the campaign?"
"nothing important. he was being an idiot as usual."
"so this 'nothing important' is what made you blush i assume...?" she asks with a sly smile.
you scoff at her before turning around, "assume whatever the fuck you want, huh yunjin."
"then, can i assume i will see you at the party tonight? dressed to the nines?"
"yes. yes you can."
yunjin giggles before settling back into her seat.
this ends tonight. for once and for all.
the one final time
as soon as yunjin pushes the door open, you're met with really loud music and strobe lights flashy enough to give someone a stroke.
"this was probably a bad idea," you say, well, scream to yunjin over the really loud and really trashy rap music currently blaring over the speakers of seungcheol and jeonghan's house.
"y/n, honestly speaking, everything's a bad idea when you're in high school." said yunjin, slightly slurring her words. it takes you a hot second to realize that she had pre-gamed before coming here. you shake your head in disappointment before trying to drag her out the door, back to your house. you're pretty sure your mom has a very effective hangover cure despite being against underage drinking. your train of thought is interrupted by someone tapping on your shoulder. you turn around and are immediately met with yoon jeonghan.
a yoon jeonghan in a mesh tank top and extremely ripped jeans, specifically.
you feel yourself starting to blush when he starts talking,
"leaving already l/n?, the party's just getting started" he says with a grin.
you scoff at him before answering, "i was leaving because my friend over here is a little tipsy." you point to yunjin who is currently flirting with seungcheol.
"I know cheol, she'll be fine. come on dude, let loose. have a little fun, will you?"
"and what exactly is your idea of fun, yoon?" you ask with a smile, recalling his earlier words.
"beer pong against the rest of the student council." he deadpans, making you laugh..
"ok yeah, let's go!" you say excitedly while dragging him by his hand to the beer pong table. you also remain completely oblivious to jeonghan blushing a violent shade of pink right behind you.
in moments like these, it's easy for the two of you to forget that you 'hate' each other. and it's also in moments like these that jeonghan wonders what it would be like to hold your hand like this for the rest of his life. and also maybe, just maybe, kiss you and hold you in his arms and wake up next you and make-
"-han. earth to yoon jeonghan, can you hear me?" your voice brings him back from his delusions as he sees seokmin and chaewon on the other side of the beer pong table. still in his head, he asks, "who's in my team, then?"
he sees you before he hears you say, "i am, mr. fellow president. we're doing presidents versus vice presidents and chaewon is filling in for yunjin."
"so, i have to play with you even though i'm against you?" he asks with disgust lacing his tone.
"i'm not happy about this either so, suck it up, pretty boy."
it takes everyone in your vicinity, including you, a minute to process what you had just called jeonghan. you had just called yoon jeonghan pretty. pretty.
everyone chooses to ignore it for the sake of their president, but not jeonghan.
"ohhh, you think i'm pretty, y/n?" he asks with mock shyness. you roll your eyes at his antics. jeonghan laughs. seokmin and chaewon give each other a look before telling the two of you to concentrate on the game.
contrary to any bravado you had shown earlier, you were losing miserably, resulting in you getting drunk very quickly due to you being a lightweight. jeonghan takes note of this.
"aaand, out! y/n has to take a shot!" cheers chaewon, clearly enjoying your misery.
you reach out for the red solo cup but jeonghan grabs it before you do and downs it without sparing you a single glance. you frown at him, confused as to why he had done that. he sees the confusion on your face before telling you, "you were getting drunk and the last thing i wanna do is take you back home. this is purely self preservation."
your brain is officially of no use in hiding your crush on jeonghan as you blabber away to your heart's content. with literal hearts in your eyes, you ask him, "awww jeonghan! do you love me too?"
jeonghan sputters on his water before looking at you, his eyes as wide as saucers.
"y/n, are you drunk?"
"no silly, i'm just a little tipsy" you say with a giggle, slurring your words. jeonghan swears he's going to ask you out the second you're sober, but for now, he's gonna relish in every single embarrassing thing you do at this party and retell it you once he confesses.
you catch him zoning out and frown. he sees the frown on your face and thinks it's the cutest thing he's ever seen. abruptly, you start coughing due to some of your stupid classmates smoking at the party. jeonghan quickly drags you out to the balcony.
"wait here, i'll go tell cheol to kick those fuckers out and come back." he tells with conviction in his voice.
jeonghan swears his heart burst like a balloon the second he hears the single word that comes out of your lips when he turns to leave.
"stay" you mumble. jeonghan can't help himself, teasing you is his nature.
"why?" he asks, a teasing lilt to his voice.
"because..."
"because?"
"don't make me say it," you whine, not wanting to admit your feelings for him before he does.
"say what?" he presses, wanting you to break before him. he's 95 percent sure he's going to kiss you senseless in the next minute if you kept up this act.
"i...like you" you mumble out.
jeonghan truly can't help himself with what he does next.
he grabs you by the waist before pulling you into his arms and proceeds to giggle at the scream you let out, startled at being hugged out of seemingly nowhere.
you smack his chest before whisper-yelling at him, "what the fuck, han?"
"han? since when did i become han?"
you laugh at that. jeonghan falls a little more in love with you.
"can i kiss you?" he asks, in a the softest voice he could muster.
you look up at him, a violent blush engulfing your entire being, before nodding yes.
hand still on your waist, he brushes the stray hair off of your face and holds you by the nape before kissing you, so terribly softly, like you might disappear from his hands.
you feel fireworks go off in your whole body before bringing your arms up and wrapping them around his neck. you feel him smiling into the kiss. you want this to last forever.
you and jeonghan. jeonghan and you. forever.
aaand it's done! you would not believe how long this took lmao.
tags: established relationship, both xmh + yn are RICH rich, fluff, kissing, marriage/proposal talks, minghao is literally so in love omfg
warnings: pet names (angel, sweetheart)
notes: literally me rambling about rich + devoted minghao with absolutely no direction planned and i think it's super obvious HELPP but it does not matter !! ur honor i luv these 2 theyre so sassy smitten and it devastates me
“you’re actually the worst person i’ve ever met.”
you glare at your boyfriend as he gets out of the driver’s seat, walks around the front of the parked car and opens your door for you. he’s still smiling that faintly smug smile that’s been on his stupidly handsome face ever since you left the restaurant, and you hate it.
“sweetheart,” minghao says, taking hold of your hand and helping you out of the car, “it’s really no big deal.”
you scoff, rolling your eyes. releasing minghao’s hand, you deposit your purse into his waiting palm and flounce away, across the car park and to the apartment building doors.
minghao struggles to hold back a laugh as he trails after you. “y/n. you’re not truly mad, are you?”
“of course i’m truly mad,” you huff. “you said i could pay for our date this time.”
during the five years you’ve been dating minghao, he’s taken you on a whole variety of incredible dates. from the impromptu long weekend to paris to the days where you just go to the restaurant down the block for dinner, minghao has never failed to take care of you and always pays for your meal.
any other person would be flattered to have such a rich and devoted boyfriend. and really, you adore that about him, too.
but, well. you’re rich also. and sometimes, you want to be the one to dote on your boyfriend.
you punch in the building code unnecessarily hard and stomp through the automatic doors before minghao can catch up with you. from behind, you can hear him laughing, and it makes you whirl back around to look at him, pouting extravagantly.
“i don’t see why that’s so funny. you promised, hao,” you whine, and minghao just laughs again.
that night had been just a normal date night, nothing more than the two of you dressing up to go to that one upscale chinese place that you both love. and so, it seemed like the best day to finally start paying for your dates—if it was any big occasion, minghao would’ve definitely protested against the idea, insistent that he wanted to treat you on such a special day.
and at the time, it seemed like it would work.
minghao had smiled at you, adjusting the pearls around your neck, and agreed.
you’d felt ridiculously satisfied, excited at the fact that finally, you’d have a chance to pay for your boyfriend. but oh, how wrong you were.
“i’m sorry, angel,” minghao says now, brushing a finger over your cheek fondly before pressing the ‘up’ button for the elevator. “it just so happened that i’d already paid for our meal before we’d even got there. i didn’t want to burst your bubble by telling you so, but i guess that made it even worse, hm?”
you whine again in frustration. “hao, that’s not even a thing! you can’t pay for a meal in advance!”
“i can when i know exactly what we’re going to order,” minghao grins.
“what?! i swear, that must go against restaurant etiquette! that's actually crazy behaviour. i can't believe you did that."
the elevator arrives then, and minghao gestures for you to get in first. you do, still arguing with him over restaurant rules and whatnot. even as you do so, supposedly very upset over his behaviour, you still hold onto his arm and lean against him to take off your heels, and then pass them over to him once they’re off your aching feet.
minghao smiles amusedly, terribly smitten.
“—going to get you back for that stunt one day, xu minghao,” you say, stabbing an accusing finger into his shoulder. “gonna book out the entire restaurant. no, wait, the entire street! we’re going to venice one day, and i’m going to close down a whole road for us only. just you wait.”
the elevator doors open with a ding, and he trails behind as you continue talking, dreaming up big plans on how to treat your boyfriend sometime in the future.
it’s devastatingly endearing. he knows it was maybe a tiny, tiny bit mean to advance-pay the bill tonight, but in his defence, he does that most nights anyway. plus, he likes seeing how pouty you get over it, knowing you're not actually upset, but still insisting you are because you can pay for your own meals, without minghao's card, thank you very much.
and you very much can—he hasn’t run the numbers in a while, but he’s pretty sure you’re richer than him right now—but he likes paying for you. likes taking care of you like this.
he inputs the keycode to the apartment, chuckling as you continue to rant.
“okay, alright,” he finally concedes, opening the door and letting you enter first, taking off your wool coat for you and hanging it up by the door. “in which case, how about a compromise? i pay for our ordinary dates like these, and you can pay for special occasions.”
your eyes light up at his words. “wait, really?”
minghao laughs. “yes, really.” he puts your purse on the dresser by the door, your shoes in the shoe cupboard and then takes off his own. “except for valentine’s day, white day, our anniversary, and your birthday. i’ll be paying for those.”
“what?” you complain. “hao, you’re leaving me with nothing!”
“you can pay for my birthday.”
“come on, that’s a given. i would do that anyway.”
you’re giving him those big, sad eyes again, and minghao can’t help but smile even wider. lord, you’re just so pretty and you love him so much and he’s never been more grateful for that because he loves you so much too.
“well,” he says, pretending to think, “we don’t have an engagement or wedding anniversary yet. so if those things ever happen… then maybe…”
your eyes widen, little sparkles appearing in your irises even as your entire face softens, gentle and hopeful. “you’re… you want to marry me?”
minghao can’t take this anymore. he walks over, takes your face in his hands and kisses you, once. and then again, deeper, softer, for good measure. just to get his point across.
“of course,” he murmurs against your lips when he pulls away. “i love you.”
you lean in and peck him on the lips once more. “i love you too,” you say, and then pull away so he can see the mischievous glint in your eyes. “hey. if i propose to you, then i’ll definitely get to pay for every engagement anniversary we have, right?”
minghao laughs, pulling you back into his embrace. “sure, sweetheart. that’s only if you propose to me first, however.”
“are you trying to start a proposal race, minghao?”
“maybe. will you join in, y/n?”
you laugh, looping your arms behind his neck and bringing his face close to yours again. “oh, it’s on.”
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