synopsis: popular and menacingly wicked choi beomgyu has the entire senior class wrapped around his finger. the high school drama club has cherished y/n as their veteran for four years. to fulfill beomgyu’s graduation requirements, he must join y/n’s drama club despite his grudges. unbeknownst to everyone else, y/n and beomgyu have their history. they’ve kissed before (or more like y/n has bitten his lip to bleed) and beomgyu hasn’t lived it down ever since. y/n cannot stand this guy. they can make it through the entire year as the leads in their play, right?
bangchan realizes it late at night on a tuesday. it's around two or three am when bangchan's phone buzzes, one time, two times and a third time before it stays silent for a few minutes. he's hesitant to pick up the device from its location–which is screen down on the desk– but his thoughts soon get interupted by a fourth buzz. he sighs in relief and smiles, it's you.
less than ten minutes later, you walk in the studio, holding a grocery bag in your right hand. bangchan told you that you didn't need to come and that you should sleep since you had work at eight am that day but you still decided to come over. not everybody would sacrifice a night of sleep to take care of a friend, to make sure he eats and drinks enough.
bangchan falls asleep around five in the morning, on the couch, a blanket draped over his body that you so carefully placed there to keep him warm. you stay up a bit to clean up, throwing away the ramen boxes and organizing all the papers on his desk before you settle next to him and fall asleep less than three minutes after.
when he wakes up that morning, you're a gone but a cup of coffee and a note await him. you remind him to rest and bangchan can't help but blush at the little heart next to your name. you're a great friend but that day, he hopes for you to be more than friends.
☆ LEE KNOW
it was unexpected for him, it came out of nowhere and at once. the boys had invited you to go on a short trip to a cabin with them and you had happily agreed, helping and organizing the oldest with preparing everything. when the two cars parked in front of your apartment, you immediately hopped into the car with minho, sliding in next to him and giving him a smile so big he could tell how joyful you were.
from the moment you exited the city, banter and laughter filled the car. it was a chilly but sunny afternoon and having you by his side, so openly carefree, made him all the more content. lee know wasn’t really listening to the conversation, mainly admiring you, but suddenly something drags him out of his reverie.
you’re playfully arguing with han and apparently you’re talking about lee know’s cats. the boy’s too peaceful to interrupt the two of you so he listens. he can’t help but grin when you describe his three cats, using your fingers to show there are three and naming them while han watches, baffled. it’s not anything extraordinary but the way you gush about them, having taken the time to learn their names and be able to recognize them, makes lee know blush. for the rest of the trip, the dancer is shyly watching you out of the corner of his eye, heart beating fast in his chest.
☆ CHANGBIN
it’s a normal cloudy day, the wind making the fallen leaves twirl in the air, but you’re not too bothered by it, headphones on and music blasting in your ears. it was changbin’s idea to meet at the gym after his normal practice schedule, so that he could finally help you out while you stepped inside a gym for the first time in your life.
you don’t think you have ever been more nervous for this, feeling as if everyone had their eyes fixed on your every movement. when you almost wanted to called it quits and run out of there, changbin entered the luxe room, waving to other jacked guys as he walked past them towards you. he was quick to grin at you, seeing your wary expression and patted your head.
changbin knows you hate the gym and everytime that could resemble a sport so he’s quick to reassure you, to tell you that you’re doing a good job and that he knows you can do it, making your already red face heat up even more. he shrugs off your stares as silent screams of distress, not wanting to get his hopes up and convince himself that you ogle his arms only because he’s showing you the right movement and not because his biceps are on full display.
when the short but intense gym session is over and you’re all sweaty and aching all over, you let your head fall against his chest as you sit still on one of the benches. changbin’s heart beats loudly in his chest and he hopes you can’t hear it. he lets you take a two minute nap there, way too mesmerized by your sleeping figure to even dare wake you up, already feeling guilt creeping up at the thought of going to the gym daily with you, hands linked and shared kisses.
☆ HYUNJIN
hyunjin’s tired, legs feeling like jelly and muscles aching all over. he gulps down the plastic water bottle, sweat dripping down his temples and staining the collar of his tank top. his back is pressed against the floor-to-ceiling mirror and the fabric of his top sticks to his skin. the clock is slowly ticking, his heavy breathing echoing off the walls.
when the door to the practice room opens, he doesn’t need to see to know who it is, preferring to keep his head low. your perfume fills the room and hyunjin regains his senses, eyes slowly blinking open to see you staring at him with a stern expression. he knows you don’t like it when he gets home late– he likes to tell himself you only worry about his whereabouts when it’s his turn to do the dishes.
you squat down next to him, the back of your hand touching his burning forehead. you loudly scowl at him and he only chuckles tiredly in return, he’s way too out of it to notice the way your stare softens and your lips turn into a worrying pout before you’re back to your normal state.
he lets you bring him home to your shared apartment, nodding along to whatever you’re saying, chewing him out for being so careless. the warmth of your apartment hits him like a truck and he grins, as if high. you continue to drag him with you, making sure he doesn’t bump into anything as you slowly help him take off his shoes. you tuck him in, starry eyes looking for any sign of discomfort on his face.
he knows you only want what's best for him, that you genuinely care and worry about him. and that thought alone is enough for him to want to give you his full heart, silently calling after you as you close his bedroom door behind you. maybe next time you would hear his pleas, next time when he doesn’t have a burning fever.
☆ JISUNG
han realizes he loves you more than a simple friend during a hangout. it’s a friday evening and your friends’ weekly ‘movie date’. normally, han’s one of the happiest and loudest people during those few hours, but this time he’s quieter, a little isolated. you’re not the only one that noticed but he brushed it off as being tired, effectively but suspiciously convincing the others.
you realize pretty fast it’s not because he’s tired when you notice his bouncing knee and fidgety fingers. han could feel you staring, teeth gnawing on the straw of his sugar-filled drink. but then he looks down at the floor, trying to avoid the incoming headache, and he can feel the lack of eyes on him.
he only realizes you’re next to him when your hand touches his, your fingers coming to squeeze and entangle with his on your lap, thumb rubbing circles on his skin. you send him a reassuring smile, one full of comfort and love, and suddenly jisung feels warm. it’s a weird feeling but not unpleasant and when you lay your head on his shoulder and start to hum one of his favorite songs, he knows that the butterflies in his stomach are going to be difficult to get rid of.
☆ FELIX
he realizes it when he's baking with you. in the middle of making some cookies, he suddenly sneezes and sends flour flying everywhere. on your face, clothes and kitchen counters and walls. the flour hangs in the air for a few seconds before it drops down to the floor in a very slow and dramatic way. there's an awkward silence for a few seconds and he thinks you are going to scold him or be pissed at him for making a mess but instead, you throw your head back and laugh.
you laugh so hard it echoes through the room as you clutch your stomach, gripping onto the counter tightly as you try to stand up straight. felix is baffled and that's when you take action, grabbing a handful of the white powder and throwing it directly on him before running around the counter, grabbing another handful of flour to defend yourself.
he watches in awe as you slightly but excitedly jump up and down and prepare yourself for his attack. a blush creeps up on his cheeks and his heart beats in his chest like it's on fire. that's when he knows he loves you. he realizes it when you are covered in flour but smilling nonetheless. in that moment, felix knows that he fell deeply and inevitably in love with you.
☆ SEUNGMIN
seungmin sighs again, for the sixth time since you forced your way into his room ten minutes prior. you continue to ignore him as he spins on his desk chair, watching you flip through his old middle school photobook from a few feet away. you’re laying down comfortably on your stomach on his bed, feet linked together and swinging in the air as you let out breathy giggles every few seconds.
normally, seungmin would already have tried to rip the photobook from your arms, but you had been particularly nice to him the day prior– bringing him the extra brownies felix helped you make– so he thinks that letting you get your way for an hour or two won’t hurt his ego too much.
your phone buzzes from his bedside table but you don’t move to grab it, leaving the boy curious. it buzzes again and when you do grab it this time, you put it down a second later, now on mute. seungmin stares at you, a puzzled look on his face before you finally turn to him, probing him to ask why you didn’t reply. you only give him a smile, one so sweet that his heart skips a beat.
you voice is soft, words rolling off your tongue. “i prefer to be with you, the others can wait.” suddenly seungmin’s head is spinning, at a loss for words. he doesn’t know what’s happening to him, why he’s suddenly so reactive to every detail. it’s a weird feeling, really, but he lets himself fall into it, the feeling of being loved and loving so new and daring that he can’t get enough of it.
☆ JEONGIN
jeongin isn’t too sure why he’s even there, silently watching from his seat on the couch as you’re running around their dorm, going back and forth between the bathroom, the hallway and the bedroom your bag is in. all his friends are laughing and joking around, poking fun at you and your panicked and disheveled appearance.
you’re stressing, smiling nervously when bangchan asks you if you’re ready. jeongin has never seen you so giddy but so stressed at the same time, noticing how you’re picking at your nails and playing with the strap of your bag. you’re pretty too, he thinks. a scowl takes over his face, he never really realized how pretty you were, usually the thought of finding you attractive never even entered his mind.
he gets up and walks over to you, waiting for you to notice him. in your nervous state you turn towards him, colored lips in a tight line. he takes a step forward and his hand hovers over the side of your face until you nod, allowing him to brush the few strands of hair out of your face. he pushes them behind your ears, softly patting your head and massaging your temples. you instantly relax and he can’t help but smile.
when you’re out the door, with chan following behind you, car keys in hand, jeongin feels his face heat up, butterflies flying free in his stomach. he doesn’t really register what his friends say, replaying the image of you waving them goodbye with the prettiest smile he’s ever seen. the boy lets himself drown in the cushions of the couch, sighing and an upcoming headache already on its way.
if only he had complimented you then, maybe you would have realized his words were laced with newly discovered love and only maybe then you wouldn’t have walked out the door, yelling at your older brother to hurry up so you wouldn’t be late to your date.
pairing: shin yuna x gn!reader, genre: fluff, meet cute wc: 207 warnings: everything's in lowercase AWFUL
you were on the train to school, hugging your bag to your chest, listening to your favorite song, and letting your eyes drift off to her.
she always took the same train, but she didn't go to your school. you couldn't really tell which school she went to from her uniform, but that wasn't important.
she's incredibly pretty. she has beautiful long black hair, and cute eyes—the sunlight making her brown pupils glow just right. she's mostly on her phone during the train rides, like now.
feeling eyes on her, she looked up to see it was you.
she smiled and waved, and it takes you a while to process that she waved at you.
at you.
your eyes widened, and you could feel the heat rushing to your face just from a simple smile and wave. you waved back awkwardly and she shifts her attention back to her phone.
little did you know, her heart was pounding as well from the short interaction. she always saw you on the train with your headphones on, looking lost in thought.
she wanted to talk to you just as much as you wanted to talk to her.
it's funny how strangers don't know the other knows of their presence.
GENRE(S) | fluff, angst, enemies to lovers, fake dating, prep school au
EST. WORD COUNT | i am not sure actually so i will say anywhere from 5k to 12k
WARNING(S) | profanity, prejudice, class discrimination + all warnings to be added in the full fic
SUMMARY | nishimura riki wants to piss off his mother and you need money to keep studying at clayton prep after your scholarship is under the threat of being terminated. it just so works out that you’re the exact kind of person his mom despises, and riki has more than enough money in his bank account to fund your education.
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AUTHOR’S NOTE | i don’t even know how long this wip has been catching dust in my docs LOOOL i am very excited to get started on it though! i hope u enjoy the teaser <3
Nishimura Riki was really starting to get on your nerves.
Normally, he was a person who couldn’t stop riling you up for his amusement. You tried to pretend he didn’t exist, but there was something about him that compelled you to shoot back with a jab of your own every time he taunted you.
Your life without his annoying presence would have been simpler, but overall, he was harmless.
However, his behaviour from the past few days was really starting to make you wonder if he had gone off the deep end and finally lost his mind.
“Leave me alone, Nishimura!” you snapped, tired from having to tell him the same thing over and over again. “I am not doing you the stupid favour.”
“I’m not asking for a favour!” he protested. “I’m willing to give you anything you want in return. This is a legitimate transaction involving give-and-take.”
“I don’t want shit from you and you’re an idiot to think of your proposed arrangement as a mere transaction.”
“You’re making a mistake, Y/N.”
“No,” you said, stopping in your tracks and turning to face him. “I would be making a mistake if I agreed to be your fake fucking girlfriend. How the hell did you even think to ask me that?”
Riki sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He glanced around your school hallway and grabbed your wrist, pulling you along to god-knew-where.
“Wha—” you began, but he cut you off.
“It’s too crowded here. We can’t discuss this matter in public under any circumstances.”
Scoffing, you snatched your arm back. He paused for a moment, watching you overtake him and walk ahead. When he didn’t follow, you glared at him over your shoulder.
Riki rolled his eyes and took long strides towards you. “Was that necessary?”
“Yes,” you replied sharply, not allowing him to walk beside you and making sure to stay a step ahead.
Perhaps, Clayton Prep’s snobbiness had rubbed off on you more than you’d suspected. Though you supposed it was bound to happen someday since you’d been surrounded by teenagers born with a diamond spoon in their mouth for the past few years.
Opening an inconspicuous door at the end of the hallway, you trudged inside and found yourself in an empty classroom. Nishimura Riki kicked the entrance shut behind him and turned to you.
“Look, I’m not happy to have this conversation over and over again either, but I need you. I don’t have a fucking choice.”
You snorted. “You need me? Pray tell.”
“My mom hates people who don’t have money and influence.”
“Oh, you could not be more wrong if you thought telling me this would convince me to help you.”
“I’m not done,” Riki snapped. “Just hear me out before you jump to conclusions.”
You raised an eyebrow and crossed your arms over your chest.
“My grandfather’s shares will be transferred to me once I turn 21 and she’s pissed I’m going to get control of the business instead of her,” he muttered and ran a hand through his hair. “I have no doubt about my mother’s love for me, but she has been dreaming about taking over the company ever since she was a kid. She can’t do that by herself anymore, so she’s going to try to do it through me by getting me to bend to her will. I can’t let her put a leash on me and start dictating my life.”
“If you think going out with me will send her a message, you’re an even bigger idiot than I thought you were,” you said and scoffed with disbelief. “You want her to back off, Nishimura? You better come up with something that doesn’t make you look like a spoiled brat rebelling against his mommy.”
“You don’t know my mother,” he growled. “She has always been prejudiced against poor people. Money and power are all she cares about, and I will not let her come after what belongs to me.”
“You know what?” you fumed and stomped towards him, jabbing your finger into his chest. “You’re an asshole. You came to me for help and you still had the audacity to humiliate me. Not to mention that your sob story makes you sound like a hypocrite who only cares about money too.”
“I don’t give a shit about the money. I care about keeping my grandfather’s legacy alive,” he bit back and took a step closer. “There’s a reason he was willing to give his inexperienced grandson his company rather than hand it over to his daughter.”
“Well, I don’t give a shit, Nishimura!” you shouted, throwing your hands in the air. “Deal with your goddamn problems by yourself. We’re done having this conversation.”
Shoving him away, you walked to the door and ripped it open. However, before you could leave, he said, “You’re here on scholarship, aren’t you?”
Freezing in your tracks, you turned around and narrowed your eyes at him. “What?”
“Sorry.” Riki laughed humourlessly. “That was a stupid question. I know you’re here on scholarship. Everyone does, and that’s because Clayton Prep isn’t known for charity.”
“You’re going to end up with a bloody face if you don’t watch what you say,” you warned, trying your best to keep the chain on your temper intact.
“Do you know why this school doesn’t offer scholarships, Y/N?” he inquired and slowly closed the distance between the two of you, unfazed by your threat. “It’s because my mother is a trustee on the board and prohibits financial aid.
“The only reason you were accepted is that my grandfather built this place from the ground up. He wanted you here because saw something special in you. He may have overruled her decision then, but he’s not here to keep protecting you now.”
The colour drained from your face and your heart dropped to your stomach. “Are you threatening me?”
“I’m giving a rundown on the facts and am offering you an opportunity,” Riki corrected. “I have more than enough money to pay for your entire education at Clayton Prep. You just have to say yes to helping me piss my mom off.”
You bit the inside of your cheek and stared at him, your hands curling into fists at your side. You couldn’t believe you’d been stupid enough to not predict what Mr. Nishimura’s death would have entailed for you.
Though, you didn’t blame yourself. The man had quite literally picked you from the streets and given you a shot at living a meaningful life. He’d gifted you a future, and you’d spent months grieving his passing.
You weren’t going to beat yourself up for not being a cold-hearted, selfish and conniving bitch.
Blowing out a breath, you closed the door. There was a gun to your head, and making a deal with Nishimura Riki was the only visible way to survive.
But now that Riki had pointed out the glaringly obvious, you had to strongarm yourself. You couldn’t let his mother kick you out because you didn’t have the resources to study at Clayton Prep.
Besides, if there was one thing you were aware of without a doubt, it was your self-worth. You’d proved yourself to be smarter than every single student attending the school on several occasions.
genre: fluff, humor, angst, high school au (seniors), drama club, enemies to lovers, social media au + written chapters
synopsis: popular and menacingly wicked choi beomgyu has the entire senior class wrapped around his finger. the high school drama club has cherished y/n as their veteran for four years. to fulfill beomgyu’s graduation requirements, he must join y/n’s drama club despite his grudges. unbeknownst to everyone else, y/n and beomgyu have their history. they’ve kissed before (or more like y/n has bitten his lip to bleed) and beomgyu hasn’t lived it down ever since. y/n cannot stand this guy. they can make it through the entire year as the leads in their play, right?
warnings: profanity, mentions of kissing, beomgyu teasing y/n constantly, alcohol, will add more if needed.
featuring: the rest of txt, OC character, isa from stayc.
start date: march 13, 2023
end date: tbd
updates: monday, wednesday, friday
status: ongoing
notes: i told y’all beomgyu would get his own love story! i’m really nervous releasing this after my previous smau, but i’m excited nonetheless to share this with you all. thank you to @boba-beom especially for helping me plan this story and @iyeonjuni for the lovely header as always. i hope you all enjoy this smau and i cannot wait to start this new era <3
warning(s): profanity, some sexual tension, a confrontation
prompt (x): in case you ever foolishly forget; i am never not thinking of you.
summary: the last person you’d expected to see at a house party was the fling you’d accidentally ghosted.
note: tysm for requesting cael!! i hope this drabble to your liking :’))
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The universe had to be fucking you over.
There was no other plausible explanation for why everything was going so astronomically wrong.
Earlier that morning, you’d forgotten to turn in your economics assignment and had to beg for an extension under false claims. In the afternoon, your card had declined and you’d had to interrupt your roommate’s date to ask her to pay for your lunch. In the evening, you’d accidentally washed your bright pink shirt along with your whites and ended up staining all of them.
And now, as if the enormous amount of suffering you’d already been through wasn’t enough, you could see Lee Heeseung walk through the front door of Ryujin’s house.
He looked better than ever with his dark, damp hair falling over his forehead in soft curls and his signature dangly earring swaying as he trudged inside.
Though, to be fair, you’d only seen him a handful times before. Being one of Jake’s close friends, he’d accompanied Ryujin, Jake and you to a weekend getaway during Spring Break to a beach house owned by Jake’s father.
Since Ryujin and Jake were too busy with themselves, Heeseung and you had wound up being the awkward third and fourth wheels. So, you’d broken away from the couple and hung out with each other instead.
One thing led to another, and the two of you somehow found yourselves making out on the couch while watching a horror movie.
You ghosted Heeseung after that.
It wasn’t as if you meant to ignore him—you just became too busy with life and forgot to reply to his i had fun with you text.
When you finally remembered, a week had already passed.
Of course, you felt guilty. You’d genuinely had a good time with him and would have loved to stay in contact, but the thought of messaging him back after such a long time seemed pointless and awkward.
Besides, what you’d had was barely a fling. All you’d done was hang out with each other for a couple of days and kiss.
At least, that was what you’d been trying to convince yourself for the past few weeks.
You’d tried to disregard your interactions and the way he made you feel. It was nothing short of ridiculous to develop such strong emotions for someone you’d spent less than a week with.
“What the fuck is he doing here?” you whispered-shouted, grabbing Ryujin’s wrist in an attempt to get her attention.
She turned to look at you and frowned. “It’s a house party, Y/N. I told you I invited all my friends.”
“Since when was Lee Heeseung your friend?!” you exclaimed.
“Since I started hanging out with people from Jake’s college. Besides, we went on that trip together. I couldn’t leave him out.”
Motherfucker.
You blew out a breath and let her go. You watched Heeseung take the red solo cup Jake handed him, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he took a sip of the contents inside.
God, how did he make such a mundane action appear so incredibly hot?
“Why are you upset?” Ryujin questioned. “I thought you guys really hit it off.”
“We did,” you muttered and turned your back to Heeseung so he wouldn’t catch sight of you. “But everything went to shit the moment I accidentally ghosted him.”
Ryujin’s jaw dropped and she slapped your arm. You winced and backed away, rubbing the sore spot with a pout on your face. “What?! When were you going to tell me?”
“It slipped from my mind!” you complained, knowing damn well what you’d just said was a lie. This was the reason you never told her. You knew she’d kick your ass for being so stupid. “You never brought him up either!”
“This is so frustrating.” Ryujin sighed. “Do you want me to distract him—Holy shit, Y/N. He’s coming here.”
“What?” you screeched and panicked instantly. Shoving your drink into her hand, you pushed her away and began speed-walking towards the bathroom.
As your luck would have it, the toilet was occupied and the line was long. Turning on your heels without wasting another minute, you rushed towards one of the guest rooms on the other side of the party.
Twisting the knob, you hurried inside. You would lock yourself for the entire party if it resulted in you eluding a guaranteed confrontation upon encountering him.
Just when you thought you made it to sanctuary, a foot wedged itself between the door and its frame. You tried to close it shut with your entire being, but the person standing on the other side was simply too strong for you.
“I can’t possibly scare you enough to make you run away and hide, Y/N.”
Fuck.
Defeated, you dropped your head and moved away from the room’s entrance. There was no point in avoiding the situation at hand anymore.
Heeseung slipped inside and closed the door behind him.
“I wasn’t running away or hiding from you,” you muttered. You couldn’t look him in the face after everything, so you stared at the wall behind him instead.
“Really?” He raised an eyebrow. “Because that’s not what it seemed to me. You saw me and then you came here.”
“I did not see you,” you replied defensively. “I’m literally blind right now; I can’t see anything because I’m not wearing my contacts.”
“Do you expect me to believe that?”
“Is there a reason you followed me, Heeseung?” you asked because you didn’t know what else to say.
“Yeah, there is,” he said softly and stuffed his hands inside the pockets of his ripped jeans. He took a step forward, and you had to muster up all your effort to stay in place.
Heeseung only stopped when he was toe-to-toe with you. He dipped his head, his eyes almost disappearing behind his messy hair. You willed yourself to stand your ground and finally locked your gaze with his.
You could have sworn his eyes were brown, but at that moment, they appeared to depthless pools of black. You gulped and took a shuddering breath.
You weren’t quite sure whether the goosebumps on your arms were a result of your nervousness or anticipation.
“I was wondering why you ignored me after the getaway,” he mumbled. “I was losing sleep trying to figure out what went wrong, and I need you to give me some answers.”
“Nothing went wrong,” you whispered hoarsely. “You were sweet and wonderful. I just—I fucked up and didn’t deal bother righting my mistake because it was too late.”
Heeseung studied you for a moment. Then, he took a step away. “So I wasn’t worth it?”
“That’s not what I said,” you bit back. “I forgot to reply to your message because life got too busy and didn’t wanna make things weird for both of us by getting back to you after over a week later.”
“You realise you could have simply told me this whenever you remembered my text, right?” he said. “For weeks, I thought you were avoiding me. It sucked to wonder if someone I instantly connected with only thought of me as a fling.”
“I didn’t think you would even remember.”
“Well, let me make something clear to you, Y/N—just in case you ever foolishly forget; I have never not thought of you ever since we met.”
Biting the inside of your cheek, you mumbled in shame, “I’m sorry. Can we start over?”
“Do you promise to communicate with me instead of throwing us away the next time you fuck up?”
Despite the harsh reality of his words, you huffed a small laugh. “I do.”
“Then I guess the only thing left,” he said and stuck his hand out, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Hi, I’m Lee Heeseung.”
You gripped his hand firmly and shook it. “Hi, Lee Heeseung. My name is L/N Y/N.”
“Pleasure to meet you. How about we go back to the party and get to know each other better over some alcohol and dancing?”
Your eyes twinkled with newfound hope. “It would be my honour.”
summary. with college draining your wallet and your mental health, you needed to find a job. luckily for you, your friend, mark, recommends you a job at a convenience store, that is just so conveniently located at the corner of your street. mark didn’t mention a cute, chocolate haired boy working there though!
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summary. with college draining your wallet and your mental health, you needed to find a job. luckily for you, your friend, mark, recommends you a job at a convenience store, that is just so conveniently located at the corner of your street. mark didn’t mention a cute, chocolate haired boy working there though!
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summary. with college draining your wallet and your mental health, you needed to find a job. luckily for you, your friend, mark, recommends you a job at a convenience store, that is just so conveniently located at the corner of your street. mark didn’t mention a cute, chocolate haired boy working there though!
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synopsis. you think it’s adorable how heeseung seems to be fighting his exhaustion in favor of being with you as you finish your twenty-four hour stream (1.1k words)
warnings. none
note. hello this is totally self indulgent but enjoy streamer!heeseung making an appearance again cos i miss writing streamer content >:( btw thank u to user notrenes i got inspired by that clip u sent of quarterjade and masayoshi i love them truly
[4:27 AM]
The monitor of your computer is bright, reflecting rather harshly on your face as you fight to keep awake while entertaining chat. The room is much lonelier than it was hours ago – Winter and Ningning had dropped by earlier to join you for your stream, playing in real life games and taste testing hot wings on different scales of spicy.
They left with Winter’s upset stomach grumbling and Ningning laughing as she escorted the pair of them back to their shared home. After they left, you decided to queue up some Valorant to shave some time off of your 24-hour goal.
Currently, your clock is mockingly situated by your set-up, screaming the time and reminding you that you only have a few hours left until you’ve accomplished your 24-hour stream. You had long finished Valorant and were just talking to chat, searching for another game that you could play by yourself that’s still entertaining to the people viewing your stream.
To battle the exhaustion and tiredness in your system (with the hint of a headache you had briefly mentioned to chat), you decide that playing a horror game would be an appropriate choice. Chat’s been requesting you do a horror stream for a while, and you realize now might be a good time to do it.
You first hear it midgame, when you’ve paused to recover from the horrifying monster design that was chasing your character. Your head snaps towards the direction of your door, staring at it to see if you’ve heard right. Thinking that it was just part of the background soundtrack of the game, you turn back to your monitor.
The second time, it’s unmistakable.
“I think someone’s knocking on my door, chat.”
As if to confirm your suspicions, the knocks come back and in goes Lee Heeseung, your bleary and half-asleep boyfriend who makes his way towards where you’re sat.
warning(s): profanity, one mention of kidnapping. i think that is all but lmk if you find smth else!
summary: you were fully prepared to be single on valentine’s day. yang jungwon was fully prepared to blow your mind.
note: i’m so relieved to have finally finished this fic LOL it was wayyy overdue. i know it’s been a while since jungwon birth and valentine’s day but i hope u enjoy nonetheless :D
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It was Valentine’s Week, and you were absolutely miserable.
You didn’t particularly care about the celebrations but the feeling of loneliness first began to creep in when the student council appointed a Valentine’s Day Dance committee and made them decorate the entire school.
Banners and streamers were hanging everywhere. The culinary club was selling heart-shaped cookies, and the broadcasting club was busy urging students to get their dance invites every few hours. You wished the PA system would malfunction and they would finally shut up.
Some boys even had the genius idea to capitalise on the Valentine’s Day occasion and ask people out on behalf of the students who paid them for their services. They called themselves Cop-Your-Crush.
Classes were being interrupted all day long. You were witnessing a grand proposal being made multiple times a day. Just today, you had seen three girls being asked out, and each proposal had been better than the one before.
Karina got asked out through a song the choir group sang for her. She burst into tears on the spot because her boyfriend, Soobin, still remembered the song they had first kissed to.
NingNing got asked out when a member of Cop-Your-Crush sweet-talked Mrs. Kim into letting him take over her presentation. He’d prepared a cute montage using the pictures provided to him by her boyfriend.
Yeji got asked out by the cheerleaders. They had prepared a special cheer for her, courtesy of Heeseung, also a member of Cop-Your-Crush, and his girlfriend, Chaewon, who was the cheer captain. They were both Yeji’s best friends and had spared no expense in helping her boyfriend deliver a memorable proposal.
You thought the entire concept was corny, but it would have been nice to have someone ask you out too. You didn’t even have any expectations. Just a simple Hey, will you be my date for the Valentine’s Dance? would have sufficed.
Needless to say, you were irritated and cranky. You were debating begging your mom to let you skip school tomorrow. It was the fourteenth of February, so Valentine’s spirit was definitely going to be at an all-time high.
You slammed your locker door shut. Slumping against it, you clutched your books to your chest and sighed deeply. If only you had the courage to ask your crush to the dance. It was sort of surprising that he still didn’t have a date.
He was really attractive and really popular. You wondered why—
“Keep moving, dummy,” a voice popped from behind you, and you couldn’t help the groan that left your mouth. Deciding to not acknowledge the person further, you pushed yourself off the locker and turned to leave in the opposite direction. However, they seemed to have different plans for you. Throwing an arm around your neck, Yang Jungwon twisted you around and said, “Class is this way.”
“Piss off, Yang,” you snapped, trying to not stumble as he dragged you along.
“Are you coming to the basketball game tonight?” Jungwon inquired.
He wasn’t much taller than you, so when you glanced up at him, you found your faces only a few inches apart. “Why?”
“We’re playing Riverside High. You know there’s a bet between our schools, right? Losers have to jump in the lake at midnight.”
“Okay. Let me know if you lose and I’ll meet you there to enjoy your humiliation.”
Jungwon narrowed his eyes and flicked your forehead. You let out a sound of protest and slapped his hand away. “You think you’re so funny.”
“I think I have better things to do,” you retorted. “I’m supposed to pick up my sister after her soccer practice and drive her to her friend’s house for a sleepover.”
“That can be taken care of,” he answered immediately. “Riki will do the chauffeuring in your place.”
You snorted. “No.”
“C’mon!” Jungwon complained and moved to stand in front of you. You raised an eyebrow. “I need you at the game tonight.”
“Why?”
“Because—” he hesitated— “because we always win when you’re watching from the stands. You’re our lucky charm.”
Jungwon was making no sense. The Bears of Eastwood High were one of the best. They didn’t require lucky charms to win games. Besides, you’d never benefited from the so-called fortune Jungwon claimed you possessed. He definitely had an ulterior motive for wanting you at the court tonight.
“You won the Christmas game,” you pointed out. “I wasn’t there that day. I was with my family at my childhood home.”
“Well, I thought you were at the game,” Jungwon rectified. “That’s why we won.”
You sighed and rolled your eyes. Stepping past his figure blocking your way, you said, “You need to get rid of these superstitions.”
“Please!” he begged, following after you the way a lost puppy would. “Winning tonight would give us a ticket to regionals! Can’t you let me have this?”
The desperation in his voice was so evident that you couldn’t help the crack that appeared in your resolve. You weren’t one to believe in luck, but you still carried an Omamori to stay safe.
You hadn’t exactly been the recipient of any good fortune lately, but your life had been sailing smoothly. Come to think of it, you’d probably subconsciously begun to depend on the charm.
You were a hypocrite for making fun of Jungwon’s superstitions.
“Fine,” you relented. “I’ll come. But—” you added immediately upon seeing a wide grin replace the pout on his face— “only after I’m done with my chores. I’m not leaving Hyeri with Riki. He crashed his car into a trashcan last week. I was with him. My life flashed in front of my eyes.”
Jungwon looked slightly amused. “Do you think you might be able to make it before half-time?”
“Easily.”
“Nice,” he popped. The two of you had arrived at your classroom, so he ruffled your hair and bid you goodbye before making his way toward his friend group. “I owe you one.”
“Yeah, you do,” you muttered to yourself.
You’d finished dropping your sister earlier than expected.
Her soccer practice had run short and when you’d checked your watch after seeing her off, you’d realised that the first quarter of the game would be concluding in a few minutes. You could make it in time for half-time.
You glanced up at the screen displaying the scores as you walked into the gymnasium.
8-3. Eastwood High was in the lead.
Good luck was a scam. Shaking your head, you searched for your best friend, Eunchae, in the stands. Your eyes stopped on a girl who was aggressively waving her hands in the air.
You smiled and waved back, making your way to her.
“I was worried you’d be late,” Eunchae said.
You hummed. “Hyeri finished her practice early so I was able to get here quicker. I don’t even know why Jungwon asked me to come. We’re in the lead.”
“Better safe than sorry,” she popped. “Second quarter just started. We should pay attention.”
You turned to look at the court. While you’d been talking to her, Riverside had scored a 3-pointer. Eastwood was only 2 points ahead now.
You could hear both schools’ coaches screaming despite the loud noise of the audience. Cringing a little when Mr. Woo blatantly cursed at Jungwon and told him to get his head out of his ass, you decided Eunchae had been right about being better safe than sorry.
The whistle rang and the playing 5 went jogging over to the sidelines. Jungwon’s eye caught yours as he scanned the stands and you waved at him awkwardly. He smiled and waved back, looking rather relieved to see you.
“You guys are so cute,” Eunchae commented.
You whirled on her. “Excuse me?”
“I’m just saying!” she exclaimed, raising her hands defensively. “Jungwon and you would make a really good couple.”
“What makes you think so?”
“Other than the fact that he’s completely whipped for you?” Eunchae shrugged. “You’re into him as well. No! Don’t give me that look! I know you are. I’m not fucking blind, Y/N. You say he’s annoying but I don’t see you pushing him away. I think you love the attention he gives you.”
You crossed your arms over your chest, suddenly feeling awfully exposed. “You’re delusional.”
“Am I though?” She raised an eyebrow. “You both are together all the time. You can pretend all you want, but I know your petty and childish banter is just a cover for the horrible amount of flirting that’s hidden underneath.”
“I don’t flirt with him!”
“He flirts with you and you entertain him! You claim to dislike him but hang out with him at school every day! An idiot could tell by looking at you how much you enjoy being around him.”
You glared at Eunchae. “I don’t appreciate being psychoanalysed.”
“You just don’t appreciate hearing the truth.” She shrugged. “I don’t know what’s stopping you from asking him out to the dance, but I hope you come to your senses. You don’t wanna regret missing out on someone who cares so much for you.”
Thankfully, the whistle rang before you could formulate a reply. The game began again, and you focused your attention on the court.
It was Eastwood’s way and the ball was in Jungwon’s hand. He aimed high and his eyes were set on Jake standing at the far end of the court. However, instead of throwing the ball with all his might, he only flicked his wrist.
The ball bounced between a Riverside player’s legs, and Heeseung, who was standing a little behind him, grabbed it immediately. Instead of dribbling, he passed the ball right back to Jungwon.
Jungwon caught it without stopping and sprinted to Eastwood’s side of the court. Your jaw dropped when you saw him manoeuvre his way through Riverside’s defence flawlessly. Even though you’d watched him play multiple times, you’d never really been able to comprehend how good he was.
He’d covered the court by himself without needing to pause or backtrack. It was as if he knew the opponent’s move even before they decided to make it.
The crowd went wild the moment Jungwon executed the layup effortlessly. The whistle for half-time blew a few moments after and Eunchae turned to face you.
“That was amazing!” she squealed. “He could go pro if he wanted to!”
“He could,” you agreed. “He really is very good.”
You had to admit—watching Jungwon in his element made your heart beat at a speed you didn’t even know it was capable of reaching. You convinced yourself it was just the adrenaline and the anticipation from watching the game. Your dad could never sit still when he watched his favourite team play in the World Cup.
“It’s time for the Kiss Cam.” Eunchae nudged you with her elbow. You turned to look at the big screen hanging from the roof of the gymnasium. The camera focused on Juyeon and Chaeyeon. The couple grinned and pointed at their recording on the screen in excitement before the latter grabbed the former’s collar and pulled him into a kiss.
You felt a smile form on your face. You’d always thought the two of them were one of the most adorable couples in your school.
The camera then focused on Mr. Hwang, your biology teacher, and Ms. Jung, your calculus teacher. You hooted and joined everyone else in the stands as they encouraged the two teachers to kiss.
Whoever had decided the couples that were to be targeted that night was a genius. Mr. Hwang and Ms. Jung were the youngest faculty members in your school. It was a popular opinion amongst students that they looked cute together. Some even placed bets on whether it would be Mr. Hwang to make the first move or Ms. Jung.
Naturally, the two of them didn’t kiss. They just smiled in embarrassment and waved at the camera, urging it to focus on someone else instead.
You waited eagerly to see who the drone would target next. A jolt passed through your body when you saw yourself on the screen.
Eyes widening, you shook your head and tried to tell them you were single. The camera didn’t move despite your protests, instead zooming out to include Eunchae in the frame.
You paused.
Looked at her.
Considered.
Raised an eyebrow.
“Do we—?”
“To your left, you idiot!” she exclaimed, grabbing your shoulders and whirling you around.
Yang Jungwon was standing in front of you with flowers in his hands. His hair was dripping with sweat and his cheeks were flushed. He was panting, but there was a shy smile on his face.
Your heart stopped as he got down on his knees and the entire gymnasium burst into cheers.
“Hey,” he popped.
“Oh. Hey,” you answered with much effort. Then added stupidly, “You’re on your knees.”
“No comment about the flowers?”
“Not when you’re on your knees for me in front of the entire school.”
“Oooh, I didn’t know you were so kinky.”
“I didn’t know this was why you begged me to come to the game.”
He laughed and the sound was like music to your ears. You were nervous. You were rambling. There was no way he was going to ask you to the dance. He wouldn’t be stalling so much if he was. He wouldn’t—
Oh.
He was giving you time to wrap your head around what was happening. This was clearly intended to be a well-planned surprise meant to catch you completely off-guard.
“Yeah, I would’ve been really bummed out if you hadn’t shown up. My efforts would have amounted to a whole lot of nothing.”
“So I’m not your lucky charm?”
“Of course, you are. I feel the luckiest when I’m with you.” Your chest swelled with an emotion you couldn’t identify. The gymnasium faded into the background and all you could hear was the sound of your heart thudding against your ribcage and Jungwon’s voice as he asked,
“Will you make me lucky again by accompanying me to the Valentine’s Dance?”
The game had ended twenty minutes ago.
Eastwood had won by 10 points. You’d thought the difference was pretty good but Mr. Woo didn’t seem to share your opinion. He’d claimed that Riverside never even should have been able to get within 15 points of Eastwood.
He’d been especially tense in the second half of the third quarter when the opposition had begun scoring back-to-back baskets. It had all worked out in the end nonetheless, all thanks to Yang Jungwon, the MVP of the match.
You still couldn’t believe he’d asked you out and you refused to believe he’d done it in such a grand way.
He was the definition of a jock who goofed around in school all day long. He was charming, sure, but you’d never known he was capable of pulling off something this big.
You’d never even suspected him to be a romantic.
Your phone dinged and you unlocked it to check who was texting you.
[eunchae]: wya?
[y/n]: parking lot
[y/n]: are u here? i’m leaning against my car
[eunchae]: noo i’m home
[eunchae]: are u still waiting for him??
[y/n]: yeah he asked me to
[y/n]: the team hasn’t left the gym yet
[eunchae]: damn i heard mr. woo was hella mad we only won by 10 points
[eunchae]: yikes what if he’s yelling at the players right now
[y/n]: i’m p sure he is LOOOL
[y/n]: he’s so mean when he’s angry <//3 i would quite literally drop out if he ever yelled at me
Your fingers hovered over your phone’s screen as you waited for Eunchae to type her reply. However, before she could send it, you felt the device being grabbed from your hand.
“What the—” you started, but relaxed when you saw Jungwon standing in front of you with an amused expression on his face. “Yang.”
He quirked an eyebrow. “Someone could have easily kidnapped you, you know?”
“We live in the most boring part of the town.” You snorted. “Baek Seung threatening to chop his neighbour’s tree on local TV was the most interesting thing that happened this year.”
“That doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be on your guard,” Jungwon said and stood next to you, leaning against the side of your car as well. He was wearing black sweats and a red hoodie. He smelt of cheap soap and his hair was damp. “Besides, Baek Seung actually followed through. We have a real criminal in our ranks.”
“Didn’t you literally let five sheep loose in our middle school three years ago?”
“That was just a harmless middle school graduating prank.”
“There’s no such thing as a middle school graduating prank.”
“Tell that to the current 8th graders planning their prank. I hear they’re going to stuff the hallway outside the principal’s office with helium balloons so she won’t be able to leave.”
You stared at him, a small smile playing on your lips. Jungwon’s eyes dropped to your mouth for a millisecond before he looked into your eyes again.
“I didn’t expect you to ask me to the dance,” you said and turned on your side to face him. What you really meant to ask was why he’d asked you to be his date. It was a stupid question but you were genuinely curious.
Eunchae was right before. Jungwon flirted with you all the time and you always entertained him. You enjoyed the attention he gave you. But if this thing between you was just for fun and if it was never going to progress into something real, you needed to know now.
You didn’t want to have expectations and wait for something that was never going to happen.
“Sunoo said I was a pussy and an idiot for not shooting my shot with you,” he replied and turned on his side too. “He threatened to make a move on you if I didn’t get my shit together before Valentine’s Day.”
You snorted.
“Oh, also,” Jungwon added. “I really, really like you.”
There they were. The words you were hoping for.
You felt a tidal wave of emotions override your senses. Euphoria, nervousness, breathlessness, giddiness, uncertainty and this inexplicable urge to squeal washed over you.
Your heart went haywire inside your chest when Jungwon leaned closer to you and dipped his head. There was barely any distance between your noses.
“You’re blushing,” he whispered.
You squeaked and buried your face in your hands. He grabbed your wrists and moved them out of the way. “Can I kiss you?”
“I think that would be a health hazard,” you croaked, looking anywhere but at him. “My heart is beating concerningly fast right now. What if I drop dead?”
“I can do CPR.”
The corner of your mouth quirked up in a small smile. Your heartbeat slowed down and you began feeling at ease. You wondered if Jungwon could tell that this was the first time someone had confessed to you.
The entire concept of dating and being in a relationship was foreign to you. You doubted Jungwon had much experience in the field himself since he’d only had one girlfriend in kindergarten. You didn’t know why he appeared to be so confident and bold.
Nonetheless, you trusted him to take over the wheel and guide you through the strange waters of love.
“Okay,” you breathed and closed your eyes. “Kiss me.”
His hands cupped your cheeks and his soft lips brushed against yours. You sucked in a breath and just stood there, not really knowing what to do.
Your hands itched to grab onto something, so you shifted closer to Jungwon and clutched the front of his hoodie in your fists.
He smiled against your mouth as you rose on your toes and tilted your head to the side.
But then you realised something and hastily broke the kiss. Jungwon stared at you in confusion, but before he could ask what was wrong, you blurted, “I like you too.”
There was a pause. He didn’t say anything for a long moment, and you clarified, “I thought I should make that clear. I mean, you confessed but I didn’t confess back even though I felt the same way, and what if you somehow thought I wasn’t into you? I am into you, by the way. I’ve been crushing on you forever but I never knew how to say it. I think it has something to do with my pride—”
Jungwon swooped in for a second kiss and you melted in his arms. You could get used to the feeling of his lips on yours. They fit together perfectly.
He detached his mouth from yours and giggled. “I know, dummy.” Resting his forehead against yours and slipping a hand into yours, he continued, “Eunchae told me last week. She urged me to confess because she knew your stubbornness would never allow you to make the move. Once I combined that new information with Sunoo’s threat, I suddenly found myself extremely motivated to ask you out.”
“Eunchae told you what?!” you cried and jerked away from him. “Where’s my phone? Give me my damn phone, Yang!”
He grabbed your arms before you could lunge at him and send you both tumbling to the ground. “Relax!”
“I’m going to kill her!”
“Why?!”
“Because—” you sputtered, struggling to get out of his grip— “because it’s embarrassing! I was pretending to be cool and subtle about my crush but you knew the entire time!”
“It’s not embarrassing!” Jungwon exclaimed. “It’s normal—Y/N stop!”
You let your body fall limp in his arms. “Let me go. I wanna go home. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“You’re seriously not going to let Eunchae playing Cupid stop us from having our first date, are you?”
“Huh?” You blinked in confusion and moved out of his embrace to look at him. “Date?”
He shrugged and shoved his hands into his pockets, idly kicking a pebble. “It’s nothing special. I was going to ask if you wanted to go out for some food.”
“Oh,” you replied blankly. “Don’t you have a celebratory dinner with your team though?”
“I can ditch them.”
“You shouldn’t.”
“Let me correct myself: I already ditched them. I want to spend tonight and celebrate with you.”
Your heart swelled with happiness. You couldn’t remember the last time someone prioritised you. “Really?”
“Of course. Do you wanna get some McDonald’s?”
You nodded, but before the boy could reach the passenger’s side of your car, you called his name.
“Just so you know,” you said, “I feel the luckiest when I’m with you too.”
And that was how Yang Jungwon kissed you for the third time in ten minutes. And by no means was it the last, or even close to the last one you shared that day.
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