jock!sunghoon x student council!reader ❄︎ you enforce rules. he breaks them like it’s a habit. until a party, a silence too long, and a line neither of them shouldve crossed. now they’re pretending it meant nothing. but neither of them are good at lying.
MASTERLIST || GENRE enemies to lovers, campus romance, both reader and sunghoon are 21, dual pov obsession, emotional friction, hockey!sunghoon, not proofread ! , teasing, spicy, mentioning of alcohol, kissing, profanity, a little smau
mimi’s ⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗ note : part twooooo!! if you haven’t read part 1, please click the title and it will direct you to part 1! (pretty short, go give it a read 😋) this is a little more challenging 👀👀 i honestly can’t wait to write this oh my🤭 good luck lovesss
i locked my phone and tossed it to the side, jaw tightening slightly at the last message niki sent sitting in my head.
‘did you dream about her?’
i sighed, getting up from my bed, the room was silent except for the hum of my alarm clock and the distant noise coming from outside of my dorm.
i ran my fingers through my hair and stood.
i tied the laces of my shoes tighter than necessary, like pressure alone could keep everything in place.
the mirror in front of me didn’t say anything useful. it never did.
just me, half dressed routine, black hoodie, training joggers, hair still damp from the shower, with a pair of black glasses.
normal, controlled. the kind of normal that only exists right before something goes wrong.
i grabbed my phone off the dresser and checked once.
i didn’t need noise right now. i needed execution.
the energy outside my dorm was alive. when i stepped out, footsteps echoed, the usual chaos of campus that didn’t know it was standing on a deadline.
i kept walking anyway, hands in my pocket, like i wasn’t carrying the entire season in my head.
by the time i reached the arena locker room, i could hear them before i saw them.
niki was the first one to spot me.
“yo,” he called out, leaning back against the bench, stretched arms like he owned the place. “captain’s finally awake.”
i didn’t respond immediately. just dropped my bag beside my locker and started unzipping.
he grinned anyway. “start what? i didn’t say anything.”
that got a few laughs from the others.
jake was taping his wrists across the room, glancing up with that same annoying curiosity he always had when he knew something was going on.
“you sure you heard sunghoon in his sleep niki? bro looks like he hasn’t slept.”
“i swear i did! he was like—“
“i didn’t sleep well.” i said simply.
that shut him up for half a second.
jungwon tilted his head, watching me like i was something mildly intertaning.
“still thinking about her?”
the room shifted just slightly. not enough to stop moving, but enough to feel it.
i paused with my gloves in my hands.
then continued putting them on.
that alone was enough for them to laugh again.
“sure.” niki muttered under his breath, but he didn’t push it any further.
i closed my locker harder than necessary.
“focus,” i said, more to myself than them. “we have a lot to focus on today.”
that actually pulled the energy back where it needed to be. practice talk. drills. timing. setup. real things. things that i could control.
heeseung stood from the bench, rolling his shoulders. “we’re good on supplies tonight?”
“check the list.” i said, grabbing my stick. “lights, speakers, ice cubes. tables everything gets delivered at 3.”
“and security?” sunoo asked.
that part mattered more than anything.
it wasn’t a lie. not exactly. just not fully explained.
because security wasn’t the problem. the problem was approval. control. the person sitting behind the table thinking she could decide what this team deserves.
i shut that thought down.
“listen up,” i said, louder now.
i stepped forward, stick resting against the floor.
“this isn’t just an ‘end-of-season’ thing. we’re not doing this for fun.”
no one interrupted. i could feel them listening now.
“if this works, we’re fine next year. if it doesn’t, we don’t get another chance to fix it.”
that part landed. niki stopped smiling.
i exhaled once, then straightened.
“so we do right. no mistakes. no delays. no excuses.”
then jay and jake nodded, both saying “got it,” in unison.
the others followed after that, ome by one the energy started shifting into something sharper. more focused. less playful.
i slung my stuck over my shoulder and headed for the door, teammates following behind me.
as we walked out, niki caught up beside me, lowering his voice just enough that only i could hear.
“she’s gonna show up y’know.”
“she has to,” i muttered.
he hummed like that wasn’t the answer he meant.
but i didn’t say anything else.
because the second i did , i might’ve admitted to already planning it.
the venue looked different in the daylight.
less like a party. more like a problem that needed solving.
i stepped out the car last, letting the door shut behind me while the rest of my team alreadt started pulling equipment out the trunk.
niki was the first to break silence.
“bro, this place is actually kinda big.” he said, looking up at the building like he was seeing the scale of it for the first time.
“yeah,” i said. “that’s the point.”
he huffed a laugh, but didn’t argue. we moved in without wasting time. no music, no chaos.
just footsteps and boxes and the sound of stuff getting dragged in and prepped.
this wasn’t the part people cared about.
but it mattered more than anything.
because this was where mistakes happened.
inside, the lighting was still cold and empty, tge kind of space that didn’t feel alive until it’s forced to.
heeseung was checking the sound system already. jay was arguing with someone about cable placement. sunoo was labeling supply crates like it was an exam.
normal. controlled. functional.
i liked it better when things were controlled.
“everything’s on schedule,” jake called out, glancing at his phone. “deliveries hit in an hour. we’re ahead.”
“stay ahead.” i demanded.
i crossed the floor slowly, scanning everything. something about this space made it feel louder than it was.
like it was already waiting for something to go wrong.
niki appeared beside me again, hands in his pockets this time.
“you know you’re gonna hate this right?,”
“she doesn’t have to like it,” i said. “she just has to show up.”
he made a sound like he was thinking about saying more.
a voice came from behind us.
he was holding his phone, screen still lit.
“what do you mean, ‘she’s coming’?
sunoo hesitated for a half a second too long before answering.
“compliance confirmed it. student council assigned supervision.”
silence hit the room after that.
not loud. not dramatic. just immediate.
like someone had drew a line across everything we had done.
niki let out a low whistle. “oh.”
didn’t ask why she was assigned. i didnt need to.
because i already knew what it meant.
if she was here officially, she couldn’t shut it down halfway through.
which meant… she was stuck watching it happen.
i exhaled slowly through my nose.
jay looked over at me. “good?”
“then everything goes exactly as planned.”
nothing went exactly as planned.
the first guest started arriving an hour later. by six, the venue looked completely different.
music echoed through the building. conversations overlapped. people’s moved from room to room carrying drinks and disposable cameras like final season didn’t exist.
i should’ve been paying attention to any of that. instead, i kept checking the entrance.
once. twice. then enough times that i stopped counting.
which was exactly why i missed her the first time.
niki’s voice came somewhere beside me.
clipboard tucked against her side. student council badge clipped neatly to the front of her blazer. her eyes scanned the room the way mines had all afternoon. counting exits, noticing details, looking for something that could go wrong.
“you gonna keep staring or…?” niki questions.
“i’m making sure she’s doing her job.” i said immediately.
niki gets quiet for a second.
i hate it when he does that.
i looked away first. there were more important things to pay attention to.
guests were still coming in through the front entrance, the music had gotten louder. somewhere across the room, jay was arguing with the DJ over the volume.
i made it three steps before i heard her.
i stopped. slowly, i looked over my shoulder. she was standing exactly where i’d left her. clipboard still tucked against her side.
“you plan on ignoring me all night?” she questions.
she huffed, glancing towards the drink station.
“those extension cords need to be taped down.”
“theyre a tripping hazard.”
“theyre against the wall.”
“they’re still a tripping hazard.
“you came here to start problems, didn’t you?”
“i came here because your team has a history of creating them.”
i narrowed my eyes slightly, clearing my throat.
“you always assume the worst about us.”
she met my eyes, her stare intense.
“i’ve never been given a reason not to.”
my jaw tightened. i hope she hadn’t caught it.
i change the subject. “walk with me.”
she frowned. “that wasn’t a request,” she says golding her arms across her chest.
she stared at me for another second, waiting for an explanation.
instead, i turned toward the back hallway.
a moment later, i hear footsteps behind me. i fought the urge to smile.
the music faded the farther we walked from the main floor. it was quieter back here. just muffled bass bleeding through the walls and the occasional laughter echoing from somewhere down the hall.
“you know i’m still working.”
“so if i find something wrong…”
“you’ll right me up.” i sighed.
her pen paused over the clipboard.
“… you’re taking this surprisingly well.”
“i don’t really have a choice.” she glances at me.
i laughed under my breath.
“you think i’m impossible?” i questioned.
“i think you’re exhausting.”
“i’ll take that over boring.”
“you don’t get to choose.”
we made it towards the emergency exit. she immediately stepped past me, checking the crash bar before pushing the door open.
she scribbled something on her board.
“you also told me those extension cords werent a tripping hazard.”
“but they literally are.” she argues.
“they’re taped down now.”
“that’s because i told you to.”
“…you always need the last word?”
she didn’t even hesitate.
i shook my head, smiling despite myself. we continued down the hallway until she suddenly stopped.
my shoulder nearly bumps into hers. “what?”
she wasn’t looking at me anymore.
she was staring at the row of sponsor banners hanging along the wall. each one had a qr code printed beneath it.
below them sat two clear donation boxes. half full.
her eyebrows pull together.
“…these werent in the proposal?”
she looked over. “what are they for?”
i leaned against the wall.
silence. she looked back at the banners.
i nodded once. “they said if we couldn’t prove community support, we’d probably lose next season.”
“it isn’t just a party.” the words left my mouth before i could stop it.
“it’s the only fundraiser we’re hosting before the budgeting meeting.”
her eyes lingered on the donation boxes.
“you couldn’t said that.”
“you wouldve approved it?”
she didn’t answer, because we both knew she wouldn’t have. after a long moment, she sighed.
“i denied it because i thought it would end the way these things usually do.”
“what way is that?” i questioned. she looked at me.
“they last hockey fundraiser i supervised ended with broken windows, three ambulances, and campus police.”
i blinked. “that wasn’t us…”
“then why punish us for it?” i scoffed.
her expression softened just enough to notice.
she looked around the venue.
“i’m trying to make sure nobody gets hurt.”
for the first time all night. i beleive her.
neither of us spoke, the music downstairs carried through the walls in soft waves.
she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear before looking back at her clipboard.
“so far…” she clicked her pen.
“…youve exceeded my expectations.”
i raised an eyebrow. “is that a compliment?”
a smile naturally pulled at the corner of my mouth.
“i think you’re imagining things.”
she stepped closer without realizing it.
“no…” she tilted her head. “i’m pretty sure that’s a smile…”
she was close enough to now i could see the hallway lights reflecting in her eyes.
neither of us moved and neither of us said anything. for the first time since we’d met…
there wasn’t an argument waiting between us. just silence.
comfortable enough that neither one of us rushed to break it.
jake’s voice echoed from somewhere downstairs.
“there you are! we need you!”
the moment shattered. she took a step back first, i cleared my throat.
she nodded once, already looking back at her clipboard.
i walked away. but halfway through the hallway–i caught myself smiling again.
by the time i made it back downstairs, the place was packed.
the fundraiser was working.
students crowded around the donation table. someone was buying raffle tickets. the merch table we’d spend two hours setting up that afternoon had a line.
jake waved me over from across the room.
“we’re almost out of the first box of shirts.”
i looked towards the table and half the inventory was gone.
i feel like we might actually pull this off.
she was standing near the donation table now, watching the students scan the qr codes taped besides it.
she wasn’t writing anything… she was just watching.
sunoo followed my line of sight. “i think she gets it now.”
i didn’t answer because i wasn’t looking at the fundraiser anymore. i was looking at her.
and fod the first time since we’d met. she didn’t look like she wanted to shut us down.
“captain!” jake’s voice pulled me back. “we hit five grand!”
he turned the table towards me, the donation total. five thousand, one hundred and twenty three dollars.
for a second nobody said anything.
then niki yelled. then the whole room erupted.
someone turned the music louder. jay threw an arm around heeseung’s shoulder sloppily. even sunoo smiled, shaking his head as more notifications rolled across the screen.
we weren’t just there yet. but we were close.
i looked up automatically.
“you looking for somebody?” jungwon asked.
i ignored him and started toward the front entrance. she wasn’t by the donation table and she wasn’t checking exits.
“…we’re approaching occupancy.”
i rounded the corner. she stood between the entrance and the officer, clipboard tucked beneath her arm.
“we’re still under maximum capacity.”
“barely.” the officer spat.
“barely still counts.” she defends.
“if more people come in–“
“then we’ll stop letting people in.”
the officer hesitated. she continued before they could answer.
“there hasn’t been any incidents, violations, or injuries,” she pauses. “the event is operating within policy.”
i slightly frowned. she was defending us.
the police officer looked around one last time before nodding.
she lets out a slow breath, rubbing the bridge of her nose.
“you know…” i said. “i don’t think you saved this party.”
she turned around so fast i almost laughed.
“i wasn’t saving your party.”
“i was enforcing policy.”
she rolled her eyes. “don’t start.”
“i wasn’t going to.” i put my arms up in defense.
for a second, neither of us spoke. the w music echoed through the entrance every time the doors opened.
students laughing as they walked past us. she looked back towards the venue.
that caught me off guard. “about what?”
“it wasn’t just a party.”
i didn’t answer and she sighed.
i shook my head. “i shouldve explained it.”
“you are really impossible.”
“and you’re still exhausting.”
a smile tugged at the corner of her lips.
she stared at me for a second before shaking her head.
“i cant believe i’m saying yes.”
the night air was colder than i expected. the beats became distant behind us.
“i’ve been trying to figure you out,” i admitted.
“i thought you hated me.” i say.
“i thought you hated me.” she repeats.
“i’ll let you know tomorrow.”
“so i’ve been told.” i smile.
she shook her head, laughing again.
then she looked at me. like, really looked at me.
“i misjudged you.” she admitted.
“don’t ruin the moment.” she whispered yelled.
silence settled between us. neither of us moved.
“you know…” she said quietly. “i still think you’re a headache.
she smiled. “i don’t think you’re the problem anymore.
i don’t remember who closed the distance first. maybe it was me, maybe it was both of us.
my hands found her waist almost instantly, careful enough that i could’ve let go at any second.
like she was giving me every chance to step away. i didn’t and neither did she.
our lips met. slow. tentative.
that kind of kiss that asked more questions than it answered.
i pull her closer towards me, her warmth shadowing over my coldness and her hands are steadily on my face as she deepens the kiss, my tongue playing with hers before she pulled away.
i blinked. “that wasn’t very professional.”
“it really wasn’t…” she says in between laughs.
“i cant believe that happened.” i blurt.
she looked everywhere but at me.
“you’re still a liability.”
“and you’re still exhausting.”
she rolled her eyes, but there wasn’t much conviction behind it this time.”
“i have to finish my inspection.
“and i have a fundraiser to run.”
neither of us moved. she laughed quietly, shaking her head.
“we’re pretending that didn’t happen.”
“if that’s what helps you sleep tonight.” i joked.
she held my gaze for another second, then turned around.
she made exactly four steps before stopping. without looking back, she spoke.
i watched until she disappeared back into the crowd.
niki appeared beside me. “you look…different?”
he squinted at me. “…annoyingly happy.”
“no idea what you’re talking about.”
he walked off before i could answer. i looked back towards the crowd one last time.
somewhere inside all of those people… she was pretending nothing had happened.”
neither of us was very good at pretending.
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