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— ✩ falling, fallen | seungmin x reader (ongoing series)
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“do the project with me.”
you froze on the spot, staring at his arm which gripped the chair once again, covered with his navy jacket sleeve and stopping you from leaving.
“what?” you demanded, stepping back and meeting his brown eyes, covered by his thin blonde bangs. by this time many of the remaining students in the lecture hall had stopped to listen to your conversation, probably wanting to get front row seats to some university tea.
seungmin only shrugged in return. “i don’t have a partner,” he quirked his thumb towards the six other guys in his group, who were bickering about something behind him in their chairs. you assumed that they had already paired themselves up. lucky them.
you rolled your eyes. “don’t you have other friends in the class? ask them, you idiot,” you tried to walk past him again, unsuccessful once more.
his arm had returned to the chair. “well, you don’t have a partner either, do you?” seungmin raised a single eyebrow, his eyes still on you.
you sighed. he had a point, you didn’t.
but you couldn’t give in.
never in a million years would you work on a project with your sworn rival since high school, kim seungmin.
“that doesn’t give you a reason to partner up with me,” you countered, scowling at him.
seungmin scoffed in return. “you’re just so dumb sometimes,” he crossed his arms and rolled his eyes.
“i’m not a mirror.” this time, you successfully walked past him, taking advantage of his arm-crossing.
“hey! i just don’t have a partner, and i need one,” he followed closely behind you, whining like a child.
you rushed out of the lecture hall and into the bustling campus sidewalk, looking around with your hand above your forehead to shield the blinding sun.
when you looked back after a few moments, seungmin was still standing a bit behind you, arms crossed again and lips pursed.
“you’ll fail without a partner,” seungmin stated simply, eyebrows raised.
you heart dropped. he knew grades were your weakness. you’d do anything to get a good grade on any school assignment.
but in the present moment, you wanted to give up on that one simple A+, the satisfying 100/100.
running away was on the long list of things you wanted to do right now.
however, losing an argument was not on that list.
“shut up, you’re so annoying,” you muttered, determined to win over the argument. you start to walk away towards your next destination, wanting to ditch seungmin, when your wrist was grabbed.
the sudden movement caused you to stumble back and struggled to maintain your balance.
another hand, from the same person whose arm was on your wrist, flew to your other arm, catching you just in time.
your eyes widened as you turned back and saw seungmin.
with one hand still wrapped around your wrist.
he let go of your arm when you regained your balance.
“what are you—” you were cut off when he lifted your hand and dropped a piece of paper into your palm. you frowned, confused as you stared at the paper.
“call me if you change your mind,” seungmin closed your fingers around the piece of paper and shrugged nonchalantly.
you were left standing there, skin tingling and cheeks burning as you watch him walk away and back into the lecture hall.
what in the world just happened?
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that day, you gave up—temporarily, as you may add—on your lifelong vow to be antisocial.
you texted every person who was at the lecture that morning, asking if they wanted to partner up for the project assigned.
as long as anyone said yes, anyone else, you could escape from working with seungmin.
kim freaking seungmin.
you swore on your single relationship status that you would never work with him.
but you got more and more anxious after every “oh sorry, i have a partner already” or any variation of that statement from a classmate, popping up on your phone screen. it didn’t help that much when a large amount of people didn’t even respond.
as you went down the list, the amount of remaining students you had to text decreasing slowly, a feeling of dread creeped into your stomach.
this couldn’t happen.
that denying statement was proved wrong when you reached the end of the list, and a girl politely turned down your offer to work together.
you ended up laying face down on the bed in your single-person dorm, rethinking all your life decisions.
you groaned as you flipped onto your back, death staring the ceiling and hoping it would crumble down on you any second.
plot twist: it didn’t.
when you finally decided to sit up, you grabbed your phone from the bedside table with the piece of paper seungmin had given you earlier that day. it turned out to be his phone number, scrawled across it in a rush.
your face curled up in resentment as you realized you’d have to call or text him.
hopefully, text would work. your stomach churned at the thought of calling seungmin.
you typed in his number onto your phone and added him to your contacts—which you would have never done if given a choice, obviously.
you tapped on the “text” button and your mouth turned up into a sneer when the words “kim seungmin has notifications silenced” popped up.
well, what a surprise. how shocking. for someone as social as him, it was surprise if he even turned off his phone, much less turned off notifications.
scoffing, you turned to the only solution that had a chance of working right now.
your thumb hovered over the “call number” button on the top of the screen, a nervous feeling suddenly seeping into you.
your stomach felt like it was a bucket dropping slowly to the bottom of the well.
you took a deep breath before tapping on the button and putting your phone to your ear. someone picked up after a few rings.
but before the person on the other end of the line could say anything, you spoke.
“when do you want to start working on the project?”
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never in a thousand years would you have imagined yourself walking towards the university library to work on a partnered project.
nor would you have imagined that the person you were working on the project with was kim seungmin.
it was a sunny day, and you and seungmin had agree—after an argument, of course—to work at the library starting the weekend after you reluctantly gave in to working on the project with him in the name of your grades.
and only in the name of your grade.
you checked the time on your watch as you ran up the stairs to the university library. it was just past noon.
backpack slung over one shoulder and a binder in your arms, you entered the sleek modern building, university students scattered around in front of tables and bookshelves.
you looked around for the blonde you’re supposed to meet, but he was nowhere in sight and you took an empty table near a window, placing your backpack under the table. sighing, you then left to look for some books related to the project.
books of different shapes, colors, and sizes lined the old bookshelves of the university. even though the library was generally cleaned on a regular basis, the wooden material of the bookshelves indicated its old age, intertwined with the its long history.
you slide your fingers gently along the book spines as you walk through the rows of shelves in the library, searching for the books you needed.
15 minutes later, you only needed one left.
after walking back and forth through the different rows, scouting for the familiar brown cover, you ended up staring up at it, nestled in the top level of the bookshelf.
which conveniently turned out to be way higher than what your height could reach.
talk about being short.
you frantically looked around in the next few rows for a ladder or stool of some sort to let you reach the book, but it had no result. you returned to the row where the book belonged.
you cringed as you tried to stand up on your tiptoes, straining your neck and arm to get the book. people behind threw you curious glances, and your cheeks reddened of embarrassment.
just as you were about to give up and ask a library volunteer to help, a hand from behind you snatched the book right out of its place on the shelf.
“hey! that was my—“ you spun around, facing the culprit.
only to be cut off when you realized that you were staring up at a certain blond whose face was dangerously close to yours.
you could practically count every strand of his bangs that brushed against his eyelashes.
your face burned up when you realized you were staring at his face. you step out of your previous position with him leaning over you, coughing awkwardly, temperature rising strangely quick.
“so, when’d you get here?” you stare at the ground, cheeks still red, and gripping the side of the bookshelf.
seungmin straightened up his posture. he raised the book, which was now in his hand, patting it on your head and resulting in a scowl from you.
“just now,” he shrugged and shoved his free hand inside his pocket. “i got some coffee for us from downstairs.”
you roll your eyes at him. “we better start studying, you dummy, or i’m leaving your group.” you promptly stalked away towards the library tables.
you forcefully push down the strange feeling that had just entered your stomach as you walked away.
when you reached the spot you scouted earlier, seungmin dropped his own backpack onto the ground, two cups of coffee were sitting on the table. you grabbed both and read the orders as you sat down, a printed sticker stuck onto the paper material of the cup.
“this one’s yours,” he pointed to one of the cups.
“latte with a shot of vanilla? how’d you know it’s my usual?” i frowned, confused.
“oh, uh—” seungmin nervously laughed. “i didn’t know that, i just ordered something i thought you’d like.”
you looked at him, clueless. he took his plain white out of your hands and took a sip, leaving only the latte within your grip.
“so, let’s get started, shall we?” seungmin fished his laptop out of his bag as he sat down across from you.
you nod, sliding the coffee away from me and grabbing a book from the pile.
the next hour was filled with silent note-taking and researching, although your mind kept traveling to the moment at the bookshelves earlier.
it was as if your body had been charged with a kind of energy, which caused your body to react in strange ways that you’d never felt before.
your stomach had been very weirdly tingly somehow, and your cheeks would not cool down no matter how many deep breaths you took.
seungmin suddenly reaches for his coffee next to his notebook, the movement causing you to look up at him with the tip of your pen mid-sentence on your own notebook.
you observe the blond, unbeknownst to himself.
he’s sitting so that you can see his side profile clearly. his eyes are focused on the book, which he’s holding one-handedly, coffee cup in the other one.
the sun seeping from the window hits seungmin’s face at the perfect angle, making it look like he was glowing. it reflects on the surface of his eyes, as if his eyes were filled with bright stars.
it was strangely… mesmerizing.
“you want a picture?”
you snap out of your thoughts, face reddening for the nth time today.
“huh?” you frown at seungmin, who was now looking at you.
“i mean, you’ve been staring for quite a while now,” he smirks and sets the coffee cup back onto the table. “a picture lasts longer, you know.”
you scowl at him. “no thanks.” you immediately stand up after. “i’m going to go to the bathroom,” you inform him then walk away.
the second you reach the bathroom, you go in front of the mirror across the wall in front of the sinks.
you splash water onto your face, attempting to refresh yourself and snap out of whatever the hell just happened.
y/n, what was that?? what the just happened to you?
all the weird ways you were reacting to the simplest gestures from seungmin, they didn't make sense.
seungmin was your rival.
you hated him.
but unbeknowst to you, there would be a question that you would come across and be forced to ponder on soon:
did you really?
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the chatter of students filled the lecture hall.
the dark blue cushioned seats in the curved rows bent into a semicircle around a small stage filled as the minutes ticked, nearing 9 o'clock. it signified the first class in the spring semester for students enrolled in the humanities major at seoul university.
you were one of these students.
a laptop and many papers were laid in front of you on the light wooden table that extended in your long row of seats, nearing the middle of the hall. every now and then you raised your wrist to check the small watch there, watching the small arm rotate around the round object, nearing the start of the lecture with every swift tick.
the chatter throughout the large hall suddenly grew louder as several loud voices joined in. the door swung open and a group of guys’ laughter filled the hall, echoing in the big room. the majority of people who were quietly waiting for the lecture to start looked back towards the door of the lecture hall with an annoyed glance, unhappy that peace and quiet was even further from being achieved.
you glanced back, annoyed as well, but you added an eye roll and a small scoff when you realized who was responsible for contributing to the noise.
a group of guys, well known to everyone not only in the humanities major, but throughout the entire campus. though you knew who they were and hated them for all the trouble they caused, there was one person in that group you hated in particular, more than the others.
seungmin.
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"you dumbass."
"you idiot."
"how about you take your brain and shove it up your butt?"
"which part of it?"
"oh, just shut up, you're so annoying."
these conversations and nicknames had been spoken on a (nearly) daily basis, from you to seungmin and from seungmin to you. back and forth.
you both had known each other since high school, both top students competing against each other to get better marks, to get into better universities than each other. you often strived to overdo each other when it came to almost anything related to grades.
this was also what landed you two in the roles of academic rivals automatically.
he was the person who was utterly annoying, while you were the person he annoyed regularly. you were supposed to hate him, and you did.
when you graduated from high school, you’d hoped to escape from him, to get into a different university and part ways with the annoying guy who nagged at you 24/7, played pranks on you, and called you names whenever you saw each other. every time this happened you would just scoff and roll your eyes then walk away, too tired to play along to his childish games. you applied to every good university you could find, hoping the one that offered the highest scholarship would not be the one seungmin went to as well.
in other words, good riddance.
at the end of the june before you were supposed to start school, seoul university accepted your application. with a half-paid scholarship.
which was the best you could have hoped for, considering that seoul university was one of the best in the country.
you practically screamed of happiness when you opened your laptop that day to find that email there, sitting in your inbox.
you were cheerful for a whole week after you accepted the university’s invitation—
until another series of events started.
how unlucky could you get?
“hey idiot, you’re going to seoul university too?”
your wishing had not worked. that extremely annoying voice broke your false hope once again.
seungmin.
you were going to die.
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the group of boys continued down the aisle in the lecture hall, ignorant to all the glances everyone was giving them. you turned back and scowled at your laptop, crossing your arms over your chest.
you had hated seungmin for his antics and teasing since high school, and you weren’t going stop now, in your second year of university. you were immune to his charms, unlike the majority of girls, who would probably swoon for any guy who was tall, good-looking and played any sport.
suddenly the hall went quiet and you straightened up as our professor came onto the stage, arranging papers on the podium and adjusting the microphone attached to it. she looked around the hall, spotting the seven guys who were in the middle of an aisle and still had not sat down. she scowled and narrowed her eyes at them.
“boys in the back, find a seat in 10 seconds or it’s out of the hall for you,” professor cho said in an authoritative tone through the microphone.
at this, the guys froze and started fumbling to find seats. you almost burst out laughing at their actions.
“for heaven’s sake, boys, there is a perfectly empty row of seats right behind you,” the professor deadpanned, not even hiding her impatience at this point.
this time, you were the one who froze at your professor’s words. that was your row. the row you were sitting in. you quietly cursed under your breath. what a great way to start off the spring semester.
you cringed internally as the guys shifted their gaze towards you. you could practically feel the amount of smugness radiating off all of them as you heard shuffling next to you and then quiet bickering.
as the professor promptly started the lecture, you stole a glance at the seven guys just two seats away, still messing around with each other. you wondered how seungmin could keep up with his grades all the while being so carefree.
frowning, you grabbed your pen, starting to take notes and concentrating on the speaking professor.
two and a half hours passed like ten minutes, in the blink of an eye.
“students, i’m going to assign a project that will revolve around all of you for the entire spring semester,” the professor announced near the end of the lecture, in a better mood since the start.
“you will be partnered with another person, two people per group,” all the students’ immediate whispers began.
professor cho proceeded to explain the project.
“this project is a very important one that will cost you a big portion of your grade, so this is not to be messed around with,” she continued, ignoring everyone’s groans around the lecture hall about stress due to schoolwork.
“i trust you will all choose your partners wisely, thank you,” with that, the collective sound of chairs being pushed back started as the professor disappeared off the stage.
sighing, you stuffed your things back into your bag. if there was one thing you hated in school, it was partnered projects and assignments. wanting to be alone and avoiding social contact sure wasn’t as easy in school.
you stood up and heaved your bag onto your shoulder, heading towards the end of the row to get out of the hall until someone stopped you.
if you said you were straight-up unlucky, you certainly would not be lying. experiencing an unfortunate series of events at the most unexpected times was probably a gift or something from above. or below, whatever.
“hey, idiot,” it was seungmin.
of course he had to come to you with his extremely annoying presence at this very inconvenient time. you should have figured, knowing your luck when you were around him.
you looked up, sighing. he was standing directly in the middle of the aisle, both hands gripping the tables on either side of him, blocking your path.
“what do you want?” you asked impatiently, in a rush to get to your next destination.
seungmin leaned onto one of the tables and smirked.
a smirk that could probably make many girls on campus, excluding you, as you might add, faint to the ground on the spot.
you had started to try and get past the annoying blonde when he suddenly spoke.
“do the project with me.”
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before he came into your life, you were completely fine left alone.
you were a smart kid, always top of your class and bringing home full marks on tests and all sorts of assessments. you got better grades than all the other kids in your class, and you knew it. you were proud of yourself, hearing all the praises and compliments everyone gave you.
until he came along.
he was just a new transfer student who recently moved from another city. you paid no attention to him, since he wasn’t in your class - he was in the one next to yours. in fact, he was just another normal student to you… until one thing happened.
in 9th grade, midterms took place in the school. you were confident that you’d get top in your class, like you had always done, and possibly even top of your grade. knowing so, you took the tests with your usual confidence and steadiness.
after the few days of midterms, you went on with your life without a second care. you never worried about your grades - you already knew you’d get good ones, per the usual. so, you were just as carefree and confident as always after midterms, like they were just any other exam you’d aced.
in the following week, when all midterms were finished, you looked forward to seeing your name on the top of the leaderboard, as usual, when the teacher announced highest scores.. you could already hear it — l/n y/n, the first name on the list.
until the words on your teacher spoke weren’t your name. it was someone else’s.
kim seungmin.
you were speechless as your teacher went down the list, placing your grade in second place. this was the first time something like this had happened.
that was also the first time you ever paid attention to the boy in the class next to yours.
a/n : i intended to make this longer but i really lost motivation for this one JDHSJDLJS so here’s the intro to what was supposed to be an actual story!! this is my first time uploading my writing so i hope this is okay!! i apologize it’s super short
Both of you sat quietly in a flower meadow. A place only the two of you knew.
Ever since you stumbled upon it as kids, you were mesmerized by its beauty. You hung out there everyday, playing among the colorful flowers. It treasured your most precious memories.
The warm rays of the sun beamed on the two of you.
It shone over Jeongin’s, allowing him to glow. He was a masterpiece. But in your eyes, he didn’t need a light to let him shine. He was like a star in your night sky.
You’ve never had experience with love, but you knew you felt something with him.
Others often described love to come with a tingly feeling, butterflies filling your stomach.
For you, however, it was different. Being with Jeongin gave you comfort. You felt safe. There was no nervousness radiating between you guys.
You smile as the silence engulfs you. It wasn’t awkward in the slightest. Just his presence was enough for you, there was no need for words. It was the same for him as well, and you knew it.
You were skeptical of your feelings. Was it truly love? You weren’t sure. Although you couldn’t figure it out on your own, you never discussed it with anyone. Nor did you want to.
But it didn’t matter.
Whatever your friendship had become, you cherished it. You wanted to keep it. You didn’t want anything to change.
