GOOD LITTLE GIRL
sometimes it felt like you were in a completely different world than yungyu. others called him bad, but you could hardly believe that. everything inside of you wanted to figure him out.
DISTANT LANDS AND OTHER ADVENTURES series
PAIRING lee yungyu x fem!reader WC 2.3k TAGS classmates to lovers. school au. bad boy yungyu. minor cussing. OMI NOTE this might be one of my favorite things i've written.. ever? i'm so soft for gyu, and his bad boy persona honestly takes the cake i don't know. this plot kind of reminds me of 'she fell first, but he fell harder.' also i might've snuck a ddlc reference in here w my multifandom ass..
immortality is a concept that defines eternal life, incapability of dying. and while in your world it didn’t exist, word about him never died. there were always rumors, people telling you that getting involved with him would ruin the perfect idea of yourself. despite this, it only intrigued you more.
school was alway the main source of gossip and other immature problems, half of it being completely untrue. word spread like wild fire, even when it didn’t make sense. so why was everyone so sure that lee yungyu was this bad influence? there were times when it was best to stay behind and not involve yourself in the uproar.
though you couldn’t help but stare, unable to figure him out. the corner of his mouth crinkling whenever he smiled, how he’d always do a peace sign when posing for photos. for the most part, maybe it was less about figuring him out, and more about just admiring the boy.
a stupid class crush wasn’t something you’d admit to, he never talked to you; and your closest friends convinced you that you must’ve been a lucky one.
but out of the corner of his eye, he always saw you staring. it wasn’t a secret to him that there was this odd curiosity peaking out of your skull. if anything, it was the final push to get him to talk to you.
it was an early morning, the trees outside were beginning to bloom this april. you always thought it was the prettiest time of the year, pink and white flowers littering the long branches. a lot of the time, arriving to classes early gave you a sense of responsibility.
the air was calm, and you could focus better on any assignments you might’ve missed the night before. there were a few stragglers here and there, making the classroom less empty on these occasions. yet you appreciated when it was just yourself.
today was no excuse. all of your things were sprawled out on your desk while you busied yourself in your notebooks. responding to questions that were left unanswered on your worksheets, planning out the rest of your day, and listening to the soft knocks on the door in front of you.
wait, knocks on the door in front of you?
the knob turned slowly as lee yungyu poked his head inside to search around. not a single teacher was in sight, though there was a cute girl sitting at one of the desks, staring at him wide eyed. his expression softened upon seeing you with all your stationary spread out.
he let himself in, letting the door quietly shut behind him. at first, you were confused why someone like him was in school at this hour. wasn’t being super late with some comedic timing apart of his whole brand? it was new, but you tried to act like you weren’t shocked.
resuming what you were originally doing, it was in your best attempt to ignore the boys presence. clicking the end of your pen, you continue to scribble nonsense on your paper. though it became almost impossible as you heard the sound of a chair dragging across the floor.
looking up from the desk, his dark eyes met yours. but in retrospect, he was nothing near intimidating up close. he sat himself down and smiled at you before he spoke.
“hi, you must be y/n, right?” your name flowed off his tongue perfectly, sending a small shiver down your spine.
“ah.. yes. you’re lee yungyu.” you respond shyly.
“oh? so you know me as well then.” yungyu smirked, crossing his arms atop the table.
“well, you’re nothing short of infamous in school.” you mention, making him quirk an eyebrow.
“word gets around too quickly here. the school year barely started.” he sighed, leaning back in his chair.
“there isn’t much else to expect from our classmates. i could only imagine what you’ve heard about me.”
“i’ve heard nothing but good things.” he told you, “you’re too innocent to get yourself into any trouble.”
“what’s that supposed to mean?” you question.
“nothing! i was just saying.”
“right..”
“you know, we’re not strangers anymore. so how about friends?” he proposes out of the blue.
“huh? why so suddenly?” you tilt your head like a lost puppy, only earning a light laugh from him.
“i’ve seen you staring at me. it only made me more curious about you.” he admits, making your heart drop to your feet, “it’s cute.”
“cute..?”
“i said what i said. so, friends?”
“okay, friends.” you agree hesitantly, tapping your fingers on the desk.
“great. how about you come with me to yoonsung hyung’s party in the woods tonight and hang out? heard it was gonna be pretty cool.” he asks.
“yoonsung? as in student council yoonsung?”
“that’s him.”
“i didn’t think he threw parties like that.” you mumble, thinking about the responsible boy.
“are we talking about the same yoonsung? he loves planning things, and i’d like to say we’re pretty close.” he tells you, picking up one of your pencils.
“that’s interesting then.” you comment, “i didn’t know the two of you were friends.”
“you must not have been stalking me hard enough then.” he jokes, drawing little stars on your notebook.
“hey!”
“i’m just teasing you. you don’t have to be so tense around me. though i am shocked you agreed to hang out with me.”
“i didn’t exactly agree to anything yet, yungyu.” you claim, erasing his stars.
“i know you’re going to say yes to me.” he looks at you intently, almost as if he’s trying to brainwash you into agreeing.
“maybe if i could get this work done by the end of the day.” you grumbled.
“boring. what are you working on anyways?” he picks up your paper to read the print, it was a rough draft of something you were writing.
“the writing homework we were assigned yesterday. i was just trying to finish it up but i haven’t liked what i’ve made so far.” you groan, snatching the paper out of his hands
“if you try so hard to make things perfect, you won’t make much progress. just write things down and fix it up later.”
“that.. that is actually pretty inspiring. aren’t you supposed to be some bad guy?”
“what did you want me to do? rip up your paper and tell you how shit of a job you were doing?”
“okay, i didn’t mean it like that–”
“y/n!” a voice called out to you, sounding very obviously distressed.
two girls appeared in the classroom, sliding the door open with ease upon seeing you with yungyu. they look almost scared for you, and after the short conversation you’ve had with your new friend, you see no reason as to why.
you glance back from your friends to him, and all he does is grin at you. ‘that’s my cue’ he mouths silently, barely peaking a whisper.
he sits up from his seat while the girls rush towards you. in the middle of this, he takes his hand and swipes your pencil pouch on the floor, watching as all the pastel highlighters and pen scatter on the floor.
“see you tonight, y/n.” he slings one of his backpack straps over his shoulder, leaving you with your friends.
“what were you doing hanging out with him?” one frowns, kneeling down to help pick up your things.
“if he was bothering you i can tell a teacher! he’s bad news..” another one whines, squeezing your cheeks to make sure you’re okay.
“i’m fine guys, don’t worry.” you mutter, sliding out of your chair to gather the remains of your materials on the floor.
“i hope you didn’t let him convince you to go to that party.”
“our y/nnie is too kind to turn someone down, but it’s for your own good..”
was all of this for your own good? their words were like knives, only deepening the cut of curiosity. everyone called him bad, but you could hardly believe that. the past thirty minutes were living proof that there was so much more to him.
regardless of their words, you felt determined to go with him to that party. there was a high chance it would help you figure out who he really was behind this twisted persona people made of him.
the forest was dark and empty, only a small beacon of light in the distance that you walked towards. there was no saying why you let a boy you had only met mere hours ago lead you through the towering trees.
leaves crunched below your hesitant feet, the only evidence that a living body has been through these depths. the grip yungyu had on your hand was almost enough to be scared of him, but it was mostly reassuring. he just didn’t want to lose sight of you.
as the party grew near, sparkling string lights weaved their way through the branches. they glistened in your eyes like stars. the chatter of people grew more audible, and before you knew it, the scene overwhelmed you.
food, drinks, a boom box, and a multitude of your classmates all gathered to have a fun time. your first party didn’t seem as scary as your friends drawn it out to be, and his presence didn’t make it any less intimidating.
“this looks fun, come on.” he pointed out, taking you farther into the crowd.
“there’s so many people here.” you add, making your way through the large group of party - goers.
“wouldn’t expect much less from yoonsung. he knows everybody.”
you replied with a nod, still holding onto his cold hand. there was a small spot amongst everyone in the middle, where you both stayed put.
people were dancing along to the music, similar to the way the flowers swayed against the wind in the spring time. suddenly, he unlaced his fingers from yours and placed them on his shoulders, snaking his own around your waist.
“do you dance?” he says quiet enough only for you to hear.
“ahm.. not really, i’ve never been good at it.”
“then follow my lead.”
“oh– okay!” you stammered, making him giggle at your obedience.
“eager, aren’t we?” he mentioned casually, “you know that i’m bad, yet you’re spending the night with me.”
“you’re the one that invited me out, stupid.” you pout, looking away from him.
“but you still couldn’t keep your eyes off of me, could you?” his hold around you tightened, pulling you closer to him. a blush crawled its way across your face.
“it wasn’t even like that!”
“what do you want from my world anyways? you’re just a good little girl.”
“and you’re supposed to be a bad little boy? that’s what you act like, but i don’t buy a second of it.” you argue playfully, “and even if you were like that, why do you want to hang out with me?”
“jeez, picking a fight with me already? i’m bad, but definitely not little.” he bites his tongue.
“not a fight, just trying to figure you out.” you admit, letting your tone turn slightly serious.
“what’s there to know when everything you’ve heard about me is probably true anyways?” he scoffs.
“that you make girls run away sobbing? that you graffitied the principals car over break? that you used to be some kind of bully?” you reply, “or maybe do you have feelings like everyone else and just don’t know how to handle them?”
“god, that got deep.” he laughed nervously, “you might be the realest person i’ve ever met.”
“you’re not so bad, you know.”
“not so bad? you barely even scraped the surface, it’s not something i have to try at. you on the other hand..”
“i’m not trying to be bad, yungyu. i’m hanging out with you because you’re my friend now, right?”
“from stalkers to friends to lovers, sounds like some weird fanfiction.” he teases.
“when are you gonna let that go?!” you grumble, letting your head fall forward into his chest.
“i’ll let it go whenever we get to that last part.”
“pfft.. what…?” you try to play it off.
removing your head from the spot on his chest, he’s already peering down at you; glancing from the plump of your lips back to your eyes. he moves a hand to place on your crown, gently forcing your head to tilt upwards to look at him.
and from all the things you’ve heard about yungyu, the one true thing was that eye contact with him could kill. it made you squirm in your spot against him, feeling a weird tension in your soul.
“you have a thing for me, it’s kind of obvious.”
“oh my god don’t say that out loud! it’s already weird that i’m here with you” you squeal, covering his mouth with your palm.
“so you’re not denying it?” his words are muffled.
“why do you always say such confusing things?! i don’t know if i like you yungyu, we’ve barely been talking for a full day.” you take your hand away with furrowed eyebrows.
“you know, you influenced me to pay closer attention to you. i guess you could say it gave me the crushes, i just wanted to see if you’d admit you had them too.” he confessed.
“you’re crazy, gyu.”
“am i really, though?” he muttered, tilting your chin to angle himself inches away from you.
it made you freeze up, a weird whirlwind of emotions floating throughout your stomach to make you sick. there weren’t enough synonyms for flustered that you could think of, but you didn’t pull away.
why didn’t you pull away?
the answer was that you couldn’t, after scrutinizing him for months, he was finally in front of you where you wanted him. and that made you realize how simple everything was, laid out perfectly after playing your cards right.
he was a person, and people are weird. they’re compelled to do crazy shit, and yungyu wasn’t an exception, you understood this.
when you didn’t flinch, nor wiggle in an endeavor to escape, he closed the small gap between you two. it was only a few seconds, not a single person nearby paying any attention. but the spark you felt was so real.
“wanna admit it now?” he smiles, pulling away from the heat of your lips.
“in your dreams, lee yungyu.”
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