synopsis: It was supposed to be a joke. a simple experiment after one too many 'but what if we could' questions. but now the college golden boy is convinced he's in love with you--and you have to figure out a way to remind him he's not. unless, of course, the experiment isn't the reason he can't seem to leave you alone.
wc: tba
warnings: romcom, fluff and smut, humor, hockey captain!sunghoon, a lot of chemistry nonsense that is not realistic or accurate, sunghoon is a gentleman to the highest degree, love potion (?), severe yearning, reader is a bit oblivious, reader is a woman in stem, reader is down baddd (arent we all), one scene inspired by âbetter then the moviesâ (more tba) // p in v, fingering, oral f!receiving, multiple orgasms, dom!sunghoon (more tba)
ab thinks... helloooooo hereâs a teaser for agagtc!! i hope you all love it when it comes out because im having so much fun writing it <3
the playlist: "black magic" - little mix / "if only" - dove cameron / "slut" - taylor swift / "supernatural" - ariana grande / "ready to love" - seventeen
finished post
You cross your legs, pencil tapping against your chin as you read over the equations in your notebook. The experiment was nearly completedâbut you just couldnât figure out how to make sure its effects wore off. Beomgyu had suggested maybe substituting the sodium for something else, but you just werenât sure what.
Jungwon groans next to you, letting his forehead rest against the desk. âRemind me again why electives insist on giving more work than necessary? Like, why do I have to write a 15,000 word essay on the history of the internet?â
You snort, shaking your head slightly as the eraser of your pencil rubs furiously against your paper. âRemind me again why you chose to take a class on the internet?â
He lifts his head up, glaring at you the entire time. âI wasnât aware the curriculum included 15 page long think pieces on the significance of Damn Daniel.â
You really laugh at that, lips curling up in a cheeky smile.Â
You and Jungwon usually had nightly study sessions at the campus library. It was a good way to unwind while also getting some work done. Well, more like you were getting work done and he was decoding Vineâs cultural significance.Â
Itâs hard for you to focus though.
Park Sunghoon is considerably the most beautiful man youâve ever had the pleasure of seeing, with raven hair and a smile that stops girls in their tracks, he has officially claimed the title of Campus Golden Boy and local heartthrob.
So how can you be expected to focus when heâs sitting in front of you, looking like that?Â
Heâs wearing glasses, something you werenât even aware he needed, slightly hunched over his glowing computer screen with an adorable knit in his brow. The sight should be illegal, honestly.Â
You donât even notice youâre staring until Jungwon nudges your foot with his, a knowing smirk on his face. âIf you keep staring at him like that he might think thereâs something wrong with you.â
You immediately flush, forcing your gaze back onto your notebook and trying to ignore the fact that your ears have begun to burn something mean.
âI hate you.â You mumble, fully expecting Jungwon to reply with something witty, but it never comes. Instead, when you lift your gaze up, Sunghoon has left his table and begun to make a beeline for you.
Your eyes widen, throat already closing up and panic swelling deep in your chest. Youâd definitely been caught and now he was going to confront you about your stalker-like behavior. You briefly wonder how long it takes for the police to arrive when theyâre called, because he was definitely coming over to inform you that heâd done just that.
âStop looking like your five seconds away from combusting.â Jungwon whispers, tone strangely serious.
You do your best to straighten your posture and make it look like there werenât three-week-old eye bags under your eyes or a mysterious stain on your sweats, but itâs all futile when he flashes you that smile. The one he gave everyone when he was being friendly, something youâd been on the receiving end of before. But, for some reason, this time it feels different.
This time it feels like the start of something new.
He stops at the other end of your table, hand shooting up in a brief wave. âHi,â He breathes out, âWe have chemistry together.â
You blink. Once. Twice. Jungwon kicks your shin and you remember that you should probably reply. âUhâYeah!â Your voice cracks, tone pitching up higher than you meant it too. You clear your throat with a slight wince, doing your best to give him a smile. âYes. Yeah. We do.â
He chuckles, bringing a hand up to run through his hair. And, wow, maybe Jungwon was rightâyou really are about to explode.
âI was having trouble with this last assignment,â He sighs, clearly exasperated, pointing a thumb back at his computer. âWhat are the chances you might be able to help me?â
Okay. This is fine. Amazing, actually. Youâd finished that assignment the other night and you understood it pretty well, so helping him should be a piece of cake.
At least it would be if you didnât seem to forget everything in his presence. Because you can definitely smell a bit of his cologne right now, sharp and clean, and you think youâre going to die. Yep. Youâre going to pass away from cologne.
âYes,â Jungwon answers for you, already ushering you out of your chair. âShe can help you. Trust me, sheâs crazy smart.â
Your eyes widen, staring at your friend in horror as he practically pushes you out of your chair and closer to Sunghoon.
âI know.â Sunghoon replies easily, tone light. Two words, but theyâre enough to nearly send you melting into the floor.
You do your best to stay composed as Sunghoon leads you back to his table, but you arenât entirely sure youâre even going to be able to think next to him. Which is definitely a little pathetic when you think about it, but seriously, look at the man. You are not ashamed in the least.
Jungwon shoots you two thumbs up, dimples showing as he smiles like heâs just won the fucking lottery. You donât return the sentiment, instead shooting him a harsh glare.Â
Sunghoon pulls out the chair next to his computer for you, and you sit down shakily. Your nerves feel completely shot, face on fire and your palms becoming uncomfortably moist.
He gestures to the problem on his screen, murmuring something about how heâd been stuck on it for the last hour.
You nod along, chewing on your bottom lip. The equation he was stuck on was thankfully something you knew how to do, so after taking a breath and reminding yourself that he is simply a boy and you are a very smart woman, you manage to explain it to him.
âYou put a negative there, but the equations actually positive,â You explain, voice still shaking the tiniest bit, but stronger than it was earlier as you gain back some confidence. âYou also wrote the wrong unit over here.â
Sunghoon listens as you explain everything to him, your hands gesturing wildly and words going a mile-a-minute. Itâs obvious to anyone watching you that youâre passionate about the subject.
By the time you finish, heâs already fixing his mistakes and taking the steps needed to get the right answer.
He shifts closer to you, finger dragging over the paper with a light touch, âIs this right?â He asks, voice barely above a whisper. He says it loud enough that only you hear, eyes flickering over the side of your face.
You feel that familiar flush building when his knee brushes yours under the table, but do your best to swallow it down. âUh, yeah. All you have to do now is figure out the correct configuration, which youâre pretty close to doing, and youâll be good to go.â
He hums, leaning back in his seat and flexing his palms. âHow are you so good at this stuff?â He asks with a laugh, eyes raking over yours like heâs trying to fully understand you.
You swallow, playing with your fingers in your lap. âItâs just always interested me, I guess. Like, the fact that we breathe in air and breathe out carbon? And the earth needs carbon to survive, so really weâre helping power the world. Itâs all just so fascinating to me!â Youâre smiling now, talking animatedly, âItâs difficult, yeah, but itâs also rewarding. Like, watching your experiment work is such a rush and Iââ
You cut yourself off, realizing youâre rambling about fucking chemistry like youâre in love with it. He must seriously regret even asking.
âSorry,â You mumble, nervous laughter bubbling out of you like a defense mechanism.
He shifts, leaning forward onto the table now, face turned so heâs still looking at you. âDonât be sorry,â He reassures, eyebrows lifting slightly. âI was listening.â
Okay, wow. You are seriously either about to throw up and die orâŠyeah thatâs it. There arenât any other options.
By the time you make your way back to your table youâre practically shaking, breaths coming in shallow and rushed, your entire body on fire. You feel like youâre in some weird kind of fight or flight.
Jungwons bouncing in his seat, bottom lip sucked into his teeth. He practically pulls you down next to him, beginning to ask you a million questions, but you can barely even hear him.
All you can focus on is the subtle glance Sunghoon gives you when he leaves.
really excited for this one!! if you want to be added to the tag list lmk <3
â Omg first post on my page!! This is inspired by Fifty Fifty's Cupid. Sorry if it's too ooc, but I do appreciate feedback!! I envisioned a teenage Kyle will writing this also GN reader! 657 words â
â Now I'm so lonely (Lonely) Oh, I wish I'd find a lover that could hold me (Hold me) â
Kyle Broflovski has never had the best luck when it comes to love. From one sided relationships, to unrequited crushes, and especially having his relations being interfered with by Cartman. Out of his friend group, he just didnât seem to be on Cupidâs good side. He would see couples all over South Park. Constantly reminding him of what he could never have. No matter how hard he tried, or how many times he put his feelings on the line, he would never receive the romance he sought after. No matter how many times they broke up, Stan would always have Wendy. Despite their past toxic relationship Cartman and Heidi were still an item, as they grew so did their understanding for each other. The only other single in the group was Kenny, regardless of his lack of a relationship, Kenny was beloved by many of the girls at school. Kenny still had past relationship experiences that overshadowed his, he would always pale in comparison. Kyleâs experiences made him decide to swear off love, his heart could not bare to go through the pain he has experienced. If he was worthy, love would find him one day. He still hoped for his special someone, it was an unconscious thought that always lingered in his mind. Kyle was a hopeless romantic, since his childhood he dreamt of having a love that was straight from a movie screen. Hearing childhood friends talking about their experiences made him realize he was missing out. He lied in bed at night tossing and turning over his conflicting thoughts. The loneliness he constantly felt was a curse, only being increased more and more by those around him. Kyleâs past still haunting him is what made him weary of love. Would he ever find his special someone? Could he give his all to his future partner? These thoughts consumed him yet made him only want to love more and more. Kyle stared at his ceiling as he thought of the past few weeks. The adventures heâs been on with his friends, the few weeks of peace at home, and the past days at school. As the memories raced in his mind there were a few that kept recurring. The new kid at school. South Park doesnât see many new kids as most of the population doesnât know of South Park. At first when Kyleâs mind had endless thoughts of you he chalked it up to you being new. After all, you and your family were the talk of the town. His family having had you over for a welcome dinner, him showing you around school, and the competing kids of South Park fighting over which group youâd eventually join. You were the reason his mind was on overtime. Kyle came to the realization that once again, he was in love. He, Kyle Broflovski, was in love with you. For days now his mind was plagued with thoughts of you. From the way your smile lit up a room, the way your voice made math equations sound like honey, your kind and caring demeanor. Kyle could go on and on about your qualities that draw him towards you. He had pushed his thoughts to the side due to fear, love made him feel stupid. Yet he has never felt like this, cheeks flushed so red they rivaled his hair, his heart pounding so hard it felt like a drum solo, a yearning to see you that wonât go away, even if he just saw you. Kyle knew he was showing symptoms of being in love, he decided he would give Cupid another chance. Kyle didnât know if he was making a mistake, if he was going to make a fool of himself. Because you made it all worth it, Kyle would go to the ends of the Earth for you. He came to the conclusion that he was an utter fool, a fool just for you.
Don't be surprised when people stare at you two for your interesting height differences. Granted he is very tall and much larger in you.
Makes sure to keep you close when in big crowds, afraid he'll lose you to it. If, when, the crowds become too much, sometimes against your will, he'll take you in his arms and let you rest against his chest until the area clears or you two leave.
This is a given but whenever you try to reach for something that's very high, you get creative by standing on chairs or countertops. Sett loves to watch you try to get something off the top shelf, he tries his best not to laugh. In the end, a simple glare gets the man on his feet and is quick to help you.
Sett really likes holding you. There's someone smaller and much cuter than him. He can't help but hug and hold you close. All while he tries his best not to crush you. When just relaxing or cuddling, Sett tends to place his head on yours, his arms are wrapped around your waist and he's got his body arched so you have room to move. You feel as if you're caged in warmth and love.
Despite his rough nature in the ring, he isn't the brute everyone sees him as. Getting to know him, you notice how sweet and gentle this man can be. In public, people are astounded by his actions to his small lover. Sett has all this love to give and you're just soaking it up like a sponge.
Absolutely loves it when you sass or scold someone. If you're the type to wanna fight someone despite their and your size then Sett is going to fall head over heels. Seeing you get angry and threaten someone that's made you angry is the best thing ever. If the other person tries to threaten you or even gets a little aggressive, Sett will be right there behind you with the meanest look on his face will have them shaking and quickly apologize then excuse themselves.Â
All in all Sett would be gentle with his smaller lover. Unless you ask him not to be. ;3Â
If youâd like to see someone else, click here for my muse list and ask for them with an idea!
Currently struggling to write an intelligent character without them just having a preternatural understanding of everything happening all the time.
This goes double when employing dramatic irony. Because in the context of what the reader knows, their actions seem like the worst possible choice, but in their own head, it's actually quite clever.
I don't know I just don't want readers to decide my protag is a doofus. At the same time... I guess it's out of my hands anyways.
This part of Revankin isn't even gonna be published for like six months so it doesn't matter much rn but still.
