synopsis : ever the good students, you and minhee will do anything to get a good grade, including spending a day with each other.
you and kang minhee never got along. not when you were children, and not now, even in college.
everything was a competition for the both of you, whether it was being the best player on the soccer team, or having the best grades in school. you refused to lose to minhee, and he refused to lose to you.
life can be funny sometimes, but you and minhee definitely weren’t laughing when you saw your names listed together for a project. you shot each other glares from across the lecture hall. it was bad enough that you both decided to attend the same college, and chose the same major. now you had to work together? you were cursing the universe as your professor dismissed you, trying to leave the hall as fast as you could.
of course, you weren’t moving fast enough, because you soon felt minhee’s presence beside you.
“listen, i don’t want to be your partner either, but this is a big part of our grade.” minhee rolled his eyes when he noticed you were ignoring him, “you know what? fine, i’ll write the essay, you draw the visuals. i’ve always been a better writer than you, anyway.”
“as if.” you finally looked at him, “you are not better at writing than i am, kang. you’re not better than me at anything.”
“that’s not what our marks said last semester.” minhee snickered as your face fell into a scowl.
“you’re not writing that essay.” you huffed, and minhee raised an eyebrow at this.
“so, what then? do you want to do it together?” he joked, but he became serious when you nodded, “what? no way, y/n. i’m not spending my weekend with you of all people. i have a life, you know. i have something called friends, i’m not sure if you’re familiar with those.”
“by 'friends', do you mean hyeongjun?” you shot back, “i believe that’s just a friend. singular.”
“whatever. when and where are we meeting? i’d like to get it done all in one day, so let’s not meet too late, alright?”
“pushy much?” you pulled out your phone to check your calender, “i’m free tomorrow around noon. yunjin is going home for the weekend, so you can just come to my dorm. make sure you shower first, though. you smell.”
you could hear minhee cursing you out as you walked away from him, a grin forming on your face.
➳ the next day. noon.
minhee was knocking at your door exactly at noon.
i guess he really meant it when he said he wanted to be done as quick as possible, you thought.
opening the door, it took everything in you to not let your jaw drop. you’d never seen minhee dressed down before, and it was a miracle that he actually looked… good.
“are you gonna let me in, or are you just gonna stand there looking stupid?” his voice was laced with annoyance.
shaking your head to clear your thoughts, you moved out of the way so he could walk in, “don’t be an asshole. i think we established that neither of us want to be doing this, so don’t make it worse than it has to be.” you closed the door, leading minhee over to the small desk in the corner of the room.
minhee said nothing as he sat down, before he pulled his laptop out, and then his notes. sitting beside him, you couldn’t bring yourself to look away from him as he did so. you hated to admit it, but kang minhee was attractive.
“see something you like?” minhee’s voice broke you out of your thoughts for the second time since he’d been there, but this time, you could tell he was smirking.
shooting him a glare, you scoffed, “you wish, kang. don’t be so full of yourself, it isn’t a good look.”
“what if i did? wish you’d look at me like that more often, i mean.” minhee challenged, “what then?”
“what the fuck are you talking about? do you feel okay?” you spoke, despite the shock coursing through your veins.
“i feel fine.” minhee leaned closer to you, “what about you? how do you feel?”
refusing to back down, you stayed where you were, “fine.”
minhee just smirked as he leaned even closer. you could feel his breath on your face, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t anticipating his next move.
“is it okay…” he placed his hand on your cheek, “if i kiss you?”
“ew, don’t be gross.” you grinned before closing the gap between your lips.
pulling away after a few seconds, you and minhee could do nothing but stare at each other. had all of the hatred between the two of you blossomed into attraction? neither of you were sure.
“that was a one time thing. that’s not happening again.” you finally broke the silence.
“never again.” minhee agreed with a nod, beginning to type away on his laptop.
as you began to work beside him, you couldn’t hold back the smile that was forming on your lips.
rumor has it that it was most definitely not a one time thing.
[6:55 pm] Opening the door to the gymnasium, you were met by loud cheers and the sound of basketballs bouncing against the floor. Looking around the room, you spotted the two teams warming up, dribbling around on the field and aiming the balls to the tall hoops on each side.
You walked over to your usual spot on the bleachers, on the bottom row next to your friends who were waving at you - but your eyes were glued to the field, looking for someone. And suddenly, there, shooting a three-pointer was Minhee. You smiled almost instinctively at the mere sight of him, a few drips of sweat running down his neck and his shirt clinging onto his body, but managed to tear your eyes from him to greet Hyeongjun and Woobin who were now laughing at how immersed you were in the game that hadn’t even started yet.
But just a few seconds later, Minhee was jogging over to where you were now sat. You cocked an eyebrow at him, confused at what he was doing, but he signaled with his hand for you to come closer, which you did. There was a little height difference as the bleachers were a bit over the ground, meaning that you were taller than Minhee for the first time ever.
“What are you doing? You need to warm up,” you hummed at him.
“Give me a kiss!” he started, and you chuckled. “It’s for...” He paused, looking like he was searching for the right words. “good luck.”
You shook your head, laughing lowly. “Are you serious?” He nodded quickly. “You’ve never needed it before!”
“Please?” He pouted, clasping his hands together in front of him as if he was begging you. You rolled your eyes but smiled, before crouching down to him, cupping his cheek in your hand and attaching your lips onto his in a sweet kiss.
You had to pull away from him the moment you heard hollers - not only from your friends next to you, but pretty much the entire hall. There were screams of “you go Minhee” and “get a room!”, making your cheeks grow hot as you stood up straight again, moving back to your seat. He looked up at you one more time, pointing at you and yelling “I’ll win this for you!”. You smiled and blew a kiss to him before he turned his back on you, running off to his team again - and that’s when your eyes landed on his coach, standing on the side of the field and shaking his head at your boyfriend.
a/n : i got a little carried away on the angst, but i made sure at least one of them had a cute ending. i hope you enjoy!
serim
when you chose to date serim, you knew you were taking a big risk. the two of you were constantly busy in your own ways, meaning you wouldn’t have much time to see each other. to make up for being away, you two would facetime every night or simply just text until one of you fell asleep. however, you missed being in serim’s arms more than anything. and so, with a heavy heart, you asked serim to come see you that night once he got out of practice. of course, he agreed, and show up later that night. what he was expecting was a serious conversation with you.
“hey, can we talk? i wanted to do this in person.” you started and watched as he nodded and took a seat beside you.
“of course.. what’s wrong?”
“i know we said that we could make it through anything, but being away from you has been really hard. i know you have a job to do, but it isn’t easy to be away from you all the time. i thought i could handle it, but i can’t.. i feel like it isn’t fair to you since you handle it fine.. i don’t want to be the clingy one in the relationship who feels like i can’t live without you..” you took a deep breath before going to speak again, but serim cut you off,
“what are you saying? you think i don’t miss you? i miss you all the time. you’re always on my mind.. i hold back from telling you these things because i always get scared you won’t miss me as much-”
“you think i don’t miss you?” you repeated his words back to him, “did i not just say that i miss you? i miss watching movies with you, and baking cookies for every holiday. i miss just being with you.. but this.. this is not what i meant when i said we could do this.. it thought it’d be easier than this!” your voice broke at the end and you watched as serim’s expression changed.
“y/n..” he spoke slowly, “let’s think about this and talk it out later, okay? we’re both letting our emotions get the better of us..”
you knew he was trying to be civil, he always tried to be during conflicts, but it wasn’t easy when he was right. your emotions got in the way of a lot of things that you did, it was one of the things he loved most about you. but right now you could tell it was hurting him.
“i think you need to go serim..”
“yeah.. i think i should.” his voice trailed off before he got up and made his way towards the door, not wanting to fuel the fire anymore, “goodnight.”
allen
allen was always a happy-go-lucky person. it was something you envied about him. luckily for you, he was your boyfriend, and he was always there to put you in a better mood. but right now, he was doing anything but that.
allen had invited you to come hang out with him and his friends, and you gladly accepted the offer. you wanted to meet the people that allen had spoken so highly about. the entire ride there, allen was telling stories about things that he and his friends had done, and you had to admit, they did sound like a lot of fun. this made you more excited to meet them.
unfortunately for you, the people allen had described to you were not the same people you met. the kind people he had told you about were nowhere to be found as they started to make crude and inappropriate jokes. of course, allen was telling them to cut it out and tone it down, but that was the most that he did. eventually, you were sick of the jokes and decided to ask allen to leave,
“what? no way, you said you wanted to meet them for the longest time.. can’t you just stay a little longer?” he begged, talking loudly over the music that was playing.
“no, allen, i’m not comfortable here! these people are not the same ones you told me about..” you grabbed your bag and slung it over your shoulder.
“they are too the people i told you about! this is how they always are.. why can’t you give them a chance? i’ll tell them to stop.” he tried to reason with you, knowing he wasn’t doing a very good job.
“i did give them a chance.. and they should have listened to you the first time you asked them to stop.. if these are the people you hang out with, then i don’t know you at all! you can stay, but i’m going home..” you spun around to leave, hearing allen calling after you.
allen knew he should have stopped you, but he valued both you and his friends and didn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings. though, it was clear now that he did hurt someone’s feelings, and they were yours.
jungmo
you and jungmo had started dating a few months before christmas, and your family had decided to throw a party this year. they told you to bring jungmo so he could get to know the family, and you happily agreed. jungmo was over the moon excited to meet your family, no indication of being nervous on his face. no matter how many times you asked him about being nervous, he said he wasn’t worried.
this rang true when you got to your parents’ house. jungmo held conversations with everyone he ran into, each one flowing effortlessly. since he was getting on with people so well, you decided you could leave him on his own while you went and greeted people in your own way.
you had only been away from jungmo for a few minutes when you heard his laugh, along with many others, ring through the room. making your way over, you wanted to see what everyone was laughing about. what you didn’t expect was for you to be the butt of the joke.
“i know, i mean, i told y/n their shirt wasn’t that cute but-..” jungmo fell silent upon seeing you in the group surrounding him.
“what?” you spoke angrily, “you told me this was your favorite shirt of mine.”
“i’m just making conversation! it’s a joke.” he explained but you were having none of it.
“no, jungmo, the joke was me bringing you here.” you stormed away, leaving the once cheerful room in silence.
he followed behind you, catching you when you were standing alone on the back deck. he stared at you for a few minutes, trying to find the words to say. you took notice, and decided to spare him his words,
“i bring you to meet my family and you completely embarrass me. that’s humiliating, you know. they probably think i let you walk all over me now! today was not supposed to go like this, i mean, how am i supposed to trust you? do you talk shit behind my back every time i leave you alone?”
“no! no, i don’t.. please understand, i was just trying to make people laugh- i know i shouldn’t have joked about you but someone brought up your shirt and i just agreed without thinking! you have to believe me. i’m sorry..” he was tripping over his own words at this point just trying to make you understand.
“i can’t forgive you right now.. i just need time.” you spoke quietly, “i need time to think. can you just.. go somewhere else?”
jungmo nodded and ducked back inside, his heart feeling heavy as he realized now how badly he had messed up.
woobin
you came home after a long day of work, just wanting to go to sleep. upon walking in the door, you heard noise from the kitchen. thinking nothing of it, you went to your bedroom and changed into pajamas before climbing into bed. once your head hit the pillow, you fell asleep almost right away. your slumber only lasted about an hour though, since you woke up to your boyfriend, woobin, shaking you awake. you went to yell at him for waking you, but the look on his face had you feeling concerned.
“what’s wrong? is something happening?” you asked as you sat up, wiping your eyes.
“are you forgetting something?” he raised an eyebrow at you, causing you to start racking your brain.
after several seconds of you saying nothing, woobin scoffed, “today is our anniversary.. i spent all day cooking a meal for when you came home, but instead you walked into our bedroom without and word and fell asleep.”
realization hit you and your words started pouring out, “baby, i am so sorry, i was just so tired from work.. i had a terrible day, my boss was being a bitch.. you know how it is, and things are hard-”
“you think i’m not tired? i was working all day too. i worked ten times harder so i could get done early and come home to surprise you with a meal.. are you even going to say thank you?” he tilted his head, waiting for you to say something.
“of course i’m thankful, but you don’t have to get so mad at me! people forget things all the time! i messed up, what else do you want me to say?”
woobin took a deep breath. he knew he was overreacting, but he couldn’t help but think you were being selfish. he started thinking carefully about his words before opening his mouth to speak again.
“dinner is in the microwave. your favorite.. if it’s cold, warm it up for two minutes.” he mumbled before walking out of the bedroom and into his office, where he slammed the door behind him. he figured it was better to cool off before seeing you again.
wonjin
it started off as a joke. you and wonjin had been taking playful jabs at each other all night, all in good fun. although, after a while, it was less about fun and teetering on the edge of insulting each other.
“i hate that you don’t wash the dishes.”
“i hate that you never want to do the laundry.”
“yeah? well i hate your nagging. it’s annoying.” wonjin’s last statement seemed to be the final straw for you.
“if i’m so annoying then play this game by yourself.” you stood up, not knowing why it was this of all things that got you riled up.
“baby, wait.. i didn’t mean to call you annoying, it just..”
“slipped out?” you cut him off, “things that slip out are still things you were thinking about.”
wonjin looked guilty. the small smirk that was once on his face had disappeared, a frown in its place. he didn’t say anything for a few minutes. neither of you did. you didn’t know how you ended up in this position when it all started as a little game. the silence was unbearable, so you opted for leaving the living room and sitting in the bedroom. moments after leaving the room, you heard the familiar calling sound of facetime, and moments later, you heard serim’s voice faintly.
“i messed up.. i really messed up,” wonjin started to talk, explaining the situation to serim. you decided not to listen, putting on some music to drown them out so you didn’t have to think about everything right in that moment.
minhee
in private, minhee was all for kisses and cuddles. around his friends, he was a whole new person. you were lucky if he would even hold your hand when his friends were around. you didn’t mind though, you knew he wanted to keep a certain image around his friends for whatever reason. as dumb as you thought it was, you respected his wishes.
one day, minhee came home while you were working on homework. running out to greet him, you failed to notice his friends behind him as you pulled him into your embrace.
“hi baby, how was your..” you paused once you noticed his friends looking at the two of you.
“baby?” one of minhee’s friends laughed, “i didn’t think you’d be one of those people, dude.”
minhee looked down at you with an unreadable expression as you pulled away from him. neither of you said anything to each other, minhee only spoke to his friends.
“today isn’t a good day.. i think you guys should go home, alright?” he mumbled and watched as his friends left as quickly as they had arrived.
once they had disappeared out the door, minhee turned to you once again.
“are you serious? you knew they were supposed to come over today! god, do you even listen to the things i tell you? do i even matter to you?” he exploded, his eyebrows furrowed.
“i-i forgot! how am i supposed to remember everything? i was so caught up in my homework that i was excited to see you! for a distraction! and if course i listen to you, and of course you matter! i’m just having an off day!” your explanation seemed to mean nothing to minhee as he walked past you.
“you’re not seriously mad, are you?” you followed behind him, grabbing his hand to make him look at you, “can we talk about this?”
“not right now, okay? i need to think..” he said calmly which, to be honest, was more concerning then when he was yelling.
you didn’t question him any further, watching as he disappeared into the kitchen.
hyeongjun
walking into class early in the morning, the last thing you expected was to see your boyfriend, hyeongjun, flirting with somebody else. someone had taken your usual seat beside your boyfriend and was laughing over-dramatically at things he was saying. your classmates looked at you in confusion, wondering why you weren’t saying anything. however, deep down, you hoped that hyeongjun would ask the person beside him to leave, but it was clear that he wouldn’t be doing that any time soon. rather than causing a scene, you sat beside your best friend minhee, who happened to be sitting right in front of hyeongjun.
“y/n?” you heard hyeongjun behind you, but instead continued a conversation with minhee about the homework from last night.
after a whole class of avoiding hyeongjun, he finally caught up to you in the halls.
“what?” you asked, “wouldn’t you rather go walk with your new seatmate?”
“what? no! what are you talking about? i was just being nice to them.” he pleaded, “i didn’t want to be mean by telling them to move away..”
“well it didn’t look like you wanted them to leave anyways.” you kept up the wall you had built, “i have to go. minhee and i have to use this study period to work on our project..”
“can we talk about it after school, then? please? i hate when you’re upset with me.” he kept trying as you walked away, a frown on his lips when you didn’t reply to him.
taeyoung
it was your birthday and taeyoung was finally coming to see you after a long time of being apart. he had taken this day off specifically to see you, and was supposed to be on his way any minute.
minutes turned into hours and soon it was almost 10pm. taeyoung was supposed to be at your apartment seven hours ago. feeling defeated, you pulled your phone out and texted taeyoung to ask if he was ever going to show up.
↳ to taeyoung : are our plans still on?
after sending the text, you had decided to change into pajamas since you figured taeyoung was probably not coming. it broke your heart to think that he would have forgotten your birthday, but you knew that he was busy now that he was an idol. however, this didn’t stop the anger from bubbling up in your chest. it boiled over when you heard your doorbell ring at a quarter to eleven. when you opened the door, taeyoung was standing there. he opened his mouth to speak, but you didn’t want to hear it.
“where were you? what were you doing all day? no calls, no texts, nothing. what could you have possibly been up to?” you interrogated him right away, not even moving to let him inside yet.
“i got called in for an emergency meeting and i got so caught up that i.. forgot! i forgot, okay? jungmo asked if i wanted to go shopping and i said yes.. so i lost track of time..”
“we’ve had this planned for months! you promised you’d be here. you’ve never broken a promise before, so why now?” you watched his face drop.
“i’m sorry..” he pulled the flowers he had for you out from behind his back, “will you at least take these?”
taking the flowers, you nodded your head, “you can come in, but it’s not going to be very fun.”
taeyoung loved you too much to just leave, so he took your invitation to come in, even if it meant you wouldn’t look at him almost the whole time.
seongmin
you and seongmin had just finished your homework and were now standing in front of the tv in your living room. you two had decided to play just dance, which might not have been the best idea on your part considering he was a professional dancer. nonetheless, you decided to go along with your plan to play. you played song after song, but you never even came close to beating seongmin. that was until your final song, when you were finally in the lead. right as you were about to win, you felt seongmin’s arm hit yours, making you miss the move. ultimately, you lost the round in the last few seconds. seongmin cheered in victory as you plopped down on the couch with a frown on your face. seongmin looked at you, his happy expression changing to match yours.
“what’s wrong? are you okay?” he asked, sitting beside you.
“i’m fine.” you shrugged.
“don’t be a sore loser, y/n! i’ll let you win the next one!” he tried to cheer you up, clearly not understanding why you were upset in the first place.
“i would have won if you didn’t hit my arm!” you pouted at him, “i was so excited and now it isn’t fun anymore..”
“come on,” he whined, “i didn’t mean it! i’ll even buy you ice cream!”
a/n : this was based on friday’s good morning by honeyworks! i hope i did the song justice.
*not edited/proofread*
allen woke up at 7am this morning like he did every morning. getting ready, he followed the same routine he had been following since forever. he looked at the date and sighed in relief when he realized that it was friday. this made him feel a little better as he headed off to catch the train, moving quickly so he wasn’t late. plopping down in his usual seat, he noticed that everything was still the same as it was each day before. the boy beside him was sleeping soundly as always, and the atmosphere was quiet.
i’m ready for a change, he thought to himself.
looking at his phone to look busy, he noticed the time was 8:07am. the train would be leaving any minute. just then, the car door opened, prompting him to look up. that’s when he saw you and his heart seemingly skipped a beat. his mind started to race.
should he say something?
but he couldn’t bring himself to. despite how badly he wanted to talk to you, he never could. not even a simple wave or a hello.this happens every day.
☆*:.｡. o .｡.:*☆
the weekend passed quickly, as did the week. before he knew it, it was friday once again. things felt different today, even more so when he got to the train to find someone had taken his seat. he didn’t let this throw him off though, he simply found a new seat. for the entire train ride, he looked out the window, watching how the rain fell. while calming, it was slightly annoying that he’d have to walk in it.
as the train was coming to a stop, he felt a tap on his shoulder. it must have been his lucky day, because when he turned around, he was met with you. before he could speak, you held out an umbrella to him. he nodded as a thank you as he took it, internally cursing at himself for not using his words. he could never bring himself to speak around you.you two walked beside each other, a comfortable silence fell between you two. little did you know, allen was internally fighting with himself to say something to you. he knew if he didn’t, he would regret it for the entire weekend, lonely once again. he knew this might be the only chance he got.
and so, his words fell from his mouth before he could even think, “hey, uh, good morning, by the way.”
you looked at him with a small smile, repeating the phrase back to him. despite the small gesture, he could feel his heart racing more than before. he didn’t think he would ever get the courage to do what he just did. since he had gotten this far, he wouldn’t let himself stop now.
“would you.. maybe.. want to hang out tomorrow?” he asked, hoping you didn’t notice how red his face was getting, “only if you aren’t busy, of course.”
a small giggle left your lips and he swore he could explode right then and there, “i’d love to. when we get to the school, i’ll put my number in your phone, okay? that way you can text me.”
it looked like this wouldn’t be another lonely weekend after all.
"and.. done!" minhee hummed, stepping away from the christmas tree.
when you looked up, you noticed that there was now a star adorning the top of the tree. a smile broke out on your face as you walked over and wrapped your arms around his waist, admiring the tree.
"it's so pretty," you sighed in content, now looking up at your boyfriend.
he looked down at you, his eyes crinkling as he smiled, "not as pretty as you."
"damn it, minhee, you're so cheesy!" you chuckled, rolling your eyes at him playfully.
[7:21 pm] you let out a large huff as you feel another wave of cramps wash over you. you dragged your knees to your chest, hoping that it would help take some of the pain in your lower abdomen away, but it was to no avail. these throbbing pains had sadly become a part of your world for a few days every month, leaving your head all dizzy and your muscles sore. luckily, you’d gotten help with your period pains by a doctor, and had been given medication that would help take away the pain. it worked perfectly most of the time, but every once in a while, it didn’t. and today was one of those days.
luckily, you were brought out of your cloud of desperation when you heard the front door to your apartment click open. your mind fluttered to the only person you knew had a spare key to the door; wonjin. finally, he was back from practice. just the thought of him made a little bit of your pain disappear, and hearing him call out your name even made you smile. though, that smile disappeared when he entered your room with and he was wearing a tired yet concerned expression.
“how was practice?” you asked, voice so thin it almost broke.
“why are you crying?”
you hadn’t even realized that you had been crying, but when you felt the skin under your eyes with your hand it, sure enough, was wet. you hastily wiped the area with a part of the duvet you were lying on, before looking up at your boyfriend again, a faked smile on your lips.
you repeated your question - but he didn’t answer it this time either. “is it...” he started, making his way towards you and sitting down on the edge of the bed. “that time of the month again?” you nodded quickly, letting a tear fall from the corner of your eye and before you could wipe it away, wonjin had reached forward and done it himself. “did you take your pills?”
“they didn’t work,” you groaned, hiding your face in your hands in an attempt to stop thinking about it. it had made you angry and sad at the same time. it was all becoming overbearing; the pain, the emotions...
almost as if he had read your mind, you felt the bed shift and suddenly you were lying in wonjin’s warm embrace, his arms holding you tightly and one of his hands stroking soft figures into the skin of your side. “do you need anything?” he asked in a voice that was as soft as silk.
you shook your head and removed your hands from your face, instead using them to cup his face. “you’re all i need.”
