pairing. dirtbag ! nishimura riki x mean girl f ! reader
summary. you, a picture perfect girl with an ego taller than herself, needed a companion—and it just so happens that the troubled boy in your class needed a place to stay.
Summary: your vacation was supposed to be chill, for you to let off steam from work, an forget about your ex. So, what if three men. Equally attractive, with their own perks take interest in you.
Warnings: ex bf who cheated, trust issues sort of, reader ends up with one of them at the end.
Day-0:
You were finally done packing your suitcase, which left your room in a mess. But you were too hungry to care.
So you went to the kitchen and started preparing a salad.
A 7 days trip. On the cruise. High class room. Unlimited drinks. Finally working for the best hotel chain in the country benefited you.
It was a gift from your boss, for winning employee of the month.
Well deserved.
So you packed you best dresses, your necessary toiletries, and best skin care routine and make up.
You texted your best friend, Yunah to notify her.
….
Hiiiii.
Hi to you too Ms. best employee.
Did you pack?
Yes I did.
Good, because you have to be looking your best. You packed the yellow dress too didn’t you.
Ofc I would, lol. It’s my favorite, because it’s from you.
That’s right. You look good in everything but the yellow dress will have men fall for you.
We don’t talk about M-E-N. Remember.
Oh right. I forgot.
But hey that’s good for you, take your mind out of unecessary things.
Right. Well is the thing still running his mouth.
No he’s oddly quiet. Probably jealous that you beat him at the title. He don’t even got a chance against you. I’ve seen him today struggle with a PowerPoint. It was so funny.
lol. He thought he could survive without help, I hope his new girlfriend is of use for him to climb up the ladder.
Your sarcasm will be missed sis.
Just my sarcasm?
lol I’ll miss you. But enjoy your trip. Aaand update me!!!!
…
After eating, shower and skincare you went to bed. Already ready for your vacation.
Day 1:
You pulled your suitcase with you, as you recorded with your phone your instagram story.
You were still waiting in line to get on the cruise, so you tired to capture the ocean and your floral dress. And the most important thing. The big ship in front of you.
The cruise was huge. The size hit you with a wave of anxiety, and it didn’t help that you watched titanic and now are recalling the events.
“I wouldn’t want for this ship to hit an iceberg” you muttered. But your luck has it that someone who was next to you heard it, that he chuckled.
You stopped recording and turned to your right.
A handsome man, attractive one. He had a friendly demeanor, and he might have laughed because he thought your comment was funny.
“First time?” He asked.
“Yeah” you answered shortly, not fond of a small talk.
You went back to your phone and edited you story before publishing it.
You tried posting another with a selfie, but you couldn’t take a good one.
“I’ll take a picture of you. If you don’t mind”
The stranger suggested. You wanted to decline, but there were some people before you in line. And you’re starting to get bored of waiting.
“Are you a good photographer?” You asked handing him your phone.
“I’m good. Just relax” he laughed again. You noticed that he kept holding eye contact.
Confidence. Not his first time on a cruise.
You decided to pose quickly. And get over with it.
He snapped a few. While you changed poses.
He was smiling the whole time, which made you a bit self conscious, but still you continued.
And after finishing, you went over to check on how you looked.
“They’re not bad” you checked them quickly, they were really not bad.
“It would have been prettier if you smiled” he said.
You looked up at him. “Excuse me?”
“No offense” he raised his hands in surrender “but you look quite shy.”
“It’s none of your business” you said with an edge to your voice.
“I’m sorry. If I overstepped. Here I’m Jake” he offered. A handshake.
“It’s fine.” You said without giving him your hand, or your name.
It was finally your turn to get on the ship. Mounting the stairs to the surface of the cruise.
It was magnificent.
But before you try to explore you went to the room first getting your key from the reception.
Finally.
You step in and just discover it. You checked the view outside the window. And jumped in the mattress to check them too. They were softer that your own bed.
So you immediately put the suitcase in the corner you decided to discover all the places you can enjoy (alone).
The pool, there still no one there. Probably everyone was tired and decided to go straight to their room.
You went over the restaurant, and ordered lunch. Pasta and salad. Your favorite meal.
But your peace was long interrupted when the restaurant became full. Seems like everyone was hungry. Luckily you ordered early.
But as you gulped your last bite, you asked the waiter for the bill.
“It has been taken care of, miss” he simply said, in an insinuating tone.
“Who paid it. I’m by myself?” you asked out loud.
“That I can’t disclose. Enjoy the rest of your day” the waiter just grinned, and took the order of another table.
This left you confused. You looked around the restaurant. You suspected no one.
So you left it like that. You got a notification from your friend, she replied to your stories.
I’m jealous
who’s the photographer
yum!
yeah, don’t be too jealous yet. Somebody paid for my meal there’s no way I can know who.
You left, noticing that the pool now was filled with people. Mostly impatient kids with equally impatient parents.
You were just walking on the side trying to go back to your room. Until, you were pushed in the pool. Pushed is a lot. A kid bumped into you, making you lose the balance.
But before you know it you were already struggling to swim. You’re not the best swimmer. You could help yourself usually , but the shock rendered you paralyzed.
You started to feel dizzy, you can feel yourself giving up, until you felt a pair of strong arms wrapped around you. And, finally you were able to breathe, you were pulled up from the water.
People started circling you and making sure you were fine. You opened your eyes, breathing in and out. Recovering from what just happened.
“Are you okay?” Someone said, a man’s voice. You realized you were actually clutching his wet shirt so tightly, while also being stiff on his arms. So you looked up unwarned.
He was gorgeous. Omg you can’t even explain it.
He realized that you still were scared so he moved to the side of the pool and sat you on the edge of the pool, while he was still standing in the water.
Now you can see him properly. He was tall, and built. His shirt stuck in his upper body, and you couldn’t help but not stare.
“Thank you” you said “I am sorry for the trouble”
The people who were curious about what happened now left returning to their thing.
“Do you need help? Can you walk?” He asked concerned.
You then got up immediately “yeah, I am fine thank you again”
He too left the pool, now both of you were wet, but it seemed like you were the only one who’s shivering.
“Are you cold? Wait I’ll get you-“
But before he finished his sentence you felt something warm being draped in your shoulders. You turned around and saw him again. Jake.
He noticed the whole thing.
And now he was making sure that you were warm enough, great.
“It’s not good for you to stay here. You’ll catch a cold” Jake said. You could feel some intensity building up, but you ignored it. You needed to change asap.
“Right. Thank you again. Sir” you said to your savior and left them both at their glaring challenge.
“Jake” Sunghoon said, a little bit of edge in his voice.
“What. I was trying to help” the older man said, defending himself. “I was just nearby that’s all”
“Of course”
“Aren’t you going to change your clothes too. Last time you fell sick for the same thing”
Sunghoon didn’t reply, but he turned around and waved at him.
On the other hand, you were in your room. You decided to go to bed.
Today was so embarrassing that you fell in the pool and all.
So you changed into your robe, which gave you an enhanced feeling for being in a cruise ship.
You put on a mask and finally went into deep slumber.
You were planning on having a small nap, but it seems you were too tired.
When you woke up, you found out that it was already nighttime.
You stared at the window for a bit. And decided to go down and have fun again. Away from the pool.
You checked your phone first, before you got up.
Messages from your parent. Messages from Yunah. And from Him.
He still had the nerve to text you.
You wanted to ignore it, you really did. But you wanted to check it still. Is he… apologizing?
I don’t believe you actually went to that cruise. You hate traveling. Whenever we went out you stuck to my side, always looking lost.
Now you’re trying to pmo by getting promotions and winning over me at work.
You think you’re smart and competent but you are nothing without me.
You aren’t going to be better than me, you just got lucky. By the time you comeback at the company we’ll have to talk.
You read through all of his messages, dread dancing already in your stomach. But while you were mad, you were also insecure. Maybe he’s right.
Maybe I’m doing all of this to pretend that I’m better off without him.
Maybe I’m just lying to myself.
But before you allowed your thoughts to steer away in a direction where there’s no comeback. You decided to leave your room.
You washed your face, and the mask you put finally managed to keep the glow of your skin alive. You did you make up and wore the yellow dress Yunah got you.
It was silky, and elegant. You feel 100% confident in it, and you matched it with high heels too.
After making sure you were looking your best. You smiled at yourself in the mirror.
You were beautiful, it doesn’t matter what anybody think. YOU deserve happiness.
You stepped out from your room. And decided to get yourself a coffee, and cake. While you made your way downstairs. You were looking around, the deck was full of people.
It made your social anxiety worse, but while you got distracted you landed wrong on the next step of the stairs, the high heels didn’t help you get your balance.
Oh my god, this is the end I’m going to fall.
But before you somebody caught you. One arm around your stomach and another on you wrist.
What is it with being saved like that. This day is cursed.
You got up properly, and removed yourself from the grasp of the man who saved you.
He was again handsome. His jawline was the sharpest you’ve ever seen, and his tan skin caught the glow of the light’s above.
“Are you okay?” He asked a bit worried.
“Yeah, I’m okay” he sighed. So he offered you an arm.
“If you want the steps will be hard for you in those” he said pointing at the high heels.
You started at his arm for a while. He was right.
So you accepted hesitantly muttering a quiet thank you.
When you both finally reached where the commotion was, tables around the pool and a stage for you don’t know what. The gentleman who helped you stared at it for a while.
“Will you be here?” He said “I’ll go get something and comeback”
“Oh I’ll be here” you answered “I wanted to just get coffee”
“Great” he said “don’t move I’m be here in 5”
So you got a seat, and got yourself your coffee. You snapped Yunah some pics too in the yellow dress.
OMG girl.
You’re stunning.
Ikr. Anw, I had the most terrible experience. I almost died 2 times.
what?
But it’s okay. It’s just me being clumsy again. But I got saved by people, are all rich men and kind.
Men? Girl. I don’t trust men, but since you said they are kind I’ll trust them.
who are they?
I don’t know I could find them if I stalk a little.
I didn’t get their names girl.
Yeah, ofc course you didn’t.
I was too embarrassed I’m telling you I fell in a pool in front of everybody and I almost fell down the stairs.
Are you sure you are a trusted adult. Best employee???
While you texted Yunah, a sound caught your ears. A guitar.
So when you looked up you were surprised that the man who just helped you was in the stage with an acoustic guitar and he started singing.
You were not the only one shocked, after a while people started cheering him while he sang bruises.
You can’t believe your ears because he has a nice voice.
When he ended the song he made his way towards you.
“You play well” you said “and you sing well too”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it” he said while tuning his guitar.
“So, are you a musician or you just play as a hobby” you can’t help it that you were curious now.
“As a hobby” he said. “I never actually tried playing in a stage before. But I don’t know what made me go back to my room and grab the guitar”
You were about to respond to that, but your phone interrupted you both.
So you still read my messages.
I knew you couldn’t move on that easily.
You like acting tough, but inside you can’t forget me.
You’ll come back crawling to me.
You froze reading the messages, from the notification bar, one after another. Your breath halted for a second, and you felt your head spinning. As if you were about to spiral again.
A warm hand on your cold wrist brought you back from the train of dark thoughts that started hitting you.
You looked up to the man before you. His eyes dark sharp, but carried so much softness. Concerned. Worry. Care.
You were finally out of your head.
“Are you okay?” He hesitated “is it someone who’s molesting you”
Your other hand trembling reached for his hand in top of yours.
“I’m fine” you smiled at your best, trying to look convincing.
He got up pulling you hand, making you follow him. “Let’s go somewhere else”
He didn’t drag you, but he lead you while you kept staring at his back. His shoulders were broad. You instantly forgot about him.
Before you knew it you were both in a much darker part of the deck, only illuminated by the bright moon.
He left your hand finally, he put his guitar case down and leaned on the railway.
You followed him, standing beside him.
“I like it” you stared at the shining waters.
“Do you feel better now”
“I don’t know” you said, and he looked at you while you kept your gaze ahead “I am always afraid to feel better”
“Why?”
“Because I used to think I was happy, but now that I’m looking back at it. I was never happy. I was delusioning myself into happiness. However none of it is real.” You said “so every time I feel that I’m getting close, I fear that it’s another illusion”
Silence ruled the atmosphere. Then got broken easily by his voice.
“Then let’s have you regain your happiness” he said “how about, tomorrow we hang out. Let’s work on your happiness. Let’s have you trust your happiness more”
He walked you to your room. Turns out his room was right beside yours.
“So we’re neighbors”
“I still didn’t get your name” so you gave him your name.
“ I’m Jay” he said. “So tomorrow at 12”
“Alright.” You answered bidding him goodnight.
A/N. Any thoughts? I think it’s going to be 7 parts if I finish writing it, I had this in my drafts for a month. Maybe if I see engagement I’ll get it done. 😗
summary - you’re Jake’s sister, so that means all of his friends are off limits. but, maybe that could change when you find out that one of his friends is just as much of a gamer and a loser as you are. not like Jake would made that easy, since he’d never trust any of his friends around his precious little sister.
“i need a duo” — nishimura riki x fem!reader ⁀➴ brother’s best friend smau
i didn’t add the banner bc i wanted to add an extra slide 😭😭 i hope yall like this one.. im so sorry my updates take so long now, im still on vacation so i’ve been going outside and enjoying life instead of being a loser in my room all day.. i cant believe this is who i’ve become 😕😕
Summary: the black sheep of the family ends up being forced to get married to Park jongseong. And not only that, but also she’s forced to make him fall for her.
Warnings: family expectations, fake friends, family mistreatment, Niki smokes,… that’s it for now
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - …
𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 lee heeseung, your neighbour upstairs, has his weird approaches to romance
ꮚ ◞ ˕ ◟꒱ lhs x f!r ♡ language, profanities reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated
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sru says a little f1 knowledge is needed in the 5th slide n i will kiss u if u got it :3 plus idk why i talk so much because its stretching and i feel like this smau will have 10+ episodes TT
Summary: the black sheep of the family ends up being forced to get married to Park jongseong. And not only that, but also she’s forced to make him fall for her.
Warnings: family expectations, fake friends, family mistreatment, Niki smokes,… that’s it for now
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - …
𝗜𝗦𝗦𝗨𝗘 𝗡𝗢. 𝟬𝟬𝟮 엔하이픈
𝗜𝗦𝗦𝗨𝗘 𝗡𝗢. 𝟬𝟬𝟮 off the record ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴘʀᴏɢʀᴇꜱꜱ
when three idol transfer students arrive at one of Seoul's most prestigious private academies, they quickly learn there's one classmate everyone warns them to avoid. armed with nothing but rumors and first impressions, they mistake the school's most misunderstood girl for exactly what everyone claims she is.
ⓘ fluff: multi-enha memebers ⋆ misunderstandings ⋆ high school au ⋆ members are still idols ⋆ reader accused of bullying ⋆ series
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♥︎ editor's note: i'm planning to write this into a little otome game, but only the ending you choose will be different. i'll write out the three pages of the issue, then have three three branched routes you may take to end up with your love.
꒰১ ───────── ───────── ໒꒱
Your heels clicked against the polished hallway floors, students stepping out of your way before you even reached them. Your friend, Ha-eun-ah, smiled apologetically, bowing to most of them as she followed your descent.
You slammed open the doors to class 2-A. She was easy to pick out from the rest, sitting on her desk like it was some kind of throne. Your face scrunched a little at her blonde bob—it still looked terrible.
“Seo —a/ya.” She smiled, setting her nail file on the desk beside her thigh. “What brings you all the way to the second year’s hall?”
“You know why I’m here.” You crossed your arms, taking a stance.
She tilted her head upward and tapped her cheek. “No, sorry,” she shrugged, “it slips my mind.”
Your jaw locked and you stepped forward, teeth grinding. Your palm came crashing down onto the desk beside her, forcing her to look up at you.
“You’re causing a scene,” her grin was smug—and it pissed you off even more. “Why don’t we take this somewhere private.” Her gaze slid past you, but her expression remained arrogant.
Before you could answer, hurried footsteps thundered down the hallway.
The classroom door flew open.
“They’re here!”
And just like that, your situation seemed to be forgotten by all—at least momentarily. Han Chae-won pushed you aside and followed the crowd.
“We should get going too,” Ha-eun-ah said. “Ms. Ae is going to be mad if we show up late.”
Your eyes narrowed, “You didn’t have to come with me.”
“No,” she smiled, “But I wanted to.”
You clicked your tongue. “Whatever.”
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“Move.” You glared, shoving your way through the mob of students.
Every single one did as you asked, making way for you and Ha-eun-ah. “Woah.” She murmured, halting beside you in the entryway of class 3-A.”
Your arms fell to your side as you pushed your way in through the barrier. Three boys sat in the front row, chatting. You recognized them just like everyone else, and though you couldn’t say you were impressed, it did feel weird seeing them in your school’s uniform—not because you were so used to seeing them on magazine covers, but because it was your school’s uniform.
“What are you doing?” Your spine jolted straight up and the conversations immediately died out.
“Let’s go.” Ha-eun-ah took your hand and pulled you to the back where your seats were. Everyone else did the same, running back to their desks just as your homeroom teacher—and a few others—shooed the other classes out of the hall.
“Well,” Ms. Ae adjusted her glasses and tucked back a strand of brown hair. “Since most of you have already met them, I’ll skip the formal introductions.”
“Sorry,” Kim Sun-woo spoke first, “We just got excited—”
“We should have waited.” Park Jong-seong added and you couldn’t help but scoff.
“That's understandable,” Ms. Ae said with a sigh, “but there's a time and place for everything. I hope you'll remember that next time.”
“Yes, Ma’am.” They lowered their heads, bowing in their seats.
“Good.” She smiled, “Listen up class, these are your new peers. Treat them well.”
“Please take care of us.” Kim Sun-woo bowed. Laughter spilled across the room, never reaching you. Instead, one of your eyebrows lifted and you turned your attention back to the window.
Ha-eun-ah leaned into your line of sight with an encouraging smile, blocking the view outside.
“Be nice," she whispered.
You rolled your eyes and turned away, resting your cheek against your palm.
This was ridiculous. You were always nice.
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Sun-woo watched Sung-hoon doodle a little cat in the margin of his notebook.
“You’re not going to eat?” Sun-woo asked, leaning over his shoulder.
Sung-hoon shrugged, keeping his gaze down.
“If you want,” one of their new classmates asked, “I can get you something from the cafeteria.”
Sung-hoon smiled, small but polite, “That’s kind, but I’m alright.”
“Are you sure?” Another classmate asked. Sun-woo noticed a little twitch in his eyebrow before he said as much.
“Sorry—” the group's attention turned to the ruckus near the door.
“Yeah,” he said, seeming to spare one final glance at the girl he’d run into.
“Who was that?”
He shrugged and lowered into his seat, “Not sure.”
Their classmates shared odd looks with each other before one finally decided to speak up. “That was Seo —a/ya. She’s not very friendly with anyone in class.”
“Yeah, don’t mind her much,” another jumped in. “She’s like that with everyone.”
“Most of us stay away from her because of that foul attitude she carries.”
Sun-woo frowned, taking this into consideration. He’d noticed her briefly before. She sat in the back, and didn’t seem like the type to voluntarily answer questions. Maybe he should try getting to know her first… though if everyone was saying this… He turned to Jong-seong. “What did she say?”
His friend shrugged, averting his gaze, clearly recalling the brief encounter. “Not much. I bumped into her and then I apologized.”
“...And?”
“Nothing. She just looked at me.”
“And then?”
He itched the back of his neck, “She walked away.” Sung-hoon tilted his head, a frown tugging down his lips.
“Maybe she didn’t hear you.” Sun-woo suggested.
“She definitely heard me.”
His lips pressed together, “Oh.”
“So, is she always like that?” Jong-seong turned to their classmates, but asked no one in particular.
“Pretty much.”
“Why?” Sun-woo leaned forward.
One of the girls shrugged, “She comes from an influential family, I mean, most of us do, but she’s on a whole other level.”
“Yeah—and because of that she thinks she’s like—untouchable.”
“She doesn't apologize either—”
“Oh yeah—didn’t someone report her for bullying last year?”
“I mean… yeah, but nothing came of it.”
“Because she got away with it?”
“Or because no one actually knew what happened.”
“To be honest, none of us really know her.” A male student quieted the others, who kept talking over each other. “She keeps to herself, and she’s not really talkative so it's hard to approach her.”
Sun-woo took all this in, trying to piece together an image of this mystery classmate of his. The stories didn't quite match the person he'd seen sitting by the window earlier.
Around him, he could see his friends doing the same. Jong-seong was frowning slightly, definitely debating with himself about the situation, while Sung-hoon's brows remained creased in thought.
꒰১ ───────── ───────── ໒꒱
You stretched, twisting your neck to the side. “Gosh,” you breathed.
Ha-eun-ah laughed, and you threw her a half-hearted glare. She covered her mouth before returning to the page in her workbook that was spread across the table.
Your nails clicked against your phone screen as you mindlessly scrolled through social media. The breeze was barely there, warm enough to remind you summer break was only a month and a half away.
Vienna sounded nice. You could really go for authentic Gulasch right about now.
Then again, Brazil wasn't a bad option either. A few of your international friends lived along the Copacabana beachfront—you could always spend a couple of weeks with them before flying somewhere else.
Maybe you'd do both.
Across from you, Ha-eun-ah scratched her head with a groan, eyes glued to the math problem in front of her. You set your phone beside your bottle of Binggrae coffee milk and leaned over your shoulder. Your gaze drifted to the current equation before moving to the line above it.
Reaching out, you tapped one of her answers. “This is wrong.”
Her eyes widened, “What? No way.” She pushed her face further into the page, eyes narrowing at. “I don’t see anything wrong with it.”
You huffed a sigh. “Here, let me see it.”
Ha-eun-ah let you pull her workbook and pencil away. You crossed out the mistake and rewrote the correct order beside it, bracketing the two steps she’d swapped.
After, you slid the workbook back and picked up your coffee milk, waiting for her usual, “Woah, I didn’t even notice.”
“Clearly.”
She pouted. “You’re so mean, —a/ya.”
You shrugged, but a small smile tugged your lips upward.
Seconds later, her lips twitched as well and her eyes narrowed playfully—but then her gaze skated past your shoulder and her mouth dropped open slightly.
You turned, following her stare.
“Those are the new transfers, right?”
Your lips pressed together as you watched the three of them walk outside.
“I wonder what they’re doing.”
“Probably looking for somewhere quiet.”
“Maybe we should invite them to join us.” She offered. “They look kind of lonely.”
“That’s a bad idea.” You blinked away just as your eyes met one of theirs. “Besides.” Your expression went flat, “You still need to learn these equations before you fail the next test.”
She whined, but turned back to her workbook anyway, muttering, “No fun,” under her breath.
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Jong-seong raised his hand above his forehead, blocking out the spring sun. He tried to focus on anything other than that girl, but he couldn’t. His gut twisted like it knew something was wrong about the comments that were said about her. Seo —a/ya, she was blunt, maybe a little rude, but had she really bullied someone last year?
Had it really gotten so bad that the victim was forced to move? This was such a respected school, but he supposed things like that were bound to happen with influential kids like her running around.
“Hey, look, over there.” Jong-seong followed Sun-woo’s gaze across the quad. There were students sitting at different tables, but only one pair grabbed his attention.
“It’s her.”
“Who is that she’s sitting with?”
Sun-woo nudged Sung-hoon. “Not sure.” He said.
“That’s her desk partner.” Jong-seong answered. “I passed her in the hall when I was going back to the classroom.”
“Do you remember her name?” Sun-woo tilted his head.
“I don’t.”
“She doesn’t seem particularly scared of Seo —a/ya.”
“You’re right,” Sun-woo nodded, “not like everyone else.”
“Well, I don’t think they’re scared of her.” Jong-seong said, “They said they don’t really know her.”
“And that rumor? About how she bullied someone enough to make them switch schools?”
“Could be just a rumor.” Sung-hoon answered smoothly, stuffing his hands into his pockets.
“Right.” Jong-seong pulled out his phone, a smile cracking when he saw a message from the group chat.
“What’s going on?” Sun-woo leaned forward, blocking the screen. Jong-seong shoved him away lightly, “It’s the groupchat, mooch on your own phone.”
“How lame.” Sun-woo pouted, but still reached into his pocket.
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You averted your attention to Ha-eun-ah’s phone, it was buzzing on the table beside her workbook. “What is it? You asked.
She set her pencil down and pulled up the notification, a heavy sigh working her lips. She was trying her best, but math wasn’t really where she excelled. That’s why you were okay with being more patient with her.
“Hey,” you nudged her shoulder. “Hey, what is it? Your face is pale. What’s going on?”
“It’s—” she looked away just to close her eyes.
“Ha-eun-ah,” you pressed. She kept silent so you gave up and swiped her phone.
“—a/ya!”
Your eyes scanned the screen, and the more you read, the more the tension in your body grew. How dare she. How dare she text Ha-eun-ah—how dare she bring her into the middle of their fight.
“This bitch.”
“—a/ya, stop. Don’t do anything brash.”
You scoffed, standing, “How can I not? She’s doing this on purpose. Just to get to me.”
“Yeah, but you shouldn’t—
“Ha-eun-ah, who’s going to stop her if I don’t?” She kept silent, fiddling with her fingers. “Exactly. Let me handle this.”
Without waiting for a response, you set her phone back on the table and turned around, heading for the location in the message.
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Anger wrapped itself around you like a winter coat as you rounded the back of the school. Ha-eun-ah had been right, you shouldn’t have taken the bait. You shouldn’t be doing this, and yet here you still were, fighting a battle that hadn’t even started with you. But how could you not when the fight hadn’t been fair?
You found them right around the garbage bins. “Hey—Han Chae-won!”
“Oh?” She was leaning against a wall, one leg kicked up. “So… You came.”
“Are you crazy?” Two of her friends stepped in front of you, blocking your path to her. “Where are they?” You shouted, paying little mind to the aggressive second years.
“Now,” she hummed, a smirk stretching her lips in that awful lipstick she wore. “Why would I tell you that?”
You worked your jaw, trying to calm yourself down. The taller one of her friends reached out, attempting to grab you. Fortunately, side-stepping her was easy. One of your hands tangled around her hair and before she could remove it, you threw her to the floor.
Your breathing was rough when you turned to the other young girl, expecting her to lunge at you. This one didn’t, instead, she made a show of sighing as loudly as she could.
Han Chae-won shook her head and clicked her tongue. “I told you, you were no match.”
Your eyes narrowed at the compliment. “Enough of this. Where are the others?”
“Seo —a/ya, let me ask you something. Why do you always insist on ruining my fun?”
“You call this fun?” You stepped toward her, stopping just a few feet away. “I’m going to ask you one more time, Han Chae-won.” Your nails dug into your palms when you cornered her against the wall. She was barely shorter than you, but you still somehow managed to tower over her. “Where are the first years?”
Han Chae-won glared, but pressed her back into the concrete. “Gosh, you’re so annoying.”
“I won’t ask again.” Your hand lifted, ready to wrap around her throat and force the answer out of her. She seemed to notice this because she conceded. “The second year’s gym closet!”
You breathed. “Alright. I’ll believe it, but this is my last warning. If this ever happens again—with anyone–I will ruin you.”
A scream sounded behind you and you paused. “Oppas, please help!” Your eyebrow twitched when an unwanted hand rested upon your shoulder.
Someone was sniffling—your head jerked forward, eyes catching the tears falling down Han Chae-won’s cheeks. She cowered before you, faux fear in her expression.
“Seo —a/ya, are you really bullying these lowerclassmen right now?”
You stepped away, letting Han Chae-won go. You went still, a shiver running all throughout your body.
Just as quickly as you shook him off, you glared up at Park Sung-hoon. “What’s it to you?”
“This is wrong.” Kim Sun-woo stepped up. “You can’t just go around doing this.”
“Oppa,” That wench, Han Chae-won actually whimpered.
You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. Who in the hell did they think they were? Just because they were idols? So what? They weren’t more important than the next person.
“Hey,” you spoke to none of them in particular, wanting them all to hear. “I seriously hate people like you. So mind your own business.”
“How can we do that when you’re clearly abusing people just because you can?” Your narrowed eyes flickered over to Park Jong-seong.
“It’s clear you have no idea what’s going on, so I’ll let it slide this time.” You managed to remain calm despite all the yelling. “I’m done here.” You said, but before leaving, shot one last glance back at Han Chae-won. “Remember what I said, Han Chae-won.”
She shivered and you couldn’t help but smile, knowing she was probably hiding a glare and keeping her bad language to herself.
“Let this be the last time we talk, yeah?”
You ignored the glares of the idol group members as you stepped through them with a glare of your own.
How annoying.
You hoped this would be the last time you had to deal with them too.
Seriously.
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Sung-hoon watched her walk away. When he lost sight of her, he turned around. “Are you alright?”
The girl swiped at her red face, “I didn’t mean to make her mad.” Her voice trembled as she tried to catch her breath. “It was an accident—swear.”
“It’s alright,” he reached out, but hesitated. “Is it alright if I touch you?”
“Ye-yeah.”
He hadn’t hesitated with Seo —a/ya, but that was because he’d had to stop whatever was going on. It was still disrespectful—the way she had jumped away had him frowning. Even if what she did today was wrong, he should still apologize to her later.
Sung-hoon wrapped his arms around the younger student, “Let’s get you to the infirmary.”
They spun around, catching the eyes of the four other students. “Guys.” He said, “Let’s make sure they’re not hurt.”
Both Sun-woo and Jong-seong nodded. “Right.”
Internally, Sung-hoon recalled what his classmates had said about Seo —a/ya, now he had seen it firsthand, could he really just dismiss them all as rumors? No. Even if the other things weren’t true, he knew what he’d seen today.
Why would anyone push another person against the wall like she had? Why would the victims be crying if they weren’t terrified?
No, she was a horrible person.
Sung-hoon couldn’t believe he’d given her the benefit of the doubt.
He forced a smile to his lips, trying to save face in front of these lowerclassmen. “We need to get back to class now, but I hope you feel at least a little bit better now.”
“Yes, I do—we do.” The blonde said. “Thank you, for taking care of us.”
“Your name was Han Chae-won-ah, right?” Sung-hoon bowed, “I apologize for my classmate. What she did was wrong.”
“Oh—no—you’re fine. Please—” Han Chae-won-ah waved her hands in front of her. “It’s not your fault. You didn’t do anything.”
“Yes, but neither did you.” He said. “I’m sorry you had to go through that.”
“Oh well,” she itched the side of her cheek—the glance she shared with her two friends going unnoticed by the three others. “Thank you.”
“Of course.”
The hallway was nearly empty when Sung-hoon and the others stepped out.
“Do you guys remember where the classroom is?”
“Oh, jeez, you’re seriously something, Sun-woo.”
“Yeah, well do you?” A lopsided grin tugged the corner of his mouth upward. “No. Right. What about you Sung-hoon, do you—” Sun-woo cut himself off, noticing the crease in Sung-hoon’s brow.
“Hey, are you alright?” Jong-seong touched his shoulder, concern written all over his face.
“It’s Seo —a/ya, isn’t it?” Sun-woo frowned. “I guess the rumors about her were true.”
“Still, it’s surprising.” Jong-seong added. “Today’s our first day and we already saw for ourselves how mean she is.”
“She’s just a brat.” Sung-hoon’s expression turned nasty. “I can’t believe we’re classmates with someone like that.”
𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 lee heeseung, your neighbour upstairs, has his weird approaches to romance
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you had been friends with yang jungwon for over three years now, so naturally, you came over to his apartment room quite a few times.
but you could swear on your life that it had never been so empty and desolate like this. but nobody knows what’s really going on in someone’s life, right?
you hesitantly sit down on his floor bed— which guarantees a pretty impressive amount of comfort considering it looks like an old mattress— deciding to wait and surprise jungwon once he comes out of his room. the surprise being, you managed to shimmy into his very carelessly open apartment.
you quickly shoot him a text.
im inside btw :)
but no reply yet. well, that's unlikely of jungwon, he's basically online all day.
you look around again. maybe he is showering.
that would explain the sound of running water coming from somewhere deeper inside the apartment.
you lean back against the wall, deciding to be patient until jungwon finishes his sudden shower routine.
although only after a couple of minutes, curiosity and boredom gets the better of you.
prying into someone else’s belongings is not nice as they say, so you thank god that jungwon and you are attached by the hip. and naturally that gives you a little access to his apartment.
standing up, you look around his room.
since when did jungwon own this many black hoodies? you frown at a pile folded neatly on the chair.
and since when did he starts reading philosophy? you eye a couple of books sitting idly on the bookshelf, you wonder if he’s even okay.
you’re about to sit down again when you notice a rather unfamiliar photo frame from the corner of your eyes. you walk up to it beside the chair and pick it up to inspect.
and it has… heeseung? another frame, heeseung with his friends. and another, heeseung with a cat.
your heart drops to your stomach when you turn around and notice the certificate hanging on the wall has a name— lee heeseung.
“fuck,” you mutter under your breath when you realise you accidentally broke into your upstairs neighbour's apartment instead. you scramble to grab your bag before heeseung can notice anything.
that is when you hear a loud thud from the shower from inside the apartment.
inside the shower, heeseung feels he could pass away at any given time.
oh lord, he almost cries, why do you give your weakest soldier the hardest battles.
his brain, in all its brilliance, immediately pictured a masked burglar carrying his floor bed away.
“no,” he gasps, “shit, my bed!”
he grabs the nearest towel, wrapped it around his waist with absolutely zero confidence, then looked around for something to defend himself with.
of course, a bathroom plunger.
“alright lee heeseung,” he says looking at the plunger, “think how proud mr papa would be!”
and then, for reasons that can never make sense even to himself, he breaks into a full sprint.
still soaking wet. hair covered in shampoo bubbles.
“reveal yourself!” he shouts in the top of lungs, startling you enough to drop your bag on his floor.
and there he is, lee heeseung. dripping in soapy water from head to toe, shampoo bubbles forgotten in his hair.
agaisnt your will, your eyes drop down from his face to his abdomen, to his soaking abs which— okay no, no! this is insane, this is wrong. you mentally shake it off and take your sight off his abs, only to wonder even further down to notice the white towel hanging from his frame with sheer faith alone.
“y/n?” heeseung says with much surprise.
“hey,” you reply, followed by an awkward giggle.
heeseung lets his guard down just a little, “what- what are you doing here?”
“i was uh- actually going to jungwons’”, you shrug, “i got lost right after."
“so you’re not robbing me?” is he serious right now?
“no!” you take a step back, “does it look like I’m here to rob you?”
“then why are you not looking at me right now?” heeseung sounds rather sad that your eyes are not one him, but towards the ceiling.
because honestly, you dont know how to react to a half naked lee heeseung, who looks very handsome for you to admit.
“im trying to be respectful,” you clear your throat.
“oh,” heeseung sighs, “then, are you here to finally lend me the pillow?”
you sigh even heavier than him, finally looking at his face, “are you serious? i just told you i was going to jungwons!”
“oh, yeah right,” heeseung tries to take a step towards you next, but something unlikely happens.
the poor and sad towel wrapped around him slips. just a little. but enough to make you both freeze at your places.
“what—!”, you shriek, eyes darting towards the ceiling again.
“don’t look!”, heeseung fumbles in his steps, holding his towel upright, with both his hands.
“im not looking!”
“please don’t look.”
“i said i’m not looking!”
and just when things could get better, heeseung slips on a puddle of water gathered from his own body, and hurls forward.
in a second, you find yourself caged between a shirtless and soaking heeseung’s arms, his face hovering right above you, so close that your can make out the way his eyelashes are.
“so- sorry,” he whispers, you feel yourself getting hotter by the moment, “hi?”
only god knows how fast you ran out of his apartment today.
