drafts... // yjh
to start with: hi everyone again 💕 you can probably tell by the title but sometimes I can’t write shit so I have a bunch of wips/horrible writings that I’ll never finish or just straight up hate -which means I’ll just post them so they can rot away and I never have to look at them again(and no they are not proofread) 🙂
D I S C O N T I N U E D
yoon jeonghan x matchmaker!reader
genre: fluff, humor, angst, strangers-to-lovers?
warnings: cursing
wc: 1.9k
summary: yoon jeonghan- your toughest matchmaking customer yet. flash forward thirteen dates and still insatiable. your only choice is to further investigate the reason behind all his failed attempts....but maybe it’s because he only wants you?
“How was your last date?”
He leans back with a bored sigh. “Uninteresting. She looked like her face was gonna melt with all that makeup on.”
And as much as you were starting to ‘dislike’ his presence here, yoon jeonghan was still your client and a fucking funny one at that.
You press your lips to prevent the laughter and it doesn’t go unnoticed. Neither does the shake of your head to collect your thoughts.
If there was anyone else in the room, literally anyone, they would’ve known exactly who jeonghan wanted really to go on a date with. (Hint hint: actually- no. you don’t even need one.)
“Well, i know she wasn’t the best choice, but we’re running out of options.” You hated forfeiting, but this guy was truly giving a run for your money.
“Are there other choices? Anyone?”
You rub your temple in frustration, scrolling through the options of contenders.
Honestly, you had no clue why he was constantly coming back to your office.
If you’re just gonna reject and complain about every girl, then why are you still here?
But you are indeed a professional- so the only thing you do is smile that polite worker smile and say, “Okay then. There’s another available person that’s willing to go out. Should we try one more time?”
The look on jeonghan’s face is unreadable. It almost makes you nervous. Does he.... does he not want to-?
“Okay,” he simply states.
When he gets up to leave, your eyebrows furrow. But you didn’t have the time to dwell on his strange action when his voice interrupts your further thoughts.
“Just text me the details. I’ll see you soon.”
“Wait-! You don’t even know anything about them....” your voice falters.
After a solid five minutes of making sure he was truly gone, you whip out your phone, furiously typing for the familiar contact on the screen.
“...yes?”
“Josh, I’m fucking quitting my job and moving to Alaska.”
There’s a pause.
“Is it that one guy again?? Jungle juice or whatever?”
“..... his name isn’t even hard to pronounce, and yes. More than 13 dates and jeonghan hasn’t found a single match. You know how stubborn I am but maybe it’s time to give up. I mean, is he just extremely picky or what?? I don’t get it.”
You spin circles in your chair, a perfect representation of how your mind felt.
“I don’t know y/n... could the problem might not be his dates but more him instead?”
The chair stops. “Him? What do you mean?”
The voice on the other line suddenly gets quieter. “I dunno, maybe there’s something wrong with junkyard and that’s why no one wants to date him?
The urge to correct him again is strong but the newfound thought distracts you.
“Huh.... Joshua, you might be onto something. I’ve never had problems with my clients being straight up horrible at dating though. But then again, thirteen failed dates and not a single success?”
You stare at the twirling ceiling. “But he must really want to find love, why else would he keep asking for my services?”
Joshua’s voice turns suspicious. “You’re right... why else would he keep coming back to you?”
You snap your fingers, the perfect plan in mind. “I’m a genius, josh. I’ll take him out to really see what’s been happening on all the dates. Then we can figure out the problem.”
“So... you’re saying you’re gonna ask him out on a date to see what he’s been doing wrong on his other dates?”
The chair squeaks. “Oh. Uh. I guess so?”
“Okay.... just be careful. See you later.” There’s a certain edge to his voice that you notice.
After the call ends with a beep, you stare at the black phone screen.
Did josh mean something when he said that?
Shrugging it off, you text jeonghan a few minutes later, surprised when he responds almost immediately.
You hesitantly tell him the reason for the so-called “date”, not expecting him to agree so quickly.
“Jeonghan, I-“ you stop and instead pass him as many tissues as you can, purposely avoiding looking at him and his very much see through shirt.
After a tense silence of just cleaning up, you mutter, “Did you really not wear anything underneath?”
He laughs. “So you were looking?”
“Haha, funny. And no. But when a mad person throws a drink at your white shirt, what do you expect?”
You soften, helping him with all the used wet napkins. You admire his strength to stay calm and not get angry in a situation like this.
“Are you really okay though? Do you have a jacket or anything to cover up with?”
He shakes his head.
Coughing, you reach behind you, giving jeonghan a sheepish look.
“Well, I brought mine?”
Once you reach your car, you finally bring up what’s been buried in the back of your brain for quite a while, actually.
“Jeonghan.”
He looks at you curiously, your jacket still draped around him.
“Yeah? What’s up?”
You exhale, trying your best to seem unaffected and upbeat.
“I’m sorry. I just don’t think I can help you anymore.”
His heart stops.
“...what did you say?”
“I think we should stop the whole matchmaking stuff, whatever this is. It’s not working out, which was obviously proven today. How many dates has it been? Why waste your time when we both know that it’s most likely not going to lead to anything?”
You smile, but it looks more like a grimace. “I suggest you find someone else to assist you if you’re that desperate for love. Once again, I’m sorry.”
Even with the feeling of defeat making you sink inside lower and lower, there was just simply nothing else you could do.
And jeonghan watches as you drive off, leaving him alone in the parking lot. The jacket -no, your jacket still wrapped around him, but suddenly it feels a lot colder than before.
But when you thought jeonghan finally left your life for good, he shows up once again, this time at your house.
What’s even worse is that it’s late at night and pouring outside. And you were stuck at home in possible the most embarrassing and ratty clothes to be caught wearing.
“What the hell jeonghan? What are you doing here?”
You examine his soaked body, aghast.
“I came to see you. And return your jacket, but mostly to see you.”
“Did you walk in the rain or something? Go back home. It’s so late -you must be crazy.
“No.”
His hard-set expression only makes you more frustrated.
“Listen. If you’re looking for more help, I can’t do anything. You- yoon jeonghan- are my hardest customer. I really don’t know what you want from me. I’ve tried everything and nothing’s worked.”
You can tell he’s getting increasingly annoyed, eyebrows furrowing and teeth gritting.
That causes you to sigh, arms crossing and uncrossing.
“I’m sorry. You’re just a case I can’t help. It-”
“The case isn’t about me. The case is that I’m in love with you.”
His voice is strained and controlled, like he’s barely able to hold it back.
.....huh?
You stare at each other for a solid minute.
Then comes the uncomfortable feeling of his eyes boring into yours and you feel the urge to close the door.
Unfortunately, that’s the one time your body actually listens to your brain and you swing the door shut in his face.
Even more unfortunately, it takes a minute for you to come back to your senses and let out a horrified, muffled scream.
Your hands scramble to reopen the door again.
There’s no one in sight, only the rain still coming down strong.
“Jeonghan?” you call out tentatively.
You walk out under the safety of your front porch, glancing for any sign of him.
After a couple more seconds of no results, you sigh and turn around to go back inside-
“Oh my god jeonghan.” He was to the side of your door, barely out of your peripheral view.
Jeonghan looks up from his small huddled position on the ground.
The sight of him looking like an abandoned puppy makes your heart squeeze.
Coughing, you attempt to smile feebly.
“I’m so sorry. Please come inside? It’s raining hard and you’re very much wet.”
Luckily he doesn’t protest much and follows you in. You force him to take a shower while you dry his clothes. There was some spare clothes found that might possibly fit him? It was better than nothing. You really did not want to see nothing. you don’t think you could handle that.
It all makes sense. Why he kept coming back to you. Why he was so eager to go out on that fake date with you, even if it was only an experiment.
But that’s not the real question. The real question is, how did you feel?
When the bathroom door finally opens, you start from your anxious seat on the couch.
But when he sits next to you, you slowly feel a wave of anger course through your body-no matter how good he looked.
“Are you stupid?”
His effort to dry his hair with the towel stops with your words.
He only stares at you.
You stand up, snatching the towel from jeonghan and beginning to dry his hair for him.
Quite forcefully, he notes.
Jeonghan heats up from your touch, noticeably getting softer and gentler. On the other hand, you were very much annoyed while also focusing on drying his hair to your best ability.
“Who the hell just goes in the rain like that? And shows up at someone else’s house without notice? And then proceeds to confess their love for them?”
Jeonghan says nothing. Eventually, you finish drying his hair and throw the towel to the side.
“How long?” Your voice is tight, attempting to hold back the emotions. But the look in your eyes is different-desperate, curious. You really just want to know.
This. This isnt what you expected. Your job is to find someone perfect for him, and that someone couldn’t possibly be you yourself, right?
Out of all the people in the world, jeonghan only wants you. That one thought is enough to make you shiver.
For the first in a while, jeonghan speaks up. “Since the first time we met.”
“Stop lying. I know for a fact you don’t give a shit about love at first sight.”
He laughs. “That’s why I like you. You get me, my jokes, and pranks. Basically everything I say and do. Ah, and it was like after three failed dates or whatever. What can I say, I really liked seeing your face after all those boring dates.”
It’s hard for you to hold back a smile.
“Alright, since I believe you this time, I guess I’ll accept your confession.”
“Wait, what? You like me back?”
“Well,” your voice cracks and you shoot him a crooked grin. “I don’t know, but we can always try?”
He stifles a laugh at your obvious attempt to hide your shyness, looking back at you with a glint in his eyes.
“Okay. Bet.”
Your head tilts in confusion.
“I bet I can get you to fall in love with me in one week,” he says, trademark smirk pasted on his face.
And jeonghan already knows -you’re not one to back down to challenges.
“Oh, it’s on, lover boy.”
a/n: EWWW ALSKJFASL anyways- sorry for typos and yes there are so many random cuts and scenes (ones i liked and didnt want to delete) that probably make no sense since my unproductive ass doesn’t want to rewrite the whole story-like there is nothing going on with this aHA that’s all :)
