that awkward moment where everyone thinks you're dating your roommate...that awkward moment when he thinks that too.
roommate!jungwon x gn reader ↪︎ PT.1
hello all....im so sorry this is so short but i genuinely had no plans to make a part two LMAO 😭 but alas im for the people and i did the deed. i also have never seena single episode of love island in my life ❤️
✐ᝰ jungwon’s idea of commitment starts and ends with his 9-to-5: deadlines, structure, and way too much overtime. then you show up, and suddenly he’s the one off balance. he’s falling fast, but you’re crushing on someone else—and also, someone keeps stealing his damn parking slot!
pairing: manager!yang jungwon x intern!gn reader (they’re the same age tho!)
genre: social media au, co-workers to lovers (but lowkey e2l too??), fluff, humor, light drama #lovetriangle, sleep-deprived and grumpy x kinda dumb but means well LOL, he fell first AND harder…
warnings: kms/kys & suggestive jokes, d-word mentions, cursing, love triangle wahaha, drinking/smoking, trapped in a room..., everyone is aged up (+2yrs) and likes to bully e/o, jungwon is tired 24/7, y/n is hard-working but also a lil dumb at the same time?, it gets CHAOTIC, timestamps do nawt matter!!!!
status: completed! (08/10/25 - 12/14/25)
a/n: flrtwoo comeback LMAO hey guys... pretty excited for this series! got the inspo from my friends and i judging bad parking HAHAHAHA slow updates for this series but i hope u guys still have a fun time! feedback is greatly appreciated hehe hope you have a good day and thank you for reading! <3
(for more updates on the series, please check out the “#r/bp update” tag under my blog)
profiles
1: corpo jail 🚬
2: passenger princess privileges
3: niki the parking angel 🙏 (wc: 1.1k)
4: #HEESEUNGBELIEBER
5: jealousy is a disease
6: hot sea salt latte?
7: the rage bait final boss
8: that is NOT my boss 😧
9: a distraction (wc: 2.2k)
10: call me alpha sigma male 💪🐺🌚🔥
11: no “i love u bro”?
12: JUST REPLY BRAH
13: life is fleeting; be grateful - me ✨
14: wait why he kindaaa….
15: worktalklingual 🔥
16: locked in (REAL 😞) (wc: 4.2k)
17: post-process that shi
18: AND SCENE.
19: raisin theory
20: MF KEEPS THIRDWHEELING
21: it goes both ways
22: sunghoon’s cafe (wc: 1.8k)
23: okay jungnumbers…
24: u are NOT batman 💀
25: MAN UP AND BALLS UP
26: my boss’ sugar baby
27: #FearlessYNVersion (wc: 800)
28: THE VOICES??!!
29: Mission GJAYTBJMHC
30: #hacked
31: I WOULD know
32: the mess of revelations (wc: 3.2k)
33: SUNOO STOP REVEALING EVERYTH
34: that damn Ford Territory
35: three failed attempts and a success (wc: 3.7k)
˚ ༘* A GOOD DISTRACTION ⋆｡˚ || 양정원 x fem!reader || smau
ib: me thirsting over jungwon’s shoulders
summary: your boyfriend realises the power his shoulders have over you, so in typical jungwon fashion, teasing ensues
genres: fluff, crack, teasing, idol!jungwon x non idol!reader, est. relationship
warnings: swearing/cursing, attempts at humour, very slightly suggestive, pet names, continuing my jungwon’s broad shoulders supremacy agenda, i will gather more people for this cause, beware
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a.n: computer, how do i bite jungwon’s shoulders? quickest route, no freeways
✘ Jungwon’s bright smile and sunny disposition make him the perfect foil to your grumpy attitude—until a sudden twist of fate forces you both to face feelings you didn’t know existed. ✉️ wc. 10.2k - pairing 양정원 x f reader (5/7)
The campus café buzzed with low chatter, espresso machines hissing, and the occasional clink of cutlery. You stood stiffly by the counter, arms crossed, glaring at your brother like this was the last place on Earth you wanted to be. Which, to be fair, it was.
“This is dumb,” you mumbled. “I didn’t even ask to be introduced to anyone.”
Sunghoon, forever calm and unreadable, simply ignored your protests and nudged your shoulder. “She’s been asking to meet you.”
“Cool,” you deadpanned. “Tell her I said hi.”
But it was too late. A blur of pastel and energy bounded toward you, ponytail bouncing and cheeks flushed. She practically skidded to a stop in front of you, a smoothie in one hand and a cookie in the other.
“Hi! Oh my gosh, you must be Y/N!” she chirped, eyes wide with excitement.
You blinked, then gave Sunghoon the what the hell is this look.
He sighed, giving you a subtle nod. “Y/N, this is my girlfriend.”
She beamed. “Wow. He wasn’t kidding. You really are the same.”
You raised an eyebrow. “Same?”
“Yeah! All moody and mysterious. Like, no offense, but you two look like you walk through thunderstorms for fun,” she said, biting her cookie casually. “It’s kinda cute.”
You stared.
Sunghoon sighed. “I told you not to say that.”
“But it’s true!” she giggled, leaning against Sunghoon like he was her favorite pillow. “You even frown the same way. Look.”
She scrunched her brows, mocking your unimpressed expression. You couldn’t help it—you snorted. Just once. Barely.
She gasped. “Did I just make you laugh? Or was that a cough?”
You rolled your eyes. “Don’t get used to it.”
But she didn’t seem offended. If anything, her smile grew bigger. “You’re so grumpy. I love it. You’re like a cat someone tried to dress in a tutu.”
Sunghoon let out a breathy chuckle, and you turned to glare at him, betrayed.
“She’s been like this since she got here,” he said to his girlfriend. “Moved from Busan, acts like Seoul’s a crime against humanity.”
“Because it is,” you muttered. “Too many people. Too many couples. Too much sun.”
Sunghoon’s girlfriend was practically vibrating now. “Wait—you’re from Busan? That makes so much sense. You totally have the accent when you’re mad.”
“I’m not mad.”
She grinned knowingly. “Okay.”
You looked away, sipping your drink just to have an excuse not to answer. Sunghoon watched you with that usual quiet amusement, like he was used to your walls but also knew they weren’t as tall as you pretended.
“Anyway,” his girlfriend said, pulling out her phone, “I’m putting you in the group chat. The one with the rest of the girlfriends.”
Your eyes widened. “What? No.”
Sunghoon raised an eyebrow. “You should. Jay’s girlfriend is in it. So is Jake’s.”
“Oh my god, and Jungwon!” she added. “You haven’t met Jungwon yet, right? You’ll love him. He’s sunshine in human form. Literally the opposite of you. You’ll hate him. And then you’ll love him.”
You shook your head. “Please don’t.”
But she was already typing. Sunghoon looked away to hide his smile, and for a moment, you considered throwing your drink at both of them.
And yet, despite yourself… a tiny part of you didn’t hate this as much as you thought you would.
You leaned back in your chair, picking at the sleeve of your hoodie as your brother quietly scrolled through his phone. The late afternoon sun poured through the campus café windows, golden and warm, but you were too busy sulking to care.
“So,” you started, voice flat, “do all of your friends have girlfriends now or what?”
Sunghoon didn’t look up. “Pretty much.”
You scoffed. “What is this? Some campus-wide boyfriend recruitment initiative I missed?”
He side-eyed you. “You sound jealous.”
“I’m not jealous,” you snapped. “I’m just… observing. Like you always do.”
He hummed, which was the closest thing to a laugh you’d get out of him. You turned slightly in your seat to catch a glimpse of his girlfriend across the café. She was chatting animatedly with Jay’s girlfriend and giggling about something that involved a lot of hand gestures. You watched her for a second—so bright, so loud, so much.
You wrinkled your nose. “What’s so special about her, anyway? She’s so loud.”
Sunghoon didn’t say anything for a moment. Then he finally looked up from his phone and met your eyes.
“That’s what I thought at first,” he said, voice quieter now, more sincere. “But… I don’t know. She’s different.”
You raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. “Different how?”
“She makes everything feel lighter,” he said simply. “Like I don’t have to say anything and she still gets me. She’s chaos, but somehow it makes everything clearer.”
You blinked, surprised by how genuine he sounded. He wasn’t usually the type to say much about his feelings, let alone this kind of stuff.
You scoffed again, more defensive this time, and took a loud sip of your drink. “Ugh. I don’t like seeing you when you’re in love. It’s weird. Gross. I hate it.”
Sunghoon smirked and leaned back in his chair, his gaze drifting across the café toward her again.
“Yeah,” he said softly. “Me too.”
The café was bustling with soft chatter, silverware clinking, and the occasional burst of laughter. You were already halfway through your iced Americano when the bell above the door jingled.
Your eyes flicked up just in time to see a familiar face walk in—tousled hair, clean-cut uniform, a soft frown like he’d already had a long day. Jungwon.
You blinked. “Wait, is that—?”
Sunghoon’s girlfriend practically bounced out of her seat, waving him over. “Wonie! Over here!”
You turned slowly to your brother, suspicion rising in your chest. “You invited him?”
Sunghoon shook his head with a deadpan expression. “I didn’t.”
His girlfriend was already scooting over, making room next to you on the bench. Jungwon hesitated, then offered a polite nod and slid in beside you, his shoulder brushing yours.
“Hey,” he said, voice soft but clear. “Didn’t know you’d be here.”
You glanced at him, trying not to seem flustered. “Yeah, me neither.”
Sunghoon’s girlfriend leaned toward your brother and whispered into his ear with a mischievous grin, “See? Don’t they look perfect together?”
Sunghoon recoiled immediately, his whole face twisting. “I don’t wanna picture my sister and my friend together,” he muttered under his breath, disgusted.
She just giggled, clearly satisfied with herself, while Sunghoon groaned into his drink and refused to look in either of your directions.
You shifted in your seat, trying to ignore the way Jungwon’s leg brushed against yours under the table. He didn’t move away, and neither did you.
“Sorry if this is weird,” Jungwon said after a moment, glancing sideways at you, then quickly looking away. “Didn’t know they’d both plot behind our backs.”
You let out a soft scoff. “Yeah, that sounds like her.”
From across the table, Sunghoon’s girlfriend was humming to herself while stabbing a piece of cake with her fork, clearly proud of her little matchmaking scheme. Sunghoon, on the other hand, was sinking further into his seat with every passing second.
“So…” Jungwon started again, trying for casual, “how are you liking Seoul so far?”
“It’s… different,” you answered, folding your arms. “Too fast. Too loud.”
He chuckled. “Yeah, I guess it is. But not all of it’s bad, right?”
You hesitated, then shrugged. “I guess not.”
Your eyes flicked up just in time to catch your brother watching the two of you with a narrowed gaze. You raised a brow at him.
“What?” you asked, tone sharp.
He blinked. “Nothing. Just… watching you flirt.”
You nearly choked. “I’m not flirting—”
Jungwon, ever so collected, only smiled faintly and looked down at his drink, a soft pink coloring the tips of his ears.
“I swear, if you try to date one of my friends,” Sunghoon muttered, pointing a finger at you, “I will transfer schools.”
“You’re so dramatic,” you muttered under your breath.
But then you glanced back at Jungwon, who was still smiling, looking perfectly content with how the conversation was going. You couldn’t help the sarcastic edge that slipped into your voice. “Especially someone like him.”
It wasn’t meant to be as harsh as it came out. But when you saw the way his smile faltered, the subtle hurt flickering in his eyes, your heart did an unexpected twist. You hadn’t meant to hurt him—yet, there it was, hanging in the air between you.
Sunghoon nudged you roughly with his elbow, a sharp look in his eyes.
“Careful,” he warned in a low voice.
You flushed and immediately looked away, suddenly feeling guilty. Jungwon’s expression had gone unreadable, and you could practically hear the thoughts swirling in his head.
“I didn’t mean it like that,” you mumbled, softening your tone, “sorry.”
Jungwon didn’t say anything right away, just gave a small nod. His usual confident demeanor was replaced with something quieter, more distant.
The tension at the table had definitely shifted, but you didn’t know how to fix it.
Sunghoon just sighed, looking between you two. “Can you two stop making it weird?” he muttered under his breath, though it was more for your benefit than anyone else’s.
His girlfriend, ever the optimist, grinned and fed him a bite of cake. “It’s okay. They’re both just shy. But they’ll work it out.”
You barely heard her, though, because your thoughts were focused on the look in Jungwon’s eyes.
Sunghoon and his girlfriend were in their own little world, laughing and exchanging little inside jokes, completely oblivious to how their playful banter was making everyone else at the table squirm.
“I swear, if you ever stop smiling like that, I’ll—” His girlfriend’s voice was light and teasing, but Sunghoon only smiled softly, clearly used to her rambles.
“You’ll what?” Sunghoon asked, nudging her playfully.
“Make you watch another one of those romantic movies you love so much,” she threatened, a bright grin lighting up her face.
“Ah, anything but that,” he teased back, raising his hands in mock surrender. “I’m practically drowning in romance.”
His girlfriend only laughed and reached over to adjust his glasses, and Sunghoon simply let her, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. The exchange was so natural, so effortlessly affectionate that it felt almost like they were living in their own bubble, too caught up in their little world to notice anyone else around them.
“Ugh, get a room, you two,” you muttered under your breath, not at all interested in hearing about how “adorable” they were being.
Jungwon chuckled awkwardly, clearly trying to steer the conversation in a different direction. “So, uh… what’s your favorite thing to do around here? Any hidden spots in the city I should know about?”
You barely looked at him, instead fiddling with the straw in your drink, the sound of Sunghoon and his girlfriend’s laughter making your ears buzz. You really didn’t feel like talking, not when the couple next to you was being so… couple-y.
You shrugged, keeping your gaze fixed firmly on the table. “I don’t know. Just the usual stuff. I’m not really one for sightseeing.”
Jungwon pressed on, clearly not giving up yet. “But surely there’s something fun you’ve found? You seem like you’d know the best places to hang out.”
You let out a small, dismissive sigh, leaning back in your chair. “I’m really not interested in showing you around, Jungwon.”
Sunghoon’s girlfriend was still on her own tangent, going on about something utterly trivial while Sunghoon nodded along, his smile barely faltering as he glanced back at you and Jungwon.
“Are you sure you’re okay, Y/N? You’re being awfully quiet today,” she said in her bright, ever-optimistic voice.
You tried to force a smile, but it was tight, and you could feel your irritation simmering just under the surface. “I’m fine,” you muttered. “Just… tired.”
Jungwon seemed a bit taken aback by your mood but didn’t press it further, instead focusing back on his drink. Meanwhile, Sunghoon and his girlfriend were still wrapped up in their own bubble of cute moments, exchanging playful glances and quiet words that only seemed to make the atmosphere feel even more suffocating.
You didn’t understand how they could be so effortlessly happy, so comfortable with each other. Sunghoon was always so calm, so distant to everyone, but with her, he was… different.
“Don’t you think they’re a bit much?” you muttered under your breath, barely audible, but enough for Jungwon to hear.
Jungwon hesitated, looking between you and the couple before shrugging. “Maybe,” he said carefully, “but if they’re happy, then what’s the harm?”
“Right,” you muttered, trying to hide the bitterness creeping into your voice. “Good for them.”
Jungwon gave you a sideways glance, his smile a little more unsure now. “You seem really upset. Want to talk about it?”
You shook your head, feeling the discomfort in your chest grow. “No. I don’t want to talk about it.”
Jungwon seemed to understand that you weren’t in the mood for more conversation, but his quiet attempts to make small talk were starting to feel more forced as the minutes dragged on. Meanwhile, Sunghoon and his girlfriend’s voices only grew louder, completely lost in their own happiness as they continued their affectionate back-and-forth.
You felt a twinge of jealousy. You hadn’t been able to experience that kind of closeness or affection with anyone—certainly not with Jungwon, and not with anyone else before. It irritated you how easily Sunghoon seemed to slip into that comfortable, happy state with his girlfriend, making you wonder if you could ever find something like that yourself.
But for now, you were stuck here, watching them, and avoiding any attempts at real conversation from Jungwon.
As Sunghoon and his girlfriend stood up from the bench, her hands instinctively finding his as they gathered their stuff, she glanced one more time at where you and Jungwon sat—him politely sipping his drink, you staring pointedly at anything that wasn’t him.
“We should get going,” she murmured to Sunghoon. “Didn’t you say you had that meeting thing later?”
Sunghoon nodded, throwing one last glance toward you before gently tugging his girlfriend toward the exit. The two of them walked side by side down the garden path, the sunlight catching in her hair and the breeze tugging at the sleeves of Sunghoon’s hoodie.
Once they were a little out of earshot, his girlfriend turned to him, voice low and curious. “So… is your sister always like that?”
Sunghoon sighed through his nose, glancing over his shoulder before answering. “Yeah. Especially around people who are in love.”
His girlfriend blinked, then tilted her head, genuinely concerned. “Why? Is she, like… bitter about it or something?”
Sunghoon hesitated, then leaned closer, lowering his voice. “I’m not really supposed to be telling you this,” he muttered. “But someone she really loved cheated on her. Like, full-on betrayed her. She’s never really been the same after that.”
His girlfriend’s eyes softened. “Oh…”
“And the other half of it?” he added, smiling faintly. “She’s like me. She keeps things in. But instead of being quiet and polite about it, she turns into a little grump.”
They both laughed softly at that, their steps in sync as they neared the sidewalk.
“But I mean…” she nudged him lightly, a playful glint in her eye. “What about Jungwon? I don’t know—don’t they look kinda cute together?”
Sunghoon groaned immediately, dragging a hand over his face. “Babe, please. I don’t wanna hear it.”
“What?” she laughed, looping her arm through his. “I’m just saying! Come on, they just met, but—”
“They just met in person today,” he emphasized. “They don’t even know each other.”
“Exactly! That’s how it starts!”
Sunghoon gave her a dry look. “You’re lucky I like you.”
She giggled and leaned up to kiss his cheek. “I know. And I know love when I see it, Hoon. Trust me.”
He rolled his eyes, but the corners of his mouth betrayed him with the slightest upward tug. “Just don’t play matchmaker. I don’t think either of them would survive it.”
“Noted,” she grinned. “But if they fall in love on their own, I will say ‘I told you so.’”
Sunghoon groaned again, tugging her along as they disappeared down the street. First day of school and you already wanted to go home.
Everything about the campus felt off—too bright, too noisy, too… full of people smiling for no reason. Sunghoon’s girlfriend had insisted on showing you around, practically skipping through the corridors like this was her favorite place in the world. You trailed behind her like a raincloud, unimpressed by every building she pointed out.
“And this is the student center! Oh, and that’s the little garden where Sunghoon and I first—”
“Don’t care,” you muttered, eyes flicking away.
She just laughed, clearly used to your deadpan tone by now. “You’re going to love it here. Promise.”
You already knew you wouldn’t.
By lunch, you were desperately scanning the cafeteria for any possible corner to disappear into. You even spotted an empty table by the window—peace, solitude, the dream. But before you could escape, Sunghoon materialized out of nowhere and threw an arm around your shoulder.
“C’mon,” he said flatly. “Sit with us.”
“I’d rather swallow a fork.”
His grip tightened just slightly. “Let’s go.”
So now you were here, wedged between your brother and an empty chair, staring blankly at the loudest table on campus. Jake and his girlfriend were whispering and giggling over some inside joke. Jay’s girlfriend was mid-rant about something academic while Jay leaned back smugly, looking like he invented confidence. Heeseung was playfully bickering with his girlfriend over bubble tea flavors. Jungwon sat across from you, awkward and quiet, stealing glances your way like he wasn’t sure if you’d bite.
You glanced sideways at Sunghoon.
He glanced at you.
Same expression. Blank. Mildly judging. Deeply unimpressed.
The only sound from your side of the table was the soft tap of chopsticks and synchronized sighs.
Sunoo blinked at the two of you from across the table and dramatically clutched his chest.
“Oh my god,” he gasped. “That’s actually kind of terrifying. You two look like serial killers at brunch.”
Jake snorted into his drink. “No, for real. Why are y’all staring like that?”
Sunghoon answered without even blinking. “We’re trying to understand how you all function.”
You didn’t say anything. Just raised a brow, slowly picking at your food.
Jungwon coughed into his hand. “So… do you like the school so far?”
You didn’t even bother looking at him. “No.”
Silence fell over that end of the table while everyone else resumed their conversations. You and Sunghoon returned to your synchronized eating and judging.
Sunoo whispered to Jake, “This is my favorite horror movie.”
Jake nodded. “Same.”
Jungwon tried again.
“So, um…” he said, shifting a little in his seat. “What did you study back in Busan?”
You didn’t even lift your head. “Stuff.”
Sunghoon barely held in a snort beside you, and Jungwon let out a quiet breath like he’d just been elbowed in the ribs.
Jake, ever the peacekeeper, tried to help. “She’s just shy, bro. Takes a while to warm up.”
“I’m not shy,” you muttered. “I just don’t feel like talking.”
Sunoo’s eyes sparkled with amusement. “She’s like if Wednesday Addams and a sleep-deprived cat had a baby.”
You finally looked up at him with the blankest stare you could muster. “I will replace your shampoo with glue.”
Sunoo gasped, scandalized. “Sunghoon, your sister threatened me!”
“She does that,” he said calmly, sipping from his drink.
Meanwhile, Sunghoon’s girlfriend was busy telling Heeseung’s girlfriend about a new nail salon when her gaze flicked to you and Jungwon again. She nudged Sunghoon under the table.
He blinked. “No.”
“You didn’t even hear what I was going to say.”
“Yes, I did. And it’s still no.”
“They’d be so cute together!”
“No.”
“You’re so grumpy sometimes,” she huffed, crossing her arms.
“You’re just loud,” he muttered.
“I heard that!”
You rolled your eyes and shoved a fry into your mouth just as Jungwon finally stopped trying to talk. He tapped nervously at his tray, eyes flicking down to his food. You could feel his awkwardness radiating in waves.
And you hated how it made your chest tighten a little.
The table broke into laughter at something Jake said, and you just sat there in the calm middle of it all—quiet, grumpy, unimpressed. But for the first time that day, you weren’t desperate to leave.
Which was weird. But maybe you could blame it on the way Jungwon kept sneaking glances your way.
Even if you didn’t return them. Yet.
Jungwon had that look again. The one that made you want to throw a pillow at his face and storm out of the room for no reason other than how… bright he was.
“Let’s go camping,” he said, plopping down on the couch next to where you were curled up, minding your own business with a book you were only half-reading. “Like a group trip. All of us.”
You blinked at him, slowly. “Why would I voluntarily spend a weekend in the woods with mosquitoes, uneven ground, and people?”
He grinned, undeterred. “Because it’s fun. And because you clearly need to loosen up a little.”
You narrowed your eyes. “Excuse me?”
“You’re always cooped up in your dorm or hiding behind Sunghoon or glaring at everyone during lunch,” he said matter-of-factly, like he hadn’t just signed his own death warrant. “It wouldn’t kill you to try being part of the group.”
Sunghoon, from the kitchen, muttered, “She only goes to lunch because I drag her there.”
“Exactly my point!” Jungwon exclaimed, pointing at your brother like he’d just proven something. “C’mon, Y/N. It’ll be nice. Campfire, s’mores, nature… friends.”
You stared at him. That smile of his, the one that curved just a little more on the right side, the soft crinkles at the corners of his eyes, the way he was so annoyingly earnest—it made something in your chest itch.
“No.”
“Please?”
“No.”
“You can bring a portable fan and three cans of bug spray. I’ll even carry your stuff.”
“I said no.”
He tilted his head. “Are you scared you’ll actually have a good time?”
You shut your book with a snap. “You’re insufferable.”
“I’ll take that as a maybe.”
“You’ll take it as a no.”
“Sunoo’s going.”
You hesitated.
“And Jake. And Jay. And Sunghoon and his girlfriend. Heeseung and his girlfriend said they’ll come if there’s a real bathroom.”
You looked at him, unimpressed. “You planned this already.”
Jungwon smiled, victorious. “I had faith.”
You sighed, long and dramatic, flopping back against the couch. “Fine. I’ll go. Just to get you off my back.”
“Yay!” he said, like you’d just agreed to world peace.
“But if there’s a single spider—one—I’m leaving.”
He held up three fingers. “Scout’s honor.”
“You’ve never been a scout.”
“Still counts.”
You rolled your eyes, but a small, reluctant smile tugged at your lips when he wasn’t looking.
Spring break hit with the kind of anticipation that had the entire campus buzzing. People were packing bags, coordinating snack lists, fighting over which playlist to use for the drive. It was chaos—in a way that made you want to crawl back under your blankets and pretend the world didn’t exist. But unfortunately, Jungwon’s persistence and your impulsive “Fine, I’ll go” had landed you a spot on this cursed trip.
Everyone was gathered in front of the parking lot early that morning, chattering, yawning, stretching. The two rented vans were parked side by side, engines rumbling quietly as everyone shuffled around trying to load their bags.
You crossed your arms and looked up at Sunghoon. “I’m riding in your van.”
He barely looked up from where he was loading his girlfriend’s duffel into the trunk. “No, you’re not.”
You blinked. “Excuse me?”
He finally turned to face you, already exasperated. “Y/N, we’re each sharing a van with our girlfriends.”
You gestured to yourself, deadpan. “I am your sister.”
“Not the same thing.”
“You’re telling me you’d rather spend three hours crammed in a van with Jake and Sunoo talking about anime character types while your girlfriend sings along to every song off key—”
“Yes.”
You scowled. “Wow. What happened to blood being thicker than water?”
His girlfriend popped her head out from the side of the van, smile already in place. “Don’t worry, Y/N! I already packed snacks for you and I think you’re with Jungwon anyway.”
“What?”
Jungwon appeared behind you like some overly peppy ghost. “Morning! I put your bag in our van already. We’ve got good air conditioning, just saying.”
You turned to glare at him. “You what?”
Sunoo clapped dramatically from a few feet away. “Ooooh, you’re sharing with Jungwon? This is either the start of a rom-com or a disaster film.”
“I vote disaster,” you muttered under your breath.
Sunghoon gave your shoulder a pat as he slid into the driver’s seat. “Try not to murder anyone.”
You huffed, trudging toward the second van where Jungwon was already opening your door like some boy-next-door prince. He even had a thermos in hand—probably green tea or some healthy crap. You didn’t ask.
“I didn’t agree to share a van with you,” you grumbled, climbing in.
Jungwon just buckled in and smiled. “Well, you didn’t not agree either.”
You stared out the window, jaw tight. This trip was already feeling too long… and the engine hadn’t even started yet.
The vans were all packed, the skies were mostly clear, and it almost felt like things were going to go according to plan. Keyword: almost.
Jake stood beside Van 1, arms crossed, lips pursed as he eyed the group assignments one last time. “Okay, but I still think it’s a terrible idea to put Heeseung and Jay in the same van.”
Jay’s girlfriend, ever the chaos advocate, waved her hand dismissively. “They need to make up. This is the perfect chance. Think of it as forced bonding.”
Heeseung snorted from behind her. “More like forced suffering.”
Sunoo popped his head up from the back of Van 1, cheeks stuffed with snacks. “Can I switch vans? I’ll go with Jungwon and Y/N. I’m great company!”
“No,” you and Jungwon both said at the exact same time.
Sunoo blinked, then smirked. “Wow. Okay. Guess I’ll just keep my charisma to myself.”
You shot Jungwon a glare, but he was already climbing into the driver’s seat of your van—Van 3, aka the loner van. AKA you and him, stuck together for a few hours while the rest of your brother’s chaotic group pretended to function like normal humans.
You didn’t even have time to say goodbye to Sunghoon before Jungwon was already pulling out of the parking lot.
The ride started out in silence. Then music. Then more silence.
It was about twenty minutes into the drive when Jungwon finally broke the quiet.
“So… you probably feel a little out of place, huh?” he said, keeping his eyes on the road.
You shrugged, arms crossed. “You think?”
He chuckled. “Okay, fair. I just mean… they’re a lot to take in.”
“You don’t say.”
“Well,” he said, shifting in his seat, “you’ve probably figured out who’s dating who, right?”
“I’m not blind.”
“Alright. So Van 1—Sunghoon, Jake, their girlfriends, and Sunoo. The stable van.”
You raised a brow. “Sunoo’s the stability?”
“Don’t underestimate Sunoo,” Jungwon said seriously. “He knows everything. I’m pretty sure he could run this school if he wanted to.”
You snorted. “Next.”
“Van 2,” Jungwon said with a grin. “The drama van. Jay, Heeseung, their girlfriends. Basically a soap opera on wheels.”
You glanced at him. “Why? What happened?”
He glanced sideways, then said, “Well… Jay and Heeseung used to be close, until Jay kissed Heeseung’s girlfriend.”
Your jaw dropped.
“Twice,” Jungwon added helpfully. “Once before she and Heeseung were dating, and once after. But Jay swears she kissed him the second time, and she admits to it, but Heeseung won’t let it go.”
You blinked. “And now Jay is dating someone else?”
“Oh yeah. She’s just as chaotic as he is. They’re the perfect match. But she’s also childhood best friends with Heeseung, so it’s awkward all around.”
“Yikes.”
He nodded. “Exactly. That’s why Jake wanted to separate them. But Jay’s girlfriend was like ‘they need to make up’ and dragged them into the same van anyway.”
You let out a low whistle. “No wonder Sunoo wanted to escape.”
Jungwon laughed, and the air settled into something a little more comfortable after that. He explained more as the road wound on—tiny dramas, moments of laughter, stories you’d missed being the new one in the group.
But about an hour in, things took a turn.
The sky darkened suddenly, clouds rolling in like something out of a horror movie. The rain started slowly—just a patter on the windshield—but quickly turned heavy, pelting down so hard Jungwon had to slow to a crawl.
“Uh,” you said, glancing out the fogged window, “should we… pull over?”
“We’re almost at the rest stop,” Jungwon muttered, eyes squinting against the blur. “Just a few more minutes—”
Thud.
The van jolted.
You both froze.
“…Please tell me that wasn’t a tire,” you whispered.
Jungwon sighed, already pulling over. “That was a tire.”
He hopped out into the rain, grabbing his jacket as the wind howled. You stayed in the van, cold seeping into your skin even as the heater ran.
Ten minutes passed. Then fifteen. Then twenty. Finally, he ducked back inside, soaked and shivering.
“It’s too dark,” he muttered. “I can’t see anything, and my phone’s got no signal. We’ll have to wait till morning.”
You stared at him. “You’re telling me we’re stuck here? In a van? In the middle of nowhere? Alone?”
He looked sheepish. “Pretty much.”
You sat back, heart racing.
And for the first time that day, you were truly terrified.
You were shaken. Even though you sat with your arms folded tightly across your chest, eyes glued to the pitch-black forest outside the rain-speckled window, your body was stiff—too still. You didn’t say anything, didn’t make a sound, but Jungwon noticed. He always noticed.
Without a word, he shifted beside you in the front seat of the van, then gently wrapped an arm around your shoulders. His touch wasn’t overbearing or awkward. It was quiet, like him. Patient. Warm.
“You’re not okay,” he murmured.
“I’m fine,” you muttered.
“You’re lying.”
You didn’t argue, because he wasn’t wrong. But you didn’t respond either.
A silence stretched between you, filled only by the steady tapping of rain on the windshield and the occasional creak of the van shifting under the wind. The dark had settled in deep now, wrapping around the vehicle like a second skin.
“I hate being stuck,” you finally said, your voice low. “I hate not knowing what’s going to happen. I hate not having a signal, not knowing where we are—feeling like I’m not in control.”
Jungwon gave your shoulder a soft squeeze. “Yeah… I figured.”
You fell silent again, until he nudged you gently and said, “Okay. Tell me something your brother did that was so extroverted and humiliating that no one else besides you knows about it.”
You blinked, caught off guard. “What?”
“Come on. Distract yourself. Something Sunghoon did. Spill.”
A reluctant laugh slipped out of you, and Jungwon’s grin widened.
“He once got on stage during orientation week and did a full dance cover of Love Divebecause someone dared him,” you mumbled. “And he actually nailed it.”
“Love Dive? Seriously?” Jungwon tried to suppress a laugh, and failed. “No way.”
“He practiced for three days. I have a video.”
He let out a sharp breath of laughter and leaned his head back against the seat. “Okay, yeah, that helped. I’m feeling better already.”
You smiled, just barely, the tension starting to melt off your shoulders. You almost forgot about the storm outside, the flat tire, the cold. Almost.
Until a sharp crack of thunder split through the sky.
You jumped—physically flinched—and before you could stop yourself, you scooted closer to Jungwon, pressing into his side like instinct. His arm immediately tightened around you, steadying, grounding.
“I’ve got you,” he whispered, softer this time. “You’re okay.”
And somehow, sitting there with him in the dark, you believed it.
After a while, the front seats of the van started to feel cold and cramped, and Jungwon, sensing your growing discomfort, suggested quietly, “We can pull out the bed in the back… might be warmer there.”
You didn’t answer, but you nodded, following him as he climbed out of the front. He moved slowly, giving you space but also staying close enough to reach if you needed him. Together, you helped tug the folded bed out from its compartment, laying it flat and spreading one of the extra blankets over it.
You sat beside him on the makeshift mattress, legs tucked underneath you, hands buried in your sleeves. The van wasn’t exactly spacious, but the bed was wide enough to sit shoulder-to-shoulder without brushing—barely.
The rain still drummed steadily on the roof, creating a rhythm that was both soothing and unnerving. You hated storms. Always had.
Then, like the sky had waited for your guard to come down, lightning struck again. Closer this time—followed by a crack so loud the whole van seemed to rattle. You gasped sharply and before you even knew what you were doing, you threw yourself toward Jungwon.
Your hands gripped his hoodie, your body curling into his lap as if you could disappear there, your breath coming in short, panicked puffs. You hated this—how vulnerable you suddenly felt, how raw and open your fear was—but your body didn’t listen to your pride. It just needed safety. Warmth. Him.
Jungwon didn’t say a word. He didn’t tease, didn’t even shift awkwardly. His arms came around you immediately, holding you close like he’d done this a thousand times before. One hand rubbed gentle, soothing circles into your back while the other rested lightly on the back of your head.
Then you started crying.
Not the messy, heaving sobs you’d always imagined people cried when breaking down—but the quiet kind. The kind that slipped down your cheeks without permission, burning and soft. You couldn’t remember the last time you cried in front of someone else.
“I hate this,” you whispered into his hoodie. “I hate feeling like this.”
“I know,” he whispered back. “But you don’t have to pretend with me, okay? Just for tonight… it’s okay to be scared.”
You don’t know how long you stayed like that—wrapped in Jungwon’s arms, eyes closed against the world, tears drying slowly. The storm eventually began to calm. The thunder faded to distant rumbles, and the rain softened into a drizzle.
Then, with an almost comical sputter, the van’s power flickered back on. The dashboard lights glowed faintly. The heater whirred to life. And just like that, reality came rushing back in.
You blinked and pulled away slowly, only to freeze as you realized where you were: practically curled in Jungwon’s lap, your arms still wrapped around him, your cheek resting against his chest.
You moved quickly, almost too quickly, scooting back and wiping your face with your sleeve. The silence that followed was heavy—awkward and thick and way too loud now that the storm had passed.
“I—sorry,” you mumbled, avoiding his eyes. “That was… a lot.”
Jungwon shifted too, but not far. “It’s okay,” he said softly. “Really.”
But you didn’t know how to feel. You weren’t used to people seeing you like that. Especially not someone like him.
And now, sitting side by side in the faint light, with your tears still damp on your skin and the ghost of his touch lingering on your back, you suddenly weren’t sure what scared you more—the storm outside… or the one happening inside you.
The rain had finally stopped, but that didn’t mean you were out of the woods. Literally.
It was 2:07 AM, and the van was still parked on the side of some empty, winding road surrounded by nothing but trees and thick silence. The air inside was warmer now thanks to the heater, but that didn’t fix the flat tire—or the awkwardness hanging heavy between you and Jungwon after what had just happened.
You sat cross-legged on the bed, facing the window, pretending to be way more interested in the foggy glass than the fact that you were very much aware of Jungwon’s presence just a few feet behind you. He was still sitting up against the back of the van, legs stretched out, fiddling absently with the zipper on his jacket.
Neither of you had spoken much since the power came back on. A few quiet “you okay?”s and mumbled “yeah”s, but beyond that? Just tension.
He glanced over at you for what felt like the hundredth time. “So… uh. Still no signal.”
“Shocker,” you muttered, not turning around.
“We’ll fix the tire at sunrise. I can’t see anything in the dark without messing it up more.”
“Mhm.”
Silence again.
You hated this. Not just the situation, but how… exposed you still felt. You hadn’t meant to cry in front of him. You hadn’t meant to let him hold you. And now, it was like that moment had cracked something open, and you didn’t know how to patch it back up.
Jungwon cleared his throat. “Do you want the bed to yourself? I can sleep sitting up or something.”
“No. It’s fine.”
“You sure?”
You finally turned to face him, eyes meeting his. “Can you just… not make it a thing?”
He blinked. “What?”
“Earlier. The crying. The whole… mess. Just don’t make it a thing, okay? I don’t need you looking at me like I’m fragile now.”
You rolled your eyes, turning back toward the window. “Great. Even worse.”
He let out a quiet laugh, barely audible. “You know, for someone who pretends not to care about people, you sure care a lot about what I think.”
Your lips pressed into a tight line. He wasn’t wrong—but you weren’t about to admit that.
“It’s late,” you said instead. “We should try to sleep.”
You heard him shift behind you, and then the quiet rustle of blankets as he laid down on the far side of the bed, careful to leave space between you.
But even with the silence returning and your body exhausted, sleep didn’t come easy. Not when your brain was still replaying the way his arms had felt around you. Not when every beat of the clock brought you closer to morning—and whatever would come after this strange, vulnerable night you never meant to share.
The hours ticked by slowly, stretching the night into something that felt endless.
The space between you and Jungwon wasn’t very big. The bed was narrow, the van cold despite the heater humming faintly, and somewhere between turning to face the wall and trying to ignore how your thoughts spiraled, you realized you weren’t sleeping at all. Neither was he.
You could tell by the way he shifted every few minutes, quietly clearing his throat or sighing like he was trying not to seem restless. Finally, at around 3:15 AM, his voice cut through the stillness—soft, careful.
“Hey.”
You turned your head slightly. “What?”
“Can I ask you something?”
You hesitated. “…Yeah.”
“When you said you’re scared of being emotionally dependent on people… was that about someone specific?”
You stared at the ceiling. You weren’t sure why your chest tightened at the question. Maybe because you’d let that confession slip too easily earlier. Maybe because this was the first time someone actually followed up instead of brushing it off.
You swallowed. “Not just one person. More like… a pattern.”
He didn’t say anything for a moment. Then, gently: “Like what?”
“Like I used to trust people. I’d let them in, even when it hurt. And each time, it ended with me being the only one trying to fix things.” You paused, fingers curling slightly into the blanket. “At some point, I just stopped trying.”
Jungwon shifted closer—not enough to touch, but enough to feel it.
“I’m not trying to ‘fix’ you,” he said quietly. “I just want to understand you.”
Your breath hitched slightly.
“And I know you don’t like being seen,” he added, almost like an afterthought. “But you don’t have to hide around me.”
You didn’t know what to say to that. So you didn’t say anything.
Instead, you turned your body slightly toward him. Not enough to close the distance completely—but enough that he’d know you weren’t shutting him out.
Minutes passed in silence again. But it wasn’t awkward anymore.
At 4:00 AM, the sky outside started to shift, a faint grey creeping into the edges of the horizon. You were still awake, and so was he.
Jungwon sat up first, running a hand through his hair. “It’s almost light enough. I’ll check the tire.”
You nodded sleepily, rubbing your eyes. “Okay. I’ll… come with you?”
He turned back to look at you, his gaze soft but steady. “Only if you want to.”
You gave a small nod, pulling the blanket tighter around you for a second before kicking it off and sliding off the bed.
It was quiet again, but something had changed between you—like a wire had loosened. Maybe things wouldn’t go back to the way they were. Maybe you didn’t want them to.
The air was crisp when you stepped out of the van, the ground still damp from the night before. Dew clung to the grass and your shoes squelched lightly against the earth, but the storm had passed. A faint mist curled in the distance, and the sun hadn’t quite broken over the trees yet—just a soft blue-gray glow painted the horizon.
Jungwon crouched by the flat tire, flashlight wedged under his arm as he examined it. You stood beside him with your arms crossed tightly, partly from the chill and partly because… well, what else were you supposed to do? Last night had been—something. Too much, maybe. And even though he hadn’t brought it up, you could feel the weight of it still lingering between you.
“Looks like it’ll hold until we get to a service station,” he muttered, brushing his hands off on his jeans. “I just need to switch it out with the spare.”
“Need help?” you offered, voice still hoarse from barely sleeping.
He looked up at you and smiled—not that smug, teasing smile he usually wore around you, but something small and warm. “You offering to actually help me instead of glaring at me? Must be a special day.”
You rolled your eyes, but your lips twitched. “Don’t push it.”
Still, you knelt beside him and passed him tools when he asked, watching him work quickly and efficiently. By the time the spare tire was secured and you were both sitting on the bumper catching your breath, the sun had finally peeked through the trees.
“Thanks,” Jungwon said quietly.
You glanced over. “For what?”
“For… trusting me,” he said. “Even a little.”
You looked away, watching your breath fog in the cool morning air. “Don’t get used to it.”
He chuckled, not pushing further. “Okay.”
Another pause, then he added, “Do you think they noticed we were gone?”
You groaned. “Probably.”
Jungwon smirked. “Should we lie and say we were attacked by bears?”
You gave him a flat look. “That’s so specific.”
He shrugged. “You never know. Might make us more interesting.”
“You’re already interesting,” you said before you could stop yourself.
You both blinked.
Silence.
“…Forget I said that,” you mumbled, turning away.
But Jungwon was smiling again—bright, proud, but not teasing this time. “Too late.”
And when you both climbed back into the van and started the engine, there was still silence—but it was softer now, like a thread connecting the two of you had finally begun to tie itself together. Not forced. Not rushed. Just… a start.
The campsite buzzed with the sounds of life when you and Jungwon finally pulled in. Laughter echoed through the trees, smoke curled lazily from a fire pit where someone was trying to get breakfast started, and Jake was playing some acoustic guitar on a log while his girlfriend swayed beside him.
You had barely stepped out of the van, stretching your stiff limbs, when Sunoo boltedacross the campsite like a heat-seeking missile.
“Oh. My. God,” he gasped, eyes bouncing between you and Jungwon. “You guys were gone all night. ALL NIGHT. I swear to God, if this is a slow-burn friends-to-lovers enemies-to-lovers surprise-romance situation and you didn’t tell me, I’m going to explode.”
You blinked. “What—”
“Did you guys fuck?” Sunoo blurted, voice way too loud.
Everyone turned.
Jungwon nearly choked on air. “SUNOO!”
You grabbed the nearest camping chair and flung a towel over your face. “We did NOT!”
“Well,” Sunoo huffed, crossing his arms. “With that much chemistry, I’m just saying—”
“Sunoo,” you gritted out through clenched teeth.
He raised his hands in surrender. “Fine, fine, I’ll stop. For now.” But the sparkle in his eyes said he absolutely would not be letting it go.
While you tried to pretend you didn’t just become the headline of the group’s gossip board, Jungwon drifted over to the edge of the campsite where Sunghoon was helping his girlfriend unload a cooler from the car.
Sunghoon noticed him coming and immediately groaned. “No.”
Jungwon blinked. “No what?”
“No to whatever you’re about to say.”
“I didn’t even say anything yet,” Jungwon said, exasperated. “I just—look, I really like your sister.”
“Ew.” Sunghoon looked genuinely distressed. “Ew, stop. Go away.”
“I’m serious,” Jungwon said, trying to keep his voice low and calm. “I’m not messing with her. I just… I want your blessing to ask her out.”
Sunghoon paused. Stared. Then deadpanned, “No.”
Jungwon nodded slowly, lips twitching. “Okay. Well… I actually don’t need your blessing. I was just being polite.”
Sunghoon stared harder. “You little—”
But his girlfriend came up behind him, slipping her arms around his waist and whispering something into his ear. He grumbled under his breath, scowled at Jungwon one more time, and then turned away.
Which Jungwon took as his cue to walk off, hiding the satisfied smirk on his face.
You, meanwhile, were still dodging Sunoo’s very detailed reenactment of how he imagined the night went down.
Yeah. Spring break was off to a great start.
The rest of the day moved in a weird haze of tension and pretending like the night before hadn’t happened.
You avoided Jungwon. Not in a dramatic way—just enough that you didn’t have to look at him for too long. Just enough that when he laughed with the others by the fire, your eyes would skip past him like he was just another log in the pile. Just enough that every time he glanced your way, you quickly turned back to your marshmallow, pretending to be way too focused on roasting it to golden-brown perfection.
Sunoo didn’t make it any easier.
“You know,” he said, flopping down beside you with a very loud crunch of gravel, “for someone who didn’t do anything, you two are acting real suspicious.”
“Sunoo,” you warned, “if you say one more thing—”
“I’m just saying!” He threw up his hands dramatically. “If I were trapped in a van during a thunderstorm with someone as emotionally constipated as Jungwon, I’d cry too.”
You shoved his shoulder lightly, but the corner of your mouth twitched upward.
Meanwhile, across the fire, Jungwon was deep in conversation with Jay’s girlfriend, who was nodding enthusiastically while pointing toward a picnic table. He looked more relaxed now, laughing softly, shaking his head at something she said.
And still, he glanced over at you.
Again.
You turned away, heart twisting a little.
When the sun began to dip, casting streaks of orange and pink across the sky, someone suggested games. Charades. Then Uno. Then some weird camping version of spin the bottle that you absolutely refused to play.
Heeseung and his girlfriend were the first ones to bow out, heading toward their tent after a playful argument about who knows what. Jay and his girlfriend were in their own world, laughing so loudly it echoed through the trees. Jake and his girlfriend cuddling by the fire. Sunghoon was trying to keep his girlfriend from jumping into the lake at night.
And you?
You were sitting beside Sunoo again, who had finally—finally—gone quiet, head resting on your shoulder as he dozed off.
That’s when Jungwon walked up.
His voice was quiet. “Can we talk?”
You didn’t move at first. Just stared at the fire.
Then slowly, you stood. Gently nudging Sunoo off you, you followed Jungwon toward the edge of the clearing, just far enough away to not be overheard, just close enough to still feel the warmth of the group.
He rubbed the back of his neck. “So… are we just gonna pretend last night didn’t happen?”
You swallowed. “I don’t know.”
“I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable,” he said softly. “That wasn’t— I just knew you were scared. I didn’t want you to feel like you had to hold it all in.”
You looked away. “I don’t want to be someone’s challenge.”
“You’re not,” he said quickly. “I swear, you’re not. I don’t want to fix you. I just… I like you. Grumpiness and all. You don’t have to act okay around me. I’d rather have you yell at me and mean it than smile and fake it.”
Your eyes met his. He looked… honest.
It scared you.
So you said the first thing that came to mind. “Sunghoon’s gonna kill you.”
Jungwon smiled. “He already tried.”
You didn’t smile back—yet—but the corners of your lips twitched.
After the camping trip, everything seemed fine at first. The days passed, and you and Jungwon were a little less awkward around each other. You both would talk here and there, but it wasn’t like before—when you could barely stand being in the same room without pretending to not notice his gaze. It was comfortable in a way, like the distance between the two of you had shrunk a little.
The trip had brought something out of you that you hadn’t been ready for, but at least it wasn’t as terrible as you thought it would be. You’d even laughed a few times, exchanged some stories, and you might’ve even caught yourself smiling—genuinely smiling—when he said something funny.
But as soon as you heard it, it felt like all the progress you had made came crashing down around you.
You were in the common room of your dorm, just finishing a group project, when you overheard a conversation between Jungwon and Sunoo.
“I think I’m finally getting through to her,” Jungwon said, his voice lighter than it had been the past few days. “She’s not as cold as she used to be.”
Sunoo’s voice responded, teasing. “Well, it’s about time. She’s hard to crack, but you’ve got this.”
Your heart sank. The words hit harder than you expected. It was a stupid thing to be hurt over, but it felt like you were just a project to him. Another challenge to overcome. Just another box to check off, another thing to fix. Like you were something he needed to conquer and not someone he was genuinely trying to understand.
You thought you had found something real in the small, quiet moments between the two of you—when he’d make you laugh, or when you’d share stories that made you feel a little less like a closed-off puzzle. But now, it all felt fake. You weren’t a challenge. You weren’t his damn project. And maybe, just maybe, that’s what had made you start pulling away in the first place. You weren’t ready to be the thing he worked on. Not when it felt like you were just part of his “I need to fix you” list.
You turned away quickly, trying to push the sting out of your chest as you grabbed your things and walked to your room. The tightness in your chest only grew as you closed the door behind you. You didn’t even give yourself a second to think before you did it: you took your phone out and deleted his number.
You couldn’t look at it anymore. Couldn’t keep seeing his name lighting up your screen. You stopped answering his texts. Ignored his calls. Every notification from him felt like a weight on your shoulders, reminding you that you were just another challenge, just another project to him.
And as much as you hated it, you did the same with everyone else. You didn’t reply to Sunghoon’s texts about your plans for the day, didn’t show up for the usual hangouts with your brother and his friends. You couldn’t bear the idea of seeing them and having them ask where Jungwon was. Where things stood. You didn’t want to answer any of their questions. You didn’t want to be reminded that you had let yourself fall for someone who had probably never taken you seriously.
You didn’t even bother showing up to the study sessions anymore. Every day felt like it was getting harder to keep pretending everything was fine when your mind was so tangled with anger and confusion.
Spring break ended, and with it, the brief but quiet connection you had with Jungwon. He was busy now, the semester starting again. But even as the first day of uni came, you found yourself missing the comfort of those small moments. The awkwardness. The laughs. His presence. But it was too late now. It didn’t matter.
At least that’s what you told yourself every time you ignored his message or silenced his call.
You hadn’t expected Sunghoon to show up at your dorm. Not with his hoodie half-on and a scowl already forming between his brows. He didn’t say anything at first, just stepped inside like he owned the place and dropped his bag on your bed with a thud.
“What’s wrong with you?” he asked, not accusing—just concerned. And that somehow made it worse.
You didn’t mean to say it, not right away. But it all came spilling out anyway. The overheard conversation. The words Jungwon had said. The way it felt like you’d been nothing more than a challenge to him. Something to break through and fix. The way you hated how it hurt.
Sunghoon sat through the whole thing, jaw clenching tighter with every word you said. When you finally fell quiet, his hands were already fisted at his sides.
“He said what?” he snapped, already standing. “That idiot. I swear—”
“Hoon, don’t—” you started, but he was already out the door.
It didn’t take long for him to find Jungwon. He always had a radar for people he wanted to scold.
Jungwon blinked when he saw Sunghoon marching toward him across the quad, his voice sharp before he even fully reached him. “What the hell did you say to her?”
Jungwon’s face fell. “Wait, she heard that?”
“Oh, so you did say it.” Sunghoon’s eyes narrowed.
“It’s not what it sounds like,” Jungwon said quickly. “I didn’t mean it like that. I wasn’t trying to say she was a challenge—God, no. I was telling Sunoo that I finally felt like she was starting to trust me. I was happy. I wasn’t—”
Sunghoon didn’t look convinced.
“I like her,” Jungwon said, more firmly now. “Not because she’s hard to read, not because she’s a mystery or whatever. I like her because… she makes everything make sense. She’s quiet, but when she talks, it matters. And when she looks at me like I’m not completely annoying, it makes my day.”
Sunghoon exhaled and rubbed a hand down his face. “Just fix it. And don’t make her cry again. I mean it.”
Later that evening, there was a knock at your dorm door.
You weren’t going to answer it—until you heard his voice, low and quiet.
“It’s me.”
You opened the door a crack. Jungwon stood there holding your favorite snack in one hand, and in the other, a worn-out poetry book you had mentioned once when you were half-asleep in the van during the camping trip.
“I know you’re mad,” he said softly. “But can I come in? Just for a second?”
You let the door swing open.
He stepped inside, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. “I’m sorry. For what I said to Sunoo. For how it sounded. I didn’t mean it like that, I swear. I didn’t think you’d hear it, but that doesn’t mean it was okay to say.”
You stayed quiet, arms crossed, watching him.
“I talk about you because I like you,” he continued. “Not because I want to win you, or fix you, or prove anything. I talk about you because… I want to understand you. And I want you to trust me enough to let me in. That’s all.”
You glanced down at the poetry book in his hand, and your chest tightened.
After a long pause, you sighed and shook your head. “You’re so annoying.”
He cracked a sheepish smile. “Yeah. I get that a lot.”
“…You can walk me to class tomorrow.”
He perked up instantly, smile blooming like the sun breaking through clouds. “Yeah?”
You rolled your eyes and turned around so he wouldn’t see the way your lips threatened to smile. “But don’t make a big deal out of it.”
“I won’t,” he said, already grinning. “Totally casual. Just two classmates. Walking.”
You shut the door behind him, heart racing in spite of yourself.
The next day, you found yourself back in the cafeteria, still sporting your signature scowl and the sunglasses that hid most of your face. You weren’t exactly thrilled to be sitting with the others again, but at least you had coffee. And you weren’t going to admit it, but you were kind of okay with Jungwon walking beside you—just a little bit.
As soon as you took your seat, Jungwon slid into the chair next to you with a big, goofy grin on his face. He handed you your coffee, still beaming like a dog who had just learned how to fetch.
“Still grumpy?” he teased, nudging your shoulder lightly.
You shot him a quick glance, raising an eyebrow. “Always,” you muttered, but there was something about the way he was looking at you—like you were the best thing he’d seen in a while—that made it hard to keep the edge.
You couldn’t stop the tiny smile that tugged at the corner of your lips. Jungwon’s grin widened like he’d just won the lottery. He looked way too proud of himself.
Sunghoon, who had been sitting across from you, groaned dramatically. “Please don’t do that in front of me ever again,” he said, scrunching his nose as if he’d just watched something gross.
You smirked, giving him a little shrug. “What’s your problem?” you shot back, still amused.
Sunghoon’s girlfriend, who had been chatting with Jake’s girlfriend, turned her head and raised her eyebrows. “Hey, you and I are way worse than that,” she said with a mischievous grin.
Jay, who had been in his own world, suddenly looked up at the mention of “worse.” He nodded in agreement, casually leaning back in his chair. “Yeah, don’t pretend like you and Hoon aren’t way more obnoxious than them,” he added with a smirk, looking at his own girlfriend.
Sunghoon shot him a look that could’ve killed, but Jay only grinned wider, clearly enjoying his role in messing with Sunghoon.
“Can you not?” Sunghoon groaned, resting his head on the table like he couldn’t deal with his friends anymore. “I’m not even here for this. Seriously.”
You chuckled under your breath, feeling a little more at ease with the group around you. It was nice, in a way, to be surrounded by people who weren’t as exhausting as you’d initially thought. But as you sipped your coffee, you felt Jungwon’s gaze on you again, making your chest tighten in that way only he seemed to manage.
“So,” Jungwon started, his tone shifting slightly, “when are you going to admit you missed me?”
You rolled your eyes, but the smile tugging at your lips said everything.
You were walking down the hall, scrolling through your phone, when you heard a loud voice—sharp, gruff, and full of irritation. You looked up just in time to see a girl backing away, holding her hands up in apology. She was drenched in some kind of drink, and standing opposite her, was a tall figure with his arms crossed.
It was Niki.
His dark eyes narrowed as he stared at the girl, his voice cold and direct. “You better be more careful next time,” he snapped.
“I’m really sorry,” the girl stammered, clearly embarrassed. “I didn’t mean to—I’ll clean it up!”
He grunted, not looking all that bothered, though the tension in his posture didn’t exactly scream forgiveness. “Whatever,” he muttered, before turning to walk away, leaving the girl still frozen in place.
You couldn’t help but watch as he strode off down the hall, his expression as nonchalant as ever. But there was something about him—something sharp and guarded. It made you curious.
Maybe this would be an interesting story for later.
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#25: The quiet nerd turns out to be anything but shy, using your body like it’s his.
pairing: jungwon x reader - prompt req list
synopsis: You spent months teasing Jungwon for being the quiet nerd in class—until one night he finally snapped, and you learned exactly how wrong you were about him. ✉️ 3782wc
💌: no because I totally imagine this happening good jungwon by day evil jungwon by night 😈
You weren’t a mean girl, not really. Just…a little playful. Maybe a little too playful when it came to the nerdy boy who sat in the back of your Chemistry class.
Yang Jungwon.
Blonde hair always perfectly parted, button-down shirts always ironed stiff, and those stupid little glasses perched on the bridge of his nose—he was practically begging for it. He didn’t even talk back when you and your friends joked about him. He just sat there, quietly scribbling formulas with that pretty hand of his, pretending not to hear the way you laughed.
“You think he’s a robot or something?” your friend Hana giggled one afternoon, chin propped on her hand as she watched Jungwon flip through his notes. “Bet he’s never even held a girl’s hand.”
You snickered behind your palm. “Held? I bet he’d pass out if a girl even looked at him for too long.”
It wasn’t personal. It was harmless, you told yourself. Jungwon was just…so easy to tease. Always so quiet, so polite, so desperately nerdy. He wore khaki pants for god’s sake. Khakis. In high school.
Sometimes you’d catch him sneaking glances at you when he thought you weren’t looking—soft, wide-eyed stares, like he couldn’t believe you were real. It only made it funnier. You’d smile sweetly at him on purpose, wave too enthusiastically, lean a little too close when asking him a question during group projects, just to watch his face flush scarlet and his glasses fog up.
The poor boy was so easy to break.
And you weren’t the only one who noticed. Your whole group kind of adopted it as a game at this point: how fast could you fluster Jungwon? How pink could you get his cheeks? How many stuttered responses could you collect like trophies?
“He’s like…a pet,” your other friend Minji whispered one time after a pop quiz. You had just tapped Jungwon’s shoulder and thanked him (loudly) for “helping you study”—which he hadn’t—and the boy had practically short-circuited on the spot. “Like a little lost puppy.”
You’d laughed then, flipping your hair over your shoulder, feeling every bit the queen bee you were supposed to be. Jungwon was safe. Harmless. He wasn’t like the cocky jocks or the bad boys you flirted with sometimes—he was soft, easy to control, easy to tease.
Or at least…that’s what you thought.
Until one afternoon, everything changed.
You were sitting at your desk, lazily twirling a pen between your fingers, when you felt a shadow fall across your table. You looked up, blinking.
It was Jungwon.
He stood stiffly in front of you, clutching a neatly organized folder to his chest like a shield. His blonde hair was slightly messy today, a few strands falling across his forehead. His glasses slipped down his nose a little, and he pushed them up nervously with one finger.
You raised an eyebrow, amused. “Lost, Jungwon?”
He opened his mouth like he was about to say something—but then stopped, his throat bobbing with a hard swallow. His hands fidgeted against the folder, knuckles white from how tightly he gripped it. You could see the tips of his ears turning red.
Cute.
“I, uh…” He coughed lightly, adjusting his glasses again. “I…thought you might need help. For the chemistry assignment. Since…you asked…before.”
You blinked.
You hadn’t actually asked him for help—you’d teased him about it, sure, but it was all in good fun. You were popular, and smart enough to get by without tutoring from the class nerd. But now, standing there in front of you, Jungwon looked so serious. So determined, despite how nervous he clearly was.
You could feel Minji and Hana watching from across the room, barely containing their laughter. You gave them a quick glance—watch this—before turning back to Jungwon with your most dazzling smile.
“That’s sweet, Jungwon,” you said, voice dripping honey. “You’re worried about me?”
He flushed deeper, shifting his weight from foot to foot. “I just…you seemed like you might…um…need help.”
You bit the inside of your cheek to hold back a laugh. God, he was so easy.
Leaning forward on your elbows, you rested your chin in your hand and looked up at him through your lashes. “Are you offering to be my private tutor?”
His lips parted slightly, like the words got stuck in his throat. His glasses fogged a little again. “I—uh—I guess. If you want.”You smiled wider, loving the way his voice shook.
“Aw,” you cooed mockingly, loud enough for your friends to hear. “You’re so sweet, Jungwon. Are you always this nice to girls who bully you?”
Behind you, Hana snickered into her hand.
For a moment, Jungwon didn’t say anything. He just stood there, folder clutched tight to his chest, face burning. His eyes flickered to your mouth for a second—so quick you almost missed it—and then dropped to the floor again.
You tilted your head, smirking. So predictable.
“You’re cute when you’re nervous,” you added, voice low enough that only he could hear it. “Maybe if you’re lucky, I’ll let you buy me coffee after tutoring too.”
He said nothing. Just nodded stiffly, turned on his heel, and practically fled to the other side of the room.
You and your friends broke into giggles immediately.
“Poor thing’s gonna have a heart attack,” Minji whispered, wiping a tear from her eye. “Y/N, you’re evil.”
You smiled lazily, twirling your pen again. It was just harmless fun. Jungwon would never do anything about it. He was too shy, too sweet.
He’d stay quiet. Like he always did.
…Right?
You didn’t think about it much when you got the text later that day.
[unknown number]: you forgot your textbook. rm 3b.
[unknown number]: i can bring it if u want.
You stared at the messages, confused for a second—until you realized it had to be Jungwon. Of course it was. Who else would be that polite about a stupid forgotten book?
You texted back a half-hearted ok, already smirking to yourself. God, he’s desperate, you thought. He was really going out of his way for you now. It was almost pathetic.
You made your way to Room 3B after the last bell, the hallway practically deserted. Most people had already left for the day, leaving only the low hum of distant footsteps and the occasional squeak of sneakers on tile.
When you pushed open the door, the room was dim, the late afternoon sun spilling in long, golden streaks across the floor.
And there he was.
Jungwon stood by your desk, your chemistry textbook in hand, head bowed slightly. His blonde hair caught the light, making it look almost soft around the edges. He wasn’t wearing his blazer anymore—just the white button-up, the sleeves pushed up a little—and it made him look…different. More casual. More real.
You stepped inside lazily, the door clicking shut behind you.
“Wow,” you teased lightly, crossing your arms. “You really take your job as my tutor seriously, huh?”
He didn’t laugh.
Didn’t even smile.
He just looked up at you—and for the first time, you noticed something different in his eyes. Something that made your skin prickle a little.
He wasn’t nervous.
Not anymore.
“You forgot this,” he said simply, voice low and even.
You walked closer, letting your bag slide off your shoulder onto a chair. “Thanks, Professor Jungwon,” you joked, reaching for the book.
But instead of handing it to you, he held onto it—just out of reach.
You frowned. “What are you doing?”
For a second, he just looked at you, head tilted slightly like he was studying something.
Then he smiled.
Not the shy, awkward smile you were used to.
No, this one was slower. Lazier. A smile that knew things. Dangerous things.
“You think you’re funny, don’t you?” he said, voice still light but edged with something sharper underneath. “Messing with me. Laughing at me with your little friends.”
You blinked, heart skipping once, confused. This wasn’t…this wasn’t how it was supposed to go.
“I mean…” you said slowly, trying to summon that same teasing tone. “Maybe a little?”
Jungwon stepped closer.
You instinctively backed up—only to feel the desk press against the backs of your thighs.
You opened your mouth to say something else—to crack another joke, maybe, to turn the moment back into something safe—but before you could, he set the textbook down carefully on the desk beside you.
And caged you in with both hands, palms flat against the wood.
You stared up at him, breath caught.
His eyes, usually so soft, were burning now. Sharp and focused, like he was seeing right through you. His body was so close you could feel the heat rolling off him, suffocating, dizzying.
“You think you can just say whatever you want to me,” he said softly, so close you could feel his breath fan across your lips. “Laugh at me. Flirt with me. Make me look like a fool.”
You swallowed hard, every nerve in your body standing on end.
“I—It was just a joke,” you said quickly, but your voice wavered.
Another slow, dangerous smile.
“Yeah?” he murmured. “Well, here’s the thing, Y/N.”
He leaned down, mouth brushing your ear.
“I’m done being the joke.”
You froze, your whole body tensing, but Jungwon didn’t give you any time to think.
One hand slid from the desk to your waist, fingers digging in just hard enough to make you gasp. He pressed his body closer, chest against yours, so you could feel just how much bigger and stronger he really was.
“You’re so loud usually,” he whispered, voice smooth and dark against your ear. “Where’s all that attitude now, huh?”
You squirmed, but it only made him grip you tighter, pinning your hips against the desk.
“You thought you were in control,” he murmured, dragging the tip of his nose down the side of your throat, inhaling like he could smell your fear. “Laughing with your friends. Acting like you were better than me.”
You whimpered—quiet and unintentional—and he chuckled low in his chest.
“Not so funny now, is it?”
Slowly, torturously slow, he trailed his hand up your side, brushing under the hem of your shirt, fingertips feather-light against your bare skin. Your breath hitched, and he smiled against your neck.
“You like this,” he said quietly, almost like he was marveling at the realization. “You like when I’m mean to you.”
You shook your head automatically, but Jungwon just laughed again, dark and soft.
“Liar.”
He tilted your chin up with two fingers, forcing you to look at him.
His eyes were molten now, dark and hungry, and you shivered under the weight of his stare.
“I should make you beg,” he whispered, thumb brushing the corner of your mouth. “Make you apologize for being such a little brat.”
Your lips parted, desperate to say something—anything—but no words came out.
“You gonna be good for me now?” he asked, almost gently, dragging his thumb slowly across your bottom lip. “Or do I have to teach you a lesson?
You whimpered again, nodding weakly.
His smile widened, all sharp teeth and dangerous promise.
“Good girl.”
Without warning, he grabbed your thighs and lifted you up onto the desk, spreading your legs with his knees. The sudden movement made you squeak, grabbing onto his shoulders for balance, but he didn’t let you go—he loomed over you, hands gripping your waist possessively, like he owned you.
“Show me,” Jungwon said, voice so soft it barely made a sound. “Get on your knees.”
You blinked up at him, heart racing, and whispered back without thinking, “W-What?”
He just stared down at you, unblinking, fingers tightening at your waist like a warning.
“On your knees,” he repeated, firmer now, and when you hesitated for half a second longer, he grabbed your chin and guided you down slowly, almost gentle, until your knees hit the floor with a quiet thud against the carpet.
“Jungwon…” you whispered again, voice small, but he didn’t budge.
He tilted your chin up with two fingers, forcing you to meet his eyes. “Pretty,” he murmured. “So pretty when you’re quiet.”
You bit your lip, cheeks burning, and breathed out shakily, “I-I don’t know what you want me to do…”
A small, dangerous smile played on his lips. “You’ll figure it out.”
With slow, deliberate movements, he unbuckled his belt, the soft clink making your stomach twist in anticipation. You couldn’t look away—couldn’t even think—your mouth already watering slightly as he tugged his jeans down just enough, freeing his cock, hard and thick and leaking at the tip.
You whimpered, staring, and your thighs instinctively pressed together.
“You want it, don’t you?” he whispered, thumb brushing against your bottom lip.
You nodded frantically, voice barely a breath. “Y-Yeah… I want it.”
“Then open up,” he ordered, and his voice was so calm it made your whole body shudder.
You parted your lips obediently, heart thundering, and he slid the tip against your tongue, teasing you slowly, making you feel every inch.
“Good girl,” he praised in a low growl. “Keep those pretty eyes on me.”
You whimpered again, looking up at him through your lashes, desperate to make him proud, desperate for him to keep saying those things to you.
“You’re so good, Jungwon,” you whispered around him, voice muffled and needy.
A dark flush colored his cheeks at your praise, but he didn’t let up, sliding deeper with slow, shallow thrusts, one hand threading into your hair to hold you there.
“That’s it,” he murmured, hips rocking slowly. “Such a good little mouth… made for me.”
Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes from the stretch, but you forced yourself to stay still, to let him use you like he wanted. You wanted it. You wanted him.
“You look so good like this,” he breathed. “Bet you never thought you’d end up on your knees for me, huh?”
You whined around him, the humiliation and heat rushing through your body too much to handle.
“Didn’t know you’d be so mean,” you managed to mumble out when he pulled back a little, your voice wrecked and breathless.
He chuckled lowly, thumb brushing away a tear that slid down your cheek.
“You have no idea what I’m capable of, baby,” he whispered.
You nodded, so desperate, so wrecked already. “Please…” you whimpered. “Please, Jungwon… I want you…”
His jaw flexed, his control visibly snapping.
“Fuck,” he muttered, hips jerking forward as he pushed deeper into your mouth, making you choke slightly.
You pulled back with a gasp, panting, and he immediately stroked your hair gently, calming you.
“Shh. You’re doing so good, pretty girl,” he praised. “You’re perfect.”
You looked up at him, tears in your lashes, spit glistening on your lips.
“I want to be good for you,” you said, voice wobbling.
“You already are,” he whispered, dragging his cock slowly across your tongue again.
You shivered, feeling your whole body light up at his words.
He tightened his grip in your hair, sliding himself back into your mouth with slow, deliberate thrusts, using you like he had every right to.
And you let him. Whimpering, obeying, looking up at him like he hung the stars in the sky.
Because he owned you now. And you didn’t want it any other way.
You barely had time to catch your breath before Jungwon yanked you up from the floor, strong hands gripping your waist and shoving you back against the couch. His body pressed flush against yours, caging you in.
“You’re not done,” he muttered, voice low and dark in your ear. “I’m not done.”
You whimpered, nodding without even thinking, your thighs squeezing together at the way he looked at you — like he was starving and you were the only thing he could eat.
He grabbed your chin roughly, tilting your head up so you couldn’t look away from him. His eyes, usually so soft and sunny, were blown wide and black with hunger.
“Look at you,” he whispered, breath hot against your cheek. “Already fucked out and I haven’t even gotten started.”
You tried to say something—tried to beg—but he didn’t give you the chance. In one swift movement, he manhandled you onto the couch, forcing you onto your back, and tugged your panties down your legs without ceremony.
“Spread those legs for me, pretty,” he murmured, voice steady but ragged with want.
You did, shakily, heart pounding so hard you could barely breathe.
He tugged his jeans down just enough, cock hard and leaking, and lined himself up without warning. You felt the blunt, thick head of him pressing against your entrance, and your breath caught.
“You ready?” he rasped.
You nodded desperately, nails digging into the cushions.
“Use your words,” he ordered, tapping the inside of your thigh sharply.
“Please,” you gasped out. “Please, Jungwon, I want it—need it—”
That was all he needed.
He slammed into you in one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt, and you screamed — high-pitched and choked, the stretch overwhelming. Your whole body arched off the couch at the sudden, merciless intrusion.
“Fuck, so tight,” he hissed through gritted teeth, holding himself still for a second, letting you feel every inch of him. “Feels too good. Gonna fuck you so stupid, baby.”
You sobbed, legs trembling around his hips, tears slipping from the corners of your eyes.
He didn’t give you time to adjust. He pulled out halfway and slammed back in hard enough to make the couch creak beneath you. Again. Again. Hard and deep and punishing, every thrust knocking the breath out of your lungs.
“You wanted to tease me?” he grunted, voice still soft and deadly in your ear. “Wanted to be a brat in front of your little friends?”
You nodded frantically, whimpering, barely coherent under the relentless pace.
“Bet you don’t feel so cocky now, huh?” he whispered, punctuating every word with another deep thrust.
You tried to answer but all that came out was a broken moan.
He chuckled low under his breath, slowing down just enough to drag himself out painfully slow before slamming back in to the hilt, making you cry out.
You didn’t even realize you were crying until he licked a tear off your cheek and murmured, “Poor thing. Too much?”
You shook your head wildly, clinging to him.
He kept going until your whole body was trembling, until your nails carved angry red lines down his back, until you were sobbing his name like it was the only word you knew.
Finally, when your legs gave out completely and you sagged into the cushions, he slowed. His hands gentled, cradling you.
Wordlessly, he pulled you into his lap, your thighs straddling his hips. His cock still heavy and hard between your legs, pressed against your soaked folds.
He cupped your face in both hands, smoothing your hair back, and kissed you so softly it almost hurt. You whimpered into his mouth, desperate for him.
“You still want it?” he whispered against your lips.
“Yes,” you breathed, voice wrecked and trembling. “Please.”
He guided you down onto him slowly this time, letting you feel every thick inch stretch you open again.
You gasped, clinging to his shoulders, tears brimming in your lashes again from the slow, aching fullness.
“That’s it,” he murmured, kissing the corner of your mouth. “Take all of it. You’re doing so good.”
He rocked you on his cock gently, holding you close, whispering filthy things in your ear the whole time.
“Feel how deep I am, baby? You were made for this… made for me to fuck you like this.”
You whimpered, biting his shoulder to muffle your sobs of pleasure as he guided your hips, slow and deep and overwhelming.
“Never teasing me again,” he whispered, smiling against your hair. “Not unless you want this.”
You nodded desperately, grinding down against him, so full you could barely think.
“You’re mine to fuck,” he murmured, dragging his cock against that sensitive spot inside you, making you jolt in his lap. “Mine to ruin.”
You came apart in his arms, sobbing his name into his shoulder, shaking and gasping. He held you through it, never stopping, whispering praise into your ear until you completely fell apart.
And when he finally followed, spilling deep inside you with a low groan, he didn’t move away.
He just held you, rocking you gently in his lap, brushing kisses across your temple, your jaw, your mouth.
Like he hadn’t just broken you completely.
Like he was never gonna let you go.
The next morning, you could still feel it — a dull, delicious ache between your thighs with every step you took. Your body was sore, your neck littered with faint bruises you tried—and failed—to cover with makeup, and your heart raced every time you even thought about Jungwon.
Which was a problem. Because you were sitting across from him in class, and he kept sneaking little glances at you from behind his glasses, a tiny smirk tugging at his lips whenever your eyes met.
You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, clenching your thighs together under the desk, cheeks burning.
“What’s up with you?” one of your friends whispered, elbowing you in the side during lecture.
“Huh? N-nothing,” you stammered, staring down at your notes so hard the lines blurred together.
Another girl leaned over. “Why do you look like you just ran a marathon?”
“I don’t,” you protested weakly, adjusting your jacket to hide the faint purple marks blooming down your throat.
They weren’t convinced.
“You’re acting weird,” the first girl said, wrinkling her nose. “Like…all shy and jumpy. Did something happen?”
“No,” you said too quickly, glancing instinctively at Jungwon.
You caught him looking again — but this time, he didn’t look away. His tongue flicked out to wet his lips, slow and deliberate, and your stomach flipped.
Oh god.
Your friends caught that look.
They turned, following your gaze, and their jaws dropped.
“Wait. No freaking way,” one of them whispered, half-laughing. “You’re into him?!”
“I—” You opened your mouth, but no words came out.
The other girl snorted. “Since when do you like nerds?”
You shrank into your seat, wishing the floor would swallow you whole. Especially when Jungwon leaned back in his chair casually, spreading his thighs just a little wider under the desk — like he knew exactly what he was doing to you.
You swallowed hard, pulse hammering in your throat.
“Bet he’s not that nerdy when he’s alone with her,” one of your friends joked under her breath, laughing.
Your face flamed.
And across the room, Jungwon smiled lazily at you, like a wolf who knew his prey wasn’t going anywhere.
➙ pictures the enhypen members have sent you of your boyfriend jungwon
pairing: yang jungwon x gn!reader
genre: mixture of fluff and crack
request: “ hihiiii i have a small request. Can you please make a jungwon ver of 'pictures the enhypen members have sent you of your boyfriend' ? appreciate and love your work! ” + “ hiii, could you do pictures enhypen would send you (gender neutral or preferably male reader) of bf Jungwon ?? ”
warnings: lowercase intended, not proofread, some images were edited/resized, reader jokingly refers to ni-ki as a ‘headass’, mentions of alcohol/drinking
a/n: during the time i wasn’t posting i received two of the same request, so thank you so much for your support to my readers and this request, I hope it’s to both your liking, xx [REBLOGS HIGHLY APPRECIATED!]
a/n (2): shoutout to the riki slides and being referred to as a “bowl of rice” is reference to something I called myself last week when I was sleep deprived omw to write a test :D
it's the weekend. you're laying on your yoga mat spread on the living room floor, under the bliss of the morning sun. a drink by your side as you empty your head of any thoughts.
the abrupt whirring of the violent vacuum cleaner has your perfectly curated sunday morning tumbling down. you whip your head behind. it's jungwon. your boyfriend. parading around in a tank with a piece of metal junk.
you exhale slowly before taking a look at the clock. seven am. fucking hell. you shut your eyes, the sound torturing you. amidst your calm down, you feel a poke at your feet.
your eyes snap open and look to see jungwon standing with the machinery, his one brow raised as he looks you up and down. "a mess..."
you raise your brows, offended, mirroring him. "excuse me?"
"the floor." he smiles sarcastically as you fight back tossing a pillow at him for the stupid lie, "move over now, gotta clean this." he nudges your foot with the vacuum.
you retract your foot to yourself in a flash and send a sharp glare towards the machinery like it physically burned you.
"y/n," he chuckles, "you're literally burning a hole into bob."
a sharp scoff escalates your lips as you cut your gaze to him. "fuck bob. you love this vacuum more than me."
jungwon folds his arms, his toned figure accentuated under the soft morning light, “that’s ridiculous.”
“you've named this thing.”
“It makes my deepcleans a little less mundane.”
“you named the metal godzilla bob.”
he turns the vacuum on, ready to move you over. “well, to be fair, bob has excellent suction power.”
you blink twice before a stupid shit eating grin takes over your face, "has what?"
jungwon stops the device immediately. realises what he said. rolls his eyes indifferently with a shake of his head but the tips of his ears turn violently red.
"oh so you and bob are fucking too huh now?" you feel yourself crack up as laughter spills out of you. jungwon's face turns unexplainable as he finally drops the vacuum.
"you." he's marching towards you as you yelp helplessly amidst the laughter. you're pawing at his chest towering over you as his body comes closer to yours. "you think you're so funny." jungwon tuts before hooking his arms under your knees as he lifts you up with practised ease.
he walks towards the couch as you stare at him. your laughter softening into a subtle smile. jungwon stops his movement as he looks down at you for a beat. "what're you doing vacuuming at the crack of dawn when you could spend time with your beautiful girlfriend for once."
"well," jungwon begans, a small smile playing on his lips as he tips his face closer to yours, "i'd rather spend time with my beautiful girlfriend in a clean house."
you throw your head back, jungwon immediately readjusting his grip on you at the action, "boo boringggg."
there's a fleeting kiss on your cheeks and a squeeze on your thigh. "your boring boyfriend has to go now, he's got floorboards to vacuum."
"yeah have fun with bob. and his suction skills i gues- AA!."
jungwons immediately throws you on the couch as you sit up, laughter bubbling out of you again. "don't take too long with bob." you yell out to a retreating jungwon figure, dodging the pillow he sends your way.
mornings with jungwon are never boring. never unclean. never silent too. thanks to bob.
; when you see another girl flirting with your boyfriend, it doesn't bother you at all—on the contrary, you find it funny.
; yang jungwon x reader
; genre: crack, established relationship, non-idol au
; warnings: sulky won
; 0.5k words
you push open the café door, the scent of coffee infiltrating your senses as you step in. you fix the strands framing your face that you've pulled out of the low ponytail loosely splayed over your shoulder. the outfit you've chosen is casual but put-together—a thin navy blue sweater with grey wide-leg pants. you adjust the canvas backpack slung over one shoulder as you search for jungwon.
the place is quiet enough, most of the customers being students working on their respective assignments. you're here to do the same with your boyfriend.
a smile tugs at the corners of your mouth when your gaze locks on him.
his brows are pressed into a thin line as the girl in front of him keeps talking, giggling every once in a while as if jungwon has said something hilarious even when all he did was offer a clipped reply.
you decide to remain at the door and watch the scene play out, folding your arms while you suppressed a mischievous grin that threatened to break out.
she's pretty, you observe, though it doesn't really doesn't matter in the current situation. she's wearing a tennis skirt and a sleeveless collared top.
the girl tucks her shoulder-length hair behind her ears before pulling out her phone to ask your boyfriend something—presumably his number.
your eyebrows almost disappear into your hairline at that point.
jungwon’s face morphs a frown as he lightly shakes his head while politely turning her down. the girl's expression falters for less than a second before she smirks. she leans her head closer to him and whispers something. surprise overtakes jungwon’s features and then—just as quickly—he scowls at her, turning on his heel indignantly and stepping away from the girl as if she had just admitted to having the bubonic plague.
you're quietly chuckling into your hand now, gaze cast towards the ground to not draw attention.
“something funny?”
your eyes widen as you take in a sulky jungwon standing before you. he doesn't wait for a reply.
“we're leaving.”
he grabs your wrist and opens the door for you to step out first. he leads you out onto the street and all the way to another café down the street. his grip remains firm the whole time.
“someone looks sour,” there's a cheeky grin on your face, tone teasing.
“how long were you standing there, huh? watching me suffer like that!”
you can only shrug, knowing your boyfriend won't like the answer. jungwon pouts at that, dimples on full display and shoulders slumped.
“you’re mean.” he huffs, blowing his bangs out of his eyes.
“c’mon won, it was funny,”
“not to me it wasn't. you were supposed to come to my rescue!”
he points an accusatory finger at your chest. you laugh at jungwon’s protest, and the corners of his mouth turn upwards against his will—though he schools his expression soon enough.
“you're such a baby.”
“shut up. you're paying.”
“okay,” you shrug, the grin doesn't leave your face.
he sits down at a nearby table, still pouting, leaving you to go order. however, when the food arrives, his spirits immediately lift up and all is forgotten.
jungwon ends up paying for everything anyway.
; cinny's corner: sorry this took so long! i've been hung up on irl stuff but i'm finally posting it ^-^ i have exams starting from tomorrow so wish me luck<33
