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10 & 14 with ab6ix Donghyun please

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10: The two of you are about to kiss, but he gets a call.

14:  “Are you mad at me?”

You roll your lips together letting out a soft sigh leaning your head against the back of the couch. You close your eyes listening to the quiet sounds of the television and your boyfriend’s conversation he is having over the phone. It is not often that you get to spend time with Donghyun, and much less the two of you being able to have time alone together. Donghyun rests his hand on the top of your head running his fingers through your hair while he continues to talk.

“I’m with Y’N,” he says softly, you tilt your head back to look up at him, “give me another hour,” he near whispers the call ending shortly after.

“Do you have to leave?” You murmur, he hums moving back around the couch sitting next to you.

“Are you mad at me?” He hesitates.

You shake your head shifting closer to him, resting your head against his shoulder: “Your manager and Youngmin on the other hand,” you trail off.

“Hey, it’s not Youngmin’s fault, just our manager,” Donghyun says with a laugh which you return, “I’ll make it up to you next week, I should be free,” Donghyun says softly pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

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Passion Ch. 9

Ever since you accidentally spilled your lunch on Im Youngmin, the popular chaebol senior with money and fame, he’s seemed to hate you. However, when some odd photos of the two of you arguing appear in a tabloid, he has a solution as to how you can make up for it– pretend to be his girlfriend.

read ch.1 here | read ch. 8 here | read ch 10 here

There was a heavy feeling in the pit of your stomach, one that you weren’t used to—nerves. Today was the big day for your dance team. You and Jung Jung had been preparing for this moment since summer had started.

The two of you had signed up to compete as a duo in the big summer competition. Winning it would put your studio on the map, and give both you and Jung Jung recognition both as dancers and as choreographers.

You shook your head and rolled out from under the covers, shuffling towards the bathroom to start getting ready. Chungha and Yoojung had set out your outfit for the performance, and had given you very specific instructions for your makeup and hair. After brushing your teeth and washing your face, you got started on the makeup, carefully checking your phone frequently to make sure you were doing it properly.

Once your makeup looked reasonably okay, you did your best to style your hair, and then tugged the outfit on. Given how much time it had taken Chungha and Yoojung to finally settle on one, you were surprised at the simplicity of the black leggings and coral sweater.

On the bathroom counter next to you, your phone started buzzing from notifications. Seeing that it was Youngmin, you picked up.

“Hey, I’m here,” Youngmin said cheerfully. You had been surprised when Youngmin agreed to come to the event, given that his own dance group would be performing, without him. He’d assured you that he’d be alright, explaining that he’d rather go and experience being in the audience than distance himself entirely.

“Okay, I’ll be right down,” you replied, hurrying to scoop up your duffel bag. The hot summer air washed over you as soon as you left the house, and you ran down to where Youngmin’s car was waiting.

“Excited?” Youngmin asked, glancing over at you with a small smile before starting up the car.

“Nervous,” you confessed, leaning your head back against the headrest.

“To be honest, I am too,” Youngmin sighed, “for my own team. This is the first time that I wasn’t involved in anything for them, and I really want them to do well.”

You glanced over at Youngmin, feeling bad, “you know, you don’t have to follow your father’s words every time. You’re living your own life.”

Youngmin smiled wistfully over at you. “It’s not always that easy.” You shrugged. On the one hand, you understood that he needed to be realistic. After all, Youngmin would have to make a living, and the realistic route wasn’t necessarily the one that followed his dreams. But still, you’d seen the way he looked when he danced. It was like a whole different person in Youngmin’s skin, someone happier and more cheerful. “Anyways, it’ll be good for my father to see me there.”

“Why’s that?” You didn’t really see the connection from you dancing to his father.

“You know, he sees I can watch a dance performance without being in it, he thinks I’ll never dance again,” Youngmin shrugged, “win-win.” You couldn’t tear your eyes away from Youngmin’s side profile, as he ran a hand through his hair, focused on the road ahead. The lights from the street danced across his face, and you shook your head, looking out to the street as well.

“You need to live for yourself,” you murmured, not thinking he would hear.

Youngmin’s gaze flickered over to you for a split second before turning back to the road.

The bright lights warmed your skin, a feeling that you had missed. You were onstage alone as you took your starting position, ready to start as the opening notes of the song started.

The two of you had settled on The Hills by the Weeknd, with you dancing a solo to the verse by Nicki Minaj at the beginning. Jung Jung had insisted on having a section that was just you dancing, since he’d had a solo in the last choreography that you’d done.

Your body moved like it was second nature, having gone through the motions that it was like second nature. Jung Jung soon joined you onstage as the chorus started, holding firmly onto your waist as he slowly dipped you back.

The dance was incredibly intimate, with a lot of touching, but you and Jung Jung were practically siblings; you’d never felt any kind of romantic or sexual feelings towards him, and you knew that he hadn’t either. As you and Jung Jung landed every move right on beat, you felt that familiar rush course through your veins, and you had to suppress a smile.

In the audience, Youngmin wasn’t smiling, far from it; narrowed eyes trained on the incredibly close couple onstage, fingernails digging into his palms as he clenched his hands. An unfamiliar feeling bubbled up inside him that made him want to storm onstage and throw the stupid lanky dancer into a wall—jealousy. Youngmin breathed deeply in through his nose, practically hearing his step-mother’s voice in his head—‘don’t overreact’.

Onstage, Jung Jung wrapped his hands around your waist, drawing you close to him, foreheads touching, close enough to kiss.

Youngmin’s growled and shot up from his seat, stalking out of the venue into the cold night air to cool off.

I only call you when it’s half past five

The only time that I’ll be by your side

I only love it when you touch me, not feel me

When I’m fucked up, that’s the real me

“(y/n), nice job tonight!”

“Yeah, really (y/n), you killed it!”

“Ah, thank you,” you bowed quickly, cheeks flushing as you hurried to where Youngmin stood, since he was your ride home. “Ready?” You asked cheerfully, going to stand next to him.

Youngmin looked down at you, a strange look on his face.

“Youngmin?” Your forehead wrinkled in confusion, “you okay?”

“What the hell was that?” he ground out, folding his arms.

“What the hell do you mean?” you shot back, a wave of déjà vu washing over you. It felt like the first time the two of you had talked, the way that he peered down his nose at you, eyes flashing angrily. It made you want to punch his lights out.

“That dancing,” he folded his arms as well, eyes growing even angrier. It was late, and the two of you were the only ones in that corridor, so his voice ricocheted off of the walls, amplified.

“Yeah, I was dancing,” you glared up at him, “what the hell’s your problem?”

“My problem is that it’s out of line to dance that sexually with another guy,” Youngmin shouted, cheeks growing red in anger.

You took a step back, rage filling your body, “Im Youngmin, who the fuck do you think you are?” You snapped, “What gives you the right to say something like that—you’re not even my fucking boyfriend, you don’t have the right to get jealous!”

“Well, maybe I was jealous, okay?” Youngmin ran a finger through his hair, eyes never leaving yours, “Okay, you know what, maybe even though I’m not your real fucking boyfriend and this whole fucking thing was fake, maybe I was jealous, okay? And maybe, maybe I don’t want this whole fucking thing to be fake, but you’re right, what gives me the right to say something like that.”

Youngmin stood there, panting from his little tirade, hair a mess from the number of times he’d run his hands through his hair. You gaped at him, wide-eyed and open-mouthed at his words, and his eyes remained on yours, intense and heavy.

“Whatever,” he groaned, breaking the eye contact, “I’ll call you a cab, just wait out in front and don’t do anything stupid.” With that, he turned on his hell and stalked off, leaving you to just gape after him, still processing what the hell had just happened.

As you laid in bed that night, you kept tossing and turning, Youngmin’s words ringing in your ears.

Maybe I don’t want this whole thing to be fake.

Did Youngmin really want to date you? And even further, did you want to date him?

No way, you thought crossly to yourself, rolling over onto your side. After all, you hated the guy.

But if he asked…

You sighed, turning onto your stomach. You couldn’t deny the fact that Youngmin’s small smiles and jokes made your heart flutter. You liked Youngmin, and that fact wasn’t going to change no matter how much you rolled over in bed.

the end is near my friends ;)

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The BMN boys find out you’re dating Donghyun

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Spider - Donghyun

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“Come kill this spider in my kitchen,” you say through the phone.

“Dude,” Donghyun says with a laugh.

“Don’t call me dude I’m your girlfriend,” you interject before he can continue.

This only makes him laugh more and you cannot help but return his amusement. It takes him at least two minutes to stop laughing and finally talk again.

“Why can’t you kill it yourself?” He muses.

“I don’t want to,” you say flatly.

This leads to more laughter from him and you cannot help but to return it as well: “I’ll take it outside, give me a few minutes to put clothes on.”

You hum in agreement before the two of you say your goodbyes and he ends the call. You sit at your kitchen table watching the spider. It is not really doing anything that bothers you, but the thought of having more spiders like it in your apartment terrifies you. It does not take Donghyun long to get to your apartment, living in the same building is a blessing most of the time.

“Where is it?” He asks.

You point towards the window sill where the spider had taken up residence. Donghyun takes out one of your paper plates and grabs a glass using them to trap the spider in the cup easily.

“How did you catch it so easy?” You mutter under your breath.

“I’ll take it outside, I’ll be back in a minute,” he says.

He holds up the cup and plate containing the spider before he starts towards your door once more.

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Passion Ch. 7

*previously titled ‘Can’t Remember to Forget You*

Ever since you accidentally spilled your lunch on Im Youngmin, the popular chaebol senior with money and fame, he’s seemed to hate you. However, when some odd photos of the two of you arguing appear in a tabloid, he has a solution as to how you can make up for it– pretend to be his girlfriend.

high school au + fake dating au

same universe/basic timeline as let me love you

ch one | ch 6 | ch 8

As summer officially started, you found yourself going on a number of dates with Youngmin—fake date, of course. You’d gone to different restaurants around the city, gone on a group date with a few of Youngmin’s friends, and taken Daehwi to the zoo. Through it all, you realized that Youngmin wasn’t a shitty person on the inside, he just tried to act like a shitty person, and that was something that you still didn’t understand, nor was it something that you were planning on excusing him for.

The group date with Youngmin’s friends had, unsurprisingly, been a trainwreck. His friends were loud, obnoxious, and you could tell that Youngmin was getting more and more irritated at their crass remarks.

Taking Daehwi to the zoo was a much more pleasant affair. Daehwi, of course, was delighted to go somewhere with the two of you, skipping happily as he clutched onto both of your hands. It was nice to get an afternoon off of dancing and working in the grocery store, and Daehwi’s wide smiles and gasps at the various animals made it even better.

Youngmin was also starting his internship soon. Surprisingly enough, he didn’t talk very much about it. You had been sitting at an outdoor table at the zoo, across from Youngmin, when you brought it up.

“So, when does your internship start?” You asked casually, watching Daehwi jump down from a rather large rock.

Youngmin glanced over at you, and then back down at the frozen yogurt cup he had been holding for Daehwi. “Couple days, actually.”

Your lips curled up into a half-smile, surprised at yourself for even caring. What had this world come to? “You nervous?”

“Nah,” Youngmin’s eyes darted over to you again, and you could tell he was lying. The two of you remained in silence for a little while longer, both of you knowing full well how worried he was. You didn’t have to hear from Youngmin about this internship; everyone from school was already talking about it. It was the Samsung internship, the one that streamlined high school graduates into management positions, or even higher.

Knowing how important and nervewracking the internship was, you were surprised to hear from Nayoung that Youngmin’s parents were leaving for a business trip to Japan the weekend before he started. Then again, you weren’t really that surprised.

As you settled down to get some sleep before an early shift in the grocery store, you glanced over at your phone.

To: im ym

Good luck tmrw

With a sigh, knowing you’d done the right thing, you rolled over.

You hadn’t even closed your eyes for a few seconds before your cell phone started ringing. Without checking the caller ID, you held the phone up to your ear.

“Yes?”

“(y/n),” Youngmin said breathlessly, “(y/n), it’s, it’s Daehwi, he, he—“

“Woah, Youngmin,” you sat up in bed, alarmed at Youngmin’s voice. You don’t think you’d ever heard the boy so distraught. “Take a deep breath and then tell me.” You heard Youngmin take in a shaky breath.

“It’s Daehwi,” Youngmin repeated, “he, he has a fever, and says his stomach hurts, and that he might throw up, and (y/n), I have no idea what to do, my step-mom isn’t here, and I’m at home by myself, and Daehwi won’t stop crying.”

“Hey, Youngmin, it’s gonna be okay,” you said quickly, keeping your phone to your ear as you clambered out of bed, yanking a few things into a large bag that had been lying on your floor, “I’ll be there as soon as possible.”

“Thank you, (y/n),” Youngmin sighed, “I should get back to Daehwi.”

“Deep breaths, Youngmin,” you reminded him, “if you feel like you’re getting panicky, call me again, okay?”

“Yeah,” Youngmin replied. You could just imagine him nodding, and you shook your head. You were moving so quickly to get some flu and cough medication into your bag, along with a change of clothes that you didn’t have time to think fully about the situations, or its implications. You dashed out of your house, hurriedly flagging down a taxi.

When you finally arrived at Youngmin’s house, you could faintly hear Daehwi’s sobs.

“He’s miserable, (y/n),” Youngmin whispered, looking down at you with a pained expression, looking just as miserable. You nodded, following Youngmin into Daehwi’s room.

“Hey, Daehwi,” you smiled, going to carefully push the hair out of Daehwi’s eyes. He definitely had a fever, if his burning forehead and flushed cheeks said anything.

“Noona?” Daehwi peered up at you, sniffling, “I feel like I’m on fire, noona, can you make it go away? My stomach really hurts too.”

“Do you feel like you might throw up still?” You asked, concerned. It sounded like he might have caught the flu. Daehwi nodded, whimpering. “Okay, I’m going to give you some flu medicine, if that’s okay with you? It’s just for kids, so the dosage will be alright.”

You looked at Youngmin, just to make sure that he was alright with it as well.

“I know how to swallow pills,” Daehwi said, still trying to make you and Youngmin proud, even though he was sick. Youngmin grinned, having appeared with a glass of water. Daehwi gulped down the medicine, wincing at the taste of it, before curling up underneath his blanket.

“It’ll start working in about 20 minutes,” you told the small boy, who nodded sleepily.

“Do you want some tea or anything? Some soup?” You asked, ruffling Daehwi’s hair.

“Some tea, if it’s not a trouble,” Daehwi murmured, clearly close to sleep. You nodded, getting up. Youngmin and you headed to the kitchen.

As you started boiling some water, you realized something, turning away from the stove suddenly

“Hey Youngmin—“

Your eyes widened as your body nearly slammed into Youngmin’s. He’d been walking towards you to hand you a tea bag, and as you narrowly missed crashing into him, his arm darted out to steady you, hand firm on your waist. The two of you stood there, your eyes wide as you realized just how close your body was to his. You could feel the warmth radiating off of him, and was acutely aware of the sharp inhale of his breath.

“Careful,” Youngmin murmured, before gently placing the teabag into your hand. As you turned to make a cup of tea, you couldn’t help but notice how cold you felt.

Silently, you finished up the cup of tea and hurried into Daehwi’s room. He had already fallen asleep, breathing peacefully, and you smiled at the sight, setting the mug down on his nightstand. When you went back to the kitchen, Youngmin was pulling the rice cooker out from underneath the sink, yawning.

“Wait, Youngmin,” you called, frowning, “isn’t tomorrow the first day of your internship?”

Youngmin looked over at you in confusion, “yeah, why?”

“Youngmin, it’s already midnight,” you exclaimed, taking the rice cooker from him, “you should go to sleep, really. I can make you something quick for lunch, but you should get rest for your big day.”

Youngmin stared at you for a few more seconds, the heavy look that made your stomach turn with a strange feeling. Finally, he sighed, a small smile dancing on his lips before trudging off to the bathroom.

You started on making the rice, thinking over everything that had happened that night. You tried to assure yourself that the reason you’d raced to the Im household so quickly was for Daehwi’s sake, but a small part of you knew that it had something to do with the tinge of desperation in Youngmin’s voice when he had called you.

“(y/n).”

You looked up at the sound of your name, and that same weird tug in your stomach made you feel like you’d just run three miles uphill. Youngmin was in a loose t-shirt and sweats, hair damp from a quick shower. He shot you a smile, holding up a new toothbrush package.

“Thank you, for everything,” he said quietly as you picked up the toothbrush up, murmuring a quiet thanks. “I-I know that things have a bit strange lately, but I really appreciate it.” You ducked your head, trying to hide your quickly reddening cheeks. It was that damn stare of his, the quiet, weighted one, that always seemed to make you blush.

“It’s—“ you cleared your throat, cheeks reddening even more. Youngmin’s lips twitched up into a tiny grin. “It’s no trouble, don’t worry about it.”

Youngmin paused, looking at you for a beat more before smiling fully, “good night, (y/n).”

“Night, Youngmin.”

teehee are those feelings i see being caught hmmm

im on winter break i will rise and finally write! also maybe if the gods are willing i will finish this damn story before the new year. 

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Passion (Complete)

Ever since you accidentally spilled your lunch on Im Youngmin, the popular chaebol senior with money and fame, he’s seemed to hate you. However, when some odd photos of the two of you arguing appear in a tabloid, he has a solution as to how you can make up for it– pretend to be his girlfriend.

high school au + fake dating au

same universe/basic timeline as let me love you

multichaptered for all you youngmin stans!

dancer!reader

reader is a second-year in high school; youngmin is a third-year

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Chapter Six | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10

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“What does this have to do with me?” You asked, tossing the magazine back onto the table. “I’m not the one who’s famous, nor am I the one who took the picture.” Youngmin glared at you for a moment more before rubbing his hand on his face, sighing deeply. When his eyes met yours again, his frown had been replaced by a much softer, more despairing expression.

“I need your help,” he muttered, “I know what I’m about to ask is a lot, but believe me, if the truth comes out, not only am I screwed, but you are as well.”

You stared at him.

“Look, consider it payback for you fucking up my uniform,” he said, leaning against the table. “Here’s the favor: I need you to pretend to be my girlfriend.”

“Bye.” You spun on your heel, reaching for the door to the classroom.

“(Y/N), please.” Something about the desperation in Youngmin’s voice made you freeze, turning around to face him. “I… I’m desperate. Nobody can know that I was at that competition, or that I dance. You being my girlfriend is the perfect solution—you have an excuse as to why you were talking to me, I have an excuse as to why I was at the competition, and the press can stop saying that I’m crazy and not fit to inherit.”

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Passion Ch. 6

Ever since you accidentally spilled your lunch on Im Youngmin, the popular chaebol senior with money and fame, he’s seemed to hate you. However, when some odd photos of the two of you arguing appear in a tabloid, he has a solution as to how you can make up for it– pretend to be his girlfriend.

read chapter one here | read chapter five here

high school au + fake dating au

same universe/basic timeline as let me love you

multichaptered for all you youngmin stans!

dancer!reader

reader is a second-year in high school; youngmin is a third-year

“I can’t believe I let you drag me into this,” you grumbled from your position next to Youngmin, standing awkwardly in the entrance of one of the fanciest hotels in Gangnam.

“Free food,” Youngmin whispered back playfully, making you nudge his side. The gesture made a thousand cameras flash, and you did your best to not roll your eyes. You, Youngmin, Youngjae and Hyemi (who was carrying a sleepy Daehwi) were standing at the entrance of the Lai gala, thrown to celebrate the opening of another strip mall in Busan by the Lais. Lai Guanlin, another student at your high school, though a year younger than you, was the nephew of the family throwing the event. Youngmin had pleaded for you to attend, explaining that these types of events were usually extremely dry and boring, even with Daehwi there.  

“(y/n), is this your first gala?” Hyemi asked, not unkindly, as she glanced over at you. You hurried to nod, smiling at the sweet woman. “Well, Youngmin, keep her close, I don’t want her getting overwhelmed or worried.”

Youngmin nodded, hand immediately going to your waist. You froze in fear, realizing how familiar the position had gotten for the two of you. The two of you had gotten through the night so far without getting into a single argument, setting a definite record for ‘most time without yelling’.

“You ready to head inside?” Youngmin asked you quietly. You nodded your head mutely, letting him lead the way. The four of you had gotten there fairly late, and there was already a good number of people milling around the space reserved, either dancing, mingling, or sitting at the tables that were arranged on one side of the room. “Food?”

“Yes, please,” you nodded, heaving a sigh of relief at the thought of having something to keep you busy. There were so many incredibly important people in the room, and you were terrified at the thought of making even one wrong move.

“Wow, they got some really fancy meat,” Youngmin whistled, impressed, “the Lais really went all out with this event.”

“I guess so,” you shrugged, not really able to tell the difference. “So, how are you enjoying the feeling of recently graduating?”

Youngmin grinned, loading food onto his plate, “not much different. It’s summer, so I guess the feeling of freedom hasn’t really set in yet.”

“Noona, can you help me get food too?” Daehwi asked, tugging on your pant leg. Apparently, Hyemi had set her son down and let him loose.

“Sure,” you smiled down at the adorable boy, grabbing a plate for him as well, “what do you want?”

“Beans.” Daehwi said firmly, nodding his head. Youngmin looked over at you in amusement, clearly trying to suppress a laugh. You glared at him.

“Just beans?” You asked, raising a casual eyebrow. From her seat, Hyemi sent you an embarrassed smile. Clearly, this wasn’t a new thing.

“Yes. Beans,” Daehwi said serenely, “with a bit of salt, please.”

More upbeat music started up as you carefully spooned some beans onto Daehwi’s plate, and slowly, couples began filling the dance floor. One couple in particular caught your eye—Lai Guanlin and Kim Hyojin, both juniors at your high school, who were dancing slowly. You smiled at the sight.

“They’re cute,” you commented to Youngmin, who hummed in agreement.

“Guanlin’s had a crush on her for ages,” he replied, chuckling at the sight, “I guess fate decided to bless him.”

“Really?” You looked up at Youngmin before looking back at the couple, “that’s adorable.”

Youngmin grinned, patting you on the back. “Hey bub, you got all the food you need?” He asked Daehwi, holding his hand out for the younger to grasp. Daehwi nodded, following Youngmin to the table where his parents had sat, you right behind them.

“(y/n), you should live with us,” Daehwi said abruptly, through a rather large mouthful of beans. You had been sipping some water when he said that, and started coughing, eyes watering as you wheezed.

“Daehwi-ah, I don’t think that would work too well,” Youngmin said, eyes playful as they met yours. You were still coughing, trying to suppress the tickling in your throat.

“Why not?” Daehwi pouted, “I like (y/n), you like (y/n), Mom likes (y/n).”

“Well, (y/n) has their own family that they need to take care of,” Youngmin explained carefully. You nodded with a smile.

“Oh,” Daehwi nodded, clearly thinking about this new revelation.

“So, Daehwi,” you looked down at the adorable child, who was slowly spooning beans into his mouth. “Do you have any plans for the summer?”

Daehwi perked up, looking up at you with a wide smile, “yeah! I’m going to lots of summer camps!”

“Oh, really?” you smiled, silently handing him a napkin after seeing how much sauce had gotten on his face. “What camps?”

“I’m going to one for science, one for reading, and one for space!” Daehwi nodded proudly, grinning toothily, “I really like science, and I wanna be an astronaut.”

“Wow, that’s a hard job,” you said, grinning at his enthusiasm, “are you excited?” Daehwi nodded, mouth full once more.

The three of you sat in relative silence, Daehwi occasionally commenting on someone’s dress or the song. Youngmin ate through two plates and had started on a third when Daehwi announced that he needed to go to the bathroom. Youngmin had started to get up, but you got up instead.

“I need to go as well, I can go with you,” you said, holding your hand out for Daehwi to take. Youngmin nodded up at you with a small smile, and the two of you set off for the back of the venue where the bathrooms were.

“Are you gonna be okay going by yourself?” You asked Daehwi, who just nodded, trotting off into the bathroom. You headed into the other bathroom, quickly going before washing your hands. As you checked your reflection in the mirror, you recognized the person standing next to you—your junior, Kim Hyojin.

“Oh! Hi!” Hyojin smiled widely, waving at you.

“Hey, Hyojin,” you waved back, looking over at her.

“I didn’t realize that you’d be here,” Hyojin commented, quickly straightening her hair a bit.

“Yeah, I’m here with Youngmin,” you replied, “you’re here with Guanlin, right? Are you guys dating?”

Hyojin blushed, smiling shyly at you, “yeah, actually, he just asked me out.”

“Really?” You brightened, smiling widely, “congratulations! You guys are super cute together.”

“Aw, thanks,” Hyojin grinned, “you and Youngmin are super cute as well.”

You mentally winced, but made sure to thank her.

“All of my friends have been talking about how adorable you two are,” Hyojin laughed, “my whole grade was totally freaking out when we heard about the dictionary thing.”

“Wait, even the underclassmen heard about that?” You asked, pausing in shock. Youngmin’s popularity really was no joke.

“Yeah,” Hyojin nodded, “we heard about the dictionary thing, how he helped you with the English final, and it’s so cute how he went to support you at your dance competition.”

Oh, if only you knew, you thought to yourself grimly.  “Well, it was nice seeing you,” you patted Hyojin on the back, “congratulations again.”

Hyojin nodded as you headed out of the bathroom, Daehwi waiting patiently outside.

“Ready to go?” You asked cheerfully, holding your hand out once more. Daehwi nodded, grasping your hand tightly. “How are you feeling?”

“Tired,” Daehwi sighed as the two of you walked back out to the main room. “Sleepy.”

You took your seat next to Youngmin, Daehwi climbing into your lap instead of his own chair.

Later that night, as you sat awkwardly in the car between Youngmin and Daehwi, Youngmin looked over at you.

“So, do you have any summer plans?” He asked curiously, hand going up to loosen the tie around his neck.

You shrugged sheepishly, “dancing, working at my parents’ grocery store. Nothing super interesting. How about you?”

“He has an internship! At Samsung,” she began, obviously very proud, “it was a super competitive scholarship, but our Youngmin managed to get it.” Youngmin smiled, obviously a bit embarrassed as Hyemi cut into the conversation.

“Wow, that makes my summer sound so boring,” you laughed, grinning over at Youngmin, who smiled back in embarrassment.

“I don’t think it sounds boring,” Youngmin replied, looking at you thoughtfully, “just different.”

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Passion Ch. 5

Ever since you accidentally spilled your lunch on Im Youngmin, the popular chaebol senior with money and fame, he’s seemed to hate you. However, when some odd photos of the two of you arguing appear in a tabloid, he has a solution as to how you can make up for it– pretend to be his girlfriend.

high school au + fake dating au

read ch. one here | read ch. four here

“That is all, class is dismissed,” your teacher announced, closing her book and opening the door. As the final bell of the year rang, your classmates flooded the halls, happy to be able to leave school for a few months. Nayoung was in the office getting some paperwork filled out, and the rest of your friends had class downstairs, so you texted them to see where they were. Down the hall, you heard Ong Seongwoo yell ‘we’re free!’ at the top of his lungs, making you chuckle to yourself.

“Hey (y/n), I need to talk to you.” 

You turned to face Youngmin, who was standing behind you, hands holding onto the straps of his backpack awkwardly. You raised an eyebrow at him, figuring that you’d grace him with mercy because of the help he’d given you.

“Yes?” You gestured for him to say whatever he needed to say. 

“My graduation is tonight,” he explained, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, “my mother wants you to be there.” You stared back at Youngmin, torn as to how you should respond. “Daehwi has also been wondering how you’re doing.”

“Fine,” you relented, “but I’m only doing it for Daehwi.”

“Noona!” You quickly locked the door to your house before turning to see Daehwi running towards you. He gave you a huge hug, smiling cheerfully up at you. “Noona, I missed you!”

“I missed you too, Daehwi,” you replied, letting Daehwi tug you in the direction of the Im’s shiny car.

“Good evening, (y/n),” Youngjae greeted stiffly, and Hyemi smiled widely at you. You settled into the seat between Daehwi and Youngmin, who was dressed in a sharp suit.

“Here,” you muttered, passing him a bouquet of flowers that you’d bought after school. Youngmin accepted it carefully, sending you a tentative smile. You were still mad at him, and just looked back at him blankly.

“Noona, how were your tests?” Daehwi asked, looking up at you cutely, “I’m sure you did great!”

“I don’t know yet,” you laughed at his adorable optimism, “but thank you for the vote of confidence.”

“Noona’s smart, that’s what hyung said,” Daehwi nodded confidently. You glanced over at Youngmin, eyebrows raised, before your attention was drawn back to Daehwi, who was trying to show you something on his phone.

The small boy ended up clinging to you through the entire graduation ceremony. Daehwi even got a bit sleepy, and you ended up carrying him, much to Hyemi’s dismay. He was adorable, though, so you let it slide.

“Are you looking forward to your own graduation, (y/n)?” Hyemi asked as the graduates began filing out of the auditorium, the ceremony having ended.

You thought about her question for a moment, having never really given that question much thought. “I guess, yes,” you nodded, “was Youngmin excited to graduate?”

“I’d like to think so,” Hyemi nodded, “I’m sure you know about the, ah, rough patch that Youngmin hit this year. I’m glad that he’s continuing on his path.”

“He’d be a fool not to,” Youngjae grunted from his seat on the other side of Hyemi, who shot you an amused smile, as though apologizing for Youngmin’s curmudgeon of a father.

“I think we can start heading out to take pictures,” Hyemi said gently, “I can take Daehwi from you if you’d like, I know he can get a bit heavy if you hold him for a while.”

“Oh, it’s okay,” you glanced down at the small boy in your arms, his own arms wrapped tightly around you, “I don’t think he’d be too happy with moving either.” Hyemi smiled at that, following Youngjae out into the large lobby of the auditorium where the graduates were milling around, taking pictures with each other to commemorate the big day.

“Youngmin’s over there, I think,” Hyemi said to Youngjae, pointing to where Youngmin’s head of burgundy hair towered over a few other heads of brown hair, exposed now that they had removed their graduation caps.

“Congratulations!” Youngjae greeted the boys heartily, shaking each of Youngmin’s friends’ hands—Donghyun and Woojin.

“Why don’t you boys get closer together so that we can go take a picture of you?” Hyemi smiled, waving her camera around. Youngmin winced in embarrassment, but his friends happily obliged. In your arms, Daehwi stirred awake, blinking his eyes sleepily. “Daehwi, do you want to get in the picture as well?”

Daehwi nodded, and you carefully set him down, the young boy toddling over to cling to Youngmin’s suit leg. You smiled at the cute scene, as Youngmin reached down to ruffle Daehwi’s hair.

“(y/n), why don’t you join them as well?” Hyemi asked with her cheerful smile, gesturing for you to join Youngmin. Donghyun immediately shuffled over, letting you stand next to Youngmin. You did your best to smile for the camera, feeling awkward in such close proximity to Youngmin. “Beautiful,” Hyemi checked the picture in the little viewfinder of the camera, “why don’t we get one with just Youngmin and (y/n), to commemorate the occasion?”

You glanced over at Youngmin, who looked back at you and just shrugged with an apologetic expression. The two of you stood next to each other, Youngmin’s arm draped awkwardly around your waist, as Hyemi snapped away, cooing at how cute the two of you apparently looked.

“I think she just wants to take a few more pictures, then we can get going,” Youngmin murmured to you once Hyemi had stopped taking pictures of the two of you. You nodded, absentmindedly letting Daehwi hold onto your hand. “And thank you,” Youngmin turned to you, eyes meeting yours, “for coming today, I mean. I know that I messed up, and shouldn’t have done that, and I really am sorry.”

You looked back at Youngmin for a beat, processing what he’d said. “Thank you for apologizing,” you replied, “I’m glad that you know you messed up.”

“(y/n)?” Daehwi looked up at you sleepily, tugging on your hand, “did hyung hurt you?”

You smiled down at the innocent boy, gently squeezing his hand. “He did, but he apologized for it, and that’s the important thing.”

Youngmin smiled at you tentatively, obviously relieved that you had forgiven them.

“Come, dears, we’ll start heading home,” Hyemi said, coming up to the three of you. With Youngmin’s hand on your waist and Daehwi’s hand in your own, the three of you headed out of the auditorium, Youngmin officially done with high school.

You weren’t sure why, but that night, as the Im family dropped you off at your house, you had a feeling that your life was going to start changing, not just in your day-to-day routine, but emotionally as well. 

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