GENRES || Enemies to Lovers AU, College AU, Slowburn, Angst, Fluff, Frat AU.
SUMMARY || You had never met someone more infatuating than Dong Sicheng. Spilling coffee on you and taking your seats during classes were just a few things he did to make you hate him immensely. And you had a rule which you always followed when you made an enemy: they had five strikes to get back to your good book or to make you love them again. And Sicheng seemed very very much interested in getting every single of those five strikes.
Or, in which, after an heated encounter with Dong Sicheng, you find yourself in a roller coaster of emotions
WARNINGS || Slight Angst, Profanities
WC || 3.2k
A/N || This fic is for Hannah @svchengss I’m so so sorry this is soooo late I honestly had a whole ass different fic planned for you and half way through writing it (2k) I realised that I could never get that done as it just wasn’t feeling right. But I promise you one day when I finally publish that fic I’ll tag you! Also sorry if this fic is bad enemies to lovers or college au isn't really one of my strongest suits and I tried my level best! Also, this fic was inspired by @ireneissance ‘s Three Strikes! Do give it a read it’s wonderful!
EVENT || Part of the fic exchange event by @moonlight-additions and @cherryutas thank you for letting me take part in this wonderful event!!
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╼ 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐈
“Dong Sicheng.”
The cold voice rang out clear enough for the entire classroom to stop its mayhem and look at the duo, who earlier this week had caused a scandal big enough to spread throughout the college campus in a rapid fire.
The said boy looked up from his notebook, equally annoyed eyes meeting the voice of the owner as he frowned at her asking her to continue.
“You are sitting on my seat.” Y/N gritted, trying not to make a scene in front of the class like last time, when he had bumped into her in the cafeteria, spilling her coffee and then refusing to buy her a new one.
This wouldn’t have been so known in the college if either of them didn’t burst into a shouting competition, which ended with them having to be finally pulled apart by their friends.
“Really? I don’t see your name over here. Or do you, perhaps, own this seat?” He asked coolly, not even making attempts to move.
The class held its breath as the students now watched you turn visibly angry, your pretty brows crinkling in disbelief at his audacity.
“Do you,” she began slowly just to make sure he was well aware, “even know who I am?”
Now he raised his eyebrows.
“Does it make a difference?”
She sucked in a breath, trying to keep her composure. She really didn’t want to lash out at him. No point wasting your time and beauty on someone so infuriating.
“Look here Sicheng. You have exactly five strikes to make me love you, so do NOT waste them I’m warning you.”
“Love me? Why the fuck do I want you to love me? And five strikes for what exactly?”
She ignored the first question, going for the second instead.
“Once I mark down an enemy, I give them exactly five strikes to get on to the better side of me. Because trust me, you do not want me as your enemy.”
It was true. No one definitely wanted her as their enemy. She was, after all, one of their professor’s daughter. One of the most strict professors. And the last thing they wanted was to cross him and get themselves into trouble.
But to her dismay, Sicheng just shrugged.
“Really. You aren't worth getting back into your good books.”
Even though his comment hit her like a blow, she covered the hurt on her face quickly. She opened her mouth to retort back but was interrupted immediately.
“Sicheng! Y/N! What’s this commotion I’m seeing!” Their attention snapped back to the professor who had walked in. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment as she realised she was the only one standing up whilst everyone else had sat down already.
Embarrassed, she quickly sat down on the empty seat beside his.
“Meet me after class, the two of you.”
She glared at him and he glared back, before turning back to his notebook.
“Strike one.” You muttered under your breath.
╼ 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐈
“Fuck you.” She muttered, as she forcefully pulled out the weed from the soil, nearly uprooting the rose plant along with it.
“Careful. You definitely don’t want to be responsible for replanting those roses again.” Sicheng warned her, to which she just gave him a look of “I-know-what-I’m doing-mind-your-own-business”.
Sicheng and her had ended up being assigned to garden and tend the rose bushes in front of their college along with the gardener, who right now, had gone for a little break. This activity was supposed to be a ‘bonding time’ like the professor had instructed but Y/N really couldn’t see herself and Sicheng bonding anytime soon.
“Well, it’s all your fault we are here.” She snapped.
“My fault? How was it my fault? If you hadn’t demanded that seat was yours and just sat down on the seat next to me-”
“I’ve been sitting there for the whole week!” She exclaimed, nearly falling down in her excitement.
He shrugged.
“Doesn’t make it yours honestly.”
She humphed, and went back to working wondering when it would be lunch time soon so that she could get a break from him.
“You are gonna hurt yourself like this.” She said all of a sudden, as she noticed the way he was cutting the branches of the rose. He too, like her, ignored her advice.
And no sooner had those words escaped her mouth, Sicheng let out a gasp as one of the thorns pushed into his skin.
He yanked the gloves out of his hand, and cursed lightly at the sight of the thorn stuck in his finger.
She tsked at him as he began to take it out, causing him to stop. He looked at her dryly and she beckoned him closer to her. Sicheng rolled his eyes but nonetheless edged closer to her.
Taking his hands in her now ungloved ones, she expertly pulled out the thorn from his finger. It was done so fast he didn't even have the time to reach.
Sicheng stared at his finger in amazement, as he watched a small trickle of blood come out.
"Come on." She said, throwing away the thorn and standing up. He looked up at her in confusion.
"Where to? We aren't done yet-"
"We need to apply antiseptic and a band aid on that." She pointed, already hopping out of the soil onto the hard pavement. Then looking at him she said again, " We don't want that to become infectious now, do we?"
Sicheng stared at her. All of a sudden, it was like she was a whole different person. Now that they weren't fighting like usual, he wondered why others called her "sweet", a value he was always sceptical about associating with her.
She waved at him.
"Earth to Sicheng? Are you okay? Or did you lose too much blood?" She snickered.
Her snide remark jolted him back to the present, and he rolled his eyes and quickly got up, following her inside.
The coolness of Y/N's room was a blessing against the sweltering heat they had to garden in.
Presently, Sicheng found himself sitting on the bed next to the girl he detested the most, as she took out the ointment and band aid.
himself sitting on the bed of the girl he hated the most, right next to Y/N. His hand was on hers and all of a sudden the room seemed to feel hot.
Gently, she dabbed the ointment on his finger and it stung a little, causing him to wince.
She looked at him concerned and for a second Sicheng felt his heart stop.
“Are you okay?” She asked softly. He opened his mouth to speak but no sound came out as he stared at her instead. The sunlight coming from the window beside her bed lit her up, accenting her features more. Her hair stuck on to her slightly sweaty forehead but somehow he found that it made her look more natural. …And more beautiful. Despite being sweaty, he could still get a whiff of her soap, and Sicheng felt his stomach flip a little.
He gulped, trying to remember her question. What was that she had asked?
She raised an eyebrow at him and he felt his cheeks burn, as he looked away hastily clearing his throat.
“Uh, I-”
The door to her room opened with a bang, causing both of them to jump apart, not that they were doing anything inappropriate.
“Hey baby.” Jung Jaehyun strode into the room confidently, and Sicheng watched as Y/N’s face broke into one of the brightest smiles he had ever seen.
Confidently, Jaehyun leaned down and pecked her lips, and she let out a small giggle.
Suddenly Sicheng felt a sharp pain in his chest, and he frowned, wondering what even was this emotion.
“Hi, Jae! How did you know I’ll be in my room?” She asked, still smiling at him like a person madly in love. Which she probably was.
“I didn’t actually know you’d be there here. I, uh, came to get my jacket!” She didn’t seem to notice him stuttering but a small part of Sicheng was nagging as the scene he had seen a few days ago kept replaying in his mind. If she was his girlfriend then who was she?
“Ah yeah! You left it last night!” She said, reaching for something behind her bed and pulling out a leather jacket. She handed it over to him with a smile.
“Hey!” Jaehyun said, acknowledging Sicheng for the first time. Maybe it was his imagination, but he could surely see the panic in his eyes. Did he know that Sicheng had seen that?
“Hey man. How are you?” He asked, to which the other boy just shrugged.
“Good good. By the way, Johnny invited us over to his house tomorrow. Both of you too. So you better be ready okay?” Jaehyun said, waving them goodbye and zooming out of the room faster than he had come in. No sooner had the door closed in front of them, Sicheng whipped towards Y/N as she quietly put the band-aid on his finger, a small smile still lingering on her face.
“Jaehyun is your boyfriend?” He asked incredulously.
She raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah and?”
He opened his mouth to tell her what he had seen but for some reason, he couldn’t get himself to tell her the truth. Maybe it was the fact that he didn’t want to see her heartbroken.
“He’s an asshole.”
The words slipped out of his mouth before he could even comprehend what he was saying.
“Excuse me?” She screamed, pushing herself away from him.
“I said, he’s an asshole.”
“Oh is that so? You know who else is? You.” She spat, venom in her every word.
Sicheng felt his patience snap as he looked at her annoyed.
“Maybe I am. But he’s a bigger asshole. And honestly you would be the biggest one if you didn’t believe me.”
He felt himself fall from her bed onto the hard floor as Y/N pushed him off her bed, seething with rage.
“Asshole.” She hissed. “Get out of here. I don’t even want to be anywhere near you.”
Sichneg got up nonchalantly, brushing himself up. He walked towards the door, and finally looked at her once more before leaving.
“Trust me, you’ll regret loving him.”
“Strike two!”
╼ 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐈𝐈
“Do you think this looks good on me?” She muttered, looking at herself in the mirror. She saw the girl beside her roll her eyes, clearly bored with her long choosing process.
“Goddammit Y/N! You look good in all! Just pick one!” Minjeong groaned, tired of the long shopping session they had. Their hands were overflowing with bags of clothes but Y/N still couldn’t seem to decide on the perfect clothes.
“Hmm but I want a perfect one for Jae!” She giggled. Her best friend sighed angrily, before walking up and throwing her original clothes at her.
“Wear these. Or I’m leaving you this instant.”
Y/N frowned at her hurriedness, but nonetheless changed back to her clothes and stepped out of the dressing room.
She walked out of the dressing room and straight to the counter, where Minjeong was already billing for her clothes. Finally paying for her things and being handed her bags, she rounded around only to bump straight into someone.
Her bags fell from her hand and she let out a small oof.
“Oh it’s you again.”
The familiar voice caused her to look at the speaker, and she scowled at Sicheng.
“What are you doing here?” She asked, irritated to see him.
He raised an eyebrow too.
“What, do you own the store too now?” He snockered.
“You shouldn’t step outside. There’s people outside who look like they want your head on a platter.”
“Aww, jealous?”
“Jealous of you?” She snickered. Sicheng rolled his eyes, before bending down to pick up her bags and handing them to her.
She looked at him in surprise as she took the bag from him, still unclear on why he helped her.
“We should stop fighting over petty stuff.” He leaned in and whispered, before walking away. She whipped around to stare at his reiterating figure, only for her thoughts to be broken by Minjeong’s laughter.
“Your cheeks are burning oooh!”
Y/N turned away embarrassed, before pulling her still laughing best friend out of the shop.
“That will be strike three Sicheng.”
╼ 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐕
“Hey, what are you doing here?” Sicheng asked, frowning at the girl sitting all alone in the corner of the room. The room was very poorly lit and he couldn’t see her face clearly, so he sat down beside her.
Y/N turned towards him sniffling, and he froze as he saw her tear stricken face.
“Y-Y/N? What’s wrong? What happened?” He asked her, trying to hide the worry in his voice.
“Sicheng.” She whispered, in the most vulnerable voice and he felt himself automatically wrap his arms around her. She too leaned into his touch. “Sicheng I’m sorry.”
“What are you sorry for?” He asked.
She looked up at him and he felt his heart shatter into a million pieces. What had happened?
“I-I’m sorry for c-calling you an asshole. You were right about Jae-” She broke down into tears once more, unable to complete her sentence. He pulled her into a crushing hug, as though it would stop her pain. “I’m sorry. I should have trusted you-”
“Hey hey hey. Shh. Calm down first okay?” he whispered, gently patting her back. "Of course you wouldn't trust me. It's not like we were on good terms."
"I should have listened to you." She mumbled into his t-shirt again, and he guessed that she was drunk.
He dearly wanted to let her go and find Jaehyun, and give him the lunch he deserved but a small part of him didn't want to let go of Y/N. It was as though if he let her go, she might get hurt again.
"I'm sorry. I should have explained to you why. This is partly my fault too." He muttered into her hair, rocking her gently.
She looked up at him once more and Sicheng felt his heart stop. She looked so beautiful that he wanted to pause this moment just to stare at her forever.
"Why didn't you tell me then, though?" She asked.
He gulped, and decided to tell the truth.
"Because I didn't want to break your heart."
The yellow light was throwing a faint glow on her face as she stared at him with slightly parted lips. He felt his breath flatter as she leaned in slightly.
And before he knew, her lips were on his, kissing him gently. He felt her clutch the collar of his t-shirt tightly as he pulled her in closer with a quick jerk, wanting to feel her touches more.
His head was spinning like crazy, and the more he tried to figure out what was going on, the more he found himself lost.
It was like the only thing in his mind was the feeling of her lips against his, the softness of her clothes under his fingertips…
Sicheng had kissed many girls before from his thousand different flings and girlfriends but kissing Y/N was somehow different. It felt more...natural. And it felt more true.
The kiss was over too soon in his opinion and the next thing he knew, he was staring at her swollen lips, the urge to kiss her again much stronger.
But she was drunk and he didn't want to do something that might cause her to regret later.
Slowly, she leaned in so that their lips were brushing against each other's.
"That's strike four. For not telling me."
He found himself laughing as he got up, pulling her with him.
"You'll be thanking me later. But now let's get you home." And he prayed that she got over Jaehyun as quickly as his heart was beating right now.
╼ 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐕
The door to the small cafe swung open, revealing a shivering man as he quickly stepped inside. Once he was inside the warm and comfortable coffee shop he stopped shivering, looking around for someone.
Sicheng's eyes finally landed on Y/N's, as she waved at him happily.
He walked over to her, taking a seat opposite to her.
"Hello." She said sheepishly.
"Hello. How are you?" Sicheng asked, smirking at her shy attitude.
"Good good. How's your holiday going on?" She asked.
Y/N had asked him whether he wanted to meet up during the holidays in her favourite cafe, to which he immediately agreed. Even though he didn't want to look too eager, he didn't want to lose this opportunity to meet her too.
What he had never told her was during this small friendship which had bloomed between them, he had fallen madly in love with her. His mind kept wandering back to that night when they had kissed, but she never mentioned it, nor did he bring it up assuming that she had forgotten it.
Nonetheless, he loved everything about her. Her stubbornness, her laughter, her beauty and her everything.
Even though he saw her everyday, it was like he was falling in love with her every time he saw her.
Even now, as he saw her smile at him, he felt his head go dizzy at her beauty.
"I hope you don't mind but I ordered my favourite cake for you!" She said, peering at him curiously.
"Nooo I don't want to try what you like!" He whined. Her face fell a little and Sicheng felt his heart break a little but he suppressed it for the laughter bubbling inside him. "That's alright. I'll get you something else-"
"I was joking." He grinned.
She opened her mouth and closed it, trying to process what he had just said. Then she glared at him, pouting at him.
They talked for a long time, eating their cakes and drinking their coffee after which they decided to go for a walk in the park.
Sicheng made sure to walk close to her, but he didn't have the courage to wrap his arm around her and pull her in closer.
“Oh look!” She said suddenly, pointing at the sky. He looked up to see tiny snowflakes fall from the sky, and he looked at Y/N again. He felt his heart explode to see her happy, as the snow fell in her head like a halo, making her look like an angel.
Her eyes flicked to his and she stared back at him, time frozen for both of them.
Slowly, her eyes fluttered close and Sicheng saw her lean into him slowly. He felt something pull him towards her too, as he gently wrapped his arms around her waist.
But just before her lips touched his, he moved his face a little, a wicked smile on his face. Her lips met his cheeks and she drew back horrified, but then glared at him as she saw his smirk.
“Sicheng! Strike five!” He felt her push herself away from him.
“Just kidding!” He said hastily, quickly pressing his lips on her. He wasn’t going to waste his strikes. Not this time at least.
A/N: Please do tell me what you think about this story!! I worked really hard on it and I would love to know everyone’s thoughts on it~ Comments and reblogs are appreciated!
