calling .. eom seonghyeon ! other side.
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caller information .. enemy!seonghyeon x f!reader fluff angst if you squint cursing mentions of alcohol & smoking not proofread 👌 basically based off the album icon by brent faiyaz
plot .. you and seonghyeon were enemies in school. you didn't give a single fuck about him and he didn't give a single fuck about you. but when a new student comes into the picture, someone that looks to be your type, he changes. he becomes less pushy and stops teasing you, rather he's nicer and trying to get your attention that way. and suddenly, you're confused on what to do. does he like you, or is he just playing with your feelings?
🫧 : this is my first writing in so long 😭
seonghyeon and you didn't like each other. at all. ever since you two met in middle school, you two would only bicker. teachers even had to separate your classes up because all they would hear is squabbling during lessons. yet, that didn't stop you two. "yn, shut up! you're such a loud talker!" he'd say, looking at you. "well i don't care!" you'd say back, sticking your tongue out.
you never got a fresh breath of air around him, always being super prepared to fight him. he was honestly an annoying fly you would always try to swat away, yet he'd always come back. your families even tried to keep you two apart, but it wouldn't work. you two would always find a way to bicker, a way to interact, a way to fight.
years passed and you two still continued to fight and bicker. "yn, give me my phone!" seonghyeon said, chasing you across the campus. "nope! give me my waterbottle back!" you yelled, making the brown-haired boy stop and pant, holding his chest. "fuck," he said, breathing in, "whatever, here." he passed it to you and you gave him his phone back. "thanks, loser," you said, starting to walk away. he raised his eyebrow and suddenly grabbed your bag from behind.
"ah, what did you say to me?" he said, raising eyebrows. "i said thanks, loser." he scoffed and was about to start something with you, but his best friend came over. "hi, yn," martin said, smiling and waving. "hi, martin," you said back. seonghyeon looked at you two and rolled his eyes, "whatever. we'll deal with this later, fucker." you gasped and raised a hand at him as your friends came over. ian and stella looked at you and back at seonghyeon and laughed.
"you two are still going at it?" ian asked, trying to contain her giggle. "yeah, 'cause he still wants to play around." you said, a tone a tad bit condescending. "it's kind of funny," stella remarked as she took a bite of her snack, "you and him. i'm surprised he still hates you." you looked at stella, a intimidating look in your eyes. she looked at you and immediately looked away, "my bad." "stel', they don't hate each other, they love each other, right, yn?" ian says, teasing you. "fuck no." you said, staring at her then seonghyeon angrily as he teased you from across the room.
at the school festival, you were setting up the stand when seonghyeon decided to come over and tease you, grabbing the poster. "ah, what's this?" he says, grabbing it and looking at it. "give it back, seonghyeon!" you yelling, trying to grab it. "nope," he says, suddenly running. "what the fuck!" you scream, chasing after him. he laughed as you tripped and fell, saying "damn, falling for me too?" you looked at him and was about to get up when a guy came you, one you didn't know.
"are you okay?" he asked, putting a hand out to help you. you grabbed his hand and he pulled you up. "thank you," you said to the mysterious man. "no problem, but, uh, is everything okay?" he asked, looking at you. "yeah, just messing around with someone," you said, noticing his shirt with no name tag, "um, do you go here?" he looked at his shirt and goes awkward, "ah, yeah, i do, i just haven't gotten my tag yet. i'm keonho, ahn keonho." he smiled and put a hand out for you, "and you?" you smiled softly, "yn."
seonghyeon watched as the two of you talked and suddenly shoved the flyer back into your hands. "here," he said, going over to his friends. you looked back at him, confused. he looked pretty irritated. not pretty, really irritated. keonho suddenly spoke again, snapping you out of thought, "ah, is that your friend?" you look at him funny and shake your head, "no, he's just.. someone." keonho smiles and asks if it is a crush. "gosh, no!" you say, laughing at him, "just an annoying guy i know." he nods and was about to open his mouth when ian comes.
"yn, did you get my te- who is this?" she said, pausing and looking up and down keonho. "uh, this is keonho, and keonho, this is ian," you said, awkwardly looking at both of them. "nice to meet you, are you new here?" the black haired girl asked the boy. "mhm, i am," he replied, smiling at her. the two spoke and went to the stand and you smiled, seeing them bond. you suddenly looked at the flyer at your hand and remembered seonghyeon and decided to mess with him. you went to where he was and grabbed his bag from behind, making him stumble in front of his friends, martin and james.
"what the fu- oh, yn," he said, falling backwards and looking at you with a blank expression. "just wanted to mess with you," you said, before walking away. he scoffed and yelled "fuck you!" you turned around and stuck your tongue out at him and he was about to go to you, but remembered about your interaction with keonho and shaked his head. "never-fucking-mind," he mumbled under his breath before walking back to his friends and continuing the conversation.
days pass and when your phone (which had died in your sleep) hadn't woken you up to get ready, you rushed your routine and ran to the bus stop, your makeup barely finished. as you go there, the bus was beginning to drive away and you chased after it. "wait! sir!" you screamed outside the bus, trying to get the attention of the people on it. you noticed keonho inside and yelled his name, hoping that he'd hear. but, nonetheless, he didn't.
seonghyeon turned his head to his window and noticed, suddenly telling the bus driver to stop and let you on. he paused, looking at the boy in the beanie confused, before opening it. you raced on the bus, scanned your card, and looked for an open seat, holding your chest out of breath. seonghyeon suddenly pulled his bag off his chair, saying he has a seat, but keonho looked up from his phone, waved at you, and patted the open seat next to him. so, you ignored seonghyeon, going to keonho. he looked back at the two of you chatting away, a look of slight sadness on his face. he sighed and put his airpods in, waiting to get to campus.
at school, you sat down at your seat and waited for class to begin. you saw stella and ian and as they were about to sit with you, seonghyeon moved in the seat next to you. he never does. and i mean never. you looked at him super confused. "seonghyeon? move out the seat, it's for stella." you said, annoyed and shoving him slightly. "chill out," he mumbled, "there's no seats in the back." you looked behind you and saw plenty, "there is, now get out the seat and let stella sit." he looked at you, no change in his eyes.
"i'd rather sit here, now shush, i'm studying." you looked at him and tried shoving him but it didn't work, so you gave up. you locked eyes with stella and apologized and she looks at seonghyeon and raises her eyebrows before sitting down with ian behind you two. you looked at seonghyeon and was visibly upset with him. just as you were about to fight with him, he gave you your favorite snack. "chill out, loser," he mumbled, still looking at his paper. "what...?" you stared at his calm demeanor and looked at your friends confusedly. the blonde chuckled slightly as the black haired girl was holding in her laugh. "not funny," you whispered at them. seonghyeon was being weird. and not the normal weird he usually was.
in class, notes were going too fast and you couldn't catch up. you tried, but the teacher kept speeding up. after she said to write down everything she said, you sighed and slumped in your seat before feeling a notebook against your cheek. "here," seonghyeon said, looking at you. "i don't need it from you, asshole," you mumbled against the desk. "either take it or fail," he spoke again, shoving it at you again. "fine," you said, sitting up and ready his notes. despite his annoying, weird actions, his notes were neat and clean. you wrote down everything and thanked him as he nodded. "mhm, whatever," he said, packing up his bag, dipping right as the bell rang.
there was a party later that night, at martin's place, and your friends dragged you to it. you weren't the type to go to parties, despite your chaotic nature. as you, ian, and stella walked it, it reeked of weed and smoke. "yuck, it smells horrible," you mumbled to stella. "yah, yn, it's not that bad, come on!" she said, going to greet everyone. you saw seonghyeon sitting alone and was confused where his friends were before he looked up and saw you. he started making he way towards you when stella and ian dragged you to the alcohol. you were always a bit iffy about alcohol since childhood, but of course, you never admitted it since you didn't wanna be a wuss.
as you were given it, seonghyeon comes in from behind you, puts his hand on your shoulder and takes the shot for you. you looked at him next to you and he looked at your friends, who were equally confused. "seonghyeon, you took her shot!" stella said, frowning. he raised an eyebrow and smirked while scoffing, "whatever, she doesn't drink anyway." you looked at him surprised at how he knew that, since you all you guys did was bicker. "wait, shit, you don't?" ian said, mouth dropped. you looks awkwardly at the two girls before opening your mouth, "um, not really." seonghyeon raised an eyebrow at them before smirking and leaving.
after the brown haired boy left, stella's mouth fell to the floor, "has he ever done that for anyone?" ian started laughing and makes a joke that he likes you, causing you to immediately deny. "he just likes to drink, i swear, but i don't remember mentioning to him i don't drink a lot," you say, looking behind your shoulder to see him downing a beer with martin and juhoon. the blonde noticed and poked him and seonghyeon immediately turned around to see you looking at him. he looked away quick and hit martin in the arm. "hyung, don't embarrass me," he said, whispering to him. martin shrugged playfully and said keonho isn't here to take my attention. his face lit up as he asked 'really?'.
juhoon nodded, adding that he asked keonho to come, as the two were friends while seonghyeon hated him, but he was busy with swimming training and wouldn't be able to come. seonghyeon got excited as he turned around again and looked at you, back turned from him again. martin put his arm around seonghyeon and brung him to you and your friends, as juhoon followed from behind. they came over and began pouring shots into the glasses, giving each of you one. seonghyeon shoved martin's arm off and sat next to you on counter, noticing you being a bit antsy holding the shot glass.
"you okay? i can take it for you," he blurted out, looking at you. you looked back at him and shook your head, "it's fine, it's just a shot." he scoffed and downed his shot before grabbing yours. "um are you sure, you've been drinking a lot," you replied, looking back at him. he smirked snd nodded, downing it quickly, adam's apple bopping up and down. you looked at him a little too long. 'why does he look so good like that...' you had to admit, other than being your enemy who you despised, he was a really good looking guy and you couldn't deny that you may have thought about him kissing you before, although you would try to. he looked to the side as he drunk it and saw you, smirking again. "why were you staring?" he said, putting the glass down. "i-i wasn't," you said, looking away. "no worries, pretty," he said, smiling as he stood up from the counter, "you know how to swim?" you blinked, staring at him. "um, yeah, why?" he picked you up and brought you there, the others and bystanders at the party watching you two. "yah, yah, no!" you yelled, trying to get out his grip, almost falling and hitting people.
"relax, i wasn't gonna drop you in there," he said, bringing you to the beach chairs. you blinked once again as he sat you down and sat across from you. "don't do that, loser," you said, slapping his arm. he grabbed his arm and laughed, "i just wanted to get a reaction out of you." "don't piss me off." he smiled as he stared at you. you suddenly felt your phone buzz and see a text from keonho; "hey you're not gonna believe what i heard from james." you looked at your phone befor replying "call me ill go outside the party." you suddenly got up and seonghyeon got up after. "what's wrong?" he said, looking at you. "i gotta call someone, i'll be back in like 10 minutes, is there a room where it's quiet in the house?" you said, looking at him. "um, yeah, i'll bring you," he said, grabbing your hand as he brought you back inside and uo the stairs. he brought you to a room and apologized for the bags in there before leaving.
you were confused by seonghyeon being so kind to you, i mean, he was so mean to you before, so what changed? you shook your head before answering keonho's call. "what's up?" you said, worriedly. "okay, so, i was washing up and cleaning my shit up when james came in and asked if you and i were dating," he stifled a laugh as he said that. "no fucking way, seriously!" you said, immediately laughing. "yeah, but then, after i said we weren't, he was like 'blah, blah, blah, someone likes her." your mouth dropped. you were surprised to hear that someone liked you. "did he say who?" you asked, mouth still dropped. he paused before speaking, "you can't get mad when you hear who it is." you breathed in, saying yes, thinking it was some random ex talking stage you had, but what you were not prepared to hear was it was someone you knew very well. "it's seonghyeon."
you went quiet as you held your phone and stared at the bag next to you, looking closely. it was seonghyeon's. you were in his room, well presumably his room to stay the night, but you mumbled fuck. "you're not playing with me, right?" you said softly. "yn, i don't joke about shit like this, he was telling me that seonghyeon thought we were dating and was hella jealous," he replied, holding in a laugh, "but do you like him?" you paused at the question. did you? you always found him attractive, although he was a dickhead, he was pretty fine. "honestly? um... i find him cute or something like that, i guess..." you said, trying to figure out an answer. "so you kind of do?" he asked, not in a jealous way, just a curious way.
"yeah, i guess," you looked at the bag again next to you. you saw his hoodie, the one he loved wearing, though he never said it. you picked up on the keychains that it was a subtle brent faiyaz album cover, barely even knowing the artist. you even noticed his laptop had stupid stickers he used to put on your shit. maybe you did like him. "i'll tell you everything else tomorrow, the bus is about to come," he said, grabbing his stuff. "yeah, i'll talk to you later, keonho, be safe," you replied, ending the call and getting up from the bed. you looked back at the belongings and unlocked the door, opening the door to see seonghyeon sitting outside, on his phone in his stupid redbull shirt. "everything okay?" he said, getting up quickly and dusting himself off.
you looked at him and nodded, "yeah, it's fine now." he nodded and checked the time. "it's almost 11, yn, let me walk you home," he said, going into the room and grabbing his hoodie. "are you sure, you drank so much, i can walk home," you said, staring at him. he scoffed and poked your arm, "my tolerance is high, don't worry, i don't get drunk from 3 shots and a beer." you looked at him again and sighed, "fine, let me just say bye to ian and stel." he nodded and as you both came down the stairs, you see them with the other boys and laugh. "aw, they're getting along," you said, smiling and waving to them as they wave back.
the walk to your house was pretty awkward, since the news was still fresh in your mind. "who called you?" he says, putting the hoodie over his shoulder. you turned your gaze towards him and looked at his features before speaking, "oh, just keonho." seonghyeon's expression changed and he got a bit awkward and quiet, "oh, keonho? why?" you looked forward and mumbled, "he just had to tell me something." "what was it?" he asked, looking at you now. "just swimming stuff." there was a long piece of silence before he opened his mouth. "are you dating him?" he asked, putting his hands in his jean pockets. you suddenly froze, hearing his voice cracking softly as he asked.
"me and keonho? god no, me and him are just really close," you said. seonghyeon swore he felt his heart stop tensing up, until you asked why. "oh, i just thought you two were," he said, turning the corner with you. "we aren't, me and him are like siblings." he nodded and kept walking, until he turned around and noticed that you were shivering. "are you cold?" he asked, taking the hoodie from his shoulder and putting it on your arm. "are you sure? isn't this like your favorite one?" you asked, staring at him. "mhm, but you're cold, put it on," he said, looking and grabbing your hand to pull you to the convenience store chair. he helps sit you down and helps you put the hoodie on, squatting in front of you and helping. "there, warm now?" he asked, close to your face.
you felt your face burn up, i mean, you two were both "enemies," right? but maybe just two people who like each other and won't say the word. he started to do the triangle method and you looked away shy as he smiled. "let's go?" he mumbled, grabbing your hand and guiding you home. as you began to arrive, you thanked him. he nodded, "it's the least i could do, yn... hey, um, by the way, i'm sorry for everything i've done to you, yn." you stared at the boy in the beanie. in the almost 6 years you've known him, he's never apologized for anything. not even mixing up your paper. maybe what keonho said was true.
"oh, um, i'm sorry too, seonghyeon," you said back, making him smile and say it's alright. you checked the clock, 10:27pm. "it's late now, i should head to sleep." you said, looking at him. his face became a bit sad as he nodded, "yeah, you should, just text me, yeah?" you nodded but just as you were about to go on the porch, you ran back to seonghyeon and hugged him. "thank you, again," you said, hugging him even more. he felt his heart thumping hard against his chest as he hugged you back, "of course, yn, get sleep, yeah?" you looked at him and suddenly, you were on your tippy toes and kissing his cheek as you ran into the house. he touched his cheek, expecting someone to tell him it's fake, but he looked around and got shy. "fuck," he mumbled to himself, walking back to martin's place, "that damn girl, shit."
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the next morning, you fixed up your hair and wore his hoodie he told you to wear, along with your flared jeans. you were packing your stuff quickly until your older sister said there's a boy for you, raising an eyebrow at you since she's confused. you see seonghyeon waiting on the pole, wired headphones in while on his phone through the window and nodded. you grabbed your bag, put your shoes on quickly, and said bye to her, going over to him. you shove him and he looks at you, smirking. "wearing it, huh?" he said, putting an arm on your shoulder. "you literally told me to." he scoffed and started walking, "whatever."
as the both of you arrived to class, people stared at you in his hoodie and were saying "aren't they enemies?" "why is she wearing his hoodie?" "are they dating?" he looked at you and asked if you were good. "mhm, i'm gonna go to stel and ian now, i'll see you around," you said, leaving his arm until he grabbed you. "i wanna sit with you, leave the seat open," he said, loosening his grip and going to martin. you nodded and went to the two girls at the desks in the back, who were staring and equally shocked as everyone else. "um, what's up?" you said, staring at the two. "what the hell is going on with you and seonghyeon?" ian said, eyebrow raised. "nothing, he just walked me home yesterday and to school today," you said, staring at her. "suspicious, give me the phone," stella said, putting her hand out. "stel, no," you said, hiding your phone until ian grabbed it from behind your back and punched in the code, only to see the texts between you and seonghyeon. "HE SENT YOU A PICTURE?" ian said loudly, making you immediately cover her mouth.
"ian, shush! he might come in soon," you said, snatching your phone. "he called you pretty, girl, i think the boy likes you," stella said, laughing. "he doesn't, i swear, he's just being nice, he probably made a bet with the boy," you said, playing with the hoodie sleeves. the girls laughed and said it's obvious he likes you, but you shook your head. a few minutes of bickering passed and seonghyeon came in, with keonho and juhoon following after. ian told stella to move for keonho and she nodded, sitting next to juhoon after he sat. seonghyeon waited for you to move your bag and once you did, he sat down, looking at you. "hey, pretty," he said, looking at you and creating eye contact.
"quit calling me that," you said, side eyeing him. "you said you liked it." "did not." "whatever," the brown haired boy said, putting a straw in his mouth and chewed on it. you stared at him as he did it and couldn't lie; he looked pretty handsome. he caught you and smiled, "looking at me?" "n-no, i'm not," you said, looking away, pulling out your notes. you went to go in your bag for a pencil when seonghyeon put one on your desk. "here, use it," he said, pulling out his notes. "but-" "no buts." you sighed and began writing. around the end of class, he put his head on your shoulder after packing his stuff. "huh?" you said, looking at him. "i'm tired, let me sleep on you," he said in a sleepy tone. "seonghyeon, class is almost over," you replied, trying to pull him up. "don't call me that." you were taken back from what he said and stared at him.
"call you what?" "seonghyeon, don't call me that." he said, tone sleepy but serious. "then call you what?" you replied, questioning it. "sean. only sean," he said, still on your shoulder. "fine. sean, class is almost over," you said, making him get up. "ugh, you suck," he said, putting his head on his desk and staring at you. you rolled your eyes and started packing, making him laugh. suddenly, after you finished, he grabbed your hand, intertwining the fingers. "i'll walk you to next period," he said, looking at you. "we have the same class." he felt his ears burn up and he stammered saying my bad. "still a loser, eom," you said, getting up ss the bell rung. all of your friends saw you two holding hands and their mouths fell. keonho and ian burst out laughing, stella and juhoon mouths fell, and martin and james were surprised and talking about how he has game.
at lunch, you sat in the garden with your friends when keonho and seonghyeon came over and sat with you guys when the other three boys came over and started to troll. you sat on the bench and played with the stray cat that always was in that part of the school, ignoring everyone until seonghyeon came over. "oh, hey," you said, petting the kitten as she meowed. "so cute," he said, looking at you. "i know, she's adorable," you said, focused on the cat. "hey, are you free on saturday night?" he blurted out, looking at you. "yeah, why?" you said, looking at him back, still petting the kitten. "i... i have concert tickets, brent faiyaz. i saw that you listened to him too and i was supposed to go with juhoon but he's busy, so i have a spare ticket." you paused. brent faiyaz? your favorite? with your... enemy? not even enemy anymore... maybe friend? crush? something. "keonho likes brent more than me, maybe go with hi-" "i'm asking if you want to go, not keonho." you paused again. he only wants you to go. not keonho, not juhoon, just you. "um, i don't have an outfit?" "come over with some clothes, i'll help." you froze and looked at him again, "okay."
at his place, he helped you and noticed the top you wore looked uncomfortable, so he looked in his closet and found a shirt for you. "let me go check my sister's room, i'll be quick, she might have something." you nodded and waited on his bed, listening to the two of them speaking until you felt a buzz next to you and saw texts open with martin. you didn't wanna snoop but you accidentally read it.
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you stared at the texts. seonghyeon. the boy you've had beef with since sixth grade. had a crush on you. and now you accidentally know. you read it again and stared at the messages. fuck. what do you do? you know you like him back. even if you keep denying it. suddenly, seonghyeon came in and saw the phone next you, realizing he left it open and immediately grabbed it, putting it in his pocket. "uh, hey, um, here, my sister had this halter top and this like lace top," he said, praying you didn't read the messages. "oh, the lace is cute," you said, staring at it. "wear it, it should fit you, i'll leave the room so you're comfortable." he said, leaving and closing the door.
he immediately called martin and went to the guest bedroom. "martin, fuck, i left my phone open with her," he said, stressed out. "wait, really? shit, you better pray she didn't read it," martin said, also worried. "fuck, fuck, fuck... whatever, i'll update you later, she's knocking." he hung up the phone with martin and opened the door, only to see you in the lace top. "like it?" you said, looking at him. "i... you look great, yn." he said, looking at you again, "i'll get ready and then let's go?" he said, smiling softly. "mhm," you said, waiting for him to change. but the messages popped up over and over in your head. damn.
after he changed into black jeans, a black long-sleeved shirt, and a beanie, he grabbed his keys and helped you into his car. on the ride there, you were vibing to the music until you noticed seonghyeon's hand and grabbed it. he looked at your hand and smiled. "cute," he said, intertwining his fingers with yours. you smiled and took a picture of him unknowingly. as you arrived to the venue, he helped you out and held your hand as he brought you to the vip section. "you got vip?" you asked, grabbing his hand again. "yeah, better closer than further," he said, smiling, intertwining his fingers again. after security check, you went into the pit and waited for brent to perform. as the concert begun, seonghyeon sang every lyric while you watched in love. when other side started playing, you started recording, until seonghyeon hugged your waist from behind and sang the lyrics once again. you turned around to face him and he looked at you.
"yn," he said, making you face him, "i need to tell you this." you put your phone down and nodded. he took a deep breathe in. "yn, i don't know when or how it happened... but i like you. i really, really fuckin' like you. it stopped being about enemies a while ago for me, even before keonho transferred here. it's fine if you wanna reject me, we can just go back to being enemies or something-" you cut him off by pecking his lips and hugging him. "god, you're stupid, i didn't kiss your cheek for no reason, loser!" he felt his face burn suddenly and he got shy, "damn, i'm blind, huh?" you nodded and smiled as he leaned in again. "can i?" he said, about to kiss you. "i'd love if you did." he smiled and kissed you, making a friend group nearby cheer and woo you two, making him smile against your lips. "i love you, yn." "i love you too, sean."
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