RULE ME WRONG ⋆˚࿔ PARK.S
jock!sunghoon x student council!reader ❅ you enforce rules. he breaks them like it’s a habit. until a party, a silence too long, and a line neither of them shouldve crossed. now they’re pretending it meant nothing. but neither of them are good at lying.
MASTERLIST ᢉ𐭩 GENRE enemies to lovers, campus romance, both reader and sunghoon are 21, obsession, not proof read, emotional friction, teasing, hockey!sunghoon, js a wee bit spicy, dual pov, mentioning of alcohol, kissing, profanity. a little smau.
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READER POV
the meeting was supposed to start 15 minutes ago.
you tapped your pen against the attendance sheet sheet, trying not to stare at the empty chair at the end of the table.
around you, student council members exchanged tired looks.
nobody said it. no one had to.
you all knew who was missing.
right on cue, the conference room door swung open. a hockey bag hit the floor first, then came its owner.
“you’re 15 minutes late.”
one of his eyebrows lifted.
“only 15?”
a few people sighed. someone muttered, “here we go again.”
because somehow ever meeting involving park sunghoon always ended the exact same way.
you set your pen down.
“the meeting started at 4.”
“and it’s 4:15.”
“congratulations,” you exclaimed sarcastically. “you can read a clock.”
a chuckle escaped from somewhere across the table.
sunghoons eyes flickered towards you.
“you know,” sunghoon leaned back in his chair. “most people start with a good afternoon.”
“and most people don’t make twenty other people wait for them.”
“and yet,” he paused. “you’re all here.”
a few heads lowered towards their laptops.
not because they were working, but because nobody wanted to get caught watching.
you inhaled slowly.
“can we start the meeting now?”
“you were waiting for me?”
“unfortunately.”
another laugh escaped from somewhere down the table.
you cleared your throat.
“now that everyone’s finally here, let’s begin.”
a few pages shuffled from around the room.
“the hockey team’s request for an end–of–season celebration.”
a collective groan in unison.
across from you, sunghoon smiled.
“i havent said anyrhing yet.”
“that’s the concerning part.” somebody murmured.
“the request exceeds campus occupancy limits.”
“barely,” sunghoon scoffed.
“by 87 people.”
“you’re very good at counting,”
you ignored him.
“next,” you flipped the page on your tablet.
“the request included extended venue access, outside vendors, and—“
you paused. your eyes narrowing slightly.
“live music.”
a few people immediately straightened in their seats.
that got attention.
you continued.
“for a campus-wide-end-of-season celebration hosted by the hockey team.” silence shifted in the room.
not surprised, expected.
across from you, sunghoon leaned forward like he’d been waiting for that exact moment.”
“so we’re calling jt a party now?”
“we’re calling it a violation risk assessment.”
a low laugh came from the table. you didn’t look up.
“this request exceeds occupancy limits, security clearance standards, and alcohol supervision protocols—“
“you said alcohol?” someone muttered.
you stopped. slowly looking up.
“did i say alcohol?”
sunghoons mouth twitched.
you didn’t not say it.”
your grip tightened around the tablet.
“it’s denied.”
the room reacted instantly. a few sighs, a few protests.
sunghoon, though…
he just tilted his head.
“you didn’t even consider it.”
“i did.”
“no, you didn’t.” he rebuttals.
a pause. then quieter.
“you read ‘hockey team’ and decided.”
that landed a little heavier. you finally looked at him properly.
“i read ‘liability’.”
silence again. but different this time. sharper.
sunghoon leaned back in his chair. smile still there—just thinner now.”
“funny.”
“what is?”
“you act like you wouldnt be there.”
that changed the room. not loud, just different. you blinked once.
“excuse me?”
“at the party.” he says it like it was already decided.
“you’ll be there.”
“no, i won’t.”
sunghoon shrugged slightly.
“we’ll see.”
the room clears faster than usual after that. nobody stayed to enjoy the after math.
smart.
chairs scrapped against the floors, papers were being gathered with soft exits. no eye contact.
until it was you and him.
sunghoon was standing his chair. not leaving, not sitting, just there.
like he didn’t know which one would make it worse. you didn’t look up from your notes.
“meetings over.” he delivers.
“yeah.”
“are you done?” your pen stopped.
sunghoon finally picks up his bag, but he didn’t move yet.
“you really think i’m just trying to throw a party?”
you held his gaze.
“i don’t think you understand the consequences.”
that hit something. his expression tightened— just barely. then he nodded once.
“right.”
and walked out.
the door clicked shut behind the sunghoon. your breathing static and your thoughts running in circles.
silence settled fast after that interaction. you were organizing the papers ecen rhiugh you didn’t need to.”
anything to keep your hands busy.
“you’re mad.” a voice comes from the door.
a voice very familiar.
you didn’t look up. “i’m not mad sooha.”
“you’re aggressively not mad.”
that made you pause slightly.
sooha shifted in her stance, fidgeting with her laptop.
“about the party.”
you finally glanced at her.
“there is no party.”
sooha winced.
small. guilty.
that already told you everything.
“sooha.”
she sighed. “okay—before you say anything, i need you to know i didn’t choose this.”
your stomach drooped a little.
“choose what?”
she hesitated.
you stared at her. “explain.”
sooha opened her laptop slowly like it might protect her from your reaction.
“they qualify under the off campus-campus clause”
silence.
then.
“no they don’t.”
“they do…”
“sooha.”
she flinched at your tone. “i checked it three times.”
your grip tightened on the edge of the table.
“so what— you’re telling me i just wasted an hour arguing for nothing?”
“no—“
“because i denied it.”
sooha looked down. quieter now.
“you denied it for campus use.”
that made you stop. she continued carefully.
“they moved it to off campus.”
your breath slowed.
“when…”
sooha hesitated too long.
“…after the meeting.” she swallows slowly.
of course they did. sunghoon didn’t argue, he just adapted.
you let out a short laugh, but there was nothing funny in it.
“so it’s happening?”
sooha didn’t answer immediately. that was the answer, she swallowed.
“i’m sorry.”
a pause, then softer.
“and… you’re still required to be present.”
your head lifted slowly.
“excuse. me.”
“compliance supervision,”. her voice cracking.
“you have to over see it.” you demanded.
silence again, heavier this time.
sooha added quickly “it’s just procedural. i tried to— i really tried—“
you stood up. chair scrapping against the floor slightly.
“so let me get this straight.” your voice was calm.
too calm.
“i denied it, they ignored it, and now i have to babysit it?”
sooha didn’t speak.
you grabbed your bag.
“tell me again why i’m in student council.”
once you left the student council building, the campus felt obnoxiously normal.
students crossed the quad carrying coffees. a group sat beneath a tree studying for their finals. somebody laughed somewhere off to your left.
meanwhile, your entire afternoon had just been ruined.
you adjusted the stawp of your bag and continued down the walkway.
the party was happening.
not only was it happened, but somehow you had to attend it.
you hated loopholes. you hated student organizations.
and right now, you especially hated hockey players. a loud cheer erupted from somewhere ahead.
you stopped.
there was a crowd gathered near the student center. of course there was, you already know what you were about to see before you reached it.
a large black banner stretched across the front entrance.
END OF SEASON.
HOCKEY HOUSE.
APRIL 12TH.
your eye twitched.
“absolutely not.” you muttered.
a familiar voice drifted from somewhere above.
“that’s a weird way to say congratulations.”
you looked up.
park sunghoon was standing on a ladder.
your day somehow got worse.
“what are you doing?”
“hanging a banner.” his hand gestures over the black poster.
“i can see that.”
“then why did you ask?”
you stared at him. he started back. then continued taping the banner like you weren’t standing there.
“do you have permission for that?”
“no.”
“take it down.”
“no.”
“sunghoon.” you pause.
“that’s my name.”
a few students nearby laughed. you hated that.
sunghoon finally climbed down the ladder, unfortunately that only put him closer.
“why do you care so much?”
you folded your arms. “why don’t i care enough?”
his expression shifted slightly. not enough for anyone else to notice, just enough for you.
“trust me,” he said. “i care.”
something about the way he said it almost sounded serious. almost.
then he grabbed the ladder and started walking away.
“see you at the party.”
you stared at his back.
“i’m not going.”
sunghoon didn’t even turn around.
“yeah,” he pauses. “we’ll see.”
—
by the time you got home, you were exhausted.
not physically. mentally.
somehow, park sunghoon had managed to occupy the majority of your afternoon without actually accomplishing anything productive.
the meeting, the banner, the party. the stupid confidence he carried around like it was a personality trait.
you kicked your shoes off near the door and dropped your bad into the floor.
peace.
finally.
for approximately, 37 seconds your phone buzzed.
you ignored it.
it buzzed again.
you frowned.
unknown number.