summary . minjeong gets mad at y/n, so they give her space. but minutes later, she's grumpily dragging them back to bed because she hates sleeping alone. y/n teases her, but when she mumbles, "i don't need space, i need you," they shut up real quick.
pairing . winter x gender neutral reader
it starts with minjeong being mad. y/n has no idea why, but she's glaring, arms crossed, sitting on the bed like some angry little gremlin. y/n, being the smart person they are, decides to give her space.
"alright, i'll sleep on the couch—"
"good."
okay. damn. y/n doesn't even argue, just nods and grabs a pillow before heading out. they don't even make it ten minutes on the couch before they hear footsteps. fast, irritated ones.
then suddenly— y/n's pillow is yanked away.
"what—"
"come back to bed," minjeong grumbles, standing over them with the meanest pout y/n has ever seen.
y/n raises a brow. "i thought you wanted space?"
her glare intensifies. "i don't need space, i need you."
y/n.exe has stopped working. they sit there, processing, while minjeong aggressively yanks at their wrist like they weigh nothing. they barely manage to stand before she's dragging them back to bed, throwing the blanket over them like she's tucking in a damn burrito.
y/n can't help but tease. "soooo, you missed me?"
"shut up."
"you love me?"
"shut up."
"you—"
minjeong physically muffles them with her hand.
but her face is buried in their chest now, and y/n feels the way she clings tighter, how her fingers grip the fabric of their shirt, how she exhales like she finally feels at home.
y/n just smiles, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head. "love you too, gremlin."
minjeong huffs. but her hold tightens.
minutes pass, but neither of them sleep. minjeong shifts, grumbling, pressing her face even more into y/n's warmth like she's trying to merge into their existence.
"why were you even mad?" y/n murmurs, running a hand up and down her back.
minjeong goes silent. then mumbles, "forgot."
y/n snorts. "seriously?"
"mhmm."
silence. then—
"...but you still left."
y/n stills. minjeong's voice is small, almost embarrassed, but y/n hears it clear as day. they tilt their head down, trying to get a look at her face, but minjeong buries herself even deeper into their chest like a damn mole.
"well, you told me to go," y/n hums, their tone softer now.
"you're not supposed to listen to me."
y/n bites back a laugh. "so, if i stayed, what would you have done?"
silence. then a grumble. "kicked you."
y/n finally laughs, full and bright, and minjeong glares up at them, her cheeks just the tiniest bit pink. but y/n just cups her face, thumb rubbing gently over her cheekbone, their teasing replaced with something much softer.
"i won't leave again," y/n murmurs. "even if you kick me."
minjeong just stares for a second, eyes flickering between theirs like she's memorizing everything. then, quietly, she leans up, pressing the softest kiss to y/n's jaw before hiding again.
can i request winter as a student council president and she always picks/target on reader to give them a detention or a warning over a smallest things like crooked tie? idk ideas from c.ai lol. thank you!
snoopy
summary . y/n keeps getting detention from student council pres winter over the dumbest shit, but turns out she just likes them.
pairing . kim minjeong x gender neutral reader
y/n had exactly three minutes of peace every morning before the student council president descended from the heavens (or, more accurately, the third-floor council room) to ruin their day.
three minutes. that’s all they got before—
“your tie is crooked.”
y/n closed their locker door to see none other than kim minjeong, aka winter, aka the demon personally assigned to make their life hell. she was standing there with her arms crossed, radiating authority and judgment, like a CEO about to fire an employee for breathing wrong.
before y/n could even protest, a neatly folded detention slip was slammed into their chest.
“bro.” y/n blinked. “are you serious right now?”
winter gave them a once-over, eyes filled with the usual disgust she reserved just for them. “rules are rules.”
y/n glanced down. their tie was, at most, 0.0000001 centimeters off-center.
“you’re joking.”
“i don’t joke.” winter clicked her pen, which was basically the school equivalent of cocking a gun.
y/n groaned, snatched the slip, and dramatically shoved it into their pocket. “you just like giving me detentions, don’t you?”
winter tilted her head like a malicious Victorian cat. “if you followed the rules, you wouldn’t be my problem.”
“oh yeah? what about last time? when you wrote me up because my shoelace was untied?”
“someone could have tripped over it.”
“and the time you gave me a warning for having my hands in my pockets?”
“poor posture. reflects badly on the school.”
“AND WHEN YOU THREATENED TO SUSPEND ME FOR BREATHING TOO LOUDLY!?”
winter blinked. “i don’t recall that one.”
y/n narrowed their eyes. “because i made it up.”
winter’s lips twitched.
SHE ALMOST SMILED.
ALMOST.
y/n’s brain short-circuited. had they just… witnessed a human emotion from the student council terminator??? no. impossible. she was built in a lab to maintain order and hand out unnecessary punishments.
winter smoothed out her blazer. “fix your tie before the next time i see you,” she said before disappearing like a well-dressed cryptid.
-
naturally, y/n did not fix their tie.
so when lunch rolled around, winter materialized at their table before they could even take a bite of their food.
she didn’t even say anything. just placed another detention slip in front of them like she was serving them divorce papers.
y/n slammed their hands on the table. “YOU’RE OBSESSED WITH ME.”
winter crossed her arms. “don’t flatter yourself.”
“then why am i the only one you terrorize? huh? why not mark or jeno? they break rules all the time!”
winter shrugged. “they’re not my problem.”
“but i am?”
winter smirked. “unfortunately.”
y/n blacked out for a second.
did minjeong just smirk at them?
no. no, no, no. that was illegal.
they squinted at her. “are you enjoying this?”
winter raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow. “you’ll never know.”
then she turned and walked away, hair bouncing with every step like she was in a shampoo commercial.
y/n stared after her.
there was no way.
no way in hell.
…but did minjeong like them???
-
detention.
y/n sat at the back of the empty classroom, arms crossed, waiting for their punishment.
the door creaked open, and in walked winter—alone.
y/n’s jaw dropped. “YOU’RE MY DETENTION SUPERVISOR!?”
winter set her clipboard down. “no. i’m here because i also have detention.”
winter gave them a look. “the teacher said i was ‘abusing my power.’”
y/n grinned. evil. “so even they think you have a personal vendetta against me.”
winter sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “just shut up and start cleaning.”
y/n smirked, picking up a broom. “yes, ma’am.”
for the next twenty minutes, they swept the classroom in silence—well, almost silence, if you ignored y/n humming the mario kart theme every time winter walked past them.
finally, as y/n wiped down the whiteboard, they caught winter staring at them.
like actually staring.
“what,” y/n said, raising an eyebrow.
winter looked away, suddenly interested in the floor. “nothing.”
y/n leaned against the desk. “you think i’m hot, don’t you?”
winter scoffed. “absolutely not.”
“you totally do.”
“shut up.”
“just admit it.”
“i’m giving you another detention.”
y/n laughed. “you literally can’t, you just got stripped of your power.”
winter gritted her teeth.
y/n took a step closer. “sooo,” they dragged out. “if you don’t actually hate me, then why do you keep picking on me?”
winter didn’t say anything. just glared at the floor.
y/n’s smugness disappeared.
“…wait.” they blinked. “do you actually like me?”
silence.
more silence.
and then—
”…shut up.”
y/n almost dropped dead.
THERE WAS NO WAY.
“OH MY GOD.” they gasped. “YOU DO.”
“no, i don’t.”
“YOU TOTALLY DO.”
“i literally don’t.”
y/n took another step forward, eyes gleaming. “so if i asked you out right now, you’d say no?”
winter looked like she was going through all seven stages of grief.
“…hypothetically,” she muttered. “i would say yes.”
y/n exploded internally.
but on the outside, they just grinned.
“cool,” they said, picking up their bag. “then i’ll pick you up after school.”
winter’s face was so red she looked like a walking fire hazard.
“SHUT UP.”
y/n just laughed.
as y/n walked toward the door, they couldn’t resist.
right next to the light switch, glowing in all its forbidden glory, was the big red emergency button.
the one that, when pressed, would blare an ungodly alarm across the entire school.
y/n stared at it.
it stared back.
and in that moment, their intrusive thoughts won.
click.
the room was immediately filled with the most ear-splitting, soul-crushing, brain-cell-destroying siren known to mankind.
winter whipped around so fast she could’ve gotten whiplash.
“ARE YOU INSANE?!” she shouted over the blaring noise.
y/n, tears in their eyes from laughter, bolted out the door. “SEE YOU AT OUR DATE, BABE!!!”
they made it five steps before—
“Y/N.”
y/n froze.
slowly, they turned around.
winter stood in the doorway, a fresh detention slip in hand, looking like she was about to end their bloodline.
