Summary: There are concerns which can't be put into words.
You have long hair.
It often cascades down the side of your face whenever you lean down. He always thinks you look pretty like that, even back before he faced the truth that he likes you. Your long hair makes you keep hair ties on you often, “It gets in the way,” you say one day when he looks at you for too long and you mistake it for curiosity. It isn’t, he simply likes to look at you.
Not that he’d be honest about it, “Just cut it,” he comments absentmindedly, “less hassle that way.”
You only laugh, paying no mind to his comment. You shouldn’t anyway. He wasn’t thinking when he said that. He has nothing against the the length of your hair either.
In fact, Taehoon likes it. He has no preference for whatever length you go with, really. Whatever you go with, he knows that you’ll look good in it because you’d never look anything but beautiful in his eyes. He’d never admit that to you without some grumbling either, because he’s a stupid fool who can’t be honest with his feeling. He loves you. You know that. It’s enough.
You had long hair.
All it took is him messing with the wrong type of people and a knife that strays too close. You escaped with your life intact, but the slice has taken with it a huge chunk of your hair. He should be happy that you’re safe, it was a cheap trade—your vanity for your life. But when he looks at you, it’s not easy to accept the truth. You shouldn’t have to trade at all.
Him staring at you is nothing new. You always catch him in the act and whenever you do, you’d smile in a way that warms his chest and go on with your day. He feels nothing close to that warmth when your eyes catch his this time. You’ve trimmed even shorter than where your hair got cut in the incident. He doesn’t know what to make of it.
“What is it?” You smile teasingly. “You’ve been gawking at me more than usual. Is it that bad?”
He doesn’t miss the note of self-consciousness in your question. He wants to tell that it doesn’t look bad at all, that you’ll never stop being anything but beautiful in his eyes. Yet, all he does is clicking his tongue and casting his eyes to the nearby wall. “It looks fine,” he grunts, “just strange, that’s all.”
“Strange?”
“Not used to it,” he says, “but it suits you, maybe.”
That might have been the wrong thing to say because you turn to face him now, your hands on your hip but your smile is an amused one. “Does it suit me or not?”
He shrugs, noncommittal. “As long as you like it.”
“But do you like it?” You ask again. He’s annoyed because he doesn’t know what’s the correct answer.
“I like you,” he frowns, “doesn’t matter how you look.”
He can’t understand your reaction. You’re taken aback, not perplexed but simply… befuddled. All the better because he can stew in silence now, at least until you decide to speak up again.
“Well, I like you better without the mullet,” you say, “even the bowl-cut is an improvement.”
“Hey! Keep my hair out of this!” Taehoon bristles. “This isn’t about me, this is about you.”
You take the initiative to get closer to him, your gaze beckons him to continue, “And what is it about me?”
He sighs. His irritation flares up, but mainly because of him. You are to blame, too, for cornering him into the wall and expecting him to comply. The stupid thing is that he does. “You shouldn’t have to cut your hair to begin with,” he grumbles. That’s the closest to a confession he will make. If you’re unhappy with it then fine, whatever, live with it. He won’t budge another inch.
You don’t reply right away and it’s the silence following that makes him uncomfortable. Taehoon itches with the urge to cross his arms, but he won’t, shutting down further won’t help. His foot taps impatiently on the floor to subjugate that urge.
“I didn’t have to,” you say finally, “but I want to.”
He doesn’t know what to say. At times like these, he hates the stark difference between you and him. You always know the correct words to pick, the correct feeling to express. All the while he’s stuck here with a jumbled mess of emotions that he can’t figure out where it starts and ends. He doesn’t have to, you continue on anyway, somehow understanding his own turmoil better than he does.
“So stop making that face,” you take hold of his face and turn him to meet you in the eyes.
Your thumbs brush on his cheeks and he has to resist the urge to nuzzle into your palm. He doesn’t hate how weak you make him feel, because you never give him a reason to worry about it. Not when he can see your affection clearly in your eyes, clear as the sky on a cloudless day. “I chose this, okay?”
You have to be on your tiptoe to meet his lips, he makes it easier by leaning down to you. The kiss is short and chaste, but it tempers the storm inside him all the same. Not completely, it’d take a miracle to snuffle that out of existence. But you’ve given him peace, even if it’s only for a little while.
He only grunts in answer, unwilling to answer that. You take his response with a smile anyway, because his easy surrender is enough to pacify you.
His eyes remain glued on you when you walk away, leaving him to his own device again. He lingers on your back, a bit too long, but before that line of thought came become coherent, he snuffles it out of the existence.
You’ve reassured him time and time again, doubting that now would only undermine your words.
do you love yourself? no? that's okay this character you love loves you back. are you kind? that is why they love you. are you patient? that is why they love you. are you a coward are you shy are you brave are you bold are you bratty? that is why they love you. you are loved and you will not be punished for seeking love. you are loved and you will find it here in these words.
do you love yourself yet? no? that's okay this character can love you until you do. this character will point out the few traits you can relate with yourself (your smile, your laugh, you brattiness, your whimsy, your strength, your sorrow) and tell you that they love that about you until one day you can love it, if not yourself, too.
do you love yourself yet? no? but you're starting to accept that you can be loved? that there is something in you- your awkwardness, your bashfulness, your straightforward mind, you ability to heal, your ability to fight- that someone could look at and learn to adore? well done. you're right, this character does see that and adore it. you may not love yourself just now, just yet, but now you see right? That there is something to love in you?
hey um...you haven't updated this blog since September. Hope you're okay...
also, i understand that requests are closed, but I wonder if you can do a Questism fic regarding Sikyung? (bcuz i love your Yugeom one)
Ah... I'm sorry for not posting fanfiction for that long, I've had a few problems and issues all this time, even now. And you can req to me if my req is closed, I don't mind it, and give me details about your req. Thank You.
I hope you enjoy this fic, and I'm sorry🙏
Fighter [Ryu Sikyung]
You gritted your teeth as your trainer tried to attack you, you quickly deflected his fist. You screamed in frustration when the man you called your teacher kept throwing attacks, you could only parry or block the man's attacks.
"Come on! You called yourself a fighter before, but what's this?" he scoffed, "Come on, sweet child, you are so violent in the boxing ring, why don't you want to punch your teacher in return?" He was about to land his fist on your face, but you will still be able to ward it off; this time you ward it off harshly. It kinda provoked your emotion.
"Calm down, girlie."
"You're the one who's provoke the lion."
And finaly, you landed a punch on his stomach, but that wasn't strong enough. He just chuckled, and shook his head. Then you sat down, he was walking to picked up his bottle. "That's not like you usually do, what's wrong?" he asked.
You only shrugged, you won't answering him since he was asking you 3 days ago, you were never answering that one question. Never.
"I'm hungry," you stood up, "I want to have lunch with myself, only me."
The man glanced at you, "Wait, just yourself?" he raised a brow, "You can have a date if you want too, so don't keep it as secret if you have a boy behind your back." he smiled.
"What? No, I'll have my lunch just with myself, not with a boy or whatever." you barked at his words, and he just stood there and smiled.
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"So," you looked at the red haired boy, "Why did you drag me into this alley, huh?" you glared at him. You were about to going back to your house, but a red haired boy—who had a name, Ryu Sikyung—dragged you to the dark alley this lovely evening.
He pulled out his candy, then he got closer to your face. "A fighter, huh? Sounds good, and plus you're a girl. Interesting." he commented, you just looked at him flatly as he commented you.
"Hey, kid." You sighed, "I have to go home, there's no time to play around with snotty brats like you. Fuck off," you gave him a disatisfied look on your face. But it didn't work, he was still stood there.
'What the fuck is he thinking right now?!' You wanted to kicked him so badly, but you won't do that since you didn't want to hurt a high schooler boy.
He grinned, "How could you forget the boy next door, unnie?"
"Huh?"
Your eyes rounded, you weren't believed this boy in front of you was Ryu Sikyung, the neighbor who used to often invite you to play with his friends. And now, he wasn't short like before, but he was tall. He was tall as fuck, you even had to look up a little to looked at him.
"What? Does unnie not like seeing me?" Sikyung snickered, "It's been a long time, isn't it, you're already an adult? Even if you're a short fighter." he said, mocked you.
An imaginary crossroad appeared on the right side of your forehead, you restrained yourself from punching him in the face with your right hand. You folded your arms in front of your chest, "Well, it's been a while. The last time we saw each other was when I was in middle school." you said calmly, still cool
You looked outside the alley, then Sikyung smiled. You looked at him again, “What?” you hissed fiercely, "I'm going to lunch. Are you coming, kid?" You offered with a little sarcasm.
"Is that okay?" Sikyung grinned.
"Shut up, just go with it."
You dragged him to come with you, you just smiled faintly at him. Didn't expect that you would meet your little friend in the middle of the day.
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You and Sikyung ate at a fairly well-known traditional Korean restaurant, you ordered meat and juice for yourself while Sikyung chose regular water. And you were the one who pay the bill later.
You cut the meat, "You still can't stand wasabi, Sikyung?" you taunted, chuckling.
"Unnie, I'm not a kid anymore, I'm in high school."
"And I'm in college. You're still a kid in my eyes."
You and Sikyung shared stories, you told about your daily life as a young female boxing athlete and also a student majoring in Korean literature.
"I heard you're going to America for your competition, unnie." said Sikyung.
You nodded, "Yes, I'm going to America. In another month," you replied.
Sikyung smiled broadly at you, "Then, I will cheer for you and accompany you while you are still in Korea. I will cheer for you too when you go to America later."
You smiled, "Okay, I will be more enthusiastic because of you."
I really likes your fic are you thinking of writing a part 4?
Here we goooo! But, sadly... this is the last part:") bcs I've test
I hope this isn't cringe one bcs this is my first time write N$FW thing
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
His Name [4]
Warning: Slightly N/SFW theme
You stared at him, and Jonggun sat beside you.
"Why are you ... why are you wanna married with me?" you asked, crossed your arms. Jonggun just silent as you asked at him, he got up from his seat, you huffed and followed him.
He took his sunglasses, his unique irises focused at you. "Because I want you, [Name]. So, don't ask that kind question to me or your father." his stoic face still there.
He took your hand and walked toward the onsen. Yeah, your father told you to had some times with him before your wedding with him, even that was in the bedroom with him ...
Jonggun was walking toward the pool filled with warm water, the fragrant smell typical of your privete onsen that you often smelled when you were still in Japan, entered your sense of smell. You were sure that Jonggun was the only one who prepared all this.
You shuddered a little, how did he know this? Well, that was your question for now.
You dipped your both feet, the warmth you felt made you relax. But, a strong hand warped around your waist, that was Jonggun. His warm breath hit the top of your head, he smelled your hair. You were unexpecting this, but you enjoyed this moment.
"I want to soak with you," you spoke, "but I'm in your lap, is that okay?"
Jonggun raised a brow, " Why ask?" he replied you. "If your guts are big, sit on my lap and soak with me." he led you to sat down. The water soaked his white kimono, his white irises stared up at you with that smirk.
"Why? Nervous? Are you don't like it, little miss?" he called you by your past nickname. His hands were roaming your waist and pulled you slowly toward him, "Don't worry, I won't bite."
You bit your lower lip in hesitation, but the hesitation went away as your Jonggun took your hand and placed it on his cheek. His eyes looked at your eyes deeply, you gulped.
"Go on, sit on my lap, [Name]. I know you want this," his tone slightly demanded you. You hadn't any choices, you sat on his lap without turn around first; you were face to face with your future husband. Jonggun smirked at your action.
"Good girl, and let your man do the rest," Jonggun kissed your forehead, your cheeks, and the last your forehead again.
You blushed, your mind was confused you didn't know what to do because of Jonggun's treatment of you.
His lips met yours, you closed your eyes and let him be the one dominating you here. His hands grabbed your waist, and caressed it slowly. His touches were making you shivered and wanted more, more, and more.
Jonggun broke the kiss, "Shall we?" he reached your cheek and kissed it. You gave him a nod, he smirked.
"I'll make this always remember my name, everywhere and everytime."
Had you thinking about how feel in the heaven? Well, for sure, you never thought it. Because you chose the earthly heaven, it was good but wrong at the same time.
"Hey, beautiful." you heard it, someone that you knew as your friend, Kim Jungoo, the only one you knew as freaky, eccentric, and many words to described him for you. Just one word, he was eccentric one.
You turned around, "What? Aren't you wanna have fun with those women, hm?" you took a sip, "Or ... You wanna drink with one of them?" you tried guess it, but you got wrong guesses.
"Wrong, I just wanna drink with my little friend here," he showed his smile that you used to see it.
You rolled your eyes, "Whatever, don't make a scene while we drink." you poured the wine into your glass, "Last time we went to drink, you attacked many men." you hissed at your word. Made him just shrugged.
"Don't blame me, Miss Genius. I just finished what they were starting with me." he poured the wine into his glass, "So, that wasn't my fault, sweety~" he said with flirty tone, and you used to with it.
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.
.
One bottle, two bottles, three, five, and many bottles of alcohol that you guys drank together. Your head felt like spinning around a bit, and Jungoo felt that, too.
"Ugh ... I fucking hate being drunk, but I like alcohol ..." you stood up, and picked your bag. " I'll go home, don't---" you felt someone grabbed your hand, it was Jungoo.
"I'll go home, too. But I wanna go to your home, dear [Name]." he planted kisses on your palm, but you pulled your hand. He never ran out of ideas to get your attention, so Jungoo tugged at your bag until you fell onto his lap, his arms wrapped around your waist.
He could smell your hair, he was into it, "Damn, why your hair always smell good?"
You raised an brow, always he said?
"What the heck?" you pushed him, but his arms still lingered on your waist.
He took off his glasses, gave you a serious look; even he was still drunk. He got closer to your ear, "Listen, you Genius. Even though you never wear perfume and only wear light make-up, I know that you use a shampoo that has a subtle scent," he smelled the aroma of your hair, "I like it, darling."
"I---" Before you finished your words, Jungoo snuggled onto your back of your neck.
"I love you," he purred, gave you a few marks on your nape.
Awkward. That you felt about this situation between you and Jonggun, but he didn't.
You sat beside him while one of his men drove the car. He looked very cold, you admitted it since you first met him at Junior High School. In your mind, his cold and silent demeanor never change, he still 'Yamazaki Yuzuru' that you knew.
"So ... uhh, why you want me to come with you? I mean, why are you want come to your Yamazaki residence?" you asked. He glanced behind his sunglasses, you knew that he throw the cold look.
He took off his sunglasses, "Your dear father want me to have business deal, because he owes me. So you will come with me." he looked at your eyes.
'These eyes still same like you were 16,' he thought, then he turned his gaze at the outside of window. The wind blew his hair, made you thought about why he didn't use pomade like he used to. But you still enjoyed the view.
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After an hour passed, you finally arrived at the Yamazaki residence. A traditional Japanese house stood firmly in place, Jonggun got out of his car, so do you walking behind him.
Jonggun stopped his track then spoke, "Walk beside me." his tone was stern and demand. You just obeyed him, you walked beside him. But, that was one thing making you surprised; he grabbed your waist and pulled you a little closer to him.
Before you protested, he spoke, "Act normally, I'm just doing this and you want to protest?" he raised an brow. He made you silent.
You two walked together toward the building, you glanced at him, found that he was still wearing flat facial expression that gave the impression of coldness.
"From now, you're always by my side," he looked at you, "that's mean you're won't be with another man." he added. As he finished his words, you couldn't help but silent in surprised.
Is he mean that you two ... engaged?
"He mean, you're engaged with him." someone chuckled, that was someone with blonde hair, and he smiled at you. "Hello there, Ojou-sama~" he greeted with a flirtatious tone.
He was Kim Jungoo.
"I thought Mr. Kenji's daughter was a bratty one, but you weren't." Jungoo commented, he analized your look from the head to toe, "You're a good one."
Confused, you just looked at the man that still had his hand around your waist. He sighed, "Why are you here?" he asked.
Jungoo shrugged, "Am I wrong to see you with this beautiful woman?" he snickered. But Jonggun didn't give a fuck about what he just said and walked with you to enter into his residence.
You turned at Junggo, then lowered your head and gestured 'sorry' to the blonde man.
Without you knew he putted his hands in his pockets, and thought. 'Perfect as the old man said.'
"Goo-kun~ You're fucking here, darl?" a woman was named Shimamura Rei walked toward him. Before he spoke, that woman punched his back, "Why you don't answer my call, huh?"
Goo rolled his eyes, "This little brat ..." he said.
"Just shut up, Goofy!"
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You gave your father a side eyes, and he just smield stiffly at you. "Honey ... Please?" his tone became softer than before. "You never be lonely again, honey. As you told me when you were teenager, you like---"
You shushed your father, "Dad?! Shut up, don't bring it up."
Your father chuckled, "Well, it's already set. All that's left is your wedding date, it's up to you where you want to get married, in Japan or in Korea," he said. Then he bowed down before Jonggun, "I beg with all my life, please protect my only daughter, she is my most precious treasure."
You widened your eyes, didn't expecting that your father bowed before Jonggun. And Jonggun just nodded, that man reached your hand. "She'll always be my side and I can protect her with my own strength," he spoke.
"She's my light, my [Name]." he whispered, almost you couldn't hear it.
OMG I LOVED YOUR GUN X READER FICCC!! MAY I REQUEST A PART 2?
Ofc! I made this part for all my readers^^
I hope you guys like it. Part one is here.
His Name [2]
It was been a week after you met him after school, he still not showed himself in the school, your school life still normal tough without him. But your head still thought about him; like "Where is he?" or "Yamazaki still alive, right?" and many questions in your head.
You walked to your school in this rainy day, it was cold, very cold. And that was why you were holding a white umbrella with your right hand.
You hummed a song while you listened to your favorite song, your eyes seems very happy in this rainy day.
You stopped at your track, your eyes were widening in surprised; you saw him. Your classmate.
"Yamazaki-kun!" you waved at him, as you waved he turned at you. He wore a black sunglasses, and he didn't wore a school uniform.
You walked toward him, "Why are you---"
"I'll never see you again for now, and you'll never see 'Yamazaki Yuzuru' again." he said, he cuts your unfinished speech. "Go to school, and be a good student there," he turned around and walked away, and you just stood and watched him leave.
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You sighed, felt the fresh air of South Korea inside your lungs. You took your smartphone for took a picture of the aesthetic alleyway you just found, but your eyes saw someone that you couldn't recognized and you just turned back and ran toward your car outside the alley.
'God, who the hell is that?!' you tried to calm yourself while drive to your boss' apartement, and turned on the music so that your mind is distracted from the figure in the alley earlier.
But, the next second you felt your smartphone rang and you picked the call. "Hello? What's up, boss?" you talked to your boss---who was your friend in the junior high school---with unformal tone and she didn't mind it after all.
"Are you want to back to the Japan with me, [Name]-chan?" She asked, the woman with style gothic lolita waited your answer. "Hurry up, or I'll go to Japan without you," she hissed.
You nodded, "Yeah, I'll go with you. In ten minutes I'll reach your place, Shimamura."
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"Hey, Shimamura." you heard her hummed, "You think that I'm still ... y'know what I'm talking about."
Shimamura Rei, she just nodded. "Yeah, my men told me that he always visited the temple, so just hope that he's there when we at there, too." she spoke after she took a sip of her drink. "Looks like someone really fall for that Yamazaki," she chuckled.
"Yak! I'm just curious, after all he's suddenly no news after all this time. What's wrong with that?" you scoffed.
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever, well after all, I can go to Japan with you," she took her bottle of alcohol. "By the way, actually you can meet him in the HNH Group, I've seen him with Choi Dongsoo's daughter." she babbled a little drunk.
You widened your eyes, "What?! Why are you didn't telling me earlier?! If you're tell me this, I'll visit that HNH Group, Shimamura Rei!" you gritted, your hand wanted to punch her face but you knew it wasn't avail, and you're also already on her private plane. You lowered your hand, and placed it on your thigh.
You mumbled something under your breath. She just chuckled at your respond.
"Aww, little cat just angwy right now?" she let out a laughed, she laughed like a kid. You just rolled your eyes.
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It was raining, you were at the temple. You were in Japan.
You stood there and prayed to God that you still gave a long live and your life was blessed by God, and your friend, stood beside you and prayed to God.
You don't know what she said in her heart, surely the woman was asking God in her prayers.
But, suddenly someone called out Rei, "Miss Rei, I think we must go to the hotel right now, because ... uhh," the guard was biting his lower his lip, and Rei raised an eyebrow.
"What? I told you to don't disturb us while we were praying." She crossed her arms, "you want us to go back at hotel because of the rain?" she asked in stern tone, she frowned.
You turned back as you finished your praying.
And here, you widened your eyes in disbelief.
You saw him, Yamazaki Yuzuru, or known as Park Jonggun. You knew this information from Rei when you were in her private plane. Jonggun was standing there while held a black umbrella in his left hand.
Rei smiled at him, "Ara~ Yamazaki-san." her tone was friendly like usually, but Jonggun just gave her a cold stared behind his sunglasses.
His gaze shifted at you, then he walked but kept his gaze at you.
Until he stopped on the front steps of the temple. "[Name]," he called you, and your heart was beating faster than usually. "Come with me."
Silence.
You just stood, and processed what did he just said. Come with him? What the hell he was talking about?
Before you protest, your phone was vibrating. "I think it's your father, [Surname] Kenji." said Jonggun.
Without thinking, you reached into your bag and took out the sophisticated flat object. Then picked up the voice call from your father. "Hello? Yeah, Dad?" you spoke in soft tone.
"Honey, maybe you're meet him, Yamazaki-kun. I know it's sudden but--- sorry ..." he was sobbing, made your mind full of question. Why your dad sound really sad? Did something happen?
Jonggun took steps toward you, and he leaned at your phone, "Yeah, it's me, [Surname] Kenji. Your daughter with her friend," you felt his breath hitting your earlobe.
You heard your father sighed, "Thank you, I hope she doesn't making you in trouble." he said.
"Don't worry, I know she's a good little one." he leaned back, and took off his sunglasses. His irises looked at yours deeply. "She isn't the troublemaker, she's a good girl."
may i request a gun x reader fic where we are the new student in the class and he's the school delinquent? Love you and your fics 🩷🩷🩷
A/N: oh, of course! And thanks^^/ I hope you like this fic of your req. Btw, I use Japanese school for the story background (Because of he was Japanese)
His Name
It was just a normal day, first day in the Tokyo and your first day in the new school. You walked in the corridor of your new school, you were told to followed your homeroom teacher.
"So, [Name]. I hope you're get along with your new friends," she smiled at you, and you smiled at her, too. You walked behind her toward the classroom, class of unique students they say. That was based on what you heard from your new homeroom teacher. And you, you didn't believe if your eyes saw that in front of you.
Walked in and you could hearing their voices are quite loud, you just smiled stiffly and your homeroom teacher clapped her hands to got their attention, "I know you guys are minding your business, but we've new student here," she turned her gaze at you; gave you chance to introduced yourself.
After a short introduced of yours, you sat down to empty desk. Your desk was beside someone who has black eyes and white pupils, you amazed by his appearance; he gave you a strong and mysterious vibes.
"Hi, what's your name?" You extended a hand to him, he just stared at you and then turned his gaze at the teacher.
"Yamazaki Yuzuru," he said briefly. You just nodded, in your head, you thought he was just a queit student. At least you were calm because your school life was very calm right now, for now.
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The bell rang, you and your classmates walked out from your class. You walked to the canteen with the other students, when you want to take a tray for your lunch, suddenly a commotion came from outside. You were the first to darted to the window to look out.
Your jaw gaped, "Yamazaki?!" you knew that was your one of your classmates. And ... his tattoo?
"What the hell?" You muttered under your breath. The students cheered the name of the youth surnamed Yamazaki who was fighting against the upperclassmen.
You raised your an eyebrow, "What do you mean? Crazy? Yamazaki?" you still confused at his statement. And that someone leaned to your ear.
"The yakuza family was scary since ancient time, including him, he was from the Yamazaki family." they said with grin. After you heard that, you locked your gaze at him. Admired him from the top floor of your school building.
Soon, your eyes met. Staring at each other, until the young man pointed at you. "That girl," he declared to the upperclassmen. And you? You were just standing confused.
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It was already afternoon, but his desk were empty since what happened earlier.
"God, I thought you were a quiet boy, but it was wrong." you muttered to yourself, your gaze still locked at his desk; imagined him sitting there and watching the blackboard while the teacher teached you.
You felt someone tapped your shoulder, you turned your eyes to someone behind you; a girl with two braided hair. "Are you not scared of him?" she asked.
"Who? Yamazaki? No, I feel that he just likes to fight, that's normal for a man who is a bit of a thug." you smiled at her. But her reaction was a surprised face.
"I hope God still give you more than one life if you get involved with Yamazaki-san," she patted your shoulder, her face looked dramatic.
You rolled your eyes, "What? I know that yakuza are terrible and scary, but why are you guys overdoing it like this, huh?" you blurted.
She sighed, "Listen, if you're die after this, I won't tell anyone that you're involved with Yamazaki-san." she confessed, but you just shrugged.
Then, the bell was rang, "Time for go home, see ya tomorrow." you stood up and picked your bag, before you stepped out you heard her told you something but you ignored her words.
You walked out of your school while you plugged your earphone and listened to your playlist.
When you were about to went home, your eyes caught someone with blood on the shirt. Your eyes widened when you saw that was "Yamazaki", you knew as your classmate.
You just stood there while your eyes locked at his back, but your eyes and his were met; you felt like dejavu. His irises was cold and your irises was warm and full of happiness.
You just sat on the bench while you waited your friend, and you sat with Na Yugyeom, a guy who couldn't spoke because of his aphasia disease caused by trauma that left an impression in his brain. But you could communicated with Yugyeom in your way, and he understand you.
You tapped his shoulder, then he turned at you. "Yugyeom, are you into fighting again?" you asked him, and he nodded slightly. You really had to open your mouth wide to communicated while you talked with him, so Yugyeom understand what you were saying through your mouth movements.
"With Kim Soohyun again?" you guessed it, and he nodded. As he nodded at your question you just cursed under your breath.
You sighed in frustrated, "I'm happy you was able to break away from Kang Seok because of Kim Soohyun, but ... you still fight a lot." you groaned, you worried at Yugyeom that he might got hurt because of the fight.
You just hope that didn't happened to Na Yugyeom.
When you turned away from him, his right hand patted your head. Immediately, you turned at him again, you saw his calm face was close to yours. You couldn't help but blushed a bit.
His arms warped around your waist, and squezed you a bit. You felt the warmth from his muscular body. You hugged him back, and patted his back, "I know I sound like a fussy mother, but I'm fucking worried if you're get injured after fight." you confessed at him.
"Promise that you won't get hurt after fight?" you seprated from his embrace, and you pointed your pinky finger at him. "Pinky promise, Yugyeom?" you asked.
He put his little finger up and held his pinky finger with your pinky finger while nodded. You smiled at him, a soft one.
You two sat down, you drinked your water while Taehoon drink his water, but he stared at you. You sighed, "Stop looking at me with those eyes, Taehoon."
"What eyes?" he shrugged, pretended he didn't stared at you earlier. But he did, he was staring at you just now. You just sighed again, and you just looked at Taehoon's friends—Hobin, Jjiksae, and Gaeul.
You could see, they were talking to the viewers. Several times you can hear people sending donations via superchat, you bet that was Taehoon's fangirls based on what you heard Hobin read the contents of the chat in the donation.
You admited that Taehoon had handsome and pretty face at the same time, so that was obivious he had many fans.
You whistled while elbowed his right arm, "Damn, man ... You've many fans. You will make a lot of money from your channel later," you chuckled. "Next time, take me when you're broadcasting live, I'm sure there will be lots of people watching." you said with serious tone but you were joking.
Suddenly, you heard Jjiksae called your name and Taehoon. "Someone ask you two, they ask about ... 'Since when can you be close friends? We didn't know that the two Taekwondo athletes were friends'. Well, what do you say?"
You curled your hair with your finger, "A long time ago, I saw a boy in the class when I was about to sleeping in the class." you answered with honestly.
"Yeah, you're a sleepyhead until now, [Name]." he commented your answer.
"A sleepyhead?"
"Oh! I once saw her sleeping straight after a competition on live television."
"She was tired after her competition that day."
"But she's still cute tough🥺"
"[Name]'s simp^"
"Just look at you, Taehoon's simp^"
You rolled your eyes, "Atleast, I didn't sleep during art class," you gritted your teeth. He just shrugged his shoulders.
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This morning, your body felt fitter than before, and your mood wass good. You went to school with a happy feeling. You hummed you favorite song while you walked.
But, you felt someone walked beside you, that was Seong Taehoon, he walked with you. You just silent and turned your head to the street.
Just you, Taehoon, and the silent morning in the street.
You took your smartphone from your pocket, then you spoke to Taehoon, "Man, I hope I can skip the history class ..." you annoyed with history class that bored you to death. "I mean, why are the girls still listening to the new teacher while listening to his babbling?!" you added.
He shrugged, "Maybe he has something that steal their attention," he replied.
"His face?"
"I think yes."
"Really? He has handsome face, but he's literly 40 years old!" you rubbed your hair, "How could they—" you groaned.
Taehoon raised an eyebrow, "I thought you're attracted to old guys, you like guys younger than you?" he snickered.
You shooked your head, "Nah, I like someone same age as me." you whistled.
"Oh yes, I like someone who often calls me 'Bookworm'," you chuckled. Your head turned toward him; he stood behind you, frozen there with an incredulous look fixed on you.
You grinned, "What? Hurry up, we have history class." you walked toward him and hold his hand. You pulled him to ran toward your school which was near. "I don't forgive you if you're make us late for our class." You giggled.
Taehoon? He just followed you as you hold his hand. He felt his heart pounded and his face warmer than usual, is it because of your action or his feeling toward you?
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