Summary: Two student council rivals gradually develop a deeper connection, realizing their rivalry was a mask for mutual affection.
wc: 1,384
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The fluorescent lights of the university library hummed, a stark contrast to the simmering tension that crackled between you and Kim Seungmin. You were hunched over a precarious stack of textbooks, your brow furrowed in concentration as you highlighted passages for your upcoming political science exam. He, naturally, had chosen the table directly across from yours, his presence an unwelcome distraction in your already stressful week.
Your rivalry with Seungmin had begun the moment you both declared your candidacy for student council president. It wasn't a malicious animosity, not initially. It was the fierce, unwavering conviction that your vision for the university was superior to his, and vice versa. Debates had turned heated, polite disagreements had morphed into pointed barbs, and a competitive spirit had solidified into a genuine, albeit grudging, dislike.
He cleared his throat, the sound deliberately loud. You refused to meet his gaze, pretending to be engrossed in a particularly dense chapter on electoral systems.
"Having trouble understanding the intricacies of power dynamics?" he drawled, a smirk evident in his voice even without you looking at him.
You finally lifted your head, your eyes narrowing. "Unlike some, Seungmin, I actually read the material instead of just relying on charm and empty promises."
A flash of annoyance crossed his usually composed features. "Empty promises? My platform is built on tangible improvements for the student body, not idealistic fantasies."
"Idealistic?" you scoffed, pushing a stray strand of hair from your face. "Wanting to make this campus more inclusive and sustainable isn't idealistic, it's necessary. Something you wouldn't understand with your focus solely on… what was it again? More vending machines?"
He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. "Improving student amenities is hardly a trivial matter. And at least my proposals are realistic and achievable."
This was your typical interaction. A constant push and pull, a battle of wits and ideologies played out in hushed library corners and crowded lecture halls. Yet, beneath the sharp edges of your words, there was an undeniable awareness of each other. You noticed the way his brow furrowed in concentration when he was truly engaged in his studies, the subtle curve of his lips when he landed a particularly clever point in a debate, the way his fingers tapped a restless rhythm against his notebook when he was deep in thought. He, you suspected, had his own observations about you – your unwavering passion, your quick intellect, the way your eyes lit up when you spoke about things you cared about.
One particularly grueling evening, the library was nearly empty. You were both wrestling with a particularly challenging essay prompt on political polarization. Frustration was mounting, and you let out a sigh that was louder than intended.
Seungmin looked up, his expression surprisingly neutral. "Stuck?"
You hesitated, your pride warring with your exhaustion. "Just… this concept is a bit convoluted."
He nodded slowly. "I get it. It's a tricky one." To your surprise, he pushed his own notes across the table. "Maybe looking at my outline will help. It's just a different way of structuring the argument."
You stared at the neatly organized points, a flicker of something unfamiliar stirring within you. "Why… why are you helping me?"
A shrug. "We're both going to be graded on this. No point in both of us failing because of one difficult concept."
You cautiously took his notes, your fingers brushing his briefly. A strange warmth spread through you. As you scanned his outline, you had to admit, his approach was insightful. He had a knack for breaking down complex ideas into digestible parts.
"This… this actually makes a lot of sense," you admitted, feeling a grudging respect bloom within you.
He offered a small, almost shy smile. "Glad it helps."
For the next hour, an unspoken truce settled between you. You discussed the essay, bouncing ideas off each other, challenging each other's assumptions in a way that felt productive rather than antagonistic. You discovered a shared passion for dissecting intricate arguments, a mutual drive for intellectual rigor that had been overshadowed by your political rivalry.
As the library lights began to dim, signaling closing time, you gathered your belongings. You handed back his notes. "Thank you, Seungmin. Really."
"Yeah," he replied, his gaze lingering on yours for a moment longer than necessary. "Maybe… maybe we could do this again sometime? Just… for study purposes, of course."
A small smile played on your lips. "Of course."
The study sessions became a regular occurrence. You found yourselves seeking each other out in the library, the initial awkwardness dissolving into comfortable camaraderie. You still debated, your political views often clashing, but now there was a layer of understanding, a willingness to see the other's perspective. You learned about his pragmatic approach to problem-solving, his quiet dedication to the causes he believed in. He, in turn, seemed to appreciate your passionate idealism, your unwavering commitment to your principles.
One rainy afternoon, you were both huddled under the shelter of a bus stop after a particularly long study session. The conversation had drifted from political theory to more personal topics – your anxieties about the future, his dreams of making a tangible difference in the world.
"You know," he said, his voice soft against the drumming rain, "for someone who constantly argues against my every point, you're actually… surprisingly easy to talk to."
A warmth spread through your chest. "The feeling's mutual, Seungmin. Despite your… unwavering belief in the superiority of vending machines."
He chuckled, a genuine, unguarded sound that sent a shiver down your spine. "Hey, a well-placed snack can solve a lot of problems."
You laughed, the sound blending with the rain. An unexpected silence fell between you, a silence that felt different from the tense ones you used to share. It was charged, expectant. You glanced at him, and he was already looking at you, his eyes holding a depth you hadn't noticed before.
The animosity that had once defined your interactions had slowly, almost imperceptibly, transformed into something else. The competitive fire hadn't completely extinguished, but it had been banked, replaced by a flickering ember of mutual respect, admiration, and now, something undeniably more.
He reached out, his hand gently brushing against yours. A jolt of electricity shot through you. You didn't pull away.
"You know," he said, his voice barely a whisper, "maybe our initial… disagreements… were just a way of masking… something else."
Your heart pounded in your chest. You met his gaze, your own emotions reflected in his dark eyes. The rain continued to fall, washing away the last vestiges of your animosity, leaving behind a raw, undeniable connection.
"Maybe," you breathed, your fingers intertwining with his. The enemy across the table was no longer an adversary. He was something far more complicated, far more intriguing. And as you stood there, hand in hand, under the shelter of the bus stop, you knew this was just the beginning of a completely different kind of feeling. Not hate, but more so love.
summary: you’ve been best friends with chan for a while and you both developed feelings for each but you guys are in a situationship where you want more but he’s not sure if he’s ready for more..
(I don’t think I would recommend reading if you are in a situationship and it isn’t going well!)
wc: 754
warnings: angst, slight fluff at the end
Chan invited you over to his place for a movie night that you guys have been planning for a while to do on both your off days. You didn’t bother to knock on the door, you had keys to his place.
“Gosh, I forgot I gave you the keys to my place. I thought you were a robber! Seriously, I think you should give me a heads-up next time.” Chan chuckled lightly while flipping through movies to find one you’d both like.
“You’re the one who gave me the keys. And no, I wouldn’t give you a heads up I kinda also live here because I’m always here most of the time.” You replied kicking your shoes off by the door mat setting down your things and sitting next to him on the couch.
“Found anything?” You ask. “Nope, still searching. I got popcorn earlier, it’s in the cabinet can you warm it up for me while you wait?” You nodded in response and got up to warm up the popcorn.
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Cuddling up on the couch after finding a movie to watch, you weren’t really paying attention to it. Not because it was shitty which it totally wasn’t but something in your mind just had to tell you to finally give in your feelings and speak your mind of what you always planned to say. But you didn’t say anything and kept an eye on the movie and on Chan.
“What? Is the movie not good that you keep staring at me like you wanna strangle me to death until I find a movie?” Chan said looking into your eyes. You didn’t notice that he caught your eye and realized you were staring at him way too long at that moment.
“Chan, you love me right?” You finally spoke, “I wouldn’t say love but I like you, why?” He had a slightly confused expression on his face while still looking into your eyes like they were the only thing that mattered.
“I want more than this kinda situationship we have. I like you and you like me why can’t we be official?” Chan looked away after you said that and spoke while looking at the movie still playing in the kinda serious moment.
“I- I told you, I don’t know if I can have more…” Chan sighed still looking away from you trying to clear his thoughts. You kept looking at him though to try to find answers in his cold expression with a hint of sadness. “Chan, I’m so tired of acting like I can live with this problem going on.. can’t we just try? What are you so scared of?” You put a hand on Chan’s shoulder to try to comfort him in a friendly way.
“Y/n, I love that I like you, but I don’t wanna love. And I don’t want any more than that. Please just try to understand.” He finally looked up at you, his expression truly showing various hints of sadness in his eyes and frown.
Your mouth opened to speak but instantly closed for not knowing what to say at Chan’s response. At that moment you were speechless. “I just want you to know that I still like you as a friend and as something more, but I just can’t explain it because I’m scared to have more.” Chan finally spoke, reassuring to now make it seem like he didn’t have any love for you at all.
“I- I don’t know what to say..” You look down at the floor feeling a bit of sadness in your mood, chan almost instantly cupped your face and tilted your head up to look back at him. “You don’t have to say anything, I don’t wanna make this worse than what it already is.”
There was no more talking after that leaving you both in silence only getting interrupted by the movie still playing in the background. “How about this? Let’s just continue watching the movie and I’ll take you to dinner next week, my treat. How does that sound?” Chan smiled softly at you, you couldn’t help but smile softly back.
Dinner did sound nice especially when he was gonna pay for it. “That sounds nice.” You looked up at him in that moment. “That’s my girl” Chan spoke. “Now, let’s finish watching this shitty movie and order takeout later” Chan finished speaking and finally lays back down on the couch bringing you down with him to lay on his chest while softly running his fingers through your hair.
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Journey’s note: I kinda don’t like how I ended this but I hope it’s good enough!
thinking about nerdy!hanji who has to ramble about his interests when he bottoms out so he doesn’t cum immediately
“f-fuck, so tight.” He whines as his cock presses into your deepest spots. Your eyes flutter shut as he whimpers and whines into your neck. “do you remember th-the game I was telling you about, baby?” He asks, his breath is shaky and his hips are completely still. You nod, not even listening to what he was saying.
“hanji, please. need you to move.” You pushed your hips onto his, trying to get any friction you could. “babybabybaby, holy shit. c-can’t move yet, i’ll cum if I do.” His eyes closed in pleasure as his hands ran along the sides of your stomach.
You whined, displeased at the fact that he couldn’t fuck you properly, yet. “s-so yeah, the game— it, uh, got an update and I, yeah, it’s really—“ he continued to talk, small sighs falling from his lips as he talked. You clamped down on him as he talked, something so domestic about the moment, that it made you hornier than you already were.
“y/n,” he whispered your name breathlessly, trying to keep his composure. “k-keep talking while you fuck me, hanji. need it bad.” you moaned, your hand coming up to cup his face. he sighed and nodded frantically, his hips beginning to rock into yours slowly.
“I also found this, uh, new a-anime. It’s so, shit, good. you’d really like it, baby.” he continued on, his pace growing faster with every movement. pornographic whimpers fell from his mouth as he talked. “It’s about this g-guy, and he, oh my god, h-he finds this magic thing..” his hips stuttered as he fell silent. “g’na cum, ‘m so close, y/n.” he whined, as if asking you for permission.
“together, please. wanna cum with you.” you said, lifting your head up to place a messy kiss on his lips. he nodded, his eyes squeezed together as he tried keep himself from cumming. “oh, baby, fuckfuckfuck!” you moaned as your orgasm ripped through your body. “mm, me too,” he whined. he littered kisses all over your chest as he released inside of you, a loud moan falling from his lips that were now covered in drool.
he fell onto the bed, right beside you, and smiled at you sleepily. “sorry I talked about lame stuff,” he said with a pout. you giggled at him and kissed his cheek, scooting closer to him. “I loved every second of it.”
rough sex, unprotected sex (that’s a big no!), creampie, breeding, spanking, fingering, squirting , car sex, word use of slut in link, daddy kink, car sex, overstimulation (let me know if I missed anything!)
Bangchan
Link one
Chan loves it when you take control riding him like there’s no tomorrow
Link two
After coming home to the studio all Chan wants to do is fuck all his frustration out on you from being stressed
Link three
Your punishment for teasing him in public
Lee Minho
Link one
He loves how your ass behaves so well when he takes you from behind, he can’t help but cum all over your ass.
Link two
Hard sex in the morning
Link three
Minho’s favourite thing to do to you when coming back home from the studio
Seo Changbin
Link one
He can’t help but be a munch, your taste is literally the best
Link two
Lazy morning sex
Link three
Giving him head in the car
Hwang Hyunjin
Link one
He loves when you ride him, especially when he can be able to make out with your tits
