junhoe college au // bad guy (4/?)
The loud thunder was roaring. You looked up and saw dark clouds spreading in the night sky, threatening to spill its contents any moment now.
You felt Junhoe’s motorcycle speed up, obviously trying to reach the destination before rain starts to pour.
You started seeing a familiar neighbourhood and you’re quite impressed at how Junhoe managed to know your place just by giving him your address.
But then again, maybe you shouldn’t be quick in giving out your address right? Especially to boys.
You realise it late though, Junhoe already heading towards a road leading to your address, when you thought that you should’ve just asked him to drop you off three blocks away from your place.
Once again, you failed to notice your arrival due to the fact that you were drowned in your own thoughts.
“Hey, is this the right place?” Junhoe asks again, a little bit louder this time in an annoyed tone.
Or maybe that’s just how the way he speaks.
“Huh? Oh, yeah. This is it. Well thanks fo-“ before you could even finish your sentence, the rain stared to pour, drenching the both of you in just mere seconds.
Junhoe swiftly puts on his helmet again and was about to ride his motorcycle but you stopped him.
“What in the hell are you doing?!” You screamed at him.
“Jesus, are you blind? I’m going home of course!” He screams back.
“In this kind of weather?!! The road is slippery and it will be dangerous for you to drive!” You say, “come inside and wait for the rain to stop!”
It seemed like Junhoe didn’t hear you because he remained standing there, until you called him out again, motioning for him to enter your apartment.
“I’m home.” You said to nobody, a habit you’ve never learned to quit even though you started living alone two years ago.
You felt Junhoe’s figure following you so you turned around to face him, which was probably a bad idea,
Because he looked so fucking hot with his hair wet from the rain, the water dripping from his face down to his neck, his shirt sticking on his body outlining his perfectly toned abs.
You took a deep breath and silently wished that he didn’t notice all that staring.
“Wait here, I’ll get you some towel.”
When you returned, Junhoe was still standing there at your doorstep, looking like a lost baby, except that he was holding a helmet.
“Why are you just standing there? Remove your shoes and come inside.” You say in a calm manner.
I guess the fact that this is your place helps you deal with the situation rationally. You felt safe and warm, even though a guy you barely know is in your living roam, soaked in the rain.
Junhoe choose to sit down at a wooden stool, how thoughtful you thought, he must have not wanted to soak your sofa as well.
He then proceeded to dry his hair and holy fuck how the hell is he doing that in such a sexy manner?!
Is ‘looking good while drying yourself’ part of the basketball team’s training?
“Hey.. I’m just gonna take a quick shower. I’ll also find you some dry clothes to change into.” You say and Junhoe just nods in reply.
You take a shower as fast as possible, and chose your least revealing outfit to wear. Damn it, why are all your clothes shorts and tank tops?
You glanced at your laundry basket and saw your oversized shirts and pyjamas. Of course, they have to be dirty at this moment.
You had no choice but to wear a short and a tank top, and you grabbed one of your jackets in an attempt to cover yourself more.
You also got that extra large PE uniform you ordered by mistake during your first year. You knew it would come in handy one day.
“Here. It’s the only thing I can find,” you say as you hand Junhoe the clothing.
“You can take a shower at the bathroom next to the kitchen or you can just change. Just get out of those wet clothes or else you’ll catch a cold.”
Junhoe takes the clothes from your hand and stood up from his seat, as he silently makes his way to the bathroom.
He’s become unbelievably quiet since he got here, but you decided to just brush it off.
As you wait for Junhoe, you started to boil water for some lemon tea, you read that it prevents cold symptoms.
“Hey, do you have some paper bag I can put my wet clothes into?”
Your heart slightly jumps at the sound of his voice. “Yeah, wait a minute.” You say, rushing to your room to get him a bag.
You hand a paper bag to Junhoe without a word.
“I got you a hanger as well. Figured you could just hang your leather jacket for a while.. that dries up fast anyway. But, uh, only if you want to.” You start to stutter but Junhoe just takes it from your hands and did what you said.
The kettle then makes a shrill noise, breaking the deafening silence between the two of you.
You grab two mugs and stared preparing the tea. It was still awfully quiet, the only sound you can hear was the clinking of the mugs and utensils and you closing your kitchen drawers.
“Here.” You place the mug in front of him. Junhoe mumbles a quick “thanks” before drinking it.
When you woke up this morning, you definitely didn’t think you would be in this position right now. It seemed like everything that happened today was straight up from a K drama. Him picking you up after class to eat dinner, riding his motorcycle, and now him sitting in your kitchen with only the counter separating the two of you.
“You know you shouldn’t just let strangers come into your place.” He speaks, finally saying something more than one word since he stepped inside your apartment.
“I know. It’s really scary nowadays. But you’re not a stranger anyway.” You reply, sipping your tea.
“Are you not afraid of me?” He asks as he look at you with his dark eyes - those eyes which feels like its staring at your soul, not in a bad way, but in a ‘I can totally read whats on your mind’ way.
“Why would I be afraid of you?”
He raises his eyebrows at that, as if he knows you’re not completely telling the truth.
“Okay fine..” you give up. “I was scared of you.” “At first.” You quickly added.
“Especially when we first met. In my defense, you did looked beaten up. But.. after our second encounter, I realised maybe you weren’t so bad after all. I mean, you won’t help me deal with my asshole ex if you’re a bad guy.”
“Hey.. the rain looks like it won’t stop soon.” You begin to say. “You can crash on my couch for a bit. I’ll get you some blanket. I just really have to do my essay now.”
Junhoe goes back to your living room, now choosing to sit in your couch. You come back holding a blanket for him.
“You can watch the TV if you want. Water and some snacks on the fridge if you get hungry. I’ll just be in my room doing my work.” You say to him before completely drowning yourself in school works.
The ringing sound of your alarm wakes you up, you reached for your phone with one eye closed to turn it off.
“Shit!” You sit up quickly as you discover that there’s only 45 minutes left before your first class starts.
You suddenly remember the events that occured last night, it was around 3AM when you finished writing your essay and... Junhoe!
You immediately went out to the living room only to find it empty. The only thing that’s left was a half full glass and short note scribbled in a small piece of paper.
“Thanks for letting me crash. Don’t let any guy come inside your apartment again.”
You chuckle at his letter and headed to the kitchen to place the glass in the sink.
There you found his leather jacket, hanging at one of the handles of your kitchen cabinet.
“He must’ve forgot about it.” You reached for his letter jacket and went on to get ready for another day.
“Hey!” You called out to one of your classmates, a member of the school publication, as your class ended.
“Do you know what time does the basketball team’s practice start?” You ask.
“Yeah. It starts in around fifteen minutes. Why?”
“Just.. gotta talk to someone there.”
“You asked me about him before remember?” She says, and you flashed back to the day you asked around about him after your first encounter.
“You better be careful. I’m telling you, that’s guy’s trouble.” She warns.
“Thanks.” was all you could reply.
You collect your things and made your way to the gymnasium, not a single worry in your mind despite your friend’s warning.
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