Pairing: Yeosang x Female reader
Word count: 11k
Genre: enemies to lovers, smut
Warnings: angst, eventual smut, explicit sex, fingering, fluffy-ish hopefully
Anonymous said: Since you have no yeosang smuts written yet I wanna be the first one to request a yeosang smut where its like for enemies to lovers ;)
Another anonymous said: hello love!! just wanna say thank you sm for blessing us with your work :’) i keep going back to read IWTYWLM bc your writing is so engaging and the story feels so real 😩 also i peeped that ur doing requests, and if you can write something with yeosang that would just be…*chef’s kiss* hope you have a great day 🤩💖
A/N: I did say my next thing would be less emotionally taxing and kinda more vanilla. This is the longest thing I’ve written so far so granted I feel very insecure about it though I really enjoyed writing it. It’s kinda more talky and more character-y, it also has two POV characters which is a first for me but I hope I did it well and you still enjoy it ! I shall hide in a corner now 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖 I proofread it but I write kinda sporadically where I start writing a scene then I jump to the next one then the next one then go back and finish a previous one so I hope to fuck I didn’t leave anything unfinished.
Life has a way of righting its wrongs.
Saving up enough money so you could move to Seoul for exactly two years was exciting. Tough, but exciting. Saying goodbye to your family was bittersweet. The plane ride to Korea was long and exhausting, the taxi you took to your apartment was slow, and the first night in the nearly empty flat with only a mattress on the ground and a few boxes scattered around the place that kept your stuff from being on the floor was… special.
Two years, you had. Two years to work hard, to live humbly so you can restock your savings account, to experience as much as you could of a new country, a different culture, to reap the fruits of your previous labour, and of course to make even more fruit.
The fruit being money. You had two years to make a lot of money, basically.
Someone is always looking for an English teacher in Seoul and the more fluent you are in Korean the better positions you can get. You happened to be specifically sought after even by bigger agencies and even companies who looked for someone to tutor their employees in order to successfully establish and maintain international relations or whatever.
You happened to end up at a music label or an entertainment company as they called themselves, and your job was to tutor eight of the most difficult student you’d ever had.
To be fair, not all eight of them were so difficult. A few of them were easier to work with than others, Hongjoong, Wooyoung, and San namely, who did a lot of studying in their free time and consumed a lot of content in English. There were days when they were unfocused and you couldn’t get them to answer a question if their own life depended on it but overall your lessons with them were successful.
The most confident of the eight were definitely Yunho and Mingi. What they were confident about you wouldn’t know since they got nearly everything wrong all the time but they were enthusiastic at least. The youngest of the bunch, Jongho was fully aware of how badly he was doing and it frustrated him to no end which led to more failures which led to more frustrations; a teacher’s nightmare seeing as there has to be something positive to give positive feedback about.
On the other end of the age scale was Park Seonghwa who was so quiet during your lessons you weren’t sure if he even understood your Korean. He opened up slowly but his lack of confidence was just as big of an obstacle as an actual brick wall between the two of you would’ve been.
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