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ask: hi!! can i pls get an event matchup for enha please? my name is morosis!! for my personality,, i’m an isfj who places too much importance on friends and academics- i’m a lot more on the bubbly side, and i’m generally a very talkative and happy person! in a relationship, i want someone who makes me comfortable and good with words of affirmation- a male would be best! i’m always watching kdramas and listening to music, and i really like boba! i have brown, mid length hair, with big brown eyes and im 5'0". my favorite songs atm are in my dreams- red velvet, bambi- baekhyun, and ghosting- txt!! thank u sm, have a great day!!
“are you sure you can stay here on your own?” you looked at the boy, who was standing in line at the cafe to get the boba for you two. you were gonna go back to the car because your legs were tired, but you didn’t want to leave jungwon on his own.
“you’ll be with me! i don’t feel lonely just by looking at you,” he teased, wiggling your photo on the back of his phone in your face. you rolled your eyes, pushing the phone away playfully. “go rest,” he said, smiling.
+ pairing: park sunghoon x female reader + genre: angst, fluff, classmates to lovers, impliedfake-dating,implied unrequited love, high school!au, hearthrob!sunghoon, best friend!jake + warnings: none + word count: 0.8k + requested as part of my Drabble Event #2 + summary: Sunghoon might have stolen your heart with his perfection, but you had also stolen his heart, even if you were unaware of it. + lia’s note: Hello, how are you today? When I tell you this drabble has my heart, it’s because it does. I am very happy with it and I hope you enjoy it as well! Please, like/reblog this if you enjoy reading it and let me know your thoughts through an ask if you feel like it; I am always appreciative of your feedback! As always, happy reading!
“You’re doing it again.” Jake rolled his eyes as you stared at the mirror inside your locker, checking your makeup. “Y/N, you look fine. Any more mascara and I’m afraid your lashes will touch the ceiling.”
You turned around and glared at him, pulling the books he was carrying for you out of his arms. He sighed and leaned away from the locker behind him, messing up his hair. Jake kept staring at you for a while as you packed your belongings inside your locker, picking up the books for your next class. When you were done, you closed it and smiled at your friend, a gesture he reciprocated.
“You do look pretty. You look pretty every day, not just today. It’s just that I-”
At the end of the hallway, a group of students disturbed the peace with bright smiles and happy cheers, high fiving everyone they knew on their way to class. Your eyes landed on the one leading the group, and you couldn’t help but smile at him. That was the Park Sunghoon effect. No one resisted his charms. Not even you.
Sunghoon was everything you looked for in a guy. Besides his good looks, he was an extremely kind and caring person who also had good grades. Other girls described him as mister perfect, and you were almost sure you would start using that title as well. What wasn’t there to like, appreciate or love about him? In theory, Sunghoon could be considered perfect.
When his arms wrapped around a girl’s shoulders and he kissed her cheek, your heart sank in your chest and suddenly, you came back to reality. Perfection wasn’t a part of your world. You could stare all you wanted at Sunghoon, you could admire him from afar, you could even exchange a few words in class, but that was about it. He rarely took more than two seconds to look at you.
If perfection existed, the two of you would be together. If perfection was real, he would be the one you would call boyfriend. If perfection existed, he would be eager to get to know you the same way you were excited to get to know him.
But alas, perfection doesn’t exist. And the fake scenarios in your hand would be just that. Fake.
“Why isn’t he into me?” You said under your breath as he strolled down the corridor with his girlfriend, kissing her cheek softly when he passed in front of you. It felt like the universe was punishing you. “What am I missing?”
You gulped and under Jake’s attentive gaze, you started to make your way to your next class, your eyes staring down at your feet. After a while, Jake wrapped his arm around your shoulders and patted it softly, making you look at him. He offered you a kind smile.
“It’s his loss that he doesn’t see what’s right in front of him.” He booped your nose and the two of you stopped in front of your classroom. “You’re great, Y/N. And I… I hope someday you’ll fall in love with someone who appreciates you deeply for who you are. Someone that doesn’t make you feel like you’re lacking something. Because you’re whole on your own. And pretty great too.” He cleared his throat and shrugged, fixing the bag on his shoulder and shoving his hands in the pockets of his jeans. “Maybe a little bit annoying. Oh, and you complain a lot too.” At this, you rolled your eyes and pushed him away from you, making him giggle slightly. “Okay, fine. Fine! I’ll walk you home after classes?”
You fixed your jacket and nodded, giving him a thumbs-up.
“Can we stop by the ice cream shop on our way home? I’ll pay for yours!”
“Sure.” He waved at you and started to walk towards the stairs, climbing them two steps at a time.
When he was out of your sight, you took a deep breath, thankful that you had someone like Jake in your life. He was the best friend you could ever ask for and he always knew how to lighten up the mood when you were feeling sad.
As you entered the classroom, you scanned the different tables to try and see who was missing. When your eyes landed on Sunghoon, you forced out a smile his way that he didn’t reciprocate. Instead, he looked away from you and focused on his notebook in front of him, a sad look in his eyes you couldn’t ignore.
Still, you wouldn’t ask him about it. You would wonder about the source of his sadness for the remainder of the class, trying to think of ways to cheer him up, completely oblivious to the fact that you were the source of all the pain he carried right now.
After all, how could Sunghoon admit his feelings for you when what you had with Jake was simply too perfect for him to ruin?
⌗— SYNOPSIS you had a somewhat interesting life. for one, you were attached to the hip to jake sim, your best friend as well as a known heartthrob at your uni. though notorious for his player reputation, he was the sweetest to you and treated you like no other— but he was also the root of many of your problems.
⌗—SYNOPSIS you had a somewhat interesting life. for one, you were attached to the hip to jake sim, your best friend as well as a known heartthrob at your uni. though notorious for his player reputation, he was the sweetest to you and treated you like no other— but he was also the root of many of your problems.
⌗—SYNOPSIS you had a somewhat interesting life. for one, you were attached to the hip to jake sim, your best friend as well as a known heartthrob at your uni. though notorious for his player reputation, he was the sweetest to you and treated you like no other— but he was also the root of many of your problems.
synopsis: heeseung and y/n - two victims of a mutual skinny love. too shyegoistical to confess, too similar to one another. but what happens when she secretly takes a liking to her bestfriend’s closest friend, jay?
PRECIS. lee heeseung is the handsome yet good for nothing mysterious boy living a floor below you, who dropped out of college and is living quite a lavish life. when you get fired from your job, ending up struggling to make your ends meet and failing to pay the rent, heeseung offers you rather an eccentric proposal : pay the rent or be his girlfriend.
NOTE. lmao this chapter alone made me make this smau skskks
PRECIS. the chances of you confessing to your crush sums to zero when you realise you have to pretend to have a crush on sunghoon, just to help your friend hide her feelings for the ice prince.
or, alternatively, in which you borrow an eraser from your friend, yi kyeong, which has sunghoon’s name written on it ( or so you think ) so, when the mentioned boy sees it, you have no other choice but to lie that you have a crush on him to avoid disclosing your friend’s secret.
GENRE. humour, fluff, angst if you squint hard enough, coming of age
after much consideration, you’ve reached the conclusion that you haven’t fallen for sunghoon. your heart is skipping beats because of arrhythmia and you’re persuading your mom to get you an appointment.
you simply can’tfall for sunghoon. he’s way out of your league ( see, you’re not shy to admit that ) besides, you don’t know each other. you don’t know about him but to you, sunghoon is just an ideal classmate, or a close acquaintance, or simply a friend, at most. moreover, here comes the best friend’s code : you can’t crush on your best friend’s crush, let alone date. you sleep with your guilt plagued mind everyday, knowing you and sunghoon are in ‘love’ behind your best friend’s back.
“yn,” you feel a push towards your shoulders, driving you out of your thoughts to find sunoo looking at you with concern written all over his face. “what are you thinking?”
you shake your head. “nothing,” another lie. well, you’ve been lying a lot recently. you don’t remember creating high walls of lies around you in just a few days, with only sunghoon knowing the way in, but again he’s looking at another lie you’ve made him believe.
“take a break if you need to. the play will start in a few minutes,” right, the play. you’re excited to see sunghoon and kyeong steal the show. you’re dying to see them receive best actors award for the night. you’re dying to have the annual school magazine print their picture on the front page. you’re excited for them, or so you tell yourself.
it’s embarrassing to know that somewhere inside, you feel a little bitter about the whole crew picking sunghoon without any recrutionary procedure. you don’t think he’s a bad actor, god, you can never. you haven’t seen him act but there’s nothing that boy can’t do. there’s a rumour spinning about how his mother was one of the best actors in Seoul’s best theatre crew. though, you don’t know how much of it is true.
but, that’s beyond the point. you don’t need to find his family history to know that he’s talented in all aspects. it’s crazy how similar sunghoon and yi kyeong are. you’re about to discard all those thoughts and continue with the procedure until you hear the commotion in the hallway.
“we have— oh my god, yn, thank god you’re here.” jake takes a breath of relief, walking towards you with a hopeful stare. “sunghoon has sprained his leg, we need a replacement.”
now, that isn’t the issue you want to deal with around ten minutes before the play. “what am i supposed to do about it?”
“do you know someone who can fit the role?” he questions further.
you’d be lying if you say you’re actually thinking of someone as a replacement, for your brain is too busy worrying about sunghoon as his injury. call it the godsent timing, because just then, your eyes fall upon the boy standing across the room. “how about seonghwa?”
“what? who, me? no,” he declines with an awkward laugh. “i have terrible stage fear. i’m sure no one wants to see a prince charming with overflowing anxiety.” yeah no, he’s right. besides, yi kyeong will be upset to know that not only she’s working with a substitute prince charming, but also, he has chronic anxiety.
“but they want a handsome prince charming.” jake isn’t half wrong either. they never held auditions for prince charming, proceeding to pick sunghoon as if the rest of the population is a joke. hence, the audience doesn’t care about skills, but rather, the looks. “just practise your scenes. we’ll pre-record your lines and schedule the play as the closing show.”
jake turns to look at you. “yn, can you please—”
“i’m sorry, do you know where sunghoon is?” the question falls off your lips almost immediately, without giving him any chance to speak. you hear something along the lines of ‘school backyard’ as a responseand sprint as if it’s the race for your life.
it’s basic human decency, you presume. had it been someone else, someone you haven’t even seen, you would still run, almost tripping and bumping into people. you would still grab a bunch of bandages and relief sprays from the medkit in the staff room if this were about someone else. it’s not just sunghoon, you tell yourself. he’s not special, especially to you.
“geez, did you forget to walk to something?” you snicker as soon as you spot him sitting by the stairs, browsing through what looked like twitter at the slight glance you managed to steal.
sunghoon chuckles, stuffing his phone inside the pocket of his padded coat. “you look tired.”
“yeah, i ran from the other side of the school and almost tripped thrice on my way here.” you feel him snicker at the irritation in your voice while you take a look at his ankles and start dressing— by the way, you notice that he has pretty toenails; and after recalling how pretty his fingers look, it makes you wonder if he gets his mani-pedi done every week or so. “gosh, do teachers know that their favourite student can’t even walk to save his life?”
“are you worri—”
“of course, i am!” and then a pause; sunghoon flaunts a taunting smirk in your direction and you realise how punchable his face looks. “i mean, anyonewould be worried. what if it’s a fracture instead? they treat you like a national treasure, everyone will go crazy.”
you’re not wrong.
everyone in the school, or even outside the institutional premises if possible, treasures sunghoon more than their lives. you still remember the day minhee took the blame on her after sunghoon accidently broke the principal’s bonsai, only for him to thank her by saying that she’s like his younger sister. long story short, there are numerous tales about people vouching for him and what not— it’s exhausting. the point is how big of a breaking news it would be when his ‘fans’ will know that sunghoon hurt himself and won’t be attending school for the next couple of days, probably. you wonder if people will still watch the play once they know that their beloved sunghoon isn’t the male lead anymore.
“how long do you think it’ll take to heal?” it’s an attempt to strike a conversation and you’re glad sunghoon took the initiative. you were starting to feel embarrassed with his ankles in your hand.
“hm, three days? or four? maybe a weak? depends on how well you’re taking care of yourself.”
“four days,” another pause, he tends to think before tapping on your shoulder, making you look up at him. “do you want to go on a date with me?”
it’s like you’ve experienced culture shock. “what?”
“what? we have one due from the last time,” he smirks again, and you realise that he has been smirking a lot late. it’s beyond extents and makes you want to wipe that smirk off his face. “so, do you want to, you know, four days later?”
it’s back, the arrhythmia. you seriously need to get yourself checked before cardiac arrest knocks on your door. oh, and you’d love to punch his good for nothing handsome face but you don’t, maybe because he’s injured. after all, how is a man supposed to live with a broken leg and nose?
“looks like you’ve hit your head too.” you stand up, handing him the remaining bandages before storming off the venue. little did you know that your cheek started heating up the moment you looked into his eyes.
“hey, you didn’t give me an answer!” and you don’t want to either. you walk away, assuming someone would come and assist him to the main building because if you stay next to him for another second, you’ll go crazy. you absolutely hate coming to terms with your feelings but maybe, maybe you do have slight infatuation with sunghoon; and maybe, you need to get onto it with kyeong before it’s too late.
.
.
.
“and the last scene? i was screaming internally—”
“can we talk?” you interrupt kyeong, partly because your ears will bleed if you heard another word about how ecstatic acting with seonghwa was and partly because you actuallywant to talk.
she stops, slight nervousness settling on her face. “yeah, sure.”
“about your crush,” it’s just three words and you’re already willing to leave the conversation taking place on your own accord. “okay, all i’m saying is that i like him too. i’m sorry, please don’t be mad.”
and then you hear her laugh, out of everything. a part of you wants to scream because you just disclosed an important info, something you don’t even want to acknowledge yourself, and she’s laughing. moreover, it’s about the love of her life. your friendship is at stake and she’s laughing. perhaps you have a broken humour for not getting the joke.
“why would i be mad?” you blink, wondering if you heard her right. not like you were expecting her to go off and beat you in the middle of the street at 9 pm, but there’s always a chance. “i don’t think i have a chance with him either way. so, i’ll just root for you.”
this is why you think sunghoon and yi kyeong are perfect for each other. they both are nice, literal saints, embodiments of kindness, not a vile cell inside of them. as for you, you had your sibling’s snack last evening and stepped on your mom’s foot while running away across the household. you don’t think sunghoon has even stepped on an ant. instead, he seems the type to help them navigate or something.
“i feel bad now that you’re giving up,” you confess, and it’s true. probably the truest truth you’ve said so far. you feel frustration pent up inside you, threatening to overflow any second. “why did i have to fall for sunghoon out of all the people?!”
“wait, sunghoon?” kyeong asks, dumbfounded, or rather, confused.
“yes, we’re talking about sunghoon, right?” okay, you don’t have a good feeling about the direction this conversation is heading towards.
“no?” she clarifies and the look on your face morphs into visible panic. “i don’t like sunghoon.”
“what?” you yell, turning a few passing heads towards you. however, you pay them no mind. “i thought you liked sunghoon because of the name on your eraser. p-s-h, park sunghoon, it makes sense!”
kyeong shakes her head in denial. “no, it’s p-s-h, park seonghwa. i like seonghwa and not sunghoon!”
an awkward pause follows. it’s a mess inside your head. you abso-fucking-lutely can’t believe the way you misunderstood the whole situation, and got yourself into a problem with seemingly no way out. you could’ve asked her about the eraser but you didn’t, proceeding to make your own assumptions and ending up in an even bigger issue.
yi kyeong gasps, pulling you out of your thoughts. “oh my god, then you have a crush on sunghoon?” that phrase doesn’t surprise you anymore. “i thought you liked sunoo.”
maybe, that surprises you a bit. you remember fawning over sunoo, thinking about him all day, reading and re-reading your conversations with him. being with sunoo has always been the highlight of your day, yet you don’t recall thinking about him ever since sunghoon walked into your life. you didn’t seem to mind when sunoo hung out with other people but you feel as if you have a knife by your neck whenever you spot sunghoon with others.
you simply don’t know what’s happening to you. “yeah, uh, surprise?” and this isn’t the time to laugh but you do, trying to lighten the burden on your shoulders. “i’m not really sure if i like sunghoon yet.” liar, you are. you may deny it till the end of the time but you know you’re falling for sunghoon; slowly and gradually, but you are.
“didn’t you just say you like sunghoon, though?” she smirks as if she can see through the lies you tell yourself. “well, whatever. at least, we don’t have to be love rivals.” yeah, maybe there’s onegood thing about this whole situation. imagine having a crush on your best friend’s crush, embarrassing. but again, being in this situation built over misunderstandings is even more embarrassing, it’s eating you out.
at this point, you don’t even care about you, or your so-called reputation if someone discloses this whole thing to the public. you don’t care about sunoo, nor do you give two flying fucks to your seemingly dead feelings for him. you only have one thing on your mind : park sunghoon.
it isn’t about how you feel towards him. you’re still in the maybestage. perhaps, you don’t like sunghoon and this is just your fatigued brain coming up with bizzare conclusions. you remember falling for sunghoon the day he walked you home. however, the next day, you were back to normal. you didn’t remember shit about butterflies and zoos. perhaps, it’s the same this time as well. so, you don’t care about your feelings, but you can’t seem to ignore how he feels towards you.
to sunghoon, who doesn’t have any idea about the truth lying within, every second of this is true. every moment, every step, every word, every touch, every gaze, every smile, everything. he thinks you like him. no, actually, he’s convinced that you like him. and sunghoon being the kindest person on earth is trying his best to like you back, to know you beyondeveryone else’s perception of who you are. he greets you every morning over texts and bids you good night. he asks if you’re doing okay, if you need help with assignments, if you’re down for an evening stroll— he’s giving hiseverything; and you always turn his advances down, never daring to cross the wall you’ve created between you and him.
sunghoon takes one step towards you, and you take four away from him.
kyeong bids her goodbyes at the intersection from where you both have opposite ways home. you had planned to spend the night at her place, only for your mother to refuse, saying she has a few things she needs to talk to you about. you halt at the intersection, staring and sighing at the night sky, contemplating how mess of a life you have as if it isn’t the consequences of your own actions.
“yn?” you close your eyes. now is not the time. sunoo is like the last person you want to see tonight. “what are you looking at?” he chuckles, mirroring your actions as he follows your gaze and looks up at the empty night sky as well.
“your mom,” he frowns at your reply, sending a sour stare your way. sunoo isn’t the biggest supporter of your mom jokes, actually. “what are you doing here? didn’t you leave for home long ago?”
“yes but,” he pulls out what seems like your scarf from his bag, handing it out to you. “you forgot this. sunghoon said he would’ve given it to you himself but his leg … you know. don’t be sad that your boyfriend couldn’t make it, though. he said he’d be at school tomorrow.”
boyfriend, right. it feels odd hearing it from sunoo, and you and sunghoon aren’t even dating yet. would he still be able to say those words with ease if he knew you have a crush on him, or rather, usedto? overthinking apart, you’re glad sunoo came to return your scarf or your mother wouldn’t have let you inside tonight. it doesn’t take you realise that sunghoon and sunoo are actually close, and they have gotten even closer over the past few days thanks to you and your crush on sunghoon.
maybe, sunoo is the only one who can help you out. “can i ask you about something?” he nods, and you narrate your whole story about how you borrowed the eraser from yi kyeong, sunghoon misunderstanding the setting, the person kyeong actually has a crush on and everything else, all the things except the fact that you like sunoo— usedto.
“can you get more stupid?” that’s the first thing sunoo comes up with after you update him on your dilemma.
“how am istupid when sunghoon assumed everything in the first place?” you slap his arm playfully, earning an exaggerated response. “what should i do?”
sunoo scoffs. “tell him the truth.” god, no, asking him was the wrong-est move you’ve ever made. “don’t look at me like that! i hope you know you’re basically playing with that poor boy’s feelings.” that’s right. that’s the phrase; playing with his feelings. you didn’t want to accept it initially, you’re not the type to play with anyone’s feelings and what’s happening right now is a big misunderstanding.
however, hearing it from sunoo makes it sound even worse. not to mention, you feel awful. you try to imagine sunghoon’s reaction after you tell him the truth. you couldn’t bring yourself to do that. what would you do if you were in his shoes? how would you react? maybe you’d end up actually hating him, scream and shout, act like a dramatic bitch, and whatnot; but sunghoon doesn’t seem the type to do that. he doesn’t come off as someone who’d shout at you. maybe, he’ll say it’s okay, and thank you for coming clean, and move on as if nothing happened.
the problem is, even if he’s heartbroken, he wouldn’t let you know; and you, being yourself, would believe it and stamp him as just another passerby in your life.
“how do i bring it up to him?” you mumble, looking at sunoo. you’re thinking of another excuse in the back of your head. something along the lines of ‘hey, i don’t think you have to force yourself to like me yada yada—’ it sounds hella generous. you don’t want to turn this in your favour. even if sunghoon claims he’s not forcing himself to like you, you will convince him otherwise. that’s your thought process, your silly way out of this situation.
“just be straightforward.” sunoo interrupts your trail of thoughts. “you know, he lives just a street behind yours so if we hurry, we can make it before ten.” you take a look at your phone screen : 9:50pm. sunoo’s hand slips into yours as he sprints towards sunghoon’s house. you don’t know what time has to do with any of these. sure, ten at night is probably not the right timing to go visit someone but still, you have had your friends stand out of your window at two in the morning for impromptu midnight escapades.
maybe, sunghoon is one of those ‘good boys’ who goes to bed at ten sharp, without excuses. to be honest, it sounds very sunghoon-like. dinner at seven, studies following, and then to bed at ten, seems like something the one and only park sunghoon would do.
before you realise, you find yourself standing in front of what is supposed to be sunghoon’s house. it’s nice, beautiful, even. the garden is well maintained and you wonder if he’s into gardening. sunoo shoots a call to sunghoon, who peeks down at the street through his window just a few seconds later, waving at you before disappearing behind the grey curtains.
it’s cute, you think, and then decide that you’re crazy. no way, you just called park sunghoon cute. sure, you find him a bit interesting but not like you have a passionate crush on him. you can be one of those fans, nothing more.
a girl opens the door and you recall that she could be his sister. he talks about her every time you both complain about siblings. sunghoon helps himself down the stairs, using wall as support while his sister aids him shortly. you wonder if this is a wrong time to meet him. his ankle doesn’t look bad, not like you can actually see it, but back at school, he wasn’t even able to move it.
“how’s your leg?” the question falls off your lips instinctively, without giving him or sunoo, a chance to even breath in each other’s direction.
sunghoon smiles, looking down at his ankles before setting his eyes back on you. “quite better.” involuntarily, you reciprocate his smile, nodding before waving at his sister as well, who excuses herself shortly. “would you like to come in?”
“no, actually,” sunoo cuts in, giving you a look of assurance. “we want to talk about something. shewants to, actually.” and sunoo steps aside, leaving you and sunghoon alone to talk everything out and clear all the misunderstandings.
“so, the eraser,” you begin, hesitatingly, looking at sunoo who shoots you thumbs up from a distance. “it actually belongs to yi kyeong. i borrowed it for a test since i didn’t bring mine. the name too, the psh on it stands for park seonghwa, and not park sunghoon.” you want to dig a hole and die because first, this is so embarrassing. sunghoon looks at you unfazed as if he’s too stunned to speak; and second, your voice practically dies towards the end of your sentence, making it more terrible than it already is.
sunghoon doesn’t speak for next thirty seconds. he simply looks at you, blinking occasionally, making you wonder if your confession traumatised him so much that he lost his verbal abilities. you won’t blame him. this whole thing is hurtful enough to give anyone a trauma. furthermore, as you’re about to speak more, he lets out a dry chuckle, almost convincing you that he has gone crazy. “that’s it?”
that’s it? that’s it? that’s allhe has to say? you’re about to lose your mind.
“i mean, i’m sorry for not bringing it up earlier,” you kind of want to scream in the middle of the road because you went through all this trouble, beating your mental health to death, only for him to chuckle and say that’s it? then you ponder if it’s sarcasm, or if sunghoon wants a written apology from you, one that you will post on the school’s forum and recite in front of the whole school at morning assembly. you’re marginally close from ripping your hair out, strand by strand.
“it’s okay. you couldn’t tell me before because i took it so seriously. it’s my fault for jumping to conclusions.” you’re almost in tears once again. had it been someone else, or let alone someone else, had it been youin his shoes, you would’ve made a scene; and sunghoon is here, in front of you, taking the blame for something that isn’t his fault in the first place.
“no, sung—”
“i said it’s okay. i’m glad you brought it up. you don’t have to worry about it anymore.” he cuts you off, reassuring you again and again. all this time, you’ve been thinking about yourself, never really considering him and when you finally give him a chance to call you out, he turns the situation in your favour. “honestly, i’m relieved.”
“sunghoon, what are you doing outside?” an unfamiliar voice breaks in before you could respond to his words. you run your eyes around, who sunghoon seems to have forgotten about, only to realise he has already left. turns out, the voice belonged to sunghoon’s mother and godbless, she’s just as pretty as him, or even more. “and you should invite your friend inside. it’s cold out here.”
“yn’s not a friend. they’re more of a,” ain’t no way. if sunghoon’s planning to say what you’re thinking then there’s no way he hasn’t gone crazy. “classmate. they were about to leave.” his mother nods, smiling at you as she walks inside, leaving you and sunghoon basking in silence. suddenly, all the words inside your mouth die down, leaving a taste of speechlessness as you mutter a silent goodbye to him.
“you good? why do you look pale all of a sudden?” sunghoon asks, stepping forward to check your temperature, only for you to step back as an empty frown settles on his face.
“i know i lied but i always thought we were at least friends,” you say it with a chuckle, having sunghoon retreat his hand as you turn around, proceeding on your way back home. “take care of yourself.”
it’s funny because all this time, you’ve been stepping away from sunghoon, never letting him approach you, taking multiple steps away from him; but just watching him step away from you feels like the life inside you has been knocked out. but it’s fine, this is what you’ve wanted.
and just like that, you and sunghoon get all the way back to step one, being what you initially were : classmates.
NOTE. hi this took so long help i hope you haven’t forgotten me ( hi it’s caelin bffies ) anyway only two chapters to go yeahhh however, they might take even more time to come out since i’m moving to another state this wednesday. so, i’ll be busy for the rest of this month, then i have college entrances next month so i’ll be busy till july 20th too :( i don’t think i’ll get time to post but i’ll definitely try to update soon after !
warnings. mentions of cheating, drinking, yn has gone crazy ( 1.64k )
“Do I look okay?"
Heeseung sighs, locking his car before setting his eyes on you. "This is the fourth time you’re asking me that."
"Sorry, I need constant reassurance.” You snicker, rolling your eyes as you make your way to the lift, pressing the buttons for the first floor. There are times when you think parking lots constructed on several lays into the ground are useless. You’ve barely seen anyone use any of them except the one on Basement-One, besides Heeseung. That man just drove down to the third basement.
Silence follows the two of you wherever you go, though comfortable, fortunately. After the thirty-minute-long car ride, you conclude that he’s not half bad. At least, not as much as he pretends to be over text, reminding you about your due rent every other day. Perhaps, it’s just a cover for today since he’s your ‘boyfriend’ and is already into the role. Either way, you’d love to enjoy the elite treatment from him.
The ’ding’ goes off, remarking your arrival at the destined floor. Heeseung slides his hands inside his pocket before noticing you fix your dress obsessively.
“You look beautiful,” He compliments with an irritated sigh. “Stop overthinking.” He puts your hand around his arm, entering the wedding hall, as if you’re the one getting married, instead of your cousin.
Five minutes in, and you already want to leave. You aren’t the most socially active member of your family, and witnessing around a hundred people gathered together is giving you a headache. Your gaze follows along the garlands adorned on the chairs and tables, content with the choice of flowers. At least, there’s one thing good about today.
“Oh my god, yn, is that you?!” That’s your aunt, probably the only person you actually enjoy talking to in your family. However, watching her approach you with a glass of champagne irks your ends. “It has been so long since we last talked."
"Right,” You respond with an awkward laugh, feeling a bit guilty about not being able to reciprocate her enthusiasm. You wonder what has gotten you exhausted all of a sudden. “By the way, this is my boyfriend, Heeseung."
He shoots her his best smile. One that makes you feel like he’s flirting with her. "Nice to meet you,” That’s the modest you’ve seen him to date, yet exaggerated.
“You’ve earned yourself a handsome boyfriend,” She sends you a teasing glare, making you smile consequentially. Meanwhile, you miss the way the corner of Heeseung’s lips curls up. “You should go meet your mom. She’d loved to see you."
You nod, holding back your laugh. Your aunt isn’t wrong. Your mom would love to see you. However, not because she’s meeting her daughter after months, but because she’s delighted to see you attending family functions and snatching everyone’s chances to comment on your incompetence.
That’s how things have always been. The compliments were never about getting a perfect score but rather about how you must keep it up and stay a step ahead of all your cousins. Though, it simply doesn’t matter now. You’ve moved out. You live separately and no longer have to follow your mom’s instructions. Not like she cares. You’re doing well in college, and it turns out that she’s content with that.
"You came.” Lost amidst your thoughts, you don’t realize that your mother is already standing before you. “With your boyfriend, of course."
"Lee Heeseung,” He greets her, his gaze fluttering between your mom and your saddened face. Unknowingly, a sour wave passes over him as he tries to come up with something to lighten the atmosphere, only for you to beat him to it.
“Can we leave now?” It’s an odd question. Well, strange enough for Heeseung. You’re indifferent as always, and the expression on your mom’s face doesn’t seem to faze either. “You wanted me to attend the wedding and introduce you to him. We’re done here, I suppose."
Heeseung doesn’t know why, but he hopes your mom will stop you. It’s funny because he doesn’t expect it from his mom either. However, his hopes end up trashed as he notices your expression stiffen.
Your mom smile at a guest behind you, paying you no mind. "Suit yourself,” And you scoff at yourself for thinking she’d ever tell you to stay.
You should be used to this by now; you are, yet it hurts more this time. Maybe because you are with Heeseung and you wanted your mom to at least pretend to be a good mother in front of your boyfriend? Whatever. You close the chapter, stamping it as a moment of weakness.
“Looks like you’re not on good terms with her,” Heeseung mumbles, smiling at your aunt, who waves at you both from a distance. He anticipates a sarcastic comeback, only for you to laugh as if he just told a joke.
“Man, I hoped she’d try to be decent in front of my boyfriend,” You sigh, downing another glass of wine.
Heeseung throws his arms around your shoulders, catching you by surprise as he leans down to your ears. “Don’t worry. I won’t break up with you just because your mom is a bitch."
He wonders if he’s allowed to use that term, only to smile in relief when you chuckle at his flirtatious comment. Heeseung doesn’t remember the last time he cared about making someone smile. No, he’s not mean; neither is he a cold and distant person who only knows how to make someone’s life a living hell. He simply doesn’t care about that. Heeseung believes in the art of giving and receiving. While he’s giving you a reason to smile, he’s not sure about the him on the receiving end when it comes to you.
"You can leave.” You say, catching him off guard.
“That’s all?” He checks the time before tending to you once again. “Just forty-five minutes? I thought you said one day."
You smirk. "Why, do you enjoy being my boyfriend?” Heeseung doesn’t reply, excusing your question with a chuckle and escorting you out of the venue. “Shall we go back?"
"You can go back. I’ll go to the bar.” He doesn’t ask more questions, walking out as you proceed towards the bar opposite to the wedding hall on the same floor.
Thinking about it now, your day with Heeseung wasn’t half bad. Well, just forty-five minutes or maybe an hour, but you enjoyed it, surprisingly. Besides, he’s good at pretending. You really didn’t expect someone like him to be so good at playing roles. After all, all Heeseung ever does is sit at home and play Mario Kart, with ocassional outings because of 'work.'
Usually, you don’t drink past two shots. Today happens to be an exception. You’ve already had two glasses of wine at the wedding, and it doesn’t help you. So you sit by the counter, ordering almost everything on the list because, after all, everything’s on your cousin’s new family today, and you might as well enjoy the riches after living like a ragged bitch for months now.
However, despite drinking like you’ll never see alcohol again in your life, you know damn well that you’re not hallucinating. You recognize the man sitting at a distance as your ex-boyfriend and, if your eyes aren’t deceiving you, he’s with a girl.
Now, you don’t know that concerns you. He dumped you exactly a week ago. However, you spent nights crying and trying your shots at moving on while he’s in the bar, enjoying his life to the fullest. And you’re not the one to hold grudges but, sometimes, it is the answer.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” A scoff escapes your lips as you approach him, earning all sorts of stares from the woman. “Is she your new chick-fling? Are you going to dump her after in months too?"
He stands up, letting an annoyed sigh fall of his lips as the girl with him rolls her eyes. "Yn, you’re dr—”
“Yeah, I’m drunk.” You cut him off mid-sentence. “But I’m sober enough to see that you’re here with her when we broke up barely a week ago."
Junhwan snickers, running his fingers through his hairs as if he’s about to fight for his laugh. "And what about it? We’ve broken up. I can do whatever I want."
He’s not half wrong, but where’s the compassion? Seeing him like this, you wonder how many of those 'I love yous’ shared with him were genuine. You hate yourself for getting mad over your ex, who clearly didn’t deserve you in the first place. It’s alcohol, you conclude.
"Looks like I was the only one wasting my time being sad over an asshole like you. I should have fun too, right?” At this point, you’re barely processing your words. You feel your vision turn hazy, head feeling dizzy. However, revenge sounds much fruitful now. “Okay, how about this; I’ll sleep with the first man I bump. Sounds pretty fun, isn’t it?"
He grabs your arms, preventing you from falling as you stumble because of your heels. "You’ve lost your mind."
"I don’t see how that concerns since we’ve broken up.” You think that’s a marvelous comeback because of alcohol. Maybe it actually is. It’s highly likely that you’ll regret your decision tomorrow but right now, it’s about your dignity. ( Again, sleeping with the first man you bump into isn’t going to improve your dignity but reminders : you’re under influence )
Collecting your pride, you turn around, proceeding to walk out of the bar before you bump into someone. Upon a closer look, you learn that it’s a man and, after a much, much closer look, you realize that it’s Heeseung. It’s good, very good. Heeseung is better than that douche canoe.
You smirk, putting you hand on his shoulder as his hand involuntarily snaked around your waist. “Do you want to sleep with me?” And rest all is history.
PRECIS. lee heeseung is the handsome yet good for nothing mysterious boy living a floor below you, who dropped out of college and is living quite a lavish life. when you get fired from your job, ending up struggling to make your ends meet and failing to pay the rent, heeseung offers you rather an eccentric proposal : pay the rent or be his girlfriend.
NOTE. yn stop creating problems for yourself challenge ??? guys pls dont drink and talk esp to ur ex just fucking go to bed or smn
no— he believes. it’s an odd thought for ten in the morning, in middle of chemistry lesson, but heeseung doesn’t mind. and just like an important presentation, he has all the reasonings jotted down on the back of his notebook, doodles with vines and hearts.
heeseung has known you for four years. not you, heeseung; he has known you for four years. he isn’t the type to stand out amongst the crowd, for he seemingly dissolves into it like fine particles, almost too invisible to be sedimented. he doesn’t enjoy attention. heeseung likes to be the to sit in middle of a row with ear phones and math occupying most of his day.
coming back to the point, four years, they have been terriblefor him. the day you transferred to his middle school, his life turned upside down. you had taken the last bench, near the window, and still managed to have everyone in the class look at you as if you were the subject to their queries. you were the type to throw paper balls in the middle of the class. you made snarky comments, disturbed the momentum, ruined the decorum, destroy his peace of mind, made it hard for him to focus— there are so many reasons why you flipped his life style.
you don’t know heeseung, you never triedto, until highschool. you knew there’s a boy in your class, too quiet to mingle, too loud in his mind to speak anything.
you knew there was a lee heeseung in your class, that’s it. that was your story.
now, in highschool first year, you know there’s a lee heeseung in your class. the same lee heeseung who was your classmate in middle school. the one who keeps listening to that one tchaikovsky piece over and over again while solving math. the one who always caught your attention, but never mystic enough for you to reach him out.
you’ve known him for three months now, and that’s how heeseung’s story began.
there are so many reason as for why you and heeseung should be more than just friends. he has known you for four years, that’s a lot more than any other friend you have in the school. he’s the only one you seek at 2 am for late night escapades. his notes are the only reliable source of study material you refer to two weeks before exams. his number is the only one you’ve saved with a ’<3’ on your phone, and many more.
heeseung doesn’t remember taking a liking to you at all. he remembers calling you annoying in front of everyone in middle school. he remembers cursing out at you when his team lost relay because you tripped. he remembers all the moments he hurt you. heeseung also remembers spending first three months of highschool sitting next to you, but he doesn’t remember falling for you.
he doesn’t remember doodling your name on the corner of his text books. he doesn’t remember doing those silly compatibility tests with you on the palm of his hands. he doesn’t remember losing his breath when you hugged him instinctively after you won your first relay in highschool. heeseung doesn’t remember the important details.
once upon a time, there was you, that’s it. that’s his story. that’s his beginning and his end, all from you.
heeseung doesn’t remember falling for you but he realises that with every passing day, he falls even deeper. it’s like going down even after hitting rock bottom. heeseung recalls when you held his hand for a group picture with your middle school friend and his heart exploded into a million butterflies. it’s really nothing, just the way your hand fits in his; it’s literally five plus five, and yet your touch had him orbiting and ripping his hair out strand by strand when that sensation slipped inside his head every night.
hereallybelieves that you should be more than friends. heeseung believes you should be lovers instead.
but, then again it’s all inside his head; and you’re too busy being in love with jay to even notice his lovelorn eyes.
jay closes his phone after scrolling on twitter, yizhuo’s party was the talk of his twitter timeline. almost everyone he knew, even the seniors from his old school were going to attend.
for the first time, the infamous jay park was nervous to go to a party— the same person who would glare at those who walked even remotely close to him, and ignore everyone except his friends during parties was now in his car, contemplating whether or not he should go.
for the first time, the infamous jay park was nervous to go to a party— the same person who would glare at those who walked even remotely close to him, and ignore everyone except his friends during parties was now in his car, contemplating whether or not he should go.
ning yizhuo, also known as just yizhuo amongst her peers, threw memorable parties. ones that weren’t too fancy nor were they like those frat parties that were held in the u.s.
if jay were to put her parties in a category, she’d even have her own.
this only meant that jay had to be cautious.
there could be eyes watching his every move, staring him down even from the very second he enters that house. people who love to feed off the drama of the rich and spread gossip.
normally, he wouldn’t mind them since he barely did anything at parties.
but this time, times have changed. even the smallest of movements that involved y/n could become rumours, rumours that could have endless of possibilities. that korean celebrity article was bad enough.
thankfully, everyone believed that jay was out with another arranged date with one of his father’s connection’s daughters.
a stereotype, but one that saved y/n from whatever could have happened if they found out it was her.
“whatever, fine.” jay convinces himself, taking out the key of his car from it’s keyhole and shoving it in his pocket before heading out.
he crosses the street with both his hands in his pockets, he looks around the remote area and sees many parked cars. some he knew, due to their owners that schools in his past high school.
and some were owned by students who were probably from belift academy high.
jay sees three familiar boys approaching him using his peripheral view, all appropriately dressed for the party. he faces them with a smirk, “you actually came?” the yang heir smiles.
his friends catch up to him, “yeah, of course. y/n’s coming.” he replies.
the four stop as sunghoon and jungwon stop to laugh at riki, the youngest of the four scoffs with a huge hint of bitterness.
“we win. pay up, nishimura.” sunghoon bumps his shoulders against the tall boy who is pulling out his luxurious and newly bought wallet. “betting on me, again?” jay rolls his eyes at the three as riki takes out a couple of 100 thousand won bills and splits it between his older friends.
sunghoon snickers, “of course, what’s the use of money if you don’t do anything fun with it?”
jay sighs, clearly fed up with his friend’s antics.
eyes were on them the moment the four boys arrive at the ning’s estate, several people were crowded around the entrance. yet the mere presence of them, made bystanders make a way for them to get in.
oh how money could get you places.
jay’s legs were starting to fall asleep, and this comfortable couch wasn’t helping them stay awake either.
“are you really going to stay there during the whole party?” heeseung nudges jay, who was staring at the main door for a sign that y/n was arriving soon.
he had been sitting there for a little over an hour, waiting for her to come.
“yes.” he replies, keeping his eyes on the doorway. sunghoon looks at heeseung and shrugs, standing up from the couch to go talk with one of the seniors.
heeseung sighs, deciding to leave as well to find youngeun and kai who were right in front of them earlier.
jay waits..
and he waits.
and waits.
eventually, it had turned 2:00 AM. the party was still as loud as ever, his ears were starting to get annoyed by the music. he was worried, and he was starting to lose hope.
synopsis !coming from a poor family, y/n is hardworking and keeps to herself most of the time. but she was content with the way she was living. working to pay her high school tuition by working all sorts of jobs. everything was all working out for her, seeing that her senior year was coming up. but what happens when the son of one of korea’s biggest companies, takes interest in her after moving to her high school? oh god indeed.
synopsis ! coming from a poor family, y/n is hardworking and keeps to herself most of the time. but she was content with the way she was living. working to pay her high school tuition by working all sorts of jobs. everything was all working out for her, seeing that her senior year was coming up. but what happens when the son of one of korea’s biggest companies, takes interest in her after moving to her high school? oh god indeed.
author’s note !the way the 7th scene had 2:20,, it looks real but 2:20 as in am for me and not pm HELPPLLP #dedicated (jay slaying w his music taste as always)
synopsis ! coming from a poor family, y/n is hardworking and keeps to herself most of the time. but she was content with the way she was living. working to pay her high school tuition by working all sorts of jobs. everything was all working out for her, seeing that her senior year was coming up. but what happens when the son of one of korea’s biggest companies, takes interest in her after moving to her high school? oh god indeed.
author’s note !oh how jay wanted to add love at the end of his first textI MEANNN,,,!?!? oh look winwin hot (stream heeseungs coverbtw)
synopsis ! coming from a poor family, y/n is hardworking and keeps to herself most of the time. but she was content with the way she was living. working to pay her high school tuition by working all sorts of jobs. everything was all working out for her, seeing that her senior year was coming up. but what happens when the son of one of korea’s biggest companies, takes interest in her after moving to her high school? oh god indeed.
author’s note !marupok p si jay 3HASJHASmann i want caramello koalas now ???ALSO UPDATING THE MASTERLIST FOR THE LAST CHAPTERS AFTER SECOND TAGLISTTT
synopsis ! coming from a poor family, y/n is hardworking and keeps to herself most of the time. but she was content with the way she was living. working to pay her high school tuition by working all sorts of jobs. everything was all working out for her, seeing that her senior year was coming up. but what happens when the son of one of korea’s biggest companies, takes interest in her after moving to her high school? oh god indeed.
author’s note !ik, ew party cliche!!! but pay attention lols
synopsis ! coming from a poor family, y/n is hardworking and keeps to herself most of the time. but she was content with the way she was living. working to pay her high school tuition by working all sorts of jobs. everything was all working out for her, seeing that her senior year was coming up. but what happens when the son of one of korea’s biggest companies, takes interest in her after moving to her high school? oh god indeed.
author’s note !hey help i missed posting so lawlz here
Some people are meant to be in your life until the end, most just stay a few chapters, and much to you dismay or your fortune, Sunghoon was one of those.
This is a work of fiction, people mentioned or involved are actual human beings and none of this work is based on actual facts over the celebrities mentioned nor is intented to portray them in a realistic way.
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This is a work of fiction, people mentioned or involved are actual human beings and none of this work is based on actual facts over the celebrities mentioned nor is intented to portray them in a realistic way.
Some themes are not factually acurate, any problem detected on the information given may be comunicated to me via DM.
