SYNOPSIS.after spending months suffering from amnesia in the hospital due to an “accident,” you return back to your normal school life where your close friends who you remember stick by your side 24/7. Unexpectedly, you cross paths with ex-student council president yang jungwon, who you failed to remember but feel oddly drawn to. however, after the meeting things start to get odd and you slowly begin piecing together the mystery behind your accident.
a/n: please lmk how your thoughts my ask box is literally in drought season. 7 more chapters!
+ 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?
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The university should have known that it’d be a bad idea to keep the library open for twenty-four hours. It’s not even exam week or anything, Jay Park’s just not the smartest of students - specifically when it comes to writing.
Why did all students have to take English 102 anyways? He chose computer science as his major for a reason. Sure, he isn’t illiterate or anything, but the amount of analysis and depth that schools expected from students was way too much, especially from a text such as One Thousand and One Nights. Half-way through Night 146 in the novel, and already into stage 1 of non-REM sleep, Jay had just about drooled into the pages of his eighty dollar text when a hand begins to aggressively ruffle his hair. Snapping up from his bare nap, he sighs in defeat when he sees you - bright-eyed and smiling down at him.
“Ew, get away,” he frowns, turning away from you and towards the wall in an attempt to fall back into a nap.
“Are you gonna just nap here?” Snorting, he nods into his arm, trying to shield his eyes from the fluorescent lighting. “Maybe just go home dude.”
He shakes his head no. “But the vibes here are so much better for naps.”
“Well, you could at least study with me.”
“Does it look like I study, Blue?”
Rolling your eyes, you scoff at him. “You should be. What if you fail a class this sem? What then?”
“But I haven’t,” Jay smiles and you want nothing more than to wipe it off his smug little face. Looking around the library, you notice that there are a few other students that seem to have a long night ahead; a couple giggling together in the opposite corner, a group of friends throwing crumpled papers around at each other, and a few other individuals freaking out over a laptop and/or a stack of books.
Jay had chosen a table far enough from the other groups for the area to feel private, but close enough to still hear the white noise of the public space. With the corner of the space all to yourselves, and with Jay drifting off into whatever dream he’s beginning to have, you take out your own homework and begin working on it. You were comfortable enough with one another that this was natural. It felt like home.
It’s almost funny. You’d both gone to the same school since elementary, but were never close enough to establish a friendship until the first day of university. It was orientation day, and you were randomly placed in the same tour group together, and with your introversion and his first-day nerves, you drifted towards familiarity.
Towards each other.
So as Jay began to snore, to your amusing dismay, you worked for a little over an hour, pumping out answers to math equations you barely understood. From your perspective, his blonde hair is just a mess of a mop, covering his open novel, now used as a pillow. It’s a little past midnight when you decide it’s about time for him to wake up.
Reaching over the desk, you smile to yourself, his half hanging half-open just like his eyes (a terrifying habit that you’ve gotten used to by now). You shake him awake, and again he snaps up, rubbing his eyes and looking around. “Wakey wakey.”
He frowns, stretching and then falling into the back of his chair. “What time is it?”
“12:24,” you reply, having glanced at your phone screen.
“Then why’d you wake me, Blue?” he pouts, pouting like the one emoji with the sparkles in its eyes.
You blink. “I’m hungry.”
Jay sighs. He should be used to this by now, considering you bothering him for food was an almost daily occurrence. Regardless, he is amused to your antics enough to get up and pat his back pocket to check for his wallet. “Let’s go then.”
After packing your stuff, you and Jay make your way through the university halls towards the convenience store just a few blocks away. You, energized by the crisp evening air, skip along happily as he trails behind you at a slow and exasperated pace. Little do you know, the thoughtless song you’re humming and the dimples gracing your cheeks as you do so captivate your dear friend the way you’ve been captivating him since early on in university.
You might be a little afraid to discuss it, much less admit it to one another, but one too many late nights out and one too many classes skipped together just kind of led up to the inevitable thing that can happen with most close friendships. Whatever happens happens, but for now, you’re here and he’s here and you’re both happy.
And from across the street from the library building, you spot the neon lights of the convenience store. There’s an array of plastic tables and chairs just outside by the sidewalk too where you and Jay have made a habit of eating your midnight snacks at. But just before you step onto the street, you feel a soft hand wrap around your wrist. “It’s still a green light, Blue,” Jay deadpans, pulling back to his side.
Blood rushing to your cheeks, you smile at him sheepishly. “There are literally no cars out.” Hence, the empty streets right in front of you.
“But if there were?”
Rolling your eyes, you cross the road once the lights allow for you to walk and into the convenience store you both go. Having visited the place several times a week for a little while now, both you and Jay already know the layout of the aisles and so you don’t hesitate to smile brightly at the tired clerk behind the counter before heading straight towards the back. You argue a little over snack choices but in general, it doesn’t take you both over ten minutes to make your purchases and preparations of cup ramens, chips, and tonight’s soda of choices.
And just like any other night, you and Jay make your way outside and sit at the table farthest away from the front doors of the store. With only the slight breeze of the late autumn air, Jay and you are alone in the night with your food in a world that feels timeless. There’s a full moon, and it looks pretty from where you sit.
“Blue, are you cold?”
Looking up, you shake your head no while continuing to mix the noodles with your chopsticks. “Every night, you ask me that without fail, and every night, I have never said yes.”
“And every night, I give you my jacket anyways,” Jay smiles, scrunching his nose before shrugging the sleeves of his bomber jacket off and despite your protests, you allow him to walk over to your side of the table anyways as he hangs the jacket over your shoulders.
“You’re so annoying, you know that?”
“You’re the one who woke me up from a nap twice in under an hour,” Jay retorts with a smirk on his face before shoving noodles into his mouth.
Rolling your eyes, you lean back in your chair and cross your arms. “Because if you’re going to sleep in public, you might as well just go home.”
“But the vibes at the library are much better for napping.”
“And if I never came, you could have been robbed,” you answer with an amused look on your face as you see the realization hit Jay’s face.
But when you see a smile creep back on his face as Jay leans over the table closer to you, you know he has the perfect retort. “But you came right?”
“But what if I didn’t?”
“But you did. And I trusted that you would.”
As much as you’d love to roll your eyes at his comment, you can’t help but smile back, blood rushing to your cheeks and your heart beating just a little faster than it was earlier. Whenever Jay says something silly like that, something that blurs the line between your friendship and something a little more, it’s never affected you too much. Sharing his jacket with you and spending late nights talking about whatever with you was your normal.
But that trust - that mutual trust that defines everything about your relationship with Jay Park is everything is exactly what makes your heart melt in the moment.
God only knows that if you didn’t love him before, you certainly do now.
And after an hour of snacking, gossiping, and sharing this late night, or early morning, together, you and Jay decide it’s time to relocate back to the library. And of course, on your way back across the street, you once again neglect to notice that the light is still red. You don’t realize Jay has intertwined your fingers together until he tugs you right back to his side, keeping his eyes away from looking at you as you look up to him sheepishly once again.
“What did we say earlier about crossing the road?”
“There are no cars! It is one in the morning Jay,” you insist, pouting up at him and trying to get him to face you. When he doesn’t respond, you huff and look back out into the street. And in a joking fashion, you say, “Stop acting like you actually care about whether or not I would die. If you really loved me, you’d let me break the law.”
“But what if I did?”
“Huh?”
“Not the law-breaking part, Blue,” Jay clarifies, tugging your hand when the lights turn green. “What if I did love you? What then?”
And in your flusteredness, you pull your hand away from the warmth of his and both of you stop to look at one another in the middle of the empty street with the full moon in the sky. “I love you too,” you share.
“Gross,” Jay sticks his tongue out, once again taking you by the hand and together, you walk back into the library for the rest of your night, and maybe (just maybe), the rest of your lives together.
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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.
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“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 !
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.
a/n : so sorry for being pretty ia these days, i’ve been binge watching treasure map so idk i don’t have time to write stuff (its either that or i’m just lazy LMFAOO) anyways pls enjoy this ! <3 ALSO I REACHED 520 FOLLOWERS TYSM I LOVE U ALL may u get ur prio pc/an album OR ANYTHING U WANT IN GENERAL
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
