-> in which you are thrown into the magical world of Creon alone, without knowing that you could be the one to tear it apart.
or
-> it was prophesized that the child of the two of Creon’s mightiest heroes will hold the power of the gods and bring upon us the end of the universe as we know it and you are the ticking time bomb that he can’t seem to leave alone.
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pairing: witch!Leeknow x reader
featuring: stray kids, song yuqi + other random idols
“What is it?” you asked curiously as the blonde man ran from the front door into the living room with a package in hand, his smile wide as he let out a series of giggles.
“A surprise,” he replied, cryptically. Your eyes narrowed in suspicion as you watched him grab a knife to open the package with. The blade effortlessly sliced through the tape, making it easy for Felix to open the box and reveal what was inside. The man pulled out a bottle and you could make out that there was some type of liquid inside.
“What’s that?” You asked as you stood from your place on the couch and made your way to your boyfriend, stopping beside him and peering down into the box that held a few similar looking containers.
“Oils,” he replied, your brows furrowed in confusion so Felix screwed open the lid off one of the bottles and held it out to you, you stared at the container, unsure of what the blonde man wanted you to do, “Smell it, it’s nice,” he smiled as he still held it out to you. You brought your face closer to the bottle and as soon as you did you could smell the sweet, nutty aroma of the oil.
“Ooh, that’s so nice,” you spoke before going back in for another smell of Felix’s new oil.
“You wanna try it out with me,” Felix spoke, his tone lowered slightly.
“You were going to cook? What were you thinking?” Felix blinked in confusion at your words. “I’d love some chicken right now,” you voiced, completely oblivious to the man who was now holding back his laughter. When Felix shook his head at you, fond smile on his lips you spoke again, “What?”
“They’re not for cooking, baby,” the man said as he grabbed your hand with the one that was currently not holding the oil. “Come on, I’ll show you,” Felix continued as he led you through to your bedroom. The realisation seemed to click instantaneously as soon as you stepped through the threshold of your bedroom and suddenly you were hyper-aware of how Felix’s fingers wrapped around yours so securely. The blonde turned around as soon as he stood at the foot of the bed, pushing you to sit down on the edge.
“One second,” he rushed before sprinting out of the room, coming back with a towel in hand and spreading it out on the bed. Felix turned his eyes back to yours and smiled down at you, his fingers reached for the hem of your t-shirt, “Can I?” he asked, you nodded instantaneously. Your boyfriend pulled the fabric over your head carefully but still made a mess of your hair, he let out an airy chuckle as he patted the hair back in place and you used this time to admire his face. His smile was wide and his eyes seemed to shine brightly, despite their deep brown colour. His features were dotted with soft freckles that were even more obvious in the summer. You loved to trace along them, connecting each one like stars, pointing out strange shapes that actually look nothing like anything. Felix took your hand once again, pulling you to stand with him. You stared into his eyes as he smiled softly at you, placing his hands on your shoulders to guide you to stand with your back towards him.
“Lay back and relax,” he whispered, the feeling of his warm breath against the shell of your ear sending shivers down your spine. You obliged without hesitation, laying down with your chest against the fabric of the towel. You felt Felix get on the bed too, his legs resting on either side of your thighs. You heard the unscrewing on the bottle and closed your eyes in anticipation of your boyfriend’s hands. Felix’s warm hands met the soft skin of your back, his fingers danced carefully along the skin, trailing slowly down the line of your spine. You hummed in delight as his hands spread out, gliding along your shoulder blades and then your shoulders, ridding you of any knots you had. The sweet smell of the oil and the feeling of Felix’s hands exploring the plains of your back were almost hypnotic, sending you into a trance, the only thing breaking you from that trance was Felix’s deep tone, “That feel good?” he asked, there was something so soothing about his rich voice.
You could barely utter out a response, you simply let out an “Mhmhm,” you were in utter bliss, almost falling asleep until Felix’s hand kept going lower, exploring the curve and swell of your backside and hips. His warm hands seemed to burn now, becoming almost unbearable. You let out a whine and there was no doubt in your mind that Felix knew exactly what he was doing.
“Turn around, I want to see your face, beautiful,” he spoke, his tone even deeper than before and you wondered how that was possible. The sound was utterly entrancing though and you quickly flipped your body over so you could see his face, his lips pulled up in a smug smirk as he shifted himself up your body so that he could close the distance between your faces, his plush lips meeting yours in a fervent kiss.
stray kids just finished their first world tour and finally you were able to meet your boyfriend, woojin, again. during their tour, you two were facetiming almost every day. but since their schedule and flight plan was very tight, it was only a short time of communicating to him.
you had planned on visiting the dorms today, but rain was pouring heavily onto the streets. it was impossible to drive to the apartment block since the streets were slippery, you needed to walk. the storm never seemed to go away, but an umbrella made no sense since it would fly away almost immediately.
you dressed up suitable for the weather, but still kinda pretty to show up at your boyfriend’s home. the moment you left, there was no motivation bubbling in you, but the excitement to finally meet your love made things easier.
so you ran, about fifteen minutes, until you arrived in the new district. the car would have been the better option for sure, but the risk causing an accident was too high. you opened the door of the big apartment building, completely drenched. your hair was sticking onto your forehead and your nose was blushy from your icy and wet clothes.
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the loud ringing of the doorbell made all the boys’ ears perk up. it was already late and none of them expected a guest.
“yA, what are you doing here?!”, woojin yelled in worry after chan had opened the door for you. your shaking figure now stood in their living room. woojin quickly stood up to get you a towel, leaving you with the other members. you grinned at them lovingly before woojin came back with like the biggest towel you had ever seen.
“it’s raining, why did you come?”, he then asked before hugging your wrapped up body.
“i wanted to surprise you.”, you pouted at him, hugging him back
he let out a breathy laugh and took your hand, leading you into his shared room. he approached his stack of fresh washed clothes and flipped through them like book shelf.
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“i’m happy that you came anyways.”, he said and handed you his clothing into your hands.
after you changed, both of you joined the rest of the boys. all of you spent the evening and night together. during that time, woojin always had his arms wrapped around you safely so you won’t freeze or catch a cold.
hours have passed and you were cuddled up on woojin’s lap, asleep. he combed through your hair with his fingers and his other hand trailed up and down your back. he still talked to the boys and didn’t notice his actions, it was a reflex and a habit. he loves your hair and you being literally attached to his side.
“i love you.”, woojin whispered and pecked your head.
Primo temporis, first time with your lovely boyfriend Lee Felix.
A.N: hi! it’s cami and it’s been centuries since i had time to write something or be active on this acc student life i guess haha, i’m sorry for the kinda lame description… hope you will like it! feel free to give me your opinion, my bad for the mistakes..| 23.04.20
Your thumbs were ferouciously clicking over the buttons of the joystick, you could almost feel some sweat forming on your forehead so much you were concentrated. There was no way you were losing that game. Your boyfriend was extremely focused as well. You could see his eyebrows furrowed as he was leaning forward to the TV screen. You had bet a McDonald on that game, you couldn’t lose, you had to not lose, or else you wondered with which money you were going to honored that bet. You were closed to the finish line, your nails digging into the soft plastic of the joystick. Felix’s car was closely following behind yours, tension was literally floating in the air. One last bend and victory was yours. Unfortunately, you hadn’t noticed the red shell the freckled boy had kept all this time. When he was right behind you, he dropped it, passing right next to you as the word “FINISH” appeared on the screen.
“No!!! That’s unfair!” you screamed, while Felix was wiggling and making little dance moves with his arms, amusement and pride painted on his face.
This is how it generally ended with that game, whether it was him or you winning in the end. Although, you were a bit disappointed on that one, the rainbow road being your favorite of them all.
Both of you sitting on the floor, your backs resting on the couch you started to pout, arms crossed, already thinking on how you could negociate the bet. Felix looked at you, curiosity all over his face, one brow rising and wondering why you were behaving like a baby. He soflty chuckled and crawled towards you.
“Why are you making such a face ?” he asked with his deep soothing voice, taking you into an embrace and kissing the top of your head.
“Because I’m clearly broke and I’m not sure $5 will be enough to feed both of us ?” you grumbled.
“Seen your appetite… Hmm.. Yea, definitely not.” He waited to see your reaction and wasn’t disappointed when he saw your mouth turns into an O shape and your little frown. He laughed out loud this time and it was like the most beautiful song to your ears. You and him have been together for over 10 months now, you had met at university thanks to some common friends and it immediately clicked between the both of you. Since then you were living in literal ecsatsy. Ok you were being a bit too lovey-dovey right now but he made you feel loved, worthy and safe. You were looking at each other as if you were some kind of precious treasure, a place where only both of you could go. You made your index travel along his cheeks, nose and lips, following the different stars adorning his face. That was the nickname you gave to his freckles. The first time you told him about it he looked at you a bit confused and amused. It’s not that he totally disliked them but he was kinda insecure about it, bitter childhood memories of kids just being kids. However, when you explained him that you found them beautiful and could look at it for hours, just like real stars, he had slightly blushed and grumbled. You knew that, deep down, you made him the happiest that day and he liked when you were saying such things, giving him more confidence. “You know what ? I think I have an idea on how to replace that bet.” His voice had turned into a sensual tone, his hand slidded down your back as he was getting closer and closer.
“ Oh, and how ?"
You wanted to tease him a little but he knew what game you were playing right now. You liked to tease each other all the time. This side of you made you bond rather quickly and that’s how you went from classmates to friends, being the best partners in crime. Feelings started to bloom and it was becoming more intimate that what could share friends. That mouse and cat game lasted for a couple weeks until that day at the amusement park where he finally decided to do the first step.
He shook his head and rolled his eyes before crawling even closer. You made an eye contact for what lasted like a millisecond before he flashed you a smirk and pushed his plump lips on yours. Your lips were dancing together as you let your hand run through his pink hair. He stopped and moved back of only few centimeters, close enough for you to feel his breath on your cheeks.
"Just like that."
"Not sure if that’s really a good idea, but I like it.” you whispered to his ear.
Felix’s heart beat quickened. Your lips, the way you were looking at him with those loving eyes, the softness of your hands caressing his face and hair, your curves. He wanted more, more of you, more of that exciting feeling running through his veins at the moment. As you were observing your boyfriend, you noticed his change of mood. His face became more serious, he was looking at each part of your body, the tip of his tongue absent mindedly sweeping on his lips.
More than once your lazy afternoon and cosy nights together have been heated up, kissing passionately, exploring each other body bashfully over the fabric of your clothes. However, you’ve never been all the way, you didn’t want to rush things, just enjoying what you could get and having some great time. Felix was respecting you and he would wait as long as you wished.
This was different. Felix’s gaze came back to you, wondering were to start, his palms getting a bit moist because of the sudden adrenaline. Thoughts were fusing in his head. Was it the right time ? Were you going to think he was a prick for wanting you that bad ? He was ready to retreat when you suddenly stood up, surprising him, before he saw your extended hand. He grabbed it, locking his eyes with yours, scanning your face to look for any hesitation. Finding none he started leading you to his bedroom.
Your muscles were getting tense, you wanted this but it was an unknown territory that was unveiling before your eyes. The fact that it was spontaneous was great. It meant both of you were ready to take that bigger step and you didn’t have to overthink about it days ago, which would have probably ended up in doing nothing at all because of the stress.
His room was just as usual. A bit messy, with some clothes hanging on his gamer chair, the backlight of his computer keyboard lazily shining, a book resting on the mattress. Felix let go off your hand, hastily wiping his on his jeans, the moist becoming unbearable and hoping for you not to see it. “I’m just going to close this a bit more”, reaching for the curtains, he closed them further more.
You were waiting for him, sat on his bed, playing with the book he had barely started to read. You swore you could hear your blood rushing through your veins, your breath becoming less steady. Even though the pink haired boy seemed more relaxed it was just acting. He was shaking inside. Both of you were looking at the floor shyly and when you looked up at each other you couldn’t help but burst into laughter. How much of two idiots were you. This helped to get rid of the small tension and then all happened quickly. Before you could even open your mouth, Felix closed the small gap between you, bowing to reach your lips, both his hands resting on the matress. You let a soft sigh escape your mouth while lacing your arms around his neck and pulling him over you. Your back softly hit the soft blanket, one of your boyfriend’s hand was travelling all over your body. Felix could feel his bulge growing in his pants, he wanted to relieve it but knew he had to be patient. It was your first time for both of you and he was afraid to be too violent, too greedy to know all of you, and hurt you if he was letting his feels overwhelm him. His hand went down to the hem of your shirt, slipping under it to caress the soft skin of your sides and belly.
“ Can I remove it ?” he softly asked. His voice had dropped of an octave and you couldn’t think it was possible.
“Only if you do it too…”
This made him slightly giggled. He stood up, his frame covering your body, and removed his shirt first, tossing it on the ground. You could see his toned muscles and the freckles here and there on his body. Apparently, there was far more stars to discover than you thought. He went back to what he had started, unlocking your bra on the way, leaving you bare chest.
“That’s definitely a nice view” he whispered. He didn’t know where that sudden boldness was coming from but he welcomed it. You gave him a small punch on his torso in response, hiding your chest with one arm. Shaking his head, he crawled over you and started to kiss your face, going down at such a slow pace that it was driving you crazy. His hair were tickling your skin, giving you goosebumps and making the tip of your breast hard.
“Lix, please, do someth-” you gasped, feeling your boyfriend’s lips on your nipple. He kissed them delicately and, after a small hesitation, you felt his tongue around your nipple, making small circles. He was softly sucking and bitting on it. He had dreamed of doing this for a while now and definitely loved the way it felt, giving you some soft hickeys here and there. Your were grabbing his hair, making them all messy as your breath was getting heavy. You wanted to pleasure him too, to feel him, to hear him moan. It would be unfair if he was the only one to give and not receive, the only one to see your raw self and you mainly wondered how it would be. He was still working on you, his right hand getting closer to your clothed core while you were unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans. Feeling your hand on his boxer and hard lenght, he growled, pressing his hand on your side.
“Why don’t we just stop playing Y/N ? I can’t deal with this.” he whined.
“I agree!” quickly shifting to remove the rest of your clothes and helping your loved one to do the same. His dick was lazily bouncing against his lower stomach, finally the pressure of the fabric was gone. This time, you pushed him on the bed where he delicately let himself fall in a way that you were towering him. His chest was rising and falling quickly, anticipating what you were going to do, his eyes moving fast to follow your every moves.
You took his lenght into your palm, stroking it slowly then quickening the pace as you could see his muscles flex under the skin. Felix was grunting, his nails digging into the tender skin of your thighs as he was searching a way to reach your heated core. Finally, his fingers were touching it. Rubbing your clit with his thumb, he tried to match the rythm of how you were pumping his dick. You both were a bit rough and clumsy, following your instinct on how to do it but it felt good. You liked to see his eyebrows furrowed as you were teasing the tip of his sex, precum glimmering over it and making it softer. His light touches and the view was getting you more and more wet. Looking at each other right in the eyes, gazes full of lust and love, he made you lay on him, kissing you roughly, fingers intertwining and tongue dancing together. This move made your folds part, your hips moving to grind on his hard dick, your wetness making it slippy. Felix wanted to pin you down right on spot. Your moist slit stroking him like that, your breast brushing against his skin, the sweet scent of your cologne, everything was driving him crazy. He wasn’t sure if he was going to last long at this rate… And so were you. You could feel your inside tightening and a strong wave of pleasure bulking up, ready to crash down any minute.
“Ba-be… Can we do it ?” he said, panting.
You didn’t think about it twice, wanting to let go everything. He made you roll on the side, getting on top once again. On a shelf next to his bed, a small box was sitting between several books and other unidentified things. He grabbed it and opened it, revealing several silver packages and a tube of lubricant. He put it back and teared up the package. Pinching the tip of the condom, he unrolled it over his shaft, pumping himself few times with his hand, making it sure that the lubricant was well applied. This little show was incredibly hot to watch. You wanted him inside of you more than ever before. He parted your legs, positionning himself in front of your entrance, the top slightly caressing it.
“Y/N, are you sure you want to do it now ? If you want to stop, at any time, just tell me and I will okay ?” he assured you with a voice filled with love, stroking your hair and looking a bit worried about your answer. It was honestly reassuring to see how much he had to give you. You knew you meant the world to him and he was everything to you.
“ I trust you Lee Felix.”
A small smile formed on his lips. How cute could you be ? Totally naked and vulnerable.
“I will be gentle.” he answered.
He kissed you forehead and proceeded to penetrate you. The beginning was a bit hard, even with the lubricant and your natural one, your inside where ones of a virgin: tight and narrow. He had to go centimeter by centimeter, stopping, going out and pushing in again. You could feel the pain when your hymen broke. Your face got a bit twisted, making your boyfriend worried. Of course he couldn’t feel your pain but he could feel all the pressure around his member and that it wasn’t as easy as most of the guys his age let him believe.
“Are you okay ? If it’s too painful I’m…”
“No, just keep going” you said smiling at him. It was bearable, you would get used to it in no time. The pain mixed with your pleasure was a weird sensation but it was great. Following your advice, he kept thrusting into you, getting slowly deeper and deeper. The way your walls were so tight around his shaft was making him growl louder, in a deep tone. Never he had felt such a sensation. Trying a way to soothe some of your pain, he managed to massage your clit, not stopping the movement of his hips. It was working. Soon, you weren’t thinking about the pain, only about him inside you, his fingers playing with your sensitive bud, his lips attached to yours or your neck. Your breaths were faster and at this point you were both a moaning mess. Grabbing your thighs and putting them over his waist he started to pound harder into you before letting his arms rest on each side of you. He was getting out of control and you were pulling on his hair, bitting your lips. The pleasure that had waited for so long to be relieved was finally crushing. You hadn’t noticed that you were holding your breath until Felix collapsed on top of you, caressing your hair lovingly.
He stood up to throw the used condom into the bin and grabbing the towel which was hanging behind his door before coming back to you. Softly grasping your legs, he spread them to clean you. He was incredibly caring, making you fall harder for him. You were glad you just had your first time with him, you couldn’t have expected a better boyfriend than him.
“I’m sorry, I think I got a bit too hard at the end.” he said sheepishly, not daring to glance in your direction.
As you remained silent he looked up at you, getting a bit confused by the way you were looking at him. Did he messed up that bad ? Did he hurt you ? But as soon as you started to smile so fondly at him, he felt his heart melting. Tossing the towel, he laid down next to you, covering you with the duvet. You snuggled against his chest, travelling the freckles on his face with your fingers.
“Thank you, I knew you were the one.” this was your answer before you kissed him tenderly
Inspired by Kingdom dance from the Tangled Movie ! Do listen to it while you read <3
This was all your fault.
Having no sense of time permanence and the need to get every detail perfect had driven you to shut yourself up in one of the many dance studios in the Arts building, huffing and puffing and cursing at yourself for being a lazy perfectionist.
It was almost 2 a.m, but here you were, fixing the light skirt around your leotard and leggings as you took the short break your knees were begging you for.
This project was one you had begged your department’s Dean for- the opportunity to choreograph and lead the annual showcase. You needed it to be perfect, exquisite, unforgettable.
So you would suck up the pain and sleeplessness, you would bug that gorgeous senior Yunho into giving you tutorials on how to choreograph for groups, you would spend all your time thinking and visualizing and planning and dancing and perfecting until it was just right-
“Oh. Hey.”
Your train of thought sputtered to a stop when you heard the sound, turning to see Hyunjin standing at the door, dark hair and dark clothes.
“What are you doing here?”
The question ( albeit slightly rude) escaped your mouth before you could control it.
“I didn’t know where else to go.”
That’s when you noticed the dark bags under your best friend’s eyes, his jet-black hair limp and falling gracelessly around his face. His shoulders were slumped under his hoodie, his normally graceful frame suddenly looking small, almost like he was folding into himself.
It was a bad night.
The kind of night Hyunjin liked to slip into an empty studio and dance his anxiety away, letting the precision of his movements carry his pains away.
The sight nearly made you tear up.
How had you not noticed how tired Hyunjin had been looking lately?
Were you seriously that focused on one of your own projects that you forgot about the people that mattered the most to you?
Nothing was more important to you than Hyunjin- your childhood best friend, your soulmate, your partner from the beginning till forever. He was the reason you even found your love for dance- and here you were, disregarding him for god knows how long, all because you were trash at managing your time.
What kind of a best friend were you?
Suddenly, the annual showcase didn’t matter. All you wanted was to see your best friend’s lovely smile stretch over his lips,see his eyes scrunch in that endearing way they always did, see his dramatic reenactments and faux cringe away from him.
The studio had settled into silence as Hyunjin slid to the floor next to a corner of the walls and mirror, presumably setting up his own playlist or stretching.
Your feet moved to the bluetooth stereo system before your mind could catch up. Whether you realized it or not, you knew exactly what to do. The opening strains of the music instantly warmed your body- you didn’t realize you felt cold and empty until the melody filled the void in you with warm, buttery sunlight.
Your limbs sang with the need to jump into an easy dance as you made your way to Hyunjin, who was yet to notice you or the music building around the studio.
“Dance with me!” You grinned, reaching a hand out to Hyunjin where he sat on the wood floor, fixing his shoelace.You had missed this piece, you realized, letting yourself listen to the familiar music. You and Hyunjin had spent late studio nights like this twirling each other around the hardwood floor until you were out of breath but irrevocably exhilarated. Hyunjin looked down at your outstretched hand, then at you, his head cocked as he listened to the music, feeling the energy, the familiarity-
And you had grabbed his hand and hauled him to his feet, sweeping him into a messy hop-twirl-waltz around the studio. An incredulous laugh escaped Hyunjin as he caught his footing, barely able to keep up with you- but the only sound that escaped you was one of pure joy.
The music swelled and wrapped around the both of you as Hyunjin twined an arm around your waist to stabilize the both of you, a grin finally breaking out across his face. The music was like joy trapped in a sound, the building, soaring rhythm and beats needing no effort to follow- it was like the tune urged the both of you to move to the music, pushing you to truly feel the glorious thrill in the notes.
“TWIRL!” You yelled, but Hyunjin only laughed at you before releasing his grip on your waist to let you twirl out and away from him. A gleeful laugh escaped you as your skirt flew up around your body, the sheer ease and flow of every movement suddenly feeling so normal, so familiar to you.
Not seconds later, you were twirled back to Hyunjin , but this time he was the one leading the messy waltz as the music reached its peak, the air light and bright with your joint laughter and the delightful harmony.
And for those glorious seconds, all was good with the world- it was just you and Hyunjin in each other’s arms, dancing the night away and everything felt like it was perfectly as it should be.
As the music began, so it must end- and it did, with the both of you collapsing onto each other in a fit of giddy laughter, clinging to each other as you slid to the floor.
As the giggles trailed off, you swatted at Hyunjin’s chest.
“I’m sorry I spent the last few days disregarding you.”
Hyunjin’s smile was like the sunrise after a dreary night, much like the music that the both of you had come to love.
“Hey, we have forever together, what’s a few days?”
Requests are open for this collection (For Stray Kids and Ateez), so do check out the Masterlist for the prompts and rules! Love, Elliana.
note: welcome to the side stories! these are just some fun side episodes that happen during the course of the story <3 it wont be focused on jeongin and/or y/n exactly, so feel free to skip if you want
warning/s:swearing, attempted murder jokes(?) setting: around ep. 2-3 (bonus! turns out minho slightly lied to y/n about something in ep. 2 )
If you asked someone about what they think you’re like, nine out of ten chances the word “studious” would be strung along those lines. And it’s not like you disagreed, of course. When it came to academics, you really were what was considered a studious student. All the achievements you’ve got lined up from your years of school experience could pretty much speak for themselves. So seeing that, you could say that the public perception of you wasn’t entirely wrong.
But it wasn’t entirely right either.
You see, when it comes to the other meaning of being someone “studious”, you saw yourself standing on the completely opposite side of the spectrum. According to our trusty friend, Google, a studious person is also used to describe someone who shows great care and attention to things. And if you haven’t already considered the chance of faking an amnesia and forget about your constant struggle to apply exactly that to your financial choices, then you could see where this is heading to from a mile away.
Tutoring wasn’t something you’d ever thought of yourself doing. Despite being known as someone who dominated school rankings in multiple subjects, you were also known for being a fairly guarded person. Not to a point where you didn’t have friends, yet enough to not have any close ones. Needless to say, “social” was not one of the words someone would use to describe you unlike the one previously mentioned. The only people being remotely near that level were your Carat classmates (namely Minho, Hyunjin, Jisung, and Felix), who admittedly, you only started talking to because you were in severe lack of people to share SEVENTEEN content to.
So, close may not be the word, but they’re definitely the ones you thought of as being inside your bubble. Not like there’s a lot anyways. Unlike them who are also in a different group with friends they’d say they were so much more closer to than you. One of them being Yang Jeongin.
Ah yes, how could you almost forget. The great incident that led you to this moment: exhausted and in severe lack of sleep. Just like how you never expected to end up tutoring, you never thought it’d be him. It’s not like you hated the guy, he never did anything to you after all. But that was also the issue.
He never did anything that included you.
In other words: you both were simply confined to the relationship of being “just classmates.” Not strangers, far from it actually. There were these two projects you were in the same group for a few years back, but that was about it. You couldn’t say much about Jeongin, the same way he couldn’t for you. So maybe that’s why these progression of events tasted unfamiliar in your mouth.
In your mind, you always considered this kind of tutoring to be something done with friends. Well, unless it’s for a program, which you aren’t in and never will be. No offense to those people, though. You had a lot of respect for services that involve dealing with their clients one on one. On that note, nowhere were you also near being a professional tutor; but just like one, you’re doing this with financial compensation.
You let out a tired yawn as you desperately try to blink away the drowsiness from your eyes. There was certainly a choice that was made in wanting to make a quiz to measure exactly where Jeongin was in terms of history lessons. And there was even more of an option taken in deciding to make it a proper one and stay up late to do so.
You didn’t even have to make it; really, all you had to do was revisit the lessons with him and explain things he had trouble with along the way. But you were feeling nice and thought if he was willing to make an effort on this, then you might as well.
It’s totally not because you felt bad you were planning the bare minimum while he’s out here clinging on to you like you’re his one and only beacon of hope. He’s even going so far as agreeing to pay you per hour. So like a decent person, you want to repay him too by taking it as seriously. Removing the service payment would be too much though. That was your main reason for agreeing anyways.
Tick, tock.
Gosh, this class is so damn long. You couldn’t help but glare at the clock displaying the time. There are only a couple more minutes left till the bell rings, and you’re finally out of here. Last classes of the day are always the ones taking ages to finish. Can this be explained psychologically? Cause you were very willing to know.
Playfully picking at the stuff spread across your desk, you thought back to what you’ll be doing after this. Trailing your eyes to your right, you see Jeongin a couple of desks away. His eyes were busy being trained on his lap, just below his desk.
Hold on a minute, is that his phone?
You rolled your eyes in amusement. Even though you admitted to not being able to say much about Jeongin, he definitely looks like someone who has a rebellious streak. But having already learned that he was much more serious than he lets on, you view this part of him as a lot more endearing now. That little scamming stunt he pulled on you was not appreciated at all though. Well, granted that you were the one who suggested the rates, he could’ve just been going along with it. As said before, you both aren’t the slightest bit close; so he was just probably being polite and not pointing it out. Or at least that’s what you would want to believe anyways. It isn’t nice to assume the worst out of people you didn’t know very well. But basing off the interactions you’ve had so far, he could be a little shit.
In a way, you could actually point out similarities between yourself and Jeongin. If you had to describe it in words, it would be like being two sides of the same coin. Outwardly different, yet still the same. That opinion could easily change though, you believed human perception to be a fragile thing. Even so, you wonder if maybe you both could end up as friends. Your “friend group” is already part of his anyway. Maybe—
The screeching sound of the bell ringing suddenly cuts you off from your short Jeongin analysis. Automatically, you start to panic a bit at your situation.
Shit, you weren’t staring at him, right?
Awkwardly scanning your surroundings discreetly, you let out a sigh of relief. It doesn’t look like anyone noticed. Not that you were actually staring anyways. It was just a look.
After stretching your limbs that were aching from sitting down for a long time, you start to pack your things. It was a fast chore, seeing as it only took you barely two minutes to finish. Looking back towards Jeongin (because you needed to approach him of course, not just to look), you saw him engaging in a small chat with your fellow classmate, Changbin.
Debating on heading over and interrupting their conversation or waiting until the latter leaves, you still for a moment. Yet apparently, Changbin sees this because he called over to you almost immediately.
“Hey Y/N!” He cheerfully greets you while you’re approaching.
“Hi,” you smiled back politely. Wow, isn’t this awkward. Choosing to get this over with, you turned to face Jeongin, “You ready?”
For a second he seems confused, and you fight back the urge to scowl at him. He can’t have forgotten again surely? You can’t always be the one reminding him to attend the sessions. Luckily for you, an imaginary light bulb lit up above his head in remembrance.
“Oh right,” he sheepishly chuckles, lightly scratching at the back of his head, “Almost forgot again.”
Unfortunately, the twitch in your eye could not be stopped. His smile drops instantly. Okay no, that isn’t fair. You feel guilty now.
Changbin cackled at the short exchange. At least one of you is enjoying this situation. Patting your back, he heads off with a “good luck!” Oh you could definitely see how you would need that. After another awkward pause, you and Jeongin finally think to exit the classroom.
“It’s gonna be max one hour right?” He almost pleads. One of these days you’re gonna ask him if he’s just naturally a cheapskate or is he also saving for something. You know you are. And that’s why you respond:
“That depends. Maybe if you get a lot better then we’ll be having shorter sessions,” you shrugged, “For now, I think we have a lot to cover.”
“What—you just want me to pay you more!” Jeongin whines in protest, and that almost makes you feel sorry. Keyword: almost.
You don’t reply to him as there was nothing to refute. He wasn’t wrong after all. Though there seems to be a lot to cover with him truthfully; overall, he wasn’t wrong about your motives. The lack of response elicits a scandalized gasp being exaggerated from him.
“So you really are just planning to make me pay more!” He states like it’s top quality gossip. You could only shrug.
“Look, we just have two sessions a week planned. Might as well make the most of it,” was your honest answer. Jeongin stares for a quick moment before starting to laugh out loud. You gape at him, baffled at his sudden outburst. He gives you a delighted grin back.
“You’re a lot more entertaining than I thought,” he admits.
Huh.
What were you exactly supposed to feel with that? As if sensing your confused thought process, he clears his throat.
“I mean it in a good way. To be honest, I always thought you were someone whose only hobby was to study. So like, I just thought you were the boring type. Oh, that’s mean to say. Sorry, my bad!“ You blink unsurely, and that sets him off rambling again, "Well now I know you’re also a fan of that K-Pop group some of my friends are into! You’re also friends with them right?” He chirps.
Yes, chirps. He’s a lot chirpier than you remembered.
“You could say that,” you finally respond. He seems to like that answer because he quite literally beams brighter.
“Let’s hang out sometimes! With them too if you want,” Jeongin suggests.
Contrasting to your little segment about why you didn’t have many friends earlier, you actually really like the idea. Maybe it’s time for you to make real friends. You yourself know you can’t stay like this forever. It’s your last year in high school, you should be making good memories before it ends. Jeongin notices you perking up at the suggestion and smiles.
Not gonna lie, he kinda has a nice smile.
Aggressively brushing off the intrusive thought, you continue walking. Jeongin is by your side initiating small talk, while you respond to whatever you need to. You would never tell him this, but he’s a lot more comfortable to talk to than you originally expected.
In person, you and him really do look like different sides of a coin. You’re very aware of the drastic difference in the way you act in person compared to how you talk in messages. What can you say, being behind a screen just makes you feel a lot more confident in conversing compared to doing so verbally. You’re pretty sure Jeongin has noticed this by now, just choosing not to say it to your face. Whether you’re thankful for that or not, explaining the whole concept isn’t that appealing to do anyways.
Out of nowhere, you’re suddenly very conscious of the speed you both are traveling at. The library is already in view, and only a couple more steps is the entrance, yet you chose to focus on how long it actually took to get here.
Does it normally take this long to walk to the library for him? It is for you, however if you recall any memories you have of Jeongin walking or running, he always looked fast. He’s an athlete after all, and soccer is literally a game you play while running. So through what you observed, you just naturally assumed he’s on the faster side. Wait, faster side?
Was he matching your pace the whole time?
The sudden heat that creeps up your face is barely manageable to ignore. It’s from the embarrassment of walking too slow, you conclude. Being flattered by the action is totally only a small part of it. It’s just Jeongin. A classmate, maybe a friend soon, but as of the moment, just acquaintances. Nothing big to fuss about.
You quickly realize that you’re both standing in front of the library doors now. Instinctively, you try to head first and reach for the door, but it seems like someone beat you to it—and all you see is Jeongin holding the door open, waiting for you to go in.
What the fuck?
You almost malfunction right then and there. Holy shit, Y/N! Get a grip! It’s like the bare minimum for proper manners, also normal as a friendly action too. All those romance books are getting to your head! Do something! Anything!
So you choose to thank him quietly instead. Quite an underwhelming response compared to the mini-breakdown you had just a few seconds ago. You inwardly scowled at yourself for making such a big deal over a simple act of decency. It’s no different than sacrificing sleep to make him a quiz. And that’s exactly what you already did for him.
The bar is so low. You grimace at the thought. Is this really how we live? Because damn, this is sad. Ah, forget that for now. You have a tutoring session to lead.
That’s when you find yourself already sitting in front of Yang Jeongin.
This is going too fast for no reason.
"Wait, before we start I have something to give you,” he says while rummaging through his bag.
For heaven’s sake what is it now? You’re sure you already received enough heart stopping moments for the day. That plus your severe lack of sleep is making you feel so unstable. Oh, that must be why.
You let out a startled noise when Jeongin suddenly slaps a folder on the table. You looked at it with question. What you were looking at seemed to be a simple brown cardboard folder. The contents were surely something you didn’t expect though.
“Are these your quiz papers?” You gasp in shock. You knew he was serious about raising his grade but this is serious, serious!
“What? Don’t be so shocked,” he scoffs playfully, “I just tried to compile the quizzes we got back. My midterm score sheet is also there. Thought it’d make this session faster.”
Taken so aback by the combination of the action and his following explanation, you could only let out a laugh. Now it’s his turn to be shocked.
“I’m sorry—” you wheezed, “And here I thought you did this cause you really wanted to pass!”
Jeongin’s face contorts comically to protest. Eyebrows furrowed, framing his eyes that were opened wide as a way of conveying his complaints.
“That too, duh! But I still need to have money by the end of this week okay…” His voice trails off. You look at him amused. Jeongin notices and glares back as a reply. You snort at the action.
Opening the folder, you quickly scanned through its contents. Yeah, the scores are low alright. One 35 over 100, another being 40 over 97, is that a 24 over 83? You hum.
“That bad huh,” Jeongin observes you. He crosses his arms while pressing his lips to a thin line.
“Hm. It’s not as devastating as I thought, I can tell there was an effort in answering these at least,” he quirked an eyebrow at your response.
Taking out the quiz you pulled an all-nighter to finish, you handed it to him. After seeing all the contents, Jeongin looks like the whole world just got destroyed in front of his eyes.
“Don’t be so dramatic,” you sigh, “It’s just to see where you are general knowledge wise. No studying yet. I just want to consider how much and what you actually know.”
“Alright,” he slumps, feeling defeated. You smile at him for encouragement. That seemed to lift his mood up a little.
While he’s busy answering your quiz, you take the time to list down notes about his quiz performances that can help you tutor him better. From what you can see, he seems to know general events quite well. It’s the details that are often lost to him. He’s not a hopeless case. An annoyed huff cuts off your concentration.
What a sight.
This made you chuckle to yourself. His hair is a bit of an adorable mess now from the constant running through it, eyes burning with what you could only hope is determination and not blazing anger over a subject, and his lower lip caught in a bite. As much as you hate to admit it, he’s actually really cute like this. It’s the natural pretty boy charm, you guess. Jeongin is undoubtedly on the more handsome side. A platonic compliment, of course.
You continue to watch him with interest as he moves from question to question, shading the choices he thinks are correct. Did you mention the quiz is in multiple choice? Yeah, you couldn’t be bothered to make him do essays or fill in the blanks. Especially if you’re the one checking it afterwards. That, and torturing him like that on the first day would be plain cruel. 100% would do it, but he’s been a lot nicer to you so far.
“I’m done,” Jeongin announces enthusiastically while handing you the paper, “I think this is the best I’ve done in a history quiz!”
Oh no. That always ends up badly. You know how they say that when you think something is really easy, then you’re probably doing it wrong? Yeah.
You scan over his answers and end up internally crying over the results. You were right. It did end up badly. He got more than 6 answers correctly though! Your realization of the forced optimism crashes on you like a brick. Coughing unsurely, you pushed the paper back towards him.
“A-am I—should I be impressed?"
Jeongin groans in defeat. He sadly melts on the chair like goo. Poor him. He’s really trying. You just really can’t force yourself to ace something you don’t know. Tapping your finger on the table, you glance at him. If you squint, you could probably see his soul trying to escape his body.
So, I thought that for my 200 follower celebration I should open up requests again (this is a horrible idea considering i get back to classes on the 28th). So here we are!20:03
And no, I’m not reusing some of my fav prompts of my old prompt list. 20:03
Prompt list
Dialogue
A.We may be angry at each other but that doesn’t mean I can’t say I love you before going to work.
B. Nothing is happening between us, ever.
C. Is it so hard for you to believe Iloveyou?
D. I just need to tell you before you go.
E. I thought you weren’t happy, so I let you go.
F. I know you don’t want to talk to me but have a good day today, now you can proceed to ignore my existence again.
G.You can’t just say that, disappear and expect me not to act on it.
H. Don’t cry, you know I’ll cry if you cry.
I.I know I should not feel like this, but I do.
J. I guess we are both disappointed now, huh?
K. I am too drunk for this shit.
L.I am certainly not drunk enough.
M.You just can’t be gone for three years and hope I will still be waiting for you.
N. Do you remember that time you swore you weren’t going to date me? Oh shut up.
Ñ.Is it so hard for you to understand I love you and not them?!
O.This is not just a fucking friendship.
P. I know were are not friends… or anything like that, but I’m just one call away for anything you need.
Q. I think we both can tell it was not one of my brightest moments.
R. I don’t care what other people think, I only care about you.
S. You are already here, just stay the night.
T. Coward. / I think intelligent is the words you are searching for.
U.I’m joking but if you want me not to then I’m not.
V.I could’ve left all this time if I wanted to, but I chose to stay,
X. I just apparently love you so much I feel like crying sometimes.
W.What are we?
Y. When did we fall out of love?
Z. If you walk out that door you are not welcomed back.
Situational
1.Falling for your niece’s handsome teacher.
2.Maybe-I-didn’t-hate-you-as-much-as-I-though kind of love.
3. I’ve loved you for so long I never noticed and just tried filling up the space you weren’t.
4. We see each other on the bus/train everyday but we never talk.
5. You come very week to my flowershop to buy the same three flowers.
6. Me (an empath) sensing you dislike me so I will partner us up on a project.
7. You are so so pretty I can’t help but stare and you caught me.
8. Falling for a stranger who’s common in your life.
9. Your brother’s best friend is kinda cute.
10. When in need of a date, your only option is your friend’s friend, who annoys your existence.
New (3) unread messages:
Feel totally free to just frop by my asks and bend this prompts in any type of AU you would like, from florist and college to the goddamn zombie apocalypse, from the fluffiest tooth-rotting shit to the most heart breaking angst, anything. 21:03
I will write for any of the fandoms I have in my masterlist. 22:03
I still won’t write smut tho. 22:03
And I’m in liberty of denying any requests that make me uncomfy23:03
Oh, and y'all can just drop by your own scenarios22:03
