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3 dates | c.sc

pairing ➳ badboy!Seungcheol x female!reader

genre ➳ badboy au, romance, some fluff, angst, bad attempt at humour, gets spicy at the end.

word count ➳ 12.4k+ (i have NO idea how this became so long so strap in for a ride)

warnings ➳ cursing, mentions of killing, mentions criminal activities, slight violence(non explicit), smoking, ma man Seungcheol ain't your typical badboy, self doubt, blackmailing, reader does all sorts of risky things cuz she's a SIMP, blood(nothing explicit), kissing, marking, some breast worshipping, grinding, reader is horny lol. (Please lemme know if I forgot anything.)

synopsis ➳ after one fateful encounter with him you cannot get him out of your head. so you opt to do some crazy things to catch his attention and even snag a few dates with him. only trouble is he isn't the type to stay after the whole disposition is over.

Swirling the third drink in your hand you heave yet another depressed sigh. You are so tired that you feel like you can just slump on the counter and pass out. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to stop for a drink, you alcohol riddled brain thinks.

The plans you had with Katelyn was cancelled last moment; she called to tell you that her thesis submission date was moved forward and so she couldn't hang out with you tonight. You're in the middle of an existential crisis quite literally, the too many part time jobs yet still lack of money and copious amounts of study getting to you. Staring hard at your drink you contemplate if it is worth giving up on college and your dream of becoming an arts major. It sure feels tempting right now, the long hours at the diner and not enough sleep at night proving to be the worst nuisance.

Sighing you put down your drink. It's still early, you should go home and try to catch up on the much needed sleep. You really had no intention of grabbing a drink tonight; you have morning classes tomorrow but you made a last moment decision to stop for a drink on your way back home. You didn't take your usual route to home today, and while trudging through the streets tiredly you came across this bar called Seventeen's. You've heard stories about this place, how it is the home to local gangs and how it's bad people's turf and what not. Your curiosity, probably too much of that made you get inside for a drink even though all the bones in your body ached. The inside is what you expected, nowhere near fancy but dingy, just decent enough. The people inside didn't look friendly and if the chains and tattoos on them gave any indication you'd say the rumours are true; this is the turf of gangs. The drinks taste decent, not the best but not the worst and from the overall look of this place you don't really have a reason to come back.

You're about to stand up from your stool when a large, clammy hand grabs your wrist out of nowhere, making you jump. "Hey sexy, sit down. Let me buy you a drink," the owner of the hand, a large, tattooed middle aged man slurs making your nose scrunch out of disgust. You're wearing nothing that can be called sexy; a plain cardigan and jeans and the way he looks you up and down makes you want to poke his eyes out.

You really shouldn't have come here. Clenching your jaw, you meet his eyes, "What makes you think I'm interested to have a drink with you?"

"Oh come on, why would you be here then, lookin' all nice? Just sit down," the man drawls, an ugly smile on his face. He still hasn't let go of your wrist and it's making you impatient. Looks like you're gonna have to kick his balls tonight. Maybe the self defense classes didn't completely go to waste.

"Get your disgusting hands off me while I'm being nice, sleazeball," you hiss at him, trying to get his hand off. The man stands up growling, "What did you say you bitch?" You're preparing to break his nose when out of nowhere a punch lands on his face that sends him tumbling to the ground. The attacker gets on top of him and twists his arm and you can literally hear a bone snap.

Shit.

"I think she said she is not interested," the man hisses, landing yet another another hit on his face before kicking his groin and getting up. When he turns around and his eyes meet yours, your heart skips a few beats and you almost The man is drop dead gorgeous, someone you would not expect to see here but probably on the cover of a high end magazine. His blond hair is long, crossing the nape of his neck as well as some covering his forehead. What takes your breath away the most is his eyes, the most beautiful pair you've ever seen. They seem to have their own galaxies in them, so deep and mesmerising and decorated with lashes long enough to make you jealous. His dress up, black jacket and jeans, immediately tells you what he is; a gang member.

"You should get home, lady," He speaks in a no nonsense tone, his face cold as ice. But you're offended. "Excuse me? Who are you calling lady? You make it sound like I'm old." You puff your cheeks and cross your arms, trying to appear intimidating. "Besides I had the situation under control, you didn't need to butt in." The man keeps looking at you with that no nonsense look, his features displaying annoyance if you are right and he's clearly not intimidated. The dude on the floor grunts and makes an effort to get up, only to be kicked by your saviour once more. "Hey Mingyu, get him out of here. What was this piece of trash doing here anyway?" The man orders to someone before turning to look at you, "Do you live far?"

"Uh- no, a ten minutes walk from here maybe," you reply unsurely, surprised at his question. The blond haired man nods before grabbing your wrist, "I'll walk you home. Hurry up, lady." You have a feeling he's purposely calling you that and though you start following him out of the bar, you make grunts of protest.

"Oh yeah, why? Trying to find out my address? So you can come later and hurt me like that guy?" You would not be this brazen if it wasn't for the alcohol in your system, after all the man next you isn't a friendly one if the rumours are true. The man raises a brow at you, "Did you do something that requires me to beat you up?" You hiccup at his serious tone. Does he not get a joke? He lets go of your hand now that you're at a safe distance from the bar but still stays close enough to you as your steps are rather stumbling and messy. You aren't fully drunk but your body is tired and feels like will shut down any second.

You really need some sleep.

"You know I'm not that drunk. You don't have to walk me home." You complain. "I'm walking you home because this isn't a nice place you should be alone at night. What happened earlier could happen again." He says not looking at you. "Mhmm," you keep on trudging behind him, "Thank you so much for your kind gesture, sir." You mock him but he doesn't reply, staring straight ahead, completely ignoring you as he walks quietly. In silence you two walk the rest of the path, before finally stopping as your apartment comes into view. At this point it feels like your bones will break and you will plop down on the concrete any second, but you manage to keep standing. "Well, thanks for walking me home." You shift your weight from one foot to another. "And for helping me back there." He shrugs coolly, a bored expression on his face. He's turning to walk away when you call, "Hey- I didn't get your name."

"What do you need it for?" He side glances at you. You shrug, "I don't know. You helped me so I thought it'd be nice to know your name." "You don't need to. Go inside, lady." He says, his tone final and starts marching away. You wait a couple moments before yelling, "Asshole!" and quickly rushing inside your building, partly afraid he's gonna come back.

You won't be surprised if you get killed tonight.

"So you are telling me Choi Seungcheol walked you home?" Katelyn screams in your ear, jolting up from her seat, earning glares from other people at the library in the process. "That's his name?" You whisper-yell, grabbing her hand to pull her back down. "I'm guessing from the blond hair you said," Katelyn shrugs. "Uh huh." You mean back in your chair, "He was hot though."

"Is that seriously all you have to say?" Katelyn whines exasperatedly. "No, I mean, if it wasn't for the way he dresses or talks I would have thought he's a model or something." You murmur.

"Are you sure he didn't hurt you?" Katelyn questions. "Hell no!" You frown. "He saved me from that creepy old dude. I was surprised too. I wish I didn't drink so much, I could have gotten a better look at his face," you sigh. "Seriously?" Katelyn raises a brow at you.

"Girl, you should have seen him. His aura and the way he carried himself was...so hot." You grin to yourself. Katelyn watches you like you've grown two heads. "Are you trying to tell me you have a crush on that gangster?" You smile sheepishly, "Maybe, I mean it's harmless. He was broody yet charming and I'm a girl so.... Also, it's not like he likes me too and is gonna come running whenever I ask him to bang me." You mutter.

"Oh he's gonna break your bones and bang your skull against a wall. That's what he's gonna do."

"Come on! Maybe he isn't so bad. Maybe the rumours are just rumours. Maybe he just looks intimidating and dresses up like that and people thinks he's a gangster." "Really? His name is on every bad thing that happens around here. From illegal racing to murders. Do you know that people say he has killed too?" "Like I said, rumours," you shrug being your stubborn self. Katelyn holds her hands up in surrender, "You know what? It doesn't matter. I'm glad you're alive so let's just put this behind us, shall we?" You don't reply but wiggle your brows at her, a conspirational look on your face. "Oh no, don't look at me like that," Katelyn warns. "Let's go to that bar tonight. Please?" You give her your best puppy eyes. "What are you? Fucking crazy? You wanna get killed?" She whisper-yells, scowling at you. "No. I just wanna take another look at him. Without the alcohol in my system you know. Besides, the place isn't that bad." You reply.

"Well then get killed by yourself. I'm not coming with you."

"I'll help you with your papers for the rest of the semester."

"Shit."

"Well, looks like your wish won't be coming true," Katelyn muses chugging down her fourth glass as you keep playing with your first one. It's nearing an hour since you've come to the bar and there has been no sign of the man you desperately seek. The place is exactly like it was the other day, filled with people who you wouldn't want to mess with.

Yet here you are.

"Let's call it a night," Katelyn sighs. "We're just wasting our time." You know that too but you don't want to leave; not just yet. You are well aware that this is just pathetic but you've this crazy urge to see that man once again. You don't know why you feel this way; you never felt like this before. Why are thinking yourself to death about a complete stranger? Has some kind of spell been casted on you?

"Yeah, let's get going," you murmur half heartedly. You help your friend stand up as she's a little wobbly on her feet and together you make your way through the door. "Should we call a cab?" You ask Katelyn. She shakes her head no and you nod, you arms wrapped around hers to support her in case she looses her balance. You start stepping away from the bar and towards the road to her place until a noise from behind makes you stop in your tracks.

"Did you hear that?" You ask, whipping your head behind. There's no one around and the street is mostly dark other than the light flashing from the name of the bar. You hear the sound once again and this time you can locate where it's coming from. There's an abandoned playground at the back of the bar and you've a feeling that's the source.

Katelyn hisses as she sees you step towards there. "What are you doing!"

"Didn't you hear that?"

"Yes I did. That's why I say we leave!" You ignore her and cautiously keep on stepping forward, mentally cursing yourself for wearing heels. Katelyn follows behind you murmuring all kinds of warnings. "You know curiosity killed the cat, right?" She whispers.

You roll your eyes, "Well I'm not a cat. Just- be quiet. It can be nothing." You both move past the bar gingerly and towards the playground at the back. There are old gallons of oil and abandoned materials just around the corner and you two quickly hide among them. It takes you a while to get adjusted to the low light after you poke your head up from the hiding spot.

You're eyes fix on him immediately. His blond hair makes him easily recognisable amid the darkness. There is a few more people around him, all kicking something in the ground. Not something, but someone. The man lying on the ground groans in pain and you realize this is what you both heard. "Shit," You hear Katelyn curse from beside you. "We need to get going." Instead of replying, you keep your eyes trained on the scene unfolding, holding your breath. You're tranced. Seungcheol lands continuous punched on the guy laying below him and after a moment his writhing frame seems to stop moving as it falls limp.

Fuck.

"You know in movies this is the part where people get caught." Katelyn whispers, her voice hoarse and her hand clutching yours in a tugging motion. "Uh-huh. But I can't seem to move. I wonder if he's... really dead." You whisper back. "Are you fucking crazy!" She hisses. "You wanna witness murder?"

Before you can reply you hear a sound that echoes through the empty field and it takes a second for you two to realise that it came from any one of you two. You don't have the time to figure out who made it as you both are crawling away from the playground without looking back, head crouched low to avoid being seen. You don't know if they heard that or if they're coming behind you, you both just keep scrambling, moving until you're past the corner. As soon as possible you both get on your feet and run like the grim reaper is chasing you, stopping only when you are far enough from the bar.

"I am never listening to you again!" Katelyn yells.

It's been a good few days since your near death experience and you somehow find yourself in front of that bar once again. You and Katelyn have not brought up that incident after that night. You made yourself believe that it was over and came to a conclusion that it is better to forget that man and leave all of it behind, no matter how much your heart disagreed. But it's easier said than done; you may not mention him out loud but in the back of your mind you think of him. He's like a ghost, haunting you all the time, plagueing your thoughts when you go to bed at night. It felt like he was ever existent and there was an itch in your heart that drove you insane.

Maybe that's why your subconscious brought you here, in front of Seventeen's, once again. You were on your way back home from library and you thought you took your usual route, until you realized you were standing in front of that place. But what is even terrifying is that the man haunting your mind stands in front of the entrance of the bar and you blink a few times to make sure you are not hallucinating. He's leaned against the entrance door, cigarette between his lips and from his pocket he fetches a lighter to light the poison in his mouth.

Damn, lighting up a cigarette never looked this sexy.

He hasn't seen you yet and you contemplate running the other way. That's the sensible thing to do but you, not being a sensible person, start walking towards him. Your footsteps make him look up and notice you and like the last time, there is no expression on his face. It's the same bored yet handsome face except now in daylight you can take a better look at him and this time, you notice a little mole on the left of his face, by his nose. Realising he's gonna stay silent you decide to speak, "Hi... It's me... Do you remember me?" Wow. That's such an intelligent thing to ask.

With the monotoned yet serious expression on his face, he goes, "Why won't I? I don't have Alzheimer's."

So he can joke.

You laugh, an awkward, probably exaggerated laugh. "What are you doing here? Did you not learn your lesson last time?" He cuts to the chase, his voice brassy and deep, almost threatening. You want to roll your eyes. "Who are you to say? I can be wherever I want whenever I want, thank you very much." "Well then, have fun getting in trouble like last time." He's nonchalant as he blows a smoke right past you and stands up straight, turning away. "Wait!" You almost grab his hand, desperate to stop him.

What is wrong with you? Your subconscious slaps her forehead. What are you holding him back for? To say 'hello sir, I think you're hot, can you please put your dick inside me'? Seungcheol turns his head back, his eyebrow cocked up.

Why do you find everything about him so attractive?

"Um...I know your name, Seungcheol." You speak, trying to sound intimidating, like knowing his name gives you some power over him. There's something definitely wrong with you which is why you don't want him to leave just yet and which is why you're stalling time. But it seems to have done the job as he pulls the cigarette out of his mouth and turns towards you, an annoyed look on his face. "How do you know that?" The timbre of his tone is deep and it rakes shivers down your spine. "Well, you've built quite a reputation for yourself so it isn't hard to get your name." You shrug coolly. "Well, if you know so much about my reputation, you should know what I'm capable of." His lone is low, almost threating as he starts to take slow steps towards you making you step back out of reflex.

Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. Maybe you will also end up like the curious cat.

"Oh yes, I know. People have got a lot to say about you," you try to sound unfazed, not meeting his eyes that you feel are burning holes on your face. "What are you doing here, lady?" he asks slowly, pausing between each word and glaring at you as he continues to step forward. You can feel his patience thinning.

"I swear to God if you call me that-"

"What are you doing here?" This time his tone is scary, too scary. It makes you lose the ability to speak for a second as his dark gaze bores into you. He has backed you up against the wall behind you and you swallow. Right, what are you doing here? It probably has something to do with a very hot individual and his insanely attractive aura. Scratch that you are a hundred percent sure it has something to do with the blond haired, enticing man in front of you. He's driving you mad and you need to get your fill of him.

"Go out with me," you state and you are sure you've never spoken words more stupid than that. Internally, you cringe and pray that the ground below you would open and take you straight to the fiery pits.

This is the first time you see some sort of expression come across his face; surprise. He looks utterly shocked and somewhat confused. His mouth opens just a little and he squints at you, "What?"

There's no going back now.

"Go out with me. Let's go on three dates." you say once more, looking him in the eye. He seems to appear even more surprised, a dumbstruck look sitting on his face. He observes you quietly for a while and you can feel the gears in his head shifting. You wonder what he's gonna say next. Or maybe he won't say anything but bang your head on the wall and leave you to die alone. "I'm sorry I'm not following," he looks genuinely perplexed. "I want to go on three dates with you. They say after three dates you can figure out whether you like that person or not and I think I like you so..."

I think I like you.

The biggest understatement of the year.

Seungcheol tilts his head, an amused expression on his face as he studies you, those sharp eyes of his settling on yours, "What is your deal, sweetheart?" He crosses his arms, a brow raised. Sweetheart? That's new. And definitely better than lady. You can't deny how hearing him call you that makes your insides melt. "Nothing. I just want to date you," you shrug, trying to keep your wits together. His proximity is driving you wild; you can sniff a faint smell of cologne and cigarette, him being inches away from you. This time he laughs loudly, a mocking laugh you'd say. "Who sent you?"

Oh my god.

You roll your eyes. "Nobody sent me! Do I look like I'm a gang member or something?" "Then I don't see a reason why you'd want to date me," He states, throwing a challenging look at you.

"What if I said I have a thing for bad boys?"

He snorts. "You don't look the type to date bad boys," he mocks. "Who are you to say that?" You cross your arms. "I want to date you because I think you're hot, okay?" You can not believe you just said that. Looks like you don't have control over your mouth anymore. Warmth spreads throughout your face like a forest fire.

Seungcheol narrows his eyes on you, his tongue poking his cheek as he stands in front of you as if trying to read your mind. After a beat he sighs before looking at you, his eyes becoming darker than usual and his gaze unforgiving. "Hey. Does it look like I'm playing house here? Do you have any idea about the shit I do? The dirty work I do? I don't care if you have a fucking fetish or whatever but this is the last time I'm warning you. I don't want to see you around again. If I see you here once more, you're in fucking trouble," he spits and starts stomping away. His tone is serious and you know very well he is not joking, which is why you use your last resort. You're embarrassed at yourself for being so desperate but at the same time you feel shameless. It has almost turned into a game at this point, you want to make him surrender. That's right, you want him to give in. "You shouldn't be like that with me. I saw you, a few days ago. That night, when you and your friends were beating up that guy...in the playground," you casually stroll to come stand right behind him.

You can't believe you are blackmailing a gangster. Your death must be near.

Seungcheol whips his head back, his eyes glaring at you and you can almost see fire in them. Finally, you got his attention.

"My friend also saw it, we both did. You killed him, didn't you? Me and my friend witnessed a murder. What do you say? Should we go to the station?" You can see his jaw clench and you can't hold back a victorious smirk. Moments pass by as your words hang in the air and the tension between you gets thicker. Yet once more he surprises you, breaking the silence with a chuckle, "Well I killed one person, what makes you think I can't take care of another?"

You swallow.

"Well, my friend already knows so if I go missing you can be sure that the cops will come to you first." You throw back at him.

When did you get so wreckless?

Seungcheol stares at you for a few more seconds before shrugging and moving his hand dismissively, "Well then go tell the cops. I don't give a shit." He starts walking back to the bar leaving you starstruck. He stops and turns towards you before opening the door, "Also, I meant it. I hope I don't see you around. Otherwise I may just have to hurt that pretty face."

You don't show up after that.

Mostly because you are embarasssed.

It's been a good while after your last encounter with Seungcheol and you didn't go to the police, obviously. Because you don't have evidence and from what you've heard Seungcheol is pretty influential around here and you don't need to go to an extent to get on his bad side. You're definitely gonna end up dead if you do so, which you don't want just yet.

Classes have just finished and you and Katelyn step out of the classroom together, walking through the hallways and into the main campus. She rambles on about some bad sushi she ate yesterday while your mind remains preoccupied. Maybe you need to get laid. Maybe that'll make you forget about Seungcheol. You just need good dick that's probably why you were so desperate for him.

That's just a stupid lie.

You don't realise Katelyn is calling you until she shakes you by the shoulder and you snap back into reality. You notice her face is as pale as a ghost and following her line of sight your eyes stop on him.

Him. Seungcheol.

What?

You double take, blinking furiously to confirm your vision. He's standing there, in the parking area of your uni, leaned against a convertible Ferrari, a cigarette between his lips. He looks relaxed, like he does this regularly. Students whisper in each others ear while gawking at him curiously. "What did you do!" Katelyn yells. "Nothing!" You hiss back.

"Then why is he here!"

"I don't know!"

Your eyes meet with Seungcheol's and a smirk spreads across his face making you shiver. He stands up straight and tilts his head, an indication for you to come closer to him. "Fuck, he's here for me," you mumble. "Of course he's here for you, dumbass," Katelyn snaps. "Well, if I don't return, you know who killed me." You sigh starting to walk towards him. "Wait- you're going with him?" She asks incredulously.

"Don't worry. I'll keep my phone on. I don't think he's gonna murder me, I mean there are so many witnesses." You inhale deeply, leaving behind a lost looking Katelyn.

Seungcheol says nothing as you stand right in front of him raising an inquisitive brow but he only holds open the door for you to get in. Deciding to follow him you enter the car quietly and a wave of gasps go through the crowd.

There's gonna be talk about this tomorrow.

Seungcheol, still smirking victoriously for some reason rounds the car and gets inside and within seconds you're hitting the road. There's a thick silence for a while, which feels like ages to you. You're overwhelmed, bewildered to say anything; your poor brain still processing what is happening. You're nervous, jittery as you fiddle with you bag and look out on your side, for some reason scared to look at him.

What if he really kills you? He wouldn't, right?

"You're awfully quiet," Seungcheol says matter of factly as he spares you a glance while driving.

"I'm... processing."

"What are you, a robot?"

"Why are you doing this?" You question instead.

"Doing what?"

"Okay, you know very well what I mean. Why are you picking me up from uni all of a sudden? How do you even know I'm a student there?" "I have resources and...you didn't protest at all. You came along nicely," Seungcheol raised a brow at you, a cocky smile on his lips. You don't answer but continue to stare at him, trying to pin him down with your gaze. He finally sighs and pulls the car to a stop by the side of the road, the sudden brake making you slightly jerk in your seat. "I've decided to give you those 3 dates. That's why," He is calm, unreadable and you wonder if this is a prank. Then again, he has no reason to prank you, does he? "Really?" Your voice comes out breathy. "Yes. I thought I'd give you a taste of how it feels to be with someone like me. I can scare people without physically hurting them you know," He says in a menacing tone.

"So what? You're taking me to an underground fight or something?" You question. "Nah, we're keeping it simple today." He smirks as he starts the car again and turns on the radio, an indication that he doesn't want to converse anymore.

Shamelessly you take a good look at Seungcheol; he's dressed in another jacket today paired with a black tee underneath. Today, you notice he has upped his accessory game, his fingers full of rings and chains dangling from his neck. But what catches your attention is a tattoo, something like a dragon and words written in a language you don't understand, peeking from underneath his sleeve. You almost ask about it but decide it'll probably be too much and he wouldn't answer you anyway.

As you do so, in the back of your mind you think you should have dressed better, something cuter, more appropriate for a date rather than a plain blouse and jeans. But then again who knew Choi Seungcheol was gonna show up out of the blue. You're gnawing at your lower lip, lost in your thoughts when the car is pulled to a halt and you realize your ride is over. You're parked in front of a diner called Lacy's and from the vibe that the place is giving, you can tell that this is place where people like him hang out. You raise a questioning brow at Seungcheol who says, "I know it doesn't look fancy but trust me I has some of the best food I've ever eaten." Taking his words for now you quickly type out a text to Katelyn letting her know you're in one piece and get out of the car.

Once you're seated you look around the place which is relatively empty except some men playing pool at the far end. You watch Seungcheol who has gone to the reception booth to place your orders; his posture relaxed as he leans against the counter and talks to the girl standing there. They seem to know each other because their chat takes longer than it should and the girl has a shy, almost flirty smile on her face.

He probably fucks her.

You shake the thought off your head as the gangster comes back and sits in front of you. There's silence for a second as you wonder if you should just ask the questions that run free around your mind. "Are the rumours true?" You blurt out. He's raises a brow.

"About you. You know..."

"Do you want them to be true?" He asks back. "I don't...know," you reply. "Well, I think it depends on each person. If you want it to be true it is true, if you don't it isn't," he shrugs, leaning back in his chair. "Why don't you just give me a straight answer?" you snap. He smirks as if he's having fun but doesn't reply, watching you with his arms crossed. You roll your your eyes, blowing out an exasperated breath. "You know, I haven't seen one like you. Willingly hanging out with dangerous people, going to dangerous places. You say you saw me kill someone yet you're here. You're almost desperate to get in trouble," he observes. "I'm not desperate to get in trouble. I just...I'm just- attracted to you alright?" This is so embarrassing. You need to shut your mouth. "You've been on my mind ever since that night. I wanna see exactly how deep I'm into you." You bite your lip.

That's enough. You will boost his ego through the roof like this.

Seungcheol studies you for a bit before grinning cockily, "Well, if you didn't know, I am trouble baby. Just you being with me might end you up in a mess." Before you can reply, your food is served, that same girl from the booth setting down your plates and looking at Seungcheol for a bit too long with that same stupid smile which he returns. You don't know why but you feel jealous, jealous of whatever these two share, whatever she has with him.

You've lost your mind at this point. You're on a high that is Seungcheol. He has made you forget your morals, made you completely lose your mind. Or maybe you've been too good all your life and seeing him brought out that crazy, thrill seeking part of yourself.

Silently you dig into your food and as Seungcheol said, the food is really good. This is one of the best meatloaf you've ever had and you can't help but moan. Seungcheol watches you with an amused smile before popping a fry in his mouth.

"What's your major?" Seungcheol asks out of the blue.

"Uh- sociology."

"Mmhmm."

You're about to ask him what he studied in college but you assume he probably never went to one so you seal your lips. You wonder what his background is and who his parents are but you don't want to get too personal on the first day. So you ask something else, "How old are you?" He laughs out loud before he deadpans, "Thirty five." "What!" You almost choke.

There's no way he's-

"Why? What did you expect?"

"I... I don't know! A few years older than me? You're kidding right? You don't look thirty five." He has to be bluffing. "And how old would you be?" "You shouldn't ask a woman her age," you try to make a point. "Don't you have any manners?" He smirks,"I don't, sweetheart. To answer your question, I'm twenty eight."

Uh huh.

"Well, I'm twenty one," you mutter under your breath. You don't know if he hears it because he doesn't give any reaction, busy twirling a fry in sauce. The rest of your meal is full of silence as you wonder if your date will end like this; dry and boring. He's awfully silent and seems to be lost in thoughts as he doesn't engage in a conversation. You're about to take your last bite when the silence is broken by him.

"What did you see that night?" He leans over, his elbows resting on the table as he suddenly regards you with a sombre look, his earlier cockiness vanished. His eyes have once again gone dark and his demeanor says he's not being superficial right now. You're caught off guard as you cough loudly, reaching for your glass to take a sip of water. "What?"

"You heard me. What did you see that night? Exactly how much did you see?" He repeats. You're confused. You thought he didn't care about it. He said it didn't matter. So why is he bringing it up now? You've worked hard to push that night in the deepest part of your brain, pretending it didn't happen.

And then suddenly it clicks.

"You!" You point an accusatory finger at him as you catch on to his plan. "You've agreed to go out with me so that you can find out what I saw that night!" Seungcheol groans, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Ugh, just fucking tell me!" He snaps, annoyed that you've found out his little scheme. You scoff, "I thought you said you didn't care? Besides it's not like I'm going to tell the police." He rolls his eyes and leans back into the couch. "Just tell me and let me go."

You're baffled. His actions didn't make any sense and you actually thought he had no other intentions behind dating you but holy shit this sneaky bastard. "You sly little asshole!" You hiss at him. "Call me that once more and you'll regret it." He threatens. You roll your eyes sagging back into your seat, "Whatever." Then an idea hits you. "You know what, I'll tell you exactly how much I saw that night." You have Seungcheol's full attention now as he stares intensely at you, waiting for your next words. "On our third date. When this whole deal is over, I'll tell you. But in return you'll have to keep your promise and take me out on two more dates."

"Oh fucking hell," he groans rubbing his face in frustration. His state makes you smirk and you feel accomplished.

Choi Seungcheol is stressed because of you.

What a day to be alive.

You murmur, "Besides this isn't even a proper date. This was more like an interrogation. But I'll go easy on you and won't make you redo this date." You give him a sweet smile and he sees red. You can literally see fury blaze in his eyes. "Whatever!" He yells and abruptly stands up. "I don't have time for this. Your stupid play date is over. I'm dropping you home."

Before you can reply, he's marching towards the door. You've to admit this wasn't the best date but at least you've trapped Choi Seungcheol.

It has been a good week after your so called date at the diner and you haven't heard from him. You expected him to call or text you since he was gracious enough to ask for your number but he didn't. You now realize it was a mistake to not get his number; you had asked him for his when he took yours but being the prick he is he denied to hand over his number to you. You should have forced him to, you sigh. As you sit in the library the ping of your mobile distracts you from your racing thoughts as you realize you have a message. Picking the device up you tap on the notification. Even though it was from an unknown number, you have no trouble figuring out who it is from. A smile graces your lips as you read the words over again.

I'll pick you up from your house tomorrow evening at six.

That's all it says and that is good enough to send a thrum of excitement throughout your body.

You have not held back in dressing up today and you realize it's been a long time since you've dolled up yourself. A long before the clock strikes 6 you are ready; dressed in a cute pastel top and a matching skirt. You've also went ahead and applied makeup, not too much but just enough to maybe catch his eye. Maybe.

You wonder what he has planned for today.

A text from Seungcheol saying he's here has you flying out of your apartment as fast as your feet can carry your desperate self to see him. He stands in front of your apartment with his convertible, dressed in a white jacket that matched his pants. You take a deep breath before walking towards him, trying to calm all your nerves down.

"You know I expected to hear from you earlier. I've been waiting all week," you voice makes his head turn around to meet your eyes as you are skipping towards him with a teasing smile in your face. "I've been busy," he shrugs coolly, his eyes going over your whole body, from your legs to your face. He doesn't hide that he's taking a good look at you, in fact does it unashamedly.

You wonder if he likes what he sees.

Someone dressed up today," he comments. "Too bad we aren't going to a place where you can show off your pretty clothes." You frown, "Where are we going?" Seungcheol holds open the door, a mischievous smile on his face. "I've decided to grant your wish." With a confused face you get inside the car, the gears in your head running. What does he mean?

"I'm taking you to an underground fighting ring," he says with smirk as he reaches for something behind his seat. He pulls out a large hoodie and tosses it towards you, "Put this on. Otherwise you are going to attract a lot of attention and you don't want that." You gulp, taking the hoodie and putting it on you. You're slightly embarrassed. You were so excited to try this outfit but it's not like you knew he was taking you to a fight club. Hell you would have dressed like a guy if you knew. You shrug on the hoodie and it falls almost to your knees but it's huge and comfy and most importantly it smells like him. There's a hint of cologne, nothing too strong; a subtle, expensive scent that makes you want to take a deeper sniff. You wonder if you can keep this with you.

Stop it, pervert.

Seungcheol's voice pulls you out of your haze, "You can take it off later. Just wear it until we're out of there," he says and brings the engine to life.

Then you actually think about it. Underground fighting ring? Holy shit. You were only kidding when you mentioned it. Admittedly, you're shocked, somewhat horrified. Everyone knows it isn't the best place to be at especially for someone like you who never had such an experience. Seungcheol must have seen your expression because the smile on his face gets bigger, "Why? You not up for it?" His voice is teasing.

He's challenging you.

Oh well.

"Of course I'm up for it," you square your shoulders, keeping your voice cool. "Bring it on."

Seungcheol leads you into a bar and then through a door at the back that leads down to a lot of stairs, reaching a place similar to an underground parking lot. Quietly you follow Seungcheol, staying as close to him as possible, your bodies occasionally touching. He leads you to a pair of double doors and from the other side you can hear men shouting and chanting.

This is it, I guess.

Seungcheol throws one more smile at you before pushing open the doors as you scramble to follow him closely. The sight that greets you something you only see in movies. There's a boxing ring where two people are throwing punches at each other and surrounding them from all sides is a wild, loud and excited crowd. They continue to cheer loudly as the two men in the ring continue to box and you hear their grunts and groans.

Holy shit.

Swallowing your eyes meet Seungcheol's who is regarding you with curiosity. "What do you think?" He has to speak loudly for you to hear over the screaming throng. "Uh... It's loud," you say dumbly as you try to think of a reply. But it's too loud for you to even think properly as you take in your unfamiliar surroundings. You see a tall man approaching towards you and out of reflex you shuffle closer to Seungcheol until you realize it's his friend. The guy from the first night. He and Seungcheol grin at each other, patting their backs as they talk close to each others ears. You gawk at them curiously and realize they must be talking about you because his friend takes curious glances at you occasionally. His friend is tall, really tall and well built but unlike his body his face is sweet and puppy like, almost cute. When he grins his canines pop up just like a puppy and you wonder if all his friends are good looking.

After he's done chatting with his friend Seungcheol pulls you close and says, "This is my friend. Mingyu. Always stay near him, you hear me? Don't stray away unless you wanna get hurt." His eyes are stern as he pins you down with his stare but you have other thoughts running in your head.

"What do you mean? Where are you going?" You yell over the noise.

He just smirks at you and starts taking his jacket off. "About time you see how we do it around here." His tone is cocky as he hands his jacket to you, "Hold this for me. And stay close to him."

Giving a look at Mingyu Seungcheol starts walking away towards a door that you're guessing is the changing room.

He's gonna fight.

"Wait- but-" Mingyu stops you with a hand on your shoulder and offers you a kind smile. "It's fine. Just stay with me." He then ushers you towards the crowd, spotting a place where you can get a good look at the ring. "Do you guys do this often?" You look up at Mingyu. He smiles sheepishly, "Not me. I tried a few times and I always end up beaten to a pulp. But hyung does this often, he's really good."

"Uh huh, I'm sure he is," you smile dryly. "This is your first time watching a fight, no?" "Definitely." He grins, "Watch carefully then. It's really fun."

You have your doubts on how watching people beat each other up can be fun but you don't comment anything, instead chew on your lip anxiously. Seungcheol really didn't have to go this far? What if he gets hurt badly? Is he trying to impress you?

Don't flatter yourself, your subconscious rolls her eyes.

As the loud cheering that had died down ensues again, your train of thoughts are halted as you see Seungcheol in shorts and his hands covered in boxing gloves, step into the ring. You can't help but ogle at his naked torso, his finely defined and chiseled muscles. He has the perfect body, not too bulky, not too lean just the right amount that gives you a hard time taking your eyes off him. He seems to have noticed your gaze because the second your eyes meet, he throws a haughty, knowing smirk at you. Embarrassed you avert your gaze elsewhere.

His opponent is a muscular man who's growling and banging his chest with his fists, a gesture of intimidation, you suppose. You are definitely intimidated and you wonder if Seungcheol can actually win against him.

The fight starts with a whistle and in mere seconds they are on to each other, throwing punches left and right. Your eyes have a hard time keeping up with them and their fast reflexes and your hands fly to your mouth as a punch lands on Seungcheol's face, followed by repeated blows as Seungcheol falls back. There's a moment of silence as he wipes his bottom lip and you realize there's a cut.

He tilts his neck, popping the bones and glaring at the other man before launching himself on top of his opponent. The next moments are a blurry mess, Seungcheol beating the guy repeatedly until he ends up on the floor but he doesn't stop there. Seungcheol ends it with a sharp jab to his spine and you have no doubt the other man has broken bones with the ways he howls in pain. The match comes to an end like that as the people cheer wildly while Seungcheol steps down from the stage. Mingyu grins at you happily as if what you witnessed was just a regular occurrence, something you should be cheerful about. Shaking your head at the situation, you let out a deflated sigh.

Their life is really so different than yours.

Seungcheol seems to be in a very good mood after the fight as he buys you both some sandwiches and drinks from a deli after you both step out of the bar. You both sit down at a park nearby to eat and watch the night sky. "You know, I thought you were gonna lose," you speak after taking a few bites of the sandwich. Seungcheol scoffs, "You underestimate me, sweetheart. I've been doing this for a long time."

"Do you enjoy it?" You ask quietly, focused on peeling the wrapper from your food. You feel Seungcheol's stare on you. "Yes. Why? Are you scared already?"

"No. I was just... curious. Your definition and my definition of fun is totally different." You murmur. "Of course. What did you think? I go to the mall and shop and watch movies with my friends when I'm bored?" His tone is sarcastic. You bite your lip. "No I didn't. It's just...I feels different now that I have experienced it first hand." Seungcheol offers nothing more, taking a sip of his coke and leaning back into the bench. A silence stretches between the both of except the rustling of the wrapper of your food. "How long have you been doing this?" You blurt out. He frowns at you and you don't expect him to answer but he surprises you.

"For a long time."

He doesn't offer anymore and you don't have the heart to prod him for an actual answer. "And how long do you plan on doing this?"

"What?"

"I mean... don't you have any other plans. Like...do you wanna keep doing what you are doing for the rest of your life? Don't you wanna like... settle down maybe?" Your voice is soft as if you are talking to a child. Seungcheol looks annoyed. He doesn't speak for a while as he stares at the ground, a frown etched to his face. You're about to take back your question when he replies, "I really don't think you understand. I've been trying to tell you that my life is completely disparate to yours. So I don't think like you. I don't have plans like you but neither am I expected to follow a certain pattern like you. I can do whatever the fuck I want, ___. So don't look at me like you pity me. I'm the last person here that should be pitied. " His tone is sharp and it makes you feel bad, like a sensation of needles pricking your heart. "I didn't mean it like that. I'm sorry," You whisper, feeling timid as you look down at your lap. He mutters, "Don't go poking your nose in other people's business. Specially people like me."

He's right. You shouldn't have asked that. You are not close enough to ask things like that. After that there is a silence, this time, an awkward one. There's palpable tension in the air and you feel jittery. Should you just ask him to take you home?

It's still early and truth be told, you don't want to leave him just yet. You only have one more date to go and judging by his reaction, he is in no way interested in a relationship. You heave out a long sigh. You knew very well what you were getting into, yet you couldn't stop yourself. Seungcheol is like a poison, the sweetest one, the one that has you addicted and unable to let go, no matter how much it hurts.

This is a fucking mess.

"Let's get going. I have plans," Seungcheol announces, standing up. You want to protest but you feel like you have ruined the mood, so you follow him mutely to his car.

The drive to your house is awfully quiet, to the point you want to scream out of frustration. Seungcheol seems to be lost in his head as he makes no move to talk. It's like you are alone, but you're not and it's worse, the air full of tension. Soon you have reached your house and he stops the car but keeps the engine rolling, indicating his rush. He keeps still and stares ahead while gripping the steering wheel as you step out of the car in silence. "Thanks for dropping me home," you say lamely, your voice meek. You turn around to walk away but his voice stops you in your tracks.

"I promised you three dates and I will keep my word. I expect you to keep yours, ___. I hope you will tell me what I want to hear when we meet next time." His tone is sharp with an edge of threat and you barely get to nod before he drives away.

It's not until you're inside your apartment that you realize you still have his hoodie on. Quickly fishing out your phone you type out a text.

I'm sorry, I forgot to return your hoodie.

After a while, his reply comes.

Keep it.

You watch Katelyn as she fills her lunch tray with food before walking over and taking a seat opposite to you. She looks extra radiant today, which probably has something to do with the way she's dressed; a bright colourful outfit which undoubtedly she put a lot of time into considering. She has a date, with a guy she has been talking to for the last few weeks. It reminds you of your pitiful situation and you sigh, trying to shrug off those thoughts.

It has been a good couple weeks since you last saw Seungcheol and you have not exchanged a word after that night. In the back of your mind you wonder if he is even alive. You want to message him, you really want to because you are going crazy but after how your last date ended, you can't bring yourself to. You are scared, exactly of what, you can't put your finger into.

The entire situation you have put yourself into is fucking scary. They say you become sure of your feelings after three dates but it did not take that much for you. You already are very certain about your feelings for him and how deep they run exactly and you also know that in the end you will be left scarred. He would never be yours. He has probably forgotten about you or decided that it is not worth another date to figure out what you saw that night.

You let a desperate, pitiable sigh.

"I know you are hiding things from me but I understand that you are not ready to talk yet. But I want you to know I am here for you okay?" Katelyn's voice makes you blink your way out of your thoughts. She squeezes your hand tightly and gives you a reassuring smile and you're left feeling guilty.

"I ...I will tell you. Soon. Just give me a bit more time," you whisper. She nods in understanding. A grateful smile touches your lips as her words make you emotional. Then there's a ping from your phone letting you know there's a message. Without giving it much thought you open the device and your eyes go wide.

I'll take you out for dinner tomorrow night. Wear something formal.

You wait outside your apartment for Seungcheol. Your day has passed by in a flurry of excitement and nerves as you carefully picked your outfit and did your hair and makeup. A soft baby pink dress that stopped just above you knees adorns you as your hair rests just above your neck in a loose bun.

You are fiddling with your fingers as you think about how this night is gonna end and wether you will ever see him again when a car screech that grabs your attention.

Seungcheol's convertible has taken a stop in front of you and you see the man getting out the vehicle and take big steps towards you.

You're mesmerized.

Perhaps there is not enough word in this world to describe his looks or perhaps you've simple lost the ability to speak; either way, you just stand and stare, drinking the godly man that stands in front of you. He looks delectable, completely flawless and agonizingly gorgeous in his sharp black suit and pants, with a silk black shirt underneath, the top couple buttons undone that reveals a beautiful porcelain skin. His hairstyle completes the look, parted to one side in a sleek way and showing his forehead and oh god is it sexy. You realize you have a forehead kink, if there is anything as such.

If you weren't in love with him before you are now.

He looks ravishing, and you wonder why it isn't illegal to look this good. It should be because you have completely lost control over yourself. Nothing exists in your world except for him and you feel paralyzed, unable to do anything but drink him in. You wonder if you are even worthy to stand beside him.

"____?" Seungcheol calls you, snapping his fingers in front of your eyes. He must have been calling you while you were eye fucking him. "Oh! Um, hi." You're flustered. "You- you look really, really nice." It isn't enough but it's what you can get past your lips. A knowing smirk kisses his lips before he teases, "Well, you look really, really nice too." Motioning you to his car he says, "Shall we? We'll be late for our reservation."

"Yeah, of course," you say, hurrying over to his car, embarasssed at your foolery. Seungcheol must have noticed you ogling him like that. But you don't really care when he looks like that. It is his fault for looking so devilishly handsome and idly you wonder if he did that on purpose. If he's deliberately teasing with, trying to make you the most miserable before letting you go with a slap of reality to your face. Pushing away those plagueing thoughts, you sit up straight and clear your throat as Seungcheol comes to sit beside you and brings the engine to life.

A decently long and quiet (except for the music from the radio) but not quite uncomfortable car ride later, Seungcheol stops in front of a really fancy and expensive looking restaurant just by the sea. You did not except him to take you to a high end restaurant, otherwise you would have put some more effort in your looks.

Feeling slightly out of place you quietly follow Seungcheol into the beautiful European styled building after he hands his keys to a valet. The interior is dripping with polished furnitures and extravagant chandeliers and marble floors as guests dressed elegantly have their dinner. As you look around the place in awe Seungcheol talks to the receptionist who then guides you towards a staircase that leads to a pair of large double doors decorated with gold which then, opens to a large balcony. In the middle of it sits a table with two chairs and an unceremonious gasp escapes your mouth as you realize this is where you will be having dinner.

The man from earlier takes his leave as Seungcheol helps you sit down before taking a seat for himself while you take in everything, overwhelmed with all your surroundings. Why did he put so much effort for a lousy and fake date?

"What do you think?" He asks with a smirk as he rests one of his elbows on the table.

"I'm overwhelmed," you reply quietly, honestly. He chuckles, "Well this place has really good food and a fantastic view so I thought it wouldn't bad for our last date."

Last date.

"It's really beautiful. I don't know why you did this but thank you, really," you murmur, eyes on the satin table cloth with intricate golden lining. Everything about this place is so pretty.

"Well, I decided it would be beneficial for me to extract words from you if you are wooed," his words have a teasing tone to it and his demeanor is completely different from last time, giving you a whiplash but you are not sure if he's fully joking. Before you can say that you are definitely wooed, a waiter appears to take your order and you leave the duty of ordering to Seungcheol since he seems to frequent this place. Prior to his leave, the waiter pours you Seungcheol's champagne of choice and then, you two are alone once more.

Reaching for the flute, you quickly gulp down the champagne to soothe your dry throat and to calm all your nerves.

Over dinner you talk about your uni and your parents back home and the farm they own. While Seungcheol mostly keeps quiet he doesn't ignore you but listens carefully, occasionally passing glances your way or commenting. He does not offer anything about him, which you expected and you don't ask any questions about him either. Instead you try your best to keep his interest in your words despite the lack of it from his side.

After a hearty meal of poached lobsters and wagyu beefs and creamy soups comes dessert; a chocolate orange mousse with spiced fruits and yogurt sorbet. You start eating your dessert in silence, the occasional crashing of waves filling the complete lack of sounds.

This location is truly magnificent and breathtaking, almost having a feel like you're in a fancy resort in a luxurious tropical island. It is undoubtedly the most beautiful place you have ever been, let alone have dinner at and you wonder if you would ever have the chance to visit some place like this had you not met Seungcheol. The man in question, continues eating quietly, seemingly lost in his thoughts. He looks lovely as always, if not more and you try to burn this image in your mind for you to look back at later. You want to ask him so many question, you want to tell him so many things but you're scared. Sacred if you do so this moment will break, scared it will annoy him and end your final date all too early. So you bite your tongue and finish your food as he does and after your plates are cleared away, you are served another expensive champagne as an end to your luxurious dinner.

Even though Seungcheol doesn't say anything, you assume it is time to spill the beans, to say what he has been wanting to hear from the beginning. You have teased him enough and it is time you give him what he deserves. Taking a deep breath, you open your mouth. "Me and Katelyn heard noises from the playground that night so we decided to check. It was pretty dark and we were tipsy but I recognized you and you were... beating someone up. We stayed there and watched until one of us accidentally made some noise. We were scared that you heard us so we ran. That's all that happened."

You have Seungcheol's full attention now as he listens cautiously, his sharp eyes trained on you. Gulping, you clench your hands together underneath the table, waiting for his reaction. There seems to be an eternity of silence as Seungcheol simply stares at you as if he's debating whether your words are true or not. It's torturous, awfully agonizing and when you can't bear it anymore you're about to speak but he beats you to it.

"I didn't kill him." His voice is quiet. You let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding. Somewhere in the back of your mind you believed it, you believed he wouldn't be cruel enough to kill someone just like that and as soon as he speaks those words you believe him, without a doubt, without a second of delay.

"I believe you." You whisper, holding his gaze. "That asshole deserved what he got. He shouldn't even be alive but I let him go. He's in a hospital now, if you are wondering." You nod quietly. It's scary how much you believe him, how much you trust him even though he is pretty much a stranger.

There's a moment of silence as you bask in his presence before he speaks, "____, men like me, we aren't the nicest people. But we are needed, the cops need us around. People like me do the dirty works for people like you so y'all don't face troubles. We do things in an unconventional way but that's just who we are. We aren't as bad as the rumours say but we definitely aren't someone you should be with." You open your mouth to protest but his sharp gaze makes you stop. "If you have not understood it yet, let me say it out loud. I am trouble. People like me is always bad news. Whatever we did until now, I hope you forget. That's the best, ____ trust me. I think we both got what we wanted so let's call it a night." Just like that, he stands up, not waiting for your reply.

You gawk at him, baffled as he pays the bill and starts walking away. Tears burn the back of your eyes and you bite your lip to hold them back. The ending that you had expected has taken place but you are having a hard time accepting it. Your subconscious reminds you that you deliberately got yourself into this even though you saw this coming. So there is no one to blame for it but you. Grabbing your purse, you stomp your way out of the restaurant and towards Seungcheol's car.

Seungcheol barely acknowledges you as you both get in the car and he presses the key to the ignition. You are fuming in your seat, his words and the way he dismissed you cutting you deep. His words come to you, I think we both got what we wanted. You want to laugh. How can he possibly think that? Is he really so stupid or is he deliberately ignoring your interest in him? You want to smack his perfect face, curse and scream at him but all you can do is sit still with your arms crossed as steam comes out of your head. Is he really not curious about your feelings? Does he possess none for you? Does these few days with you mean nothing to him? You have so many unanswered questions. Leaning back into your seat, you close your eyes and let out a frustrated sigh.

It feels like in the blink of an eye the drive to your place is over as Seungcheol halts his car in front of your apartment. He does not utter a single word, doesn't even spare a glance at you while patiently waiting for you to get out of the car.

Asshole.

You inhale deeply, trying your best to gather yourself together as you take off your seatbelt and turn towards him.

"Seungcheol?" Few seconds pass before he looks at you. Words are stuck in your throat. When your eyes meet his, you become mute, overwhelmed with emotions as your words die in your tongue. He keeps staring at you, not opening his mouth but waiting for you to speak. "Is this goodbye?" Your voice breaks.

"I believe we don't have any reason to see each other. We both got what we wanted," He says without batting an eye. You're left bemused, one step away from landing a slap on his face. How dare he say that?

"Do you really believe that?" Your words come out as an accusation. "I wanted to go out with you because I thought I have feelings for you! And I do! And my feelings have only increased since I first saw you. I want to see you again, Seungcheol. You may have gotten what you wanted but I didn't." Your fades into a whisper as tears burn the back of your eyes.

Seungcheol stays quiet, staring ahead, his brows knitted as if he's annoyed. "I promised you three dates, ____. And I gave you that. It's over. Your feelings? You'll get over them. It's better to be in pain for a while that be with someone like me."

"You can't say that! I get to decide for myself!"

"____," he sighs, rubbing his temples. "I'm a bad man. You should leave while you still have a good image of me. You'll get hurt because of me and I've caused enough pain to enough people. Just...go. Just forget me." You stare at him as frustrated tears roll down your cheeks. He doesn't meet your gaze but turns his head the other way. You are angry, infuriated and heart broken all at a time. Clenching your fists you inhale a shaky breath before reaching for him.

Before you can chicken out, you tilt his face towards you and quickly press your lips against his. Seungcheol seems to be shocked as a small gasp leaves his mouth but you don't let him push you away. Instead one of your hands come to rest on his thigh as he other cups his face to keep his mouth against yours. You kiss him with all you have left, pouring in every bit of passion and love for him as your tongues intertwine. By the time you are both breathless, Seungcheol gently pushes you back and peers into your eyes. "That's all I can give you, ____." He says, his voice the softest you have heard. You are broken into a million pieces and as much as your heart wants to cling to him, you suddenly feel tired, deflated like a popped balloon. Your emotions have drained you out and left nothing and right now, breathing almost seems too painful for you. Taciturnly, you grab your purse and step out the convertible. You hear another door shut behind you but you don't look back as your heavy steps carry you to the entrance of your building. When you are about to enter your apartment, you accumulate all your strength and courage to spare one final glance at him.

Turning around you see Seungcheol standing by his car, hands in his pockets, simply watching you. Even though your eyes are locked on each other, you don't see any emotion in them. He looks like the same expressionless, mysterious man you saw the first day. The man you fell in love with. Taking in his gorgeous features one last time, you bite your lip and turn away, forcing yourself to walk inside your apartment building.

Your chapter with Seungcheol ends here.

Epilogue

A/N : Okay so idk why this fucking app is being like this but it says I reached the maximum of 250 blocks but I thought tum1r didn't have a word limit?? Anyway so I've decided to break it up and put the rest of the fic in another post. Please click epilogue to read that.

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always been you.

pairing — lee heeseung x fem!reader (ft. jake, jay, sunghoon from enhypen and yeji from itzy).

genre(s) — fluff, angst, crack, suggestive, pining, college au.

trope(s) — (childhood) best friends to lovers, kinda idiots to lovers but not rlly because only the reader is an idiot LOL.

word count — 16297 (holy shit).

warning(s) — profanity, illegal racing, mentions of death, drugs, blood, injuries, sex and food, mentions of self hatred and sexual assault (latter is just a small sentence that does not relate to the plot nor to any of the characters but is just a tidbit of information provided), everyone except yeji has family issues, heavy making out (towards the end), reader is in denial.

summary — heeseung was the kind of teenager everyone’s parents warned them to stay away from. he was the poster boy for the term ‘bad influence’, caring about no one except his closest friends, especially you.

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author’s note — omg it’s here aaahhhh !!! this fic sucked the soul out of my body it just wouldn’t end LMAOO <//3 i hope you guys like it !! feedback is always appreciated : D

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LEE HEESEUNG WAS THE KIND OF TEENAGER EVERYONE’S PARENTS WARNED THEM TO STAY AWAY FROM.

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PROFESSIONAL

choi yeonjun

being a secretary isn’t easy but he always makes up for the hard times.

pairing: ceo!choi yeonjun x secretary!reader | office au

content: romance, fluff, mutual pining, slightly suggestive ??

wc: 3.8k

there were a lot of things to like about your job. although you worked endlessly until you were fatigued, you were glad you had a kind and humble boss to guide you along the way. furthermore, there were a lot of things to like about your boss. he was smart, charming and not to mention really cute as well.

if he liked the idea of something he would usually take on that idea with a suitable thought process. he was a hard worker as well, working endlessly just like you from day to night, definitely even harder than you as a matter of fact. there were times when you would spot him calmly asleep at his desk, his head buried in his piles of paper work.

you would take the time to observe his attractive yet calming features before waking him up, as he always prompts you to if you notice that he’s asleep. although, you try to restrain yourself from waking him up as he really deserves a good rest, you have to wake him. it’s his command and it’s your job to follow that out as his secretary.

the sun was shining heavily this morning, pouring out its silky golden rays onto the busy morning streets. you had decided to order yourself a drink as well, along with two pastries. one for you and one for mr. choi. you had a feeling today would be a good day, so you were in a good mood.

the walk from the cafe to the office wasn’t long at all. once you entered inside you kindly greeted the receptionist at the front desk and swiped your pass against the barriers which let you have access around the building. the office was huge and usually quiet in the early mornings like this. the higher ups would arrive the earliest of course, and they would usually be the ones to leave the latest. as you worked closely with the ceo you were partially considered to be a higher up by your other fellow colleagues.

quietly, you entered the lift and pressed the floor number 12, the highest floor. it was where your work desk and mr. choi’s office were located. observing the whole building through the clear glass panes of the lift as you rose up was certainly a good start for the morning. the quiet elevator music always had a tendency to ease you in the early mornings.

soon enough, you made it to the top floor and quickly placed your things down at your desk which was located right outside mr. choi’s room. you checked the clock and noticed you were right on time. immediately, you made your way over to his door grabbing his breakfast and you knocked on it.

“come in!” you heard from the other side.

“good morning—” you said as you opened the door but stopped almost immediately.

what you saw in front of you had almost made you drop the contents you were holding loosely in your hands. mr. choi looked completely different, but in the best way possible. he had gone for a completely different hair style, which definitely contrasted from his previous natural look of dark hair. he wasn’t wearing his glasses either and he was also clad in black which was unusual.

he had pink long hair that was neatly parted at the middle, it honestly didn’t give him the look of a ceo but he made it look severely attractive either way. you were so certain that the workers at the front desk would’ve complimented his new and sudden change of looks.

you had remained paused for a few seconds as you continued to observe him gobsmacked, and he let out a small chuckle at the mere sight of your examination.

“i’m guessing you like the new look too?” he smiled, no smirked. he clasped his hands together waiting for you to say something. you were utterly speechless.

“yes, the new look certainly suits you, sir.” you gulped.

“here is your iced mocha. i also got a pain aux raisin for you since i know you liked it the last time.” you said as you walked forward and passed him the warm pastry and cold beverage.

“ah, thank you so much. you’re always doing your best to please me. i appreciate it, y/n.” he said looking at the food then back up at you with a warm and genuine smile.

he usually refers to you by your first name and you didn’t really know why, since the two of you were constantly in a formal setting. you didn’t mind it though as you two should be close and able to trust each other in order to get along. however, you couldn’t bring yourself to say his first name, you knew what his first name was, but saying it to him just felt out of place. you liked being formal with him.

you didn’t even notice the subtle and quick look he gave you up and down.

mr. choi was always fond of the clothes you had worn, most of the time they were dark colours like black and plum, and most suitable for work. usually you would come in with that cute pencil skirt of yours. no matter what day, you always found a way to keep your work clothes perfectly styled each day of the week and he found it cute.

you and mr. choi got along the same page pretty well since you were interested in a lot of the same things. it reminded you of that one time he invited you out for lunch with him and you two shared a lengthy and genuinely enjoyable conversation that afternoon, that conversation made you look at him in a different light. you opened up to him slightly more than you would’ve expected and you got to know more about him yourself.

“i’ll be… going now. enjoy your food, i’ll be outside like usual.” you said and he nodded before averting his eyes back to the screen of his desktop computer. you pivoted around and walked towards the door, just as you exited he took one last look at you.

with a small sigh, you plopped down on your desk chair and the ringtone of the telephone by your desk startled you. ah yes, and so the day begins.

the day had went on pretty quick actually and when it was time for lunch you managed to quickly snack on a cereal bar. you were really hungry, but you decided to treat yourself to some korean barbecue later on for dinner, after all it was a friday.

mr. choi had came out of his room surprisingly, hands dug in his pockets and his polished loafers against the floor made a satisfying sound. he turned his head to you and stopped by your desk. you got a full view of his all black outfit and the long coat he had worn over which he adorned nicely.

“i may need you to help me fill out some forms for the upcoming inspection next week. they are the papers on top of my desk, you can’t miss them.” he said and you nodded taking in the information.

“i’m going out to get some lunch, so i’ll be back shortly. do you perhaps want anything?” he asked and you shook your head calmly. he would always go out of his way to ask you this whenever he would go out for lunch and you found that really nice of him.

“are you sure? i’m not buying that, you should eat a proper lunch.” he frowned.

“what do you like again? rice bowls? pad thai? i think it was the pad thai.” he chuckled and placed a hand on your desk. he was now closer to you than you had expected.

“i r-really don’t need anything, mr. choi. but if you insist so, i seriously don’t mind anything.” you spoke up and he nodded before walking off and bidding you a short goodbye.

it honestly surprised you that he remembered that small little detail about you. your favourite dish was indeed pad thai. you really couldn’t hide the giddy smile daring to show on your face. remembering the task at hand, you got up to his office and immediately noticed the pile of paperwork on his desk. it was thicker than you had expected.

his office was always so neat, he was a very organised person to say the least. as you collected the stack of papers your eyes had wondered over to the screen of his computer that had switched on suddenly. it was opened on a news article that definitely intrigued you, it was about gift ideas. simply, you ignored it and switched off the computer to not make it seem like you actually opened it to snoop around.

you made your way out of his office and efficiently got to work with the papers. during that time you had received numerous phone calls. some asking to speak to the ceo himself, which you had to tell them to call back later. others checking in to discuss about schedules and plans for future meetings and events.

everyday you would answer to the continuous calls that came through. it was a rare occasion to receive less than twenty calls in a day. being a secretary wasn’t easy and you realised that on the first week of your promotion. in fact, you really didn’t expect the promotion to even occur in fact.

you had been called into mr. choi’s office that day, about 6 months ago, and you were really nervous. right at that moment you thought you would’ve been fired but instead he wanted to commend you for your hard work and promote you. it was definitely true that you worked hard and you had to admit you worked harder than anybody else in your department, but you didn’t expect him to notice it.

to be honest, you didn’t even expect that mr. choi even knew you since you two had only met once in a meeting beforehand. the interview for your initial position was taken by the head of your department so you never really got the chance to meet him. however, when you finally got to see the ceo that everybody was discussing about at that meeting, you were stunned. he was beautiful and charismatic yet so sophisticated. he always had thorough and intelligent plans, it was no wonder why his business was so successful.

another reason why the promotion took you by shock was because you knew there were other people who worked even harder than you in other departments. yet he still chose you to be his secretary. it really made you question his reasoning but honestly you didn’t mind. if it meant a higher pay and being in a more quiet and comfortable workspace you didn’t mind. not to mention working alongside with your handsome and kind boss was another major benefit.

you were always alone up here on the highest floor and you liked that, you had more privacy. in your previous workspace you were crammed in your own little section working tiredly on your desginated computer. mr. choi made being a secretary interesting for you, it mixed up the monotonous life of yours in a good way.

the sound of footsteps in the hallway had broke you out of your thoughts and you noticed mr. choi approaching your desk with two paper bags held down low.

“for you.” he said placing the bag on top the wooden surface and you thanked him quietly. you told him that he should be expecting a few calls coming in from a few different companies. he simply gave you a thumbs up and entered inside his office.

for the rest of the day you had spent dialling in numbers for different company managements. other times you had received calls and put them on hold so you could pass the line onto mr. choi.

it was around 21:30 and the calls had finally stopped coming through and this would usually be the time for you to leave. the sky had already gotten dark and it struck to you that it was raining. it wasn’t a light type of rain such as drizzle but it was severely heavy. what a contrast from the good weather this morning. either way you still had your plans on eating out tonight and nothing was stopping you from doing so.

you knocked on mr. choi’s door ready to inform him about your leave, but before you would do so you would always update him for the new plans on his schedule. once you opened the door you also saw him lightly packing up his own things. looks like he was leaving a bit earlier today.

“sir, i have a few updates for you.” you said holding your clipboard and he smiled acknowledging you.

“go on, hit me.”

“okay well, the main important one is that there is a planned trip to geneva next week.” his mouth formed an ‘o’ shape at the words that came out of your mouth. you continued to ramble about the next few plans and he thanked you.

“i’ll give more details about the trip tomorrow.” you stated.

“sure. geneva is a very beautiful city, i would really like for you to come along with me, you’ll love it there.”

“what i mean is… you would be really beneficial for the trip, i definitely need your assistance.” he said clearing his throat. his cheeks showed a slight rosy tint and your heart had practically done several backflips hearing what he had just told you.

this wasn’t meant to be a one week getaway, business trips were meant to be a month or two long.

“sure thing!” you nodded happily.

“is it alright if i clock out now?” you asked him politely as you fidgeted with your fingers cutely. he nodded with a smile but stopped you before you would leave.

“don’t tell me you’re walking in this terrible weather?” he asked with a face of slight confusion.

“well… i mean i kind of have to. i’m not wasting my money on an uber. plus i’m only walking to the train station and it isn’t far at all.” you said. you were already planning to spend some money on some good food tonight and you didn’t want to waste anymore for a quick ride.

“i can always lend you a ride.” he said and you fell silent. did he seriously just offer you that?

oh my gosh. no way. you really couldn’t accept that offer.

“you’re too kind sir, but it’s okay. i’m heading to get some food along the way.” you said with a smile as you waved your hands in front of you. gosh, you were so cute to him.

“are you avoiding me?” he frowned. he obviously asked that question playfully but you couldn’t help but notice its serious undertones.

“certainly not, sir… i’ll come along with you. thanks again, i’m truly grateful.” you smiled. you really didn’t mind going on a car ride with him, you started to wonder what car he would drive but that honestly didn’t matter. you bet he looked really attractive whilst driving.

“you’re always so formal with me. i’ve told you this before but i don’t mind if you’re informal with me. after all, we are in the same age group and we are working closely together.” he said and you nodded. perhaps you should loosen up a bit more.

mr. choi locked up his office and the two of you made your way to the car park in a comfortable silence. you followed him as the two of you approached a car belonging to the brand jaguar and you were amazed at how cool the car looked. the vehicle was sleek and matte black with complete black wheels as well. once he unlocked the car with his keys the car’s bright, illuminating lights switched on.

he gently twirled the keys around his finger and and opened the car door for you to enter inside. you thanked him kindly and sat down on the clean leather chair. wow, the inside smelt just like his scent of fresh cologne and let me tell you it was an amazing scent. you were feeling a mix of emotions but the outstanding one was how much you loved being in the company of mr. choi.

he always cared for you whether you were in the usual work setting or outside the premises. he made it seem like something more, like you two weren’t just working with each other and you were friends with him, and you hoped, just really hoped that it was something more than that. it was the first time you had felt like this at any workplace. mr. choi had entered from the other side of the car and gently took his seat and started the engine. his own refreshing scent, yet again, wafting through the car.

“i can turn the heating on if you’re cold?” he asked and you simply shook your head but still thanked him at the thoughtful ask. you put on your seatbelt and almost started dozing off until he spoke up.

“where are you off to? you spoke about getting food?” he asked.

“ah yes. you know the korean barbecue place down on kori street?” you asked him, your eyes half open due to your sleepy state.

“okay, yes i know what you’re talking about.” he said and he didn’t even type in the address as you assumed he knew his directions around the city.

the car journey was super smooth and it felt like you were cruising lightly on air. you watched as his hands calmly gripped the steering wheel with one hand, the other resting on the window sill. he effortlessly manoeuvred the wheel to take smooth turns onto different roads, you looked up to him as his eyes were carefully focused on the lit up city roads. you fell asleep during the tranquil ride and it didn’t take that long for the two of you to reach the destination.

mr. choi took his utmost time to admire your beautiful and serene sleeping face. you were so pretty to him. he had liked you for a while now, he couldn’t lie to himself anymore. it broke him knowing that you definitely wouldn’t feel the same way about him. it’s like you only considered him to be your boss and nothing more, nothing less.

“y/n, we are here. come on, wake up~” he said as he nudged your shoulder lightly and you just whined quietly and rolled yourself over into a different sleeping angle.

he only chuckled and lightly pinched your cheek. his hand took uncontrolled moves of its own when it decided to carefully cup your cheek. he caressed your cheek gently with his thumb and didn’t fail to notice the small smile showing on your face that you failed terribly to hide.

“sorry, this seat is surprisingly comfy for leather.” you gently spoke out as you turned over to face him. his face looked so soft and gentle as it admired your own. the two of you stayed still like that for a few seconds, looking into each other’s eyes, as if enchanted by one another. his eyes had flickered down to your lips for a split second, he wanted to kiss you. to hug you. to tell you that he liked you, like those sappy confessions you would see in romance movies.

he always got to notice the way your face would light up when he made a conversation with you. that’s why he started talking to you more often because he loved seeing you happy. during the talk you two had that one lunch time at a restaurant, he found out that you were single but had always wanted a partner. it was a strange topic to talk about with your boss if you thought about it, but the two of you didn’t mind at all.

he had never felt like this towards anyone before so it was particularly strange. what he was feeling felt like true and pure feelings. he was single all of his life, but he did experience minor feelings for people here and there but they were nothing compared to what he had been feeling towards you for the past few months.

“y/n. i don’t think i can keep this professional any longer.” he said and your eyes had widened slightly.

“what do you mean by that, yeonjun?” you asked with a slight grin. it definitely took him aback because you had never used his first name before when speaking to him.

he only brought his face forward.

“i have feelings for you, miss l/n.” he grinned back and you couldn’t help but let the corner of your lips curl upwards.

“and i have feelings for you too, yeonjun.” you calmly spoke out.

“good to know.” he said before planting his soft lips against yours.

he was smiling, you could tell he was as you felt it against your own lips. your arms slowly swung around his neck and his hand had grabbed the side of your cheek slightly tilting his head in the process. oh how he had longed for this moment for so long. he couldn’t believe that it was actually happening.

the feeling of his sweet lips softly smouldering over your own made your heart all fuzzy. he gently bit on your lip with a little smirk and you smiled along with him. his other hand that was originally placed at his side had slowly climbed its way to your waist giving it a small squeeze. your hands had slowly raked through his dusked pink locks as the kiss had taken a slight roughened route.

the way you two had kissed each other was more than enough to say that you’ve liked each other for awhile now. not only that, but he’s probably also dreamt about handling you in such a way like this, which was the same way as you. his lips had slowly trailed down to the side of your neck leaving a few small kisses.

“you don’t know how long i’ve been waiting to do this.” he whispered, his delicate breath fanning against your skin lightly. you let him continue to kiss you practically all over and he eventually came to a halt, a cute look in his eyes showing the affection he had for you.

“yeonjun, why don’t you join me for dinner tonight? it’s on me.” you smiled as you pointed to the restaurant before you two.

“gladly.”

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< dressing room >

an enhypen mini series: meet cute - jay

pairing: reader x jay

genre: fluff

wc: 734

warnings: none!

a sigh escapes your lips as you clean up the clothes scattered around the small room. your latest customer hadn’t bothered to neaten up the dressing room when they left, opting to leave it to you.

well, sure, it’s your job. but it doesn’t hurt for people to be decent and clean up after themselves.

you’re looking down at the pile of clothes in your arms, mentally sorting out each piece to where they need to go, when you hear a soft knock.

startled, you flinch and look up. a boy is leaning against the door frame of the dressing room, his hand raised from when he knocked just moments ago.

“hi, do you work here?”

“i- uh, yes, i do. what can i help you with?”

“i’d like to try on some clothes, if you have a room available.” he motions at the empty room behind you, and you notice the garments draped over his arm.

“oh! of course, you can take this one.”

“thanks,” he says, giving you a brief smile. he steps past you and starts to hang up his clothes, one by one. you hurry to leave the room and pull the door closed behind you, then immediately turn and push it back open.

“sorry, i totally forgot-“ you begin, but the boy is frozen, looking at you over his shoulder. he’s not wearing a shirt; clearly you interrupted him in the middle of changing.

“i am so sorry,” you cover your eyes with one hand, your other arm still holding the clothes. you almost trip trying to get out of the room, and have to yell a bit for him to hear you after shutting the door again. “i just need your name to write on the board outside the door.”

you hear him laugh. “it’s jay, and it’s okay- it’s not like i was naked or anything.” your face is flushed and you press your forehead against the door, cursing yourself for walking in on a customer.

“thank you, jay. sorry again.”

“no worries.”

you sigh again, for what feels like the millionth time today, and write his name on the whiteboard hanging outside the door. stepping behind the counter, you try to concentrate on the pile of clothes you’ve been carrying around, but find yourself unable to stop thinking about the boy in the dressing room.

he must work out a lot, the image of his back muscles involuntarily surfacing again in your mind. you can’t help the blush that once again creeps to your cheeks, and it only worsens when he walks out of his room. you watch as he checks his outfit in the massive mirror. sure, most customers use the mirror because it’s bigger than the ones in the dressing rooms, but never before have you been so captivated. he’s tugging his sleeves sharply, brushing off his jacket, turning and checking himself out.

“how do i look?”

you freeze, embarrassed to be caught, “i- you’re asking me?”

without looking at you, he smiles “i can feel you staring, you’re not that discreet.”

“i guess i’m finding it hard to look away? from you?”

he laughs. “what’s your name?”

“y/n.”

he nods, looks at himself once more in the mirror, and returns to his room, closing the door behind him. you’re still staring at the space he was standing when he returns, back in his own clothes.

“well, y/n, if you’d like to see more of me-“ he steps forward and leans on the counter, his face inches from yours, “-you’ll have to call me.” he holds your gaze, then sets a neat pile of clothes on the counter. “and thank you for your help.”

you watch him quizzically as he turns and walks away, towards the cash register. how am i supposed to call you? you want want to yell after him, but soon you’ve lost sight of his figure. you pick up the clothes in front of you, confused at his words. something catches your eye, and you see a piece of paper fluttering to the ground.

placing the clothes down, you pick up the paper. PARK JAY, it reads on the front- his business card. he left his business card in the clothes. you want to laugh, thrilled at the prospect of seeing him again.

i guess i’ll have to call you, jay.

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we’re dating! (not really)

❝ we’re not dating, jake. heeseung’s just an idiot who gets out of awkward situations by saying he’s dating me. ❞

PAIRING ▸ lee heeseung x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ fluff, crack, fake dating au, high school au

WARNINGS ▸ profanity, making out, underage drinking, mutual pining, jake sim being the best friend no one everyone wants, party scene not sponsored by jackson wang, their love language is most definitely physical touch, just a lot !! of fluff !!

SUMMARY ▸ lee heeseung rejects someone by saying he’s dating you. this is news to you, who has been heeseung’s best friend since forever.

WORD COUNT ▸ 7020 words

PLAYLIST ▸ bad idea! by girl in red • out of my league by fitz and the tantrums • line without a hook by ricky montgomery

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ hello !! this fic is for @geminirules’s “just friends” collab. pls check out the other authors if you’d like and i hope you guys enjoy !! ♡ sidenote: everyone’s in their last year of high school!

YOU ALWAYS THOUGHT YOU WERE AN OBSERVANT PERSON.

At least, you liked to think you were. You were the friend who caught onto who people had crushes on; the friend that always provided accurate relationship advice; the friend that never failed to read the room. So, yes, you liked to think you were an observant person, but you must have missed something when you were suddenly being addressed as Lee Heeseung’s girlfriend.

This should have been the part where you answered naturally, where you stayed collected and responded coolly. This should have been the part where everything clicked in your head, and you knew exactly what to say.

Instead, you ended up spitting out your water over Park Jongseong’s shirt.

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“break your heart right back”

pairing: bestfriend!Jay x fem!reader

synopsis: That's it, you were done crying over your good for nothing ex! You were done wallowing in self-pity for the embarrassment your ex put your through. Now you want revenge, and what’s more perfect than aiming at his pride and shattering it once and for all? Enter your best friend Park Jongseong (affectionately dubbed as Jay) who was the perfect candidate for carrying out your revenge plan. After all, it's one way to piss off your ex with the guy he absolutely loathed.

includes: college au (not really mentioned though), friends to lovers, fake dating and ungodly amounts of fluff (crack-ish?)

warnings: cursing, mentions of alcohol, kind of underage-drinking, light angst, excessive (?) use of pet-names (babe, princess), a little suggestive at some points but nothing too risque and cheating (not Jay)

word count: a whopping 8k (im so sorry)

a/n: the title is misleading yes. basically I listened to ariana grande's song "break your heart right back" and got inspiration from one line in it lmfao

You sniffle for what probably was the hundredth time today, finding solace in the thick duvet that’s currently cocooning your body and the mountain of pillows you decided to pile behind to give you the needed support in your binge-watching endeavors.

The reason for your constant sniffling from the result of your almost never-ending tears was simple really: your ex-boyfriend cheated on you, and has been for the past three months, as he confirmed with no traces of remorse while his side-chick hung onto his arm with a sickly sweet smile as if she had done nothing wrong. It took every ounce of patience you had in you to not jump the girl in broad daylight.

Then again, you would never stoop that low.

Your own morals and values would never let you solve anything with violence—well, unless the situation calls for it, but with the whole cheating situation (in public no less), you settled on being firm, holding back the tears that threatened to spill from your glistening eyes as you called things off with the good-for-nothing, poor excuse of a man.

A week had already passed since that shitshow and still, it hurt like a bitch and it seems that the weather decided to sympathize with you just this once.

The pitter-patter of the rain melded with the sounds coming from your TV that is currently playing one of those cliché k-dramas you thought to watch instead of wallowing in self-pity. Though it seems that it’s only making you bitter as each second passed, as it’s currently showing the lovey-dovey couple being sickeningly sweet that it honestly made you want to vomit.

Grimacing, you threw a crumpled tissue towards the direction of the TV, “disgusting.” You say with all the bitterness that has accumulated in you for the past seven hours and counting as the tissue hit the screen. Despite your palpable aversion to the romance series, you still pushed through with your marathon; anything to get your mind off the… incident.

All sense of time was lost as you continued to lay in the comfort of your bed, the cheesy romantic k-drama now replaced with a more interesting, action-packed movie that involved giant monster-fighting robots and something about its two to three potential pilots being compatible as an important detail to successfully pilot said robots.

The whole premise of it was interesting to you as you sat there absorbing every detail you could. It wasn’t a movie focused on the lowkey developing romance some would probably recognize, but more on the understanding between two individuals who were different, but also similar in a handful of ways. Maybe that’s why it didn’t work out better than you hoped with your exes, now that you think about it as they always seem to be the exact opposite of you.

However, just as you were on the cusp of taking a deeper dive into your impromptu session of self-reflection, your phone goes off with that ridiculous ringtone your best friend himself has set for his contact number.

Now, you’d usually ignore calls whenever you were in a mood, but since it was your best friend shaking up your peaceful afternoon, you answer right away.

“Jay, hi.” You softly greet with a small smile, quickly pressing pause with the remote as you lean comfortably against your pillows.

“Y/N, hey,” you take note of the muffled noises on Jay’s end; he was probably out at the moment. “You busy right now?”

You hum, gaze shifting towards the window where you can see that the rain has started to lighten, “not really? I’m at home, why?”

“Great! You wanna go out and eat somewhere? My treat!” You snort, he obviously knew how to tempt you—that, and it’s his own way of saying that he really wants to hang out with you.

But even if that was a swell bargain, you really weren’t up to doing anything right now since you were clearly still trying to get over your shitty break with your equally shitty ex. “I don’t know Jay…” you trail off, lips pursed in guilt of having to say no to Jay, of all people. “I’m… kind not feeling up to anything right now.”

“Hang on—are you okay? You sound kinda… stuffy.” He pauses for a brief moment as you wince. Trust him to figure out things that quick. “Have you been crying?”

A sigh went past your lips, looking down at your lap, “would you believe me if I said I wasn’t?”

“Nope.” He answered that too quickly. You scowl. “Change of plans, I’m coming over.”

“What? No!” You practically yell, earning a disapproving noise from Jay which is usually a tell-tale of him about to scold you. “No,” you say softly this time, “No, you really don’t have to.”

“Oh, c’mon, Y/N. I know you better than anyone else. You obviously want—no, need my company right now.” And he was firm with his statement too, but you obviously won’t admit it even if it was true.

You roll your eyes, “alright, you narcissist.” You completely ignore his onslaught of reasons why he wasn’t and that he was only being a good friend, cutting him off, “do what you want. You’ve got a key to my apartment.”

“Of course I do,” you could practically hear him roll his eyes. “It’s just as important as the keys to my bike.”

“You’re not riding your motorcycle in this weather right?” You take a quick look at the drizzling skyline, concerned, “I’d rather have you in one piece, Jay.”

Jay scoffs, “‘course not. I’m not an idiot.”

“Debatable.”

“You know what? I’m letting you off this time since you’re probably not in the mood.”

“Yeah, sorry.” This time, you laugh softly at his compliance, “stay safe, okay?”

His laugh brings a grin to your face, “anything for you. See you soon, bye!”

“Bye-bye.”

“Bye-bye, Y/N-ie~” and he hangs up before you even get the chance to make fun of his out of nowhere cuteness.

Giggling, you take a quick glance at his silly contact photo before locking your phone, “Dork.” You say with fondness as you press play, eager to resume the movie.

* * *

“What a douchebag.”

“That’s your third time saying it, but yeah, he is.”

Jay arrived at your humble abode about thirty minutes prior to you spilling everything that had happened to your week of radio silence, barging into your apartment as if he owned the place (as Jay usually would) and pointing out how you look like shit which you promptly swatted his arm for, telling him he didn’t look any better being dampened by the rain.

Another ten minutes go by and Jay had changed into a clean pair of clothes he had left behind the last time he stayed over, now the two of you are squeezed together on your bed, the same movie from before playing idly as you both talk about your shitty week.

“Oh but I really mean it this time,” Jay says with clear distaste all the while gesturing wildly to prove his point, making you snort. “He’s been seeing someone else behind your back for what—3 months? How long were you guys together again?”

You make a face upon realization while counting in your head, “6 months? More or less…”

“What the fuck…” Jay says, laughing in a mix of disbelief and anger that was mostly directed at your ex. “Half of your time with him? What an asshole.”

“Now that’s your second time saying that.”

“Never mind the technicalities!” He waves you off, “Are you okay?” He asks, now gazing at you intently as if to gauge whether you’d spit out a lie or not.

Shrugging, you sigh and rest your head against his arm, “I cried a week's worth of tears, I think I’m getting there.”

“Oh c’mere,” a yelp flies past your lips as you find yourself getting a face-full of Jay's chest and an arm thrown around your shoulders. “I told you time and time again that boys are stupid and they stink.”

You roll your eyes, melting into his embrace anyway. “Except you?” You chuckle as you throw an arm around his waist, nuzzling your cheek against his chest.

His grip around your frame tightens as he hums in confirmation, “except me. I’m a special case.” Laughter then pours from your lips, earning a chuckle in return. “Good riddance. You deserve better than your shitty ex anyways.”

“I know. You’ve told me plenty of times…” you trail off, your fingers playing with the edge of his shirt as your mind briefly wanders to the many times you’ve received his scolding in the past; whether it’d be simply for skipping a meal or for falling for the wrong person (again), you’re pretty sure you’ve endured every reason for a scolding out there—hell, he might have scolded you more than your parents ever did.

“Thanks for being here, Jay.”

He snorts softly, his fingers gently carding through your hair which instantly granted him a pleased sigh, “well, someone’s got to check whether you're alive or not,” he teases, giggling when you try to tickle him in retaliation, “but you’re welcome,” you look up right as he plants a soft peck against your temple, “anything for my best girl.” He coos, smiling down at you for a brief moment before moving his attention towards the screen.

Now you were well aware of Jay’s moments of heart-warming sweetness, similar to that moment a few seconds prior, so you were very much used to his random acts of brazen affection, but you can’t deny the small fluttering sensation you felt in your belly every time he had his moments.

You’d rather take that secret to the grave instead of admitting to it or admitting it to Jay himself.

Despite having Jay over for company, your mind is a traitorous thing that no matter how interesting the new movie your best friend picked out, you can’t help but to think about the incident that almost cost you your dignity if you had chosen a different route in confronting your cheating ex.

What the hell did the bastard have to look smug for? Humiliating you? Figuratively grabbing your heart out, throwing it to the ground and stepping on it? His other girl you’d understand because she had quite literally snatched him right under your nose. Did your ex get that much satisfaction from seeing you in distress? If only murder was legal—though you probably won’t be able to stomach it.

Good thing there were other options for you to choose from to enact your revenge on the asshole and what’s more perfect than aiming at his pride and shattering it once and for all?

“Hey Jay?”

“Yeah?”

“On a scale of 1-10, how psyched would you be if you were to do something ridiculous with me?”

His hand that was combing through your hair stills, his chest rumbling with a thoughtful hum. “depends… What do I get out of it?”

“The loving touch of a woman, maybe?”

You erupt into peals of laughter as soon as he starts sputtering and tripping over his words, trying to form a reply. You were laughing so hard in fact that you didn't even notice that he had left you in a heap on the bed, struggling to breath.

“You’re an idiot, did you know that?” Even if he did look like a disapproving parent—hands on hips, scowl and all—still, you can’t help but snicker when he lifts an eyebrow, prompting you for an explanation of your embarrassing statement.

“I’m sorry,” you finally say after your fit of giggles, “that was a joke, but I’m serious about doing something with me—now come back here...” you drag out the last word of your sentence, complete with your arms stretched towards him while you made grabby-hands.

Jay shakes his head with a heavy sigh, but relents anyway as his back meets the plush surface of your bed. “Now what’s going on through that mind of yours?”

“Be my fake boyfriend.”

And as expected, you were met with silence.

The look on Jay’s face was absolutely priceless and you would have laughed if you weren't being serious. “You’ve finally lost it.” He deadpans, sitting up-right, “You’ve actually—no, that’s a stupid plan what… No.” He snaps as soon as he catches the twitch in your lips, a sign that you were about to whine to get your way. “Is this your fucked up way of moving on?” Harsh as his question may sound, he still held that look of nonchalance, but no doubt expecting a sensible answer from you.

You wince, “okay, that does sound bad but no; I’d like to call it petty revenge.”

Jay blinks once, twice, three times before he scoffs and mutters under his breath, most likely about what crime he did in his past life to be stuck with you in this situation; though you could tell that there’s a smile threatening to break through that ‘no nonsense’ facade of his. “This is probably your stupidest idea yet. Congratulations.” He says as he claps, offering you a sarcastic smile. You scowl in return.

“Hey, no it isn’t! Listen, this is my ex’s pride we’re aiming for! Knowing him, it’d probably hurt his ego too when he sees that I’ve ‘moved on’,” Jay snorts at your air quotations, “that fast, and let’s not forget he’ll be seeing me with you. He’s always hated you for some reason.” And that was a fact that you still find funny until now.

Your recent ex wasn’t the only one who shared the same sentiments when it came to Jay; even your past exes held some sort of contempt for your best friend, which was already ridiculous in and of itself seeing Jay was honest to God one of the nicest people you’ve ever had the pleasure of befriending and not once did he even provoke any of them. You’ve always brought this up with Jay—who obviously did not care—only to get a knowing smile in return as he tells you to “not to worry about it. It’s just stupid guy stuff.”

Even with the reasoning behind your outrageous plan, Jay still held firm in his stern front which prompted you to launch into a different tactic: stroking his ego.

“C’mon! It makes sense, I mean—” here we go, “you’re handsome, a good student,” you internally roll your eyes when his lip twitched, “you can cook and—oh, let’s not forget you’re rich as all fuck, being the son of a CEO, you’re literally the walking epitome of ‘boyfriend material’! Imagine how much it’ll break him to see me with the supposedly elusive Park Jongseong!”

With pursed lips, Jay scrutinizes you with narrowed eyes, “well, when you put it like that,” and that’s when you know you’ve got him. “Keep talking and maybe I’ll consider.” Okay, maybe not.

“You’re just fishing for compliments at this point.” You say drily.

“Hey! You rarely talk about my good points, at least let me get an ego boost!”

“Didn’t I already? I called you perfect of all things.” And he does look rather pleased when you repeat the compliment, earning him another one of your eyerolls. “C’mon, it'd be fun! Then you’ll finally get to experience what it’s like!”

Jay lets out an exasperated sigh, “I’ve had plenty of experience, thank you.” He takes off his glasses to pinch his nose bridge for a few moments, probably regaining his patience for you. “But since you’re so desperate—”

You immediately protest, “no I’m not!”

He ignores you, “desperate,” he repeats, pinning you with a pointed glare. “I’ll agree with your stupid plan—but, we’re doing it on my terms.”

Your elation then slowly dwindles when he eyes you with a smirk, “okay… should I be worried?”

He scoffs, poking your side. “No. Just remember you asked for a boyfriend out of me and you’re damn well getting one.” You didn’t even have the heart to correct him.

Somehow, that sounded vaguely threatening, even if things were in your favor. You know Jay had his own stubborn streak, particularly when his determination to prove himself was driving him head-first into things. One could only hope this won’t turn out to be another shit show if he decides to go overboard. You don’t even know what to expect from someone you had little to no idea of what Jay being a boyfriend is like, considering he usually kept his love affairs private and would only tell you bits and pieces when you persisted.

So your paranoia that spiked up a few days down the line of radio silence from Jay wasn’t at all baseless. Just what was he planning for you both? You never did talk about his terms, only getting a “let me handle it” before he left your apartment the following day of his visit.

It’s when you wake up from your deep slumber, the best sleep you’ve ever had after a week of wallowing in self-pity after your nasty break up when you get a call at nine in the morning, your phone blaring with Jay’s ridiculous set ringtone.

You answer almost immediately, even if it was a struggle to open your eyes. “Where the fuck were you?”

“Good morning to you too, princess.” A hand raises up to massage your temple to quell your upcoming headache as soon as his laugh resounds front the other line. “And if you must know, I’ve been planning. Did I wake you?”

“Okay, that doesn’t bode well,” snorting at his whinging, you continue on, “and yeah, you did. It’s so early, what gives?”

“Just thought it’d be nice to tell you about our date later. Wouldn’t want to scare you.”

What.

“Hang on—a date?” That has you sitting up real quick, throwing the thick covers off of yourself in the process as you get onto your feet. “You never said anything about a date?! As a matter of fact, you never said anything!” You hissed, whipping around to look desperately at your closet, hopeful that you at least had something decent left in there to wear. “Where were you the last few days anyway?” You ask him again.

“Planning, duh? What else? If I’m going to be your boyfriend, then I have to do this right.”

You raise an eyebrow, but decide to humor him anyway, “and this... date we’re going on?”

“—Is something I thought of so we could at least know what we’re working with. If you want to get back at your ex, the least we could do is to make it believable for everyone. Wouldn’t want your awkwardness to ruin this revenge plan of yours.” Well, he wasn’t wrong. The dynamic you had with Jay was strictly platonic and you may or may have not thought about the possibility of crossing the line between platonic and romantic if you really want to put on a show.

The thought alone made your face warm. You’ve only shared hugs and occasional pecks on the forehead, temple and cheeks… what if you had to kiss Jay on the lips too? To prove to everyone (mainly your ex) that you’ve truly moved on? Oh lord.. What if you end up liking it?

“—Hellooo? Y/N? Are you still there or have you fallen asleep?”

Jay’s calls snapped you out of your stupor. “Sorry! Yes, I’m still here. I was just… uh, thinking.” You mumble, shaking your head. “So what time is our date?”

“Well, I’m picking you up, so around 1-ish? If that’s okay with you.”

“Yeah, 1 is fine. I don’t have much to do today anyway,” you say, taking a peek at the barely filled to-do list pinned to your cork board. “I’ll make sure to look extra pretty for you.” You sing-songed as a joke, poking fun at Jay’s insistence to dress to the nines whenever the opportunity arises and obviously you didn’t want to be upstaged by him.

“What do you mean? You always look pretty to me.” Jay affirms, voice taking a softer tone from what you can tell as you stood there with your mouth slightly agape, not really expecting the compliment.

“W-what—”

“Anyways, see you later. Bye-bye, Y/N-ie~” and he hangs up before you even get to speak.

You pull your phone back from your ear to stare at the screen in disbelief as his voice replays in your mind over and over again like a broken record.

You always look pretty to me.

The phone falls to the plush surface of your duvet as your hands automatically fly to your face to hide your embarrassment even if there was no one to witness it.

“Idiot.” You whine, shaking your head as you rush out of your room to get started on your day and mentally prepare yourself on what Jay has planned for you both.

* * *

True to his words, Jay arrived on the dot, pushing you into a slight panic when you received a string of messages saying he was right outside of your apartment. With one last look at yourself in the mirror, you rush to get everything you need before slamming the door close behind you, nodding to yourself when you hear the lock click in place.

“There she is!” Is the first thing you hear as soon as you step out of your apartment building. “Took you long enough. Thought I was waiting for a turtle.”

“Can you be quiet? I can’t help that it takes three minutes to use the—” You stop in your tracks, eyes widening at the sight that greets you the very moment your feet hit the pavement, “—stairs.”

There, just a few paces away, stood Jay with a helmet in your favorite color under his arm, while his own in a sleek black rested idly on the seat of his motorcycle. Of course you had already expected him to dress to the nines, but seeing him like this, waiting for you right outside of your apartment like an actual boyfriend would, dressed to the nines made something stir in your chest the longer you drink up the sight set in front of you.

Jay, noticing your sudden silence quirks up one eyebrow, “you okay?” He asks, lightly touching the one side of his head where his hair was slicked back.

You cough awkwardly, squaring your shoulders as you slowly make your way towards him, “Just peachy,” you reply with a crooked smile then shift your attention to the helmet. “I’m guessing that’s mine then?”

Jay makes a noise of realization, quickly brandishing the helmet with a proud smile. “Yeah! Made sure I got it in your favorite color too.”

Your heart flutters at his thoughtfulness, “you didn’t have to.”

“Don’t be silly. My bike is a constant presence like you are so might as well get you one when I take you to places.” He shrugs.

And your traitorous heart skips a beat, causing you to click your tongue and look off to the side, “who says I’m getting on that death trap with you?”

Jay rolls his eyes, “don’t be dramatic. Don’t you trust me?”

“Of course I do but—”

“Then that’s all you need to do. C’mere,” he motions with his head for you to come closer, “I’ll put this on for you.”

You could have argued that you were more than capable of putting it on your own and it didn’t help that Jay was someone who did these acts of servitude to those he really cares for, but before you could even get a word out to decline, Jay had already lifted the helmet just a few inches above your head, a gentle smile playing along his lips.

“You may want to make sure your hair’s fixed in place before I squeeze this onto you.”

You stick your tongue out at him, but do as you’re told anyway, “I knew that.” You mumble, then let him do as he pleases.

A yelp flies past your lips when he all but shoves the helmet onto your head, pouting when you hear his muffled laughter as he continues to adjust the fit. “You could have been more gentle!”

“Now where’s the fun in that?” He tuts, smirking at you now as he lifts the visor, “‘this fit okay?”

You nod, “snug as a bug.”

Jay snorts, “nerd. Okay, I’ll adjust the straps here—“ and the rest is now lost to you when you take in his appearance.

There was no room for disappointment when it came to Jay’s looks and paired with his immaculate fashion sense, it would be a crime if one had missed the chance to ogle at your best friend who clearly stood out from everyone else and obviously you wouldn’t miss out on your chance while he was busy.

“You look really good today.” You say, eyeing the necklace around his neck in mild interest before meeting his eyes.

“Yeah?” He clicks the buckle underneath your chin in place. “You don’t look bad yourself, princess.” He muses, smirking when he catches the warmth coating your cheeks from the compliment—was that even considered as one?—before flipping the visor back down as he turned around to put on his own.

“Jerk.” You grouched.

Once the buckle to Jay’s helmet clicks into place, he swings a leg over his motorcycle, kicking up the kickstand in the process while looking at you expectantly through his visor, “you need help getting on too?”

“No!” You say a little too quickly, “I can do it on my own.” And to spite him, you make sure to dig your fingertips into his shoulders as hard as you can when using them as leverage to get on behind him. However, it doesn’t seem like he felt your little scheme, instead it was you who felt something and that something was the hard muscle underneath his well-loved leather jacket.

To make matters worse, your touch had lingered a second too long and that was enough for your mind to conjure a series of images that would have left you running for the hills in mortification if Jay had gotten the chance to peek into your brain.

“Better hold on tightly, Y/N. My shoulders are a good start, but you’ll be safer with your arms around my waist.”

You swear your cheeks might melt off from how hot they’re starting to feel, “in your dreams.” Though you quickly retract your statement and do end up migrating your hold from his shoulders to his waist when he jostled his motorbike to get comfortable as he revved it up.

You could only hope that Jay doesn’t notice how tight you were actually clinging onto him and if he does, he doesn’t acknowledge it.

* * *

“Should we hold hands or something?” You wonder aloud as Jay leads you through the aquarium he decided to bring you to today.

“Do you really have to ask that when you’re already doing it?” He says, lifting your already intertwined hands for show.

You look at your joined hands, blink and then peer up at Jay with wide eyes, “oh…”

Jay lets out a soft laugh, “I didn’t say it was a bad thing,” he smiles at you, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze, “if anything, it’s really cute.” His smile only widens when you grow even more flustered by the second.

“Shut up.”

He doesn’t listen. Instead, he pulls you along with him as he starts walking again, talking to himself as if you weren’t there. “Ah, Y/N is so cute,” he takes a quick glance at you over his shoulder, “thinking I can’t tell how much she likes being called as such—ah really.”

“Jay…” you whine, quickly falling into step with him.

“Yes, princess?”

You narrow your eyes, “you’re doing too good of a job being my fake boyfriend.”

“Yeah? I just know you too well,” he shrugs, pulling you closer by hand, “and I’ve been told I’d make a perfect boyfriend so you’re only getting what you asked me for.” He winks.

And he gives you exactly that.

He’s taken you out to more “dates” after that, whether they were carefully planned for the weekends or spontaneous after class ones during the weekdays, they were still dates that you find yourself enjoying. At least the one perk that has proven to be beneficial from this fake-dating thing was Jay coming to pick you up from your classes.

It became the norm for you to receive Jay’s early morning texts asking if you wanted him to pick you up after classes (with you saying yes every time). It became the norm for you to reason that your helmet needs to be used since it was a gift from your best friend. It became the norm for you to anticipate whatever Jay has planned for both of you to enjoy and…

It became the norm for you to feel butterflies fluttering in your chest and stomach whenever Jay gives you a smile so soft and sweet that there were times where it scared just how much you wanted to see his face light up with said smile.

You weren’t being selfish with this whole revenge against your ex right? Jay seemed to be in great spirits whenever you were together and not once did he ever complain.

Sure there were times where he did look mildly irked when you were being a little difficult for him to handle, but it would usually fade as if it wasn’t there as soon as you apologize and that at least gave you the reassurance that he wasn’t at all regretting the fake dating you both got going on.

You on the other hand, were starting to regret asking Jay of all people to be your fake boyfriend.

None of your friends knew this was just all for show. You both agreed to not let anyone else in on your whole revenge plan in case word got out to your ex that this wasn’t at all real.

(Well, it was mostly Jake and Sunoo who were the problem. They can’t for the life of them keep their mouths shut)

But to you, it felt all too real.

It felt real when Jay made sure the helmet he gave you was put on right when he picked you up every single morning to take you to school, when he made sure he was the one walking the closest to the road while having a protective arm around your shoulders as he chatted about his day with you and it absolutely felt real when he kissed your knuckles goodbye every time he took you home while you watch him drive away on his motorbike, wondering why you suddenly felt empty inside.

That realization came a few days later when you were scrolling through your camera roll, smiling and laughing at each selca you and Jay took to commemorate each date you guys have been on (yes, even the spontaneous ones) that is until your thumb tapped on the photo of you and Jay from your very first date, the one at the aquarium.

Looking at the photo, you looked happier, at ease judging by the way you smiled brightly at the camera and that was a common theme from each selca you took with Jay: you looked the happiest you have ever been, being with Jay.

And from there on out, you can’t imagine a life without him by your side.

* * *

Jay [3:34PM]: hey babe 😗

Jay [3:34PM]: u busy tonight?

You [3:35PM]: 🤨 not really why?

Jay [3:35PM]: perfect. I’ll be over at 6 we’re going to Heeseung’s party 🥳

You [3:35PM]: ,, is this another date of ours?

Jay [3:36PM]: depends on how you look at it. Ur ex is gonna be there btw 👀

You [3:36PM]: @#%$#% AND YOU KNOW THIS HOW?

Jay [3:36PM]: Sunoo duh. He’s up everybody’s business 🤣🤣

Jay [3:37PM]: anyways see you princess!

Jay [3:37PM]: oh and I have something for you too lol

You [3:38PM]: WHAT?? WHAT IS IT THIS TIME JAY IS2G

You [3:39PM]: DONT LEAVE ME ON READ WTF??? 🤬

* * *

“Oh my God, Jay you didn’t have to get me a new dress!” You exclaim as you watch the man pull the said dress from a box that looked far too luxurious to your liking. “You’re my fake boyfriend, not my sugar daddy!”

Jay gives you an unimpressed look. “Never call me that again,” He says drily as he lays the dress onto your bed. “Besides, boyfriends can still buy stuff for their significant other, right?” He raises a sharp eyebrow at you as if daring you to prove him wrong and if he notices the warmth coating your cheeks, he doesn’t comment on it. Instead, he continues to gaze at you with hawk-like eyes, foot tapping impatiently against the wooden floors with his arms folded against his chest.

“I mean, I guess but—c’mon, this must have cost you a lot or something.” You reason, “you could have just picked something out from my wardrobe…” You say while pointing to your closet that had some articles of clothing that would have tickled Jay’s fancy.

But he only shrugs, giving it a quick glance. “Sure, I could’ve done that. But I did say we’d be putting on a show tonight, yeah?” He grins, eyes twinkling with mischief and you would be lying if you didn’t find that look on him the least bit attractive. “Imagine how wounded his ego will be once he sees you in this expensive dress that I was able to buy for you—as the perfect boyfriend should.” Though Jay was at least trying his best not to sound smug, the way his chest had puffed out slightly as he stood taller was already an indication that he too would enjoy the possible outcome of this stunt.

“Okay, you got me there.” You resign, eyeing the dress with mild interest, “thanks, I guess.”

Jay beams, clapping his hands once, appearing satisfied by your gratitude. “You’re welcome, princess.” He snickers when you make a face at his newfound fixation on the ridiculous pet name, “now get ready. I’ll be waiting in the living room, okay?”

You hum in affirmation.

He smiles. “Good girl.”

“Get out.”

Jay bursts into laughter, “I’m going, I’m going!”

As soon as the door clicks shut behind him, you panic, pacing around the room all the while keeping an eye on the dress spread innocently on your bed, then you realize that you were being ridiculous about all this. Wasn’t it your idea for petty revenge? Why are you so nervous? It’s just Jay… you’re ridiculously handsome best friend who is equally ridiculous as you are for agreeing to your stupid revenge plan that has come back to bite you in the ass.

Yeah, you were definitely aware of how slow you are when it comes to your own feelings and you can only hope that if you were to admit to harboring a rapidly growing crush on him, you would hope that Jay would at least hear you out.

You leave your en-suite an hour later decked only in your bathrobe, hair and makeup already done and all that’s left is to put on the absurdly expensive dress your fake boyfriend decided to buy for you. You’ve got to admit, his reason for spending on you (again) made sense, so you’ll let his impulsivity slide just this once. Besides, you know it would be worth seeing the look on your ex’s face.

Only, there was one problem, you couldn’t for the life of you get the zipper sitting innocently on top of your tailbone to budge.

You really did try your best to pull and pull, but for a dress that was so meticulously made, it sure made your life harder than it already is.

A huff escapes your lips as you look at yourself in the mirror with disdain, hair that was once neat already mussed up from your constant fidgeting and you can see the makeup around your nose lifting from working up a sweat: all in all, you were not having a fun time, even if the dress looked gorgeous.

“Right.” You mumble, hands clutching the front of the dress for dear life as you trudge towards your door, totally ignoring your racing heart as you crack the door open to peak your head out.

“Jay?” Your voice is meek as you eye your best friend seated on an armchair with a book you had left on your coffee table in hand. His leather jacket is thrown on the back of the loveseat to expose the button-down shirt and his toned arms and as much as you want to stare at the glorious sight, the cool air brushing against your bare back snapped you out of your stupor.

It’s on the second call of his name when he looks up and he immediately snaps the books close when he meets your gaze. “Babe? What’s wrong?” He’s quick on his feet, rushing towards you with concern written all over his face.

“It’s the dress,” you mumble, an embarrassed blush rising to your cheeks, “I can’t zip it up. It’s like it’s stuck or something.”

Your cheeks warms even further when a soft laugh flies past his lips, “is that it? I thought it was an emergency.” He teases, pushing your door further open so he can make his way inside.

“It is though!” You argue, walking backwards until you stood in front of your mirror. “And I’m not gonna risk destroying this dress!”

Jay snickers, shaking his head fondly. “Alright, princess, calm down.” He says and you watch him get behind you in the mirror. “Right, I’m just gonna…” Goosebumps rise on your skin when you feel his fingers brush your neck when he moves your hair to rest on one shoulder, exposing the bare skin of your back. “Wouldn’t want that in the way, yeah?”

“Y-yeah…” You gulp, tensing when he places a hand on your waist.

“Why are you so skittish? It’s just me.” And that’s exactly the problem.

Up until your… awakening, he was just Jay, your over-the-top best friend who loved to barge into your home unannounced as if he owned the place and now looking at him through your mirror, he became Jay; your best friend who you may or may not have developed feelings for throughout weeks of him being your fake boyfriend. So no one can really blame you when your breath hitches as he starts to pull the zipper up the length of your back, his breath occasionally hitting the nape of your neck and you almost, almost gasp out loud when the blunt nail of his thumb grazes your skin.

“There we go,” Jay murmurs, voice lower than usual as both of his hands brushed down your sides to rid the dress of any wrinkles. “You look really good.”

That prompts you to look at yourself in the mirror once more, “you think so?”

“I know so.” He affirms, gently squeezing your waist.

You smile at the compliment, tilting your neck to peer up at Jay who’s already looking at you, a pleased smile playing on his lips. “Thank you.”

“I’m only telling the truth.” He shrugs, “now hurry up, we’ve got an ex to upstage.” Jay presses a quick kiss to your temple, giving your waist a last squeeze before he’s heading out of your room, leaving you to process everything that just happened with an erratically beating heart.

“Well, I’m fucked.”

* * *

The party is in full swing when you and Jay arrive at Heeseung’s home, however the host himself was nowhere to be found. At least Sunoo, Jake and Sunghoon were easy to find, albeit in different locations but still, both you and Jay managed.

You now stood close to the living area, where it became an impromptu dance floor as you and Jay each nursed a solo cup of whatever alcoholic beverage you chose as you talked—well, shouting is much more appropriate considering the music was extra loud and Jay made sure to keep an eye out for your ex too with you having to snap him out of it when he gets a little too into his ‘sentry’ duty.

It’s when you were in the middle of telling Jay about an eventful Wednesday morning does his posture stiffen, eyebrows narrowed as his eyes zeroed in on something behind you. “I see your ex.” He says, placing his hand on the small of your back to push him closer to you. “He’s with some girl.”

“Oh, shit—now?” Fuck. You almost forgot why you were here in the first place.

“Hey, calm down.” Jay says, running his hand up and down your back to placate your nerves, “now here’s what you’re gonna do: you’re going to pull me onto the dance floor, smile pretty for me and pull onto my belt loop, yeah? Then I’ll take it from there.”

You look over your shoulder, recognizing the familiar mop of hair of your ex that is also making his way to the dance floor with the same girl you caught him with then looking back at Jay with pursed lips. “Okay.”

Jay smiles, the same mischievous twinkle alight in his dark eyes, “alright. Show time.” Then you watch him tip back his head to down his drink in one go, your eyes trailing down to gaze at his adam's apple bobbing up and down. He looks at you again, licking his lips for any remnants of the drink before a smirk graces his lips. “Go on, I’ll be right behind you.” He reassures you, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

The dance floor is packed, you note, the temperature increased significantly too due to the amount of bodies you had to weave your way through while pulling Jay along until you found a spot spacious enough for both of you to move freely and when you knew all eyes were on both of you, especially Jay taking his reputation into account, you set the plan in motion.

You just hope your ex was looking at the two of you.

With a sudden rush of confidence, you turn on your heel, keeping in mind to keep your movements smooth and measured as you faced Jay with that sweet and sultry smile you promised him. Your teeth sunk into the plushness of your lower lip as you did for a full effect as your finger curled around one of his belt loops to pull him into you.

Hands resting on his chest, you lean into his ear, close enough that your lips almost brush against it. “How’s that?”

Jay hums, “perfect. Never thought you had that in you if I’m being honest, so I’m pleasantly surprised.”

You pull back just to give him a cheeky grin, “guess I’m just full of surprises.”

“That you are, princess,” he says, voice low as his eyes bore into yours, “that you are—now,” you feel his hands place themselves on your hips. “Dance with me.” You didn’t need to be told twice, already swaying to the beat of the song with your hands trailing up Jay’s chest to rest behind his neck, fingers loosely playing with the hair there.

It’s lost how long exactly you spent dancing on the still crowded dance floor as your mind could only focus on the delicious smell of Jay’s perfume, how devastatingly handsome he looked in the lowlight and how incredible it made you feel when he watched you as if you were the only one worthy of his undivided attention and God you could definitely get used to that look on his face.

Your ex is long forgotten at this point. Who cares about what he thinks? What everybody thinks? You couldn’t give two fucks even if you tried, not when your senses were filled with Jay Jay Jay, and the way his arms felt around you; you could only wish this could last forever. Although, your momentary pining gets interrupted when the familiar beats of the next song sounded.

“Oh!” You exclaim when you recognize the song playing at the moment, “I love this song!”

“Yeah?” Jay chuckles, running a hand up and down your back as you began singing along.

“My baby loves me, my baby loves me—“

“I really do.”

“Yeah—wait what?”

The chance of replying to the sudden confession wasn’t part of the options anymore, not when Jay has his lips against yours with one of his hands cupping your jaw. It’s a shame you don’t get to respond however, as he already pulled back, but his hand still held your jaw. His thumb gently stroked your skin as his eyes filled with so much adoration for you and you alone looked into your widened pair.

You would have expected him to shy away from your gaze, considering you were absolutely speechless at the moment but Jay stood rooted to the ground as he smiled gently at you. He doesn’t look afraid, if anything, he looked pretty calm, far too calm for someone who just admitted to being in love with their best friend for—

“How—how long?” You stammer, cheeks absolutely aflame as Jay swayed you both to Ariana Grande’s voice. “How long have you—“

“Have I loved you?” Jay continues for you, “far too long that I immediately jumped at the chance of being your fake boyfriend.” Now he looks a tad sheepish from the revelation. Nonetheless, he still stood tall, confidence unwavering. “My timing is always shit when it comes to you, did you know? Every single fucking time I was about to ask you out on a date, someone always beats me to it. I always claim it was bad timing, but Sunoo would counter that with me just being a coward.” He makes a face, “well, he wasn’t wrong, but it was mostly timing.”

“I almost lost hope, but then you asked me to be your fake boyfriend and I obviously took that as a chance to show you what I could be like as a boyfriend to you.” Jay muses, “and it also pissed me off that you seem to always find the assholes. I know this isn’t what you were expecting from all of this and I know that you might not feel the same but—“

“Jay?”

“Yeah?”

“Just shut up and kiss me again before I change my mind.”

You weren’t entirely sure if you were there yet, love that is; but you knew you felt something more for the man who kissed you like you were the most precious thing to ever walk the earth and the more his lips moved against yours, the more he showed how much he wanted you to be his and his alone. He poured his everything into it, only for you to grow more and more certain that you’ll have no problems falling in love with your best friend in no time.

Besides, you always thought Jay would probably make it easy for anyone to fall for him. He just had that aura, never mind his initial cold front. It’s what comes after when you get to know him better in the long run.

Jay pulls away, resting his forehead against yours, “Wanna get out of here?”

“Thought you’d never ask.”

It’s when you wake up in his arms the next morning were you convinced that maybe, just maybe you have loved Jay since the beginning, but you were just too busy looking for love somewhere else to pay attention to what was right there all along.

At least now you have Jay to remind you, after all, it’s hard to forget about him when he’s currently peppering your face with gentle kisses and there was no place you’d rather be than where you are now.

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a/n: I can't believe I wrote 8k words from hearing "my baby loves me" over and over again help

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