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kdramafeeds · 2 years
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Lee Hye Yeong x Kim Jojo
08.19.2022
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twogyuu · 2 years
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Terrifyingly Innocent [Eleven]
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Pairing: Seungcheol x fem!reader
Synopsis: Fearful of losing her, yet unwilling to leave; this agreement between Seungcheol and his best friend’s little sister was meant to be casual and temporary, yet he finds himself growing more attached to her day by day.
Genre: Fluff, angst, fake dating, fwb(?), slowburn, older brother’s best friend!Seungcheol, badboy!Seungcheol, innocent!reader, older brother!Jihoon, non-idol!au, university!au, low-key Crazy Rich Asians!au(Seungcheol is RICH - implied chaebol lifestyle, Jihoon and reader’s family aren’t chaebols and are commoners but well-off)
Warnings: Profanity, mentions of food and drinking, insecurities, mentions of sex, getting caught in the library 🤭, umm . . . probably grammar errors because I did not proofread (it’s 3AM here 💀) 
WC: 5.2K
A/N: Um . . .  honestly no thoughts for this chapter lol, other than things are starting to move along? Question for readers though . . . how are you guys liking the pacing so far? I can’t believe I’m already on chapter 11 and not much seems to have happened yet 💀 Please drop an ask and let me know what you think! It would be very helpful :)
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It was as if everything went backwards after Seungcheol and your first official date as a fake couple. The acts of intimacy, holding hands in the hallways and pulling you close into his side during lunch, became a seldom occurrence. Perhaps if his hand accidentally brushed against yours when the two of you were walking side by side, he found himself slotting his into yours before you would tighten your grip on him as if it were natural – he noticed your cheeks didn’t heat up like they used to either. Rarely, did he come find you after class – opting to surprise you (gently of course) if he saw you lounging around campus.  If you wanted to spend lunch with just Clara and Hansol, Seungcheol left you alone, eating lunch with Jihoon instead. Even the rumors and whispers about the two of you have quieted. All of this wasn't a bad thing, per se. In fact, Seungcheol felt more at ease with how natural being with you. 
How easy it was being with you made Seungcheol question the reality he knew, however. Was this love he was seeking all along? Or was this just the two of you being something a little closer friends? The rom-coms and melodramas he watched were always filled with big gestures that left both parties’ hearts fluttering. In What’s Wrong With Secretary Kim, Park Seojun was always back hugging or kissing Park Minyoung at the most random times. In Love Alarm, Hye Yeong always did cute boyfriend things for JoJo, like hanging up her curtains or teaching her how to put on ties. The things you and Seungcheol did were nothing close to being that cute since the date. You studied together in the library whenever the two of you had free time, though frankly, Seungcheol only joined you because he knew you were a diligent student and he needed to focus more on his final senior project. Every now and then, he’d walk you to work at the cafe, but he never even stepped foot in there because insisted he not walk further than the corner of the street in case Jisoo saw the two of you. If he was lucky, you’d invite him over for dinner a couple more times than usual each week – and Jihoon was always present. 
It wasn’t romantic at all, yet he kind of liked it. 
With a heavy sigh, Seungcheol set the thick paper coffee cup in front of you with a loud ‘tok’ as the bottom slapped the wooden table, catching you off-guard. You quickly lowered the screen of your laptop, Seungcheol catching a brief glimpse of the word ‘Greece’ and a picture of historical structures. You peered up at your fake boyfriend, innocently, your pink hoodie partially shielding your view. He frowned and furrowed his brows together curiously, wondering why you looked like you had just been caught red handed. 
“Thank you,” you peeped, grabbing the hot drink with both hands. 
Seungcheol hummed in reply, settling in his own seat across from you. You took a sip, wincing as the liquid burned a small patch of your tongue. 
Seeing the whole scene unfold, Seugcheol let out a brisk ‘tsk’ in concern. “Be careful - wait for it to be cooler.”
You set the drink down, shooting an annoyed look his way. 
“What are you working on?” Seungcheol asked, folding his arms across his chest. 
Picking up your pencil, you added some shading to a corner of the building you were sketching. “Just working on some designs,” you shrugged. 
Seungcheol figured you were probably looking for inspiration from ‘Greek’ architecture for your whatever you were working on. 
“You?” you dropped your pencil. 
“Some spreadsheets,” Seungcheol replied. Mindlessly, he scrolled through his Excel file filled with various numbers he didn’t even know how he produced. 
“Fun,” you chuckled awkwardly. 
“Mmhm,” Seungcheol placed the straw of his ice coffee in between his lips, taking a long sip. Your eyes flickered back and forth between him and your sketch. Normal small talk like this wasn’t normal between the two of you. You wondered if there was something else on his mind or he was really just bored from looking at all those numbers. Figuring your drink was probably cooler now, you brought it to your lips, blowing at it a little before you sipped. 
“Wonwoo asked if you wanted to go on a blind date with him this weekend,” Seungcheol finally blurted. 
You choked, coughing a fit, earning a few uncomfortable glances in your direction. 
“Me?” you said a little too loudly. 
A random hush was thrown your way.
Seungcheol rolled his eyes, “Yes you - of course not! He meant us, you and me.”
“Oh,” you tucked your chin into your chest sheepishly. 
“Already laying eyes on my friends, I see,” Seungcheol muttered. 
“You said ‘you,’” you retorted. 
“How would that be a blind date? You already met him.”
You shook your head in annoyance, letting yourself lose this banter this time. You didn’t want to lose any more brain cells. “Why does he want us to join him on his blind date?” 
“It’ll be like a double date,” Seungcheol replied, leaning onto his elbows, “His parents are making him go with the heiress of Byun Holdings.”
“And why do we have to go?”
Seungcheol shrugged. “It’s what friends do.”
You eyed him curiously, a mischievous smile growing on your face as an idea forming in your head. “You know you can always ask me on dates without an excuse, right?”
“Oh my god – no,” Seungcheol nearly slammed his head against the table. He can’t believe a few weeks ago he had told you you were good at flirting. “It’s not that - if I wanted to go on a date with you, I would’ve already asked.”
You slumped back in your seat admittedly a little hurt - you must’ve been a pretty terrible date when you went to the Cherry Blossom Festival if he hasn’t asked you since then.  
“Wonwoo . . . doesn’t like the heiress of Byun Holdings - she talks a lot,” Seungcheol explained, “And you know, Wonwoo doesn’t – so we go to help . . . make it a little more bearable for him.”
Seungcheol noticed the way you sank further into your chair and pulled your hoodie tighter around your chin. Though he was supposed to be annoyed by you, he couldn’t help that little twitch of the corner of his lips when he saw how embarrassed you were. 
“We don’t have to go, if you don’t want to,” Seungcheol added when you didn’t answer. 
“I’ll think about it,” you quipped. Unable to sit in your seat any longer, you pushed yourself away from the table, quickly getting up and pointed awkwardly at a random bookcase. “I’m gonna go find a book about . . . uh . . . uh, building . . . p-poles– pillars. Yeah, building pillars for my . . . class.”
Though you were an architecture major, Seungcheol doubted there was much to building pillars that there was a book available. He found himself chuckling to himself as he followed you into the lines of bookshelves with his hands tucked in the front pocket of his red hoodie. 
Sensing his presence behind you, you hastened your steps, moving deeper into the edge of the library. You weren’t sure what you were thinking, trying to lose him in the university library that only had so many places to go, but you sure as hell couldn’t face him right now after a crack at a flirt. 
“Y/N,” Seungcheol sang quietly after you.
When you didn’t answer, he tried again, a little louder this time. 
You turned the corner, entering a random aisle. You stopped at the end, pretending to search for a book, letting your hand trace over the spines and your eyes concentrating seriously on the titles. ‘Marvin’s Manual for Intimate Relationships: The Secrets to a Great Sex Life!’ one of the titles read. 
You silently cursed your luck for choosing a section about sociology of sex. 
You could hear Seungcheol sniggering next to you. “Definitely a great book to learn about pillars.”
You spun around fast enough that your hoodie fell off, glaring at him through your lashes. Seungcheol took a few steps towards you, but you didn’t dare budge in defeat. 
“What’s wrong?” he asked, tilting his head forehead towards you to look in your eyes when you looked down. 
“Maybe you do need some help getting a guy,” Seungcheol teased when you didn’t answer. A light chortle spilled from his lips, only making you angrier. 
“It’s not my fault someone’s not holding up their end of the deal,” you shot back childishly. 
“Hm?” Seungcheol furrowed his brows together. 
Counting the moments on your fingers, you started listing off all you’ve done for Seungcheol in this deal. “I went to your dad’s event with you, held your hand when you insisted when  we started dating, went on a date with you and haven’t been asked out since.”
A wolfish grin spread across Seungcheol’s face. “You didn’t add fake like you used to.”
You let out a quiet groan and pointed angrily at him. “That’s not the point - you’re not helping me like you said you would.”
“And that date to the Cherry Blossom Festival that you’ve always wanted to go to didn’t count?” 
“It . . .” you stopped, unsure of how to respond. It was for you after all, but that wasn’t the point right now. “You didn’t teach me anything explicitly.”
“Ah, so she wants a true lesson,” Seungcheol pondered aloud. 
Mindlessly, he took another few steps forward, now just inches away from you. You pressed yourself against the bookcase, the shelves digging into your back. You find yourself at a loss for room to get away from him. Seungcheol scanned across the book titles behind you. The title ‘The Art of Kissing’ caught his eyes, forming a brilliant idea to mind. 
With a soft thump against the books behind you, Seungcheol rested his arm above your head. His face hovered over yours so closely you could feel his breath fanning against your cheek. 
“Should we have our first lesson right here?” Seungcheol asked in a deep voice, sending shivers down your spine. He tilted his head playfully. 
“I-I, uh,” you struggled to find the right words with how close he was over you. 
Seungcheol twisted his lips into a pout, looking up as if he was contemplating something important as a five-year-old does. 
With a snap of his finger, he gasps dramatically. “I’ll teach you how to kiss properly.”
Whatever sense of annoyance you had with Seungcheol earlier had completely dissipated now. You could only stare at him dumbfounded, like the first time he asked you to fall in love with him. 
“You’ve never kissed anyone, right?” Seungcheol asked himself more than he did you. 
Only you, the words got stuck in your throat. You were reminded of his lips ghosting over yours just briefly; the thick of his lips skimming over your slightly chapped ones. Did he remember it like you? Or had it been just another kiss from another girl to him?
“I’ll teach you how to kiss then,” Seungcheol continued. “Consider this practice - um, first, don’t bite your lips like that.”
You immediately let your lips naturally protrude, swollen and already pink from you sucking on them from nervousness. You hadn’t realized you were biting them in the first place.
Seungcheol held up a finger with his free hand. “Step one: position,” he angled his head ever so slightly. He brought his finger up, brushing the bottom of your chin to tilt your head up towards him. 
“Step two,” he said in an even quieter voice, “You have to let your eyes linger on their lips - just long enough that they wonder if you’re gonna kiss them, but not long enough that they know you will.” And he did just that: His eyelids lazily half-closed, but it looked surprisingly sexy.
“Step three: you move in halfway,” he leaned forward towards you. Your breath hitched when you felt his nose nudge against yours. Noticing how you stiffened, Seungcheol let out a satisfied chortle. “And you have to meet me there to finish the kiss, Y/N.”
It was just practice, right? He was upholding his end of the deal like you asked. 
So, you found your eyes fluttering shut while you moved in closer to him. Instinctively, your hand flew up to cup his jaw, gently nudging him towards you. You had just felt your top lip graze against his bottom one when you heard a loud clearing of someone’s throat. Immediately, your eyes flew open and with the almighty forces in your palms, you shoved Seungcheol away. He stumbled back into the metal bookcase behind him, causing it to sway slightly. 
Blood pumped through your ears as you turned to see who the sound belonged to, and much to your embarrassment, it was the elderly hunched over librarian who was shelving away books in her old creaky cart. 
“This is a public library,” she quipped, pressing her lips into a tight line. “Please keep all sexual activities out of this space out of respect for your peers.”
“W-what?! We weren’t going to-”
“Or else you’ll be banned,” she cut you off. With a small ‘hmph’, she turned around and wheeled away her cart. You could hear the wheels squeaking as clear as day now as it faded the further she walked; you wondered why you didn’t hear it before. 
Beside you, Seungcheol was stifling his laughter behind the palm of his hand, crinkling the corner of his eyes. He pointed at you, unable to say anything because he was trying to breathe instead. 
Not wanting to make any more noises, you briskly raised your fists before stalking off to your study table. 
Note to self: Never take lessons from Seungcheol in public. 
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‘She talks a lot’ was an understatement in describing the heiress of Byun Holdings, Jiah. She was nice enough, but you wouldn’t want to go on a date with her alone either if you were Wonwoo. Your temple resting on your knuckles, you blankly picked at your chicken dish trying to look busy and drown out Jiah’s voice. From the bits and pieces you could catch, she was talking about her recent trip to the States and Saks on . . . Fourth Avenue? Whatever it was, it sounded expensive. 
Per expected of any heiress, Jiah was a pretty and well-dressed young lady. Tonight, she sported a purple plaid set, a matching cropped blazer and skirt, her long blonde hair was loose waves that framed her doll-like face perfectly. Though you had “dress casually” per Seungcheol’s request, your black turtleneck tucked into your high-waisted jeans seemed lackluster in comparison. 
A warm hand suddenly landed on your thigh. You peered up to see Seungcheol leaning towards you. He was wearing a bright blue silk collared shirt that made his skin look extra bright and glowy today. 
 “Doing alright?” he asked in a quiet voice, just enough for you to hear. His thumb drew soft circles into your skin. 
You let out a stuttered sigh, offering him a tired smile. 
Seungcheol frowned slightly, knowing that you were feeling less than you led on in the presence of Jiah. Indeed, you were a listener, but the most chatty friend you had was Mingyu, and even then, the young man knew when to be quiet or leave you alone. Returning your smile with an apologetic one, he leaned over and planted a gentle kiss on your temple, taking you by surprise. As if this was normal between the two of you, Seungcheol leaned back into his seat, crossing his left leg over his right one. He tugged on the sleeve of his shirt before picking up his chopsticks to finish the last of his rice. 
Less interested in talks about designer shoes, Wonwoo watched the small, but intimate scene unfold across from him. He stifled a chuckle behind the back of his hand, making a mental note to himself to tease Seungcheol for being so tender with you - he never knew his friend was so  soft. 
“I like your shirt by the way, Y/N,” you heard Jiah say. 
“Um, thanks,” you cleared your throat, shifting in your seat. You glanced down at your turtleneck, not sure what there was to like about it when she was dressed in her matching blazer set. 
“Where’d you get it?” Jiah asked, twirling her fork coyly.  
“Um . . . H&M . . . I think?” you replied. Truthfully, you were not quite sure where you bought it. 
“Oh,” Jiah replied softly, dropping her fork. She sat a little taller in her seat, looking down at her acrylic nails and awkwardly tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. 
You shrank back, feeling as if you were a student who just gave the teacher a wrong answer when there was none. It was an innocent small-talk among girls, no? Nonetheless, you couldn’t shake off an icky feeling growing heavy on your shoulders. 
“We should go shopping together sometimes!” Jiah piped up again. 
Wonwoo choked on his water at Jiah’s suggestion. His eyes opened as wide, pressing his lips into a tight line. He mentally wanted to face palm himself at the ignorance of this girl. Your face had mirrored the shock of Wonwoo’s expression; your eyes also blew wide ten-fold, not knowing what you did to earn such an open invitation to hang out with her. You had hardly got two words since arriving at the restaurant. Did she want to be your friend?
“Do you like Michael Kors? Kate Spade? Ooh or better yet - maybe we can check out the new Louis Vouitton shop that opened in Apgujeong!”
You swore your heart rate spiked at the number of luxury brands that flew out of the pretty girl’s mouth, let alone the fact that she thought it was normal to loiter in Apgujeong, one of the wealthiest neighborhoods in Korea. The items sold there were more expensive than your apartment rent. 
“Aahhh,” Wonwoo interrupted before you could say give her an answer. He rubbed his belly dramatically. “I’m so full - should we call for the check?”
“But we-”
“Yeah!” Seungcheol joined the conversation, letting his metal chopsticks clatter into his bowl. “I’m full too.” He waved at the waiter for the check. 
“Maybe we could go on a walk after this?” Jiah offered.
Wonwoo let out a loud yawn. “I would love to, Jiah, but I’m kind of tired from the week.” He shot her an apologetic smile. “I also don’t want to keep these two lovebirds longer than they need to be out with us.”
“Oh! We could just go on our own,” she tried. 
“I . . . have to get up early tomorrow - sorry,” Wonwoo pressed his lips into a tightline, hoping she would get the message that he wasn’t interested in her. 
She let out a small okay, visibly disappointed, but not wanting to push any further. 
Wonwoo let out a little sigh of relief when she wasn’t looking. He caught you watching him in the process. Contrary to the annoyed look he had earlier, he shot you a happy radiant toothless smile that scrunched his nose. 
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“Sorry about Jiah,” Wonwoo told you as you climbed out of the car, following Seungcheol. Instead of heading home like Wonwoo had told Jiah, Wonwoo and Seungcheol opted to go to a hole-in-the-wall music bar in Itaewon. “The night is still young and it’s a nice place to escape where no one knows you,” Seungcheol had explained. No plans for the rest of the evening, you tagged along willingly. 
“It’s fine,” you said, rubbing your arm as a gentle breeze rushed past you. 
Wonwoo shut the door, waving off Mr. Kang who had dropped the three of you off. “It’s not fine – some people are just . . . stuck in their world and don’t know how to come down from their ivory tower.”
“She didn’t mean any harm,” you tried to reason. 
“She probably didn’t,” Wonwoo shrugged, “But how many designer bags you own and how many more you bought at Saks on Fifth Avenue isn’t everything.”
“Ah,” you chuckled to yourself, “It was fifth avenue, not fourth.”
You heard Seungcheol let out a soft chortle in front of you before the three of you headed towards the bar at the opposite end of the entrance. Though he checked in on you often throughout the night, Seungcheol was oddly quiet tonight. Perhaps all of Jiah’s gabbing had tired him out as well. 
“Seungcheol!” the young bartender greeted him. 
Your fake boyfriend tilted his chin towards the man in greeting. 
“And Wonwoo! Long time, no see, guys,” he wiped his hands on a gray washcloth. 
The three of you leaned against the counter, you squished in between Wonwoo and Seungcheol. 
“Who’s your friend? She’s cute,” the bartender flirted, pointing at you. 
“I’m Y/N,” you replied. 
“Cheol’s girlfriend,” Wonwoo added in a loud whisper. At this, you felt Seungcheol’s arm snake around your waist and pull you a little closer to him. You shifted uncomfortably in his hold, the sensation feeling a little foreign given how un-touchy he has been with you these past few weeks. 
“Oh!” the bartender waved his hand in defense, “I wasn’t trying to flirt, err, you . . . you are cute though - just stating facts.”
You immediately flushed red - receiving compliments was never your forte. 
“I’m Jun,” the bartender introduced himself, throwing the towel over his shoulder. 
“Nice to meet you Jun,” you nodded. 
“What can I get you guys?” 
The three of you ordered your drinks, Jun immediately getting to work on them. You turned around to lean against the bar counter, taking in the rustic setting. The room was small and dim sans the bar; fairy lights hung from the ceiling giving it a golden glow. Vines decorated the white painted walls, two large windows lined with oak sat on either side of the door. Across from the bar were various red booths, where some people opted if they were dining in. You spotted plates of fries on some tables, the scent of greasy burgers floating to your nose. At the front,  a stage that held a young man holding a guitar and singing a jazz song. A small crowd was gathered before him; some couples swayed to the music, others just standing by to just watch. If you didn’t pay close enough attention, you would’ve easily missed the claw machine sitting by the bathrooms in the back. It was white, the paint already chipping from the exterior. The lights shined over the prizes brightly, the yellow light bulbs lined the window, blinking to some tune you remembered from childhood. Though it seemed out of place, it still blended in well with its surroundings, as if it did belong here. 
A flute of mimosa appeared in front of you as Seungcheol handed you the newly arrived drinks. He took a sip of his gold colored beer, following your line of sight to the claw machine. 
“Wanna play?” he turned back to look at you. 
“Oh no! It’s okay,” you waved him off. 
Seungcheol shoved his hand into his jean jacket, shaking it and listening for the jingle of coins. “You sure? I’m pretty good at those.”
You chortled, swirling your drink. You noted how his overconfident demeanor was returning. “Are you now?” 
Seungcheol thumbed through the change he found. “Amazing - you can ask Jihoon.” He tilted his in the direction of the machine, signaling for you to come along. “Wanna join us Wonwoo?”
The taller man looked up, his eyebrows knitted together in confusion why he wanted to try out a claw machine - the two have been here several times before and he never paid mind to it until now. Wonwoo glanced down at you who was following him, a smirk forming on his face. Wonwoo shook his head, “I’m good - I’ll just camp out here.”
“‘Kay,” Seungcheol waved him off. 
Placing his beer on a nearby table, Seungcheol inserted a few coins into the claw machine. The yellow lights changed their pattern, each bulb lighting up in a consecutive pattern within a matter of seconds, while a cheerful jingle played. 
“Which one do you want,” Seungcheol asked, positioning himself in front of the joy stick and red button. 
“Mmm,” you hummed. You rested your side on the window of the machine, scanning the toys. The tan deer plushie in the corner caught your eye. “That one!”
“Which one?”
“The deer - in the corner, by the bread loaf plushie.”
“One deer plushie, coming right up,” a confident smirk forming on Seungcheol’s lips. 
He lolled the joystick to the right, then up in the direction of the stuffed animal you asked for. The silver claw swung violently back and forth. He waited for it to stabilize before pressing the red button. You held your breath, watching the claw descend. It barely nipped the antlers, coming up empty. The claw zoomed back to its initial position over the drop slot. 
“Aw! You lost - try again!” the machine taunted.
“Amazing, huh?” you chuckled, “Should I call Jihoon?”
“Shut up,” Seungcheol sulked. He pulled out a couple of more coins. “I’m just rusty.”
For the second time, he inserted the coins into the machine. We wiped his brow as if he was already sweating from the first attempt. 
“Maybe I should ask for something in an easier position,” you commented as the machine tunes cued the start of the game. “How about that-”
“If you want the deer, I’ll give you the deer,” Seungcheol whined, cutting you off. “I can do it, just wait.”
Once again, he imitated the same movements as he did earlier - though this time slower and more calculated. Adjusting the joystick ever so slightly, so the claw appeared to be hanging above the deer’s head, Seungcheol smacked the red button. He twirled around with his back to the machine, while crossing his arms over his chest. A proud smile graced his face as if he was expecting success. 
Your eyes stayed focused on the claw behind you. It plummeted into the pool of toys, but rather than landing on the deer, it grabbed onto the bread loaf plushie. Pulling it out of the pit, the claw swung back to the drop slot, the machine whirring in victory. 
“Told you I was good at this,” Seungcheol said smugly. 
You tried to stifle your laughter, waiting for him to see the results. 
Seungcheol turned around to pull out the toy. His confident smile now fading as he realized it wasn’t the deer, but the bread loaf next to it. Quickly, he pressed himself up against the window of the machine, not believing it was the right plushie. 
“This is rigged!” he jabbed a finger at the window, earning a few strange looks thrown his way. 
You tugged at his arm. “Cheol, calm down - it’s just a game!”
“No,” he whined, turning around to face you, “You asked for the deer though and I positioned it to get the deer, but all I got was this . . . this . . . loaf!”
You took the loaf of bread from his hands, studying the small smile it held on the front. Wrapping your arms around it, you pulled it into your chest, giving him a small shrug. 
“I’ll still take it - thanks,” you told him nonchalantly. “We should get back to Wonwoo-”
“Seungcheol?” a high-pitched voice interrupted you, calling from afar. 
The two of you turned towards the source of the voice. A raven-haired beauty dressed in a tight blue dress with ruched detailing on the side and off-the-shoulder-sleeves stood a distance away. She was accompanied by a couple of other female friends who followed her as she came closer. The details of her face coming into light, you noted how her plump lips were perfectly painted a bright red; the wings of her liner were crisp. 
“It is you,” the girl giggled, tossing her hair back. 
For some reason, you felt mildly uncomfortable around the stranger. Holding on tighter to the bread plushie, you peered up at your companion who had fallen silent. He stood stiffly; the pout that was once set on his lips was now replaced with a blank stare, though his jaw was clenched.
“Kyungsoon,” Seungcheol managed to spit out. 
You recognized the name, but no memories of this girl came to mind. 
“Nice to see you, Cheollie,” said woman replied, her tone dripping with honey. She reached over and ran a polished finger over his shoulder. 
“And you,” he replied, his gaze dropping to the floor. 
“I miss you, you know,” she giggled. 
I miss you? 
Perhaps she was just one of Seungcheol’s one-night stands, but you couldn’t help but frown at the thought. 
“Stop,” Seungcheol warned suddenly. 
Kyungsoon snickered, leaning back. “Chill out, Cheollie - I’m just trying to have fun.”
You noticed the way Seungcheol’s fists clenched and unclenched by his side - something he did often when he was upset. Worried, you placed a gentle hand on his upper arm. “Hey.”
However, rather than earning Seungcheol’s attention, Kyungsoon whipped her head at you instead. 
“Who’s your friend?” She smirked, folding her arms over her waist, adjusting her stance to look at you. “Did you win her that . . . thing?” Her red lips curled teasingly at Seungcheol, who still didn’t dare look at her. “How cute.”
Though the thought didn’t sound nice coming from Kyungsoon. If Jiah had made you feel uncomfortable, Kyungsoon made you felt unwelcomed - as if you were intruding on something personal and needed to get out of the building and walk to the next block altogether. 
“Kyungsoon,” Wonwoo’s voice boomed from behind her. 
“Wonwoo,” she replied much less pleasantly. 
Wonwoo tucked his hands into the pockets of his dress pants, tilting his head to the side. There was no trace of joy in seeing Kyungsoon on his face. 
“I’d appreciate it if you’d leave my friends alone for the rest of the night,” Wonwoo said. 
“They have tongues - they can talk for themselves and tell me to leave if they want to,” she shot back. 
“You’ve always been a difficult one,” Wonwoo narrowed his eyes at her, “You wouldn’t want me calling your dad, would you?”
At this Kyungsoon’s confident demeanor fell. Her hands slipped off her arms, falling to her side. She rolled her eyes in annoyance at Wonwoo, mumbling something about being a “snitch” before stomping off and purposely bumping into his shoulder. Her three presumed friends quickly scurried after her, making a point to walk around Wonwoo. 
“Hey,” you said softly to Seungcheol who had still not changed from his stiff demeanor. 
“Seungcheol-”
Said man suddenly walked off, steam on his trails. You and Wonwoo watched him push through the crowds, not paying mind to who he bumped into, until he reached the door. Angrily, he pushed it open, disappearing into the dark night. On impulse, you were ready to take off after him, had it not been for Wonwoo’s grip on your wrist. 
“Don’t,” Wonwoo said to you, much more softly than Kyungsoon. He runs an anxious hand through his dark locks, puffing out his cheeks and letting out a prolonged huff. He felt terrible that you had to get caught in the middle of all of this, probably clueless to what was going on. “Just . . . give him some time to cool off - he’ll come back.”
Though not liking his recommendation, you relented, settling back onto your heels. You peered down at the bread plushie in your arms. The slight smile that once thought was cute, seemed taunting now. 
Just who was Kyungsoon to Seungcheol?
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sseureki · 3 years
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Aren't you mad? You're so stupid. You should be mad!
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mymilosworld · 3 years
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my ass rn since staying up all night just to watch my ship NOT END UP TOGETHER BYE I FEEL LIKE A CLOWN but very proud of jojo for overcoming her trauma and fear ❤️ still crying
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Why Hye-yeong
TLDR; Me discovering Love Alarm and being pleasantly surprised by the endgame(!) and I know many of you are disappointed, but I love Jo-jo and she deserves buckets and buckets of pure love and happiness, and IMO, she’s better off with Hye-yeong.
Here’s why, the shorter version. (Yes, really.)
One. Hye-yeong loves Jo-jo just because. He doesn’t expect and doesn’t ask anything in return. He’s happy just because he can show her that he loves her.
Zero possessiveness. He’s never demanding, he just offers his love freely. Look how happy he is back on season 1, just being able to ring Jo-jo’s alarm repeatedly with his bike, while she obviously doesn’t and says that she probably will never ring his alarm back.
Hye-yeong: “You don't have to like me back just because I like you.”
Jo-jo: “How’s that fair to you?"
Hye-yeong: “I just wanted you to know how I feel."
On S02E04, even after Jo-jo disappears from his "will love you" list, Hye-yeong sees that it's raining and he sends her a text: "It's raining all of a sudden. Did you bring an umbrella? Should I pick you up when you're done?" And even later on, he still smiles the same smile as he notices her there with the yellow umbrella. He continues to ring her alarm again and again that evening, fulfilling his 10x/day quota, even though he's actually really distressed himself.
There are really too many to list here, but you’ve got the point, right?
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Two. Hye-yeong’s the epitome of being patient. He freaking waits four(!) years after Jo-jo and Sun-oh’s break-up before making his move.
On one hand, he’s such a frustrating guy. (Get moving already!) But on the other hand, the way his love is still so strong and unwavering for years is 💕💕💕
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Three. Even from season 1, Hye-yeong makes Jo-jo hopes again.
Jo-jo: “Thanks to a single person who’s ringing my Love Alarm right now, I now have hope that I can be happy. One is bigger than any other number in the world.”
Love and relationship is not only about passion, but also commitment. Conscious effort that one continues to choose the other again and again despite everything. So, the fact that Jo-jo herself says this is 🤩
Jo-jo: “Hye-yeongie is a warm and kind guy. I want to try my best.”
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Four. And on season 2, Jo-jo learns how to love because Hye-yeong shows her how.
Jo-jo notices that he’s struggling even though he says that he’s fine. She ties his necktie for him and says this: “I’m good at it now, right? I can do it now because you taught me.”
And she’s not only talking about the necktie, but also recalling to the moment when Hye-yeong does the same thing to her back on season 1.
This is such a contrast with Sun-oh, who’s starved for love himself. Sun-oh’s also still learning how to love someone properly: how to put their feelings and needs above his own, know when to let go of his pride, how to trust and be gentle.
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Five. Hye-yeong also shows her how to heal (though unconsciously).
Jo-jo: “People act two different ways when they’re hurt. People who cover up and hide the wound and let it fester. People who show their wounds and grow like trees.”
But I want to stress this. Jo-jo grows and makes peace with many things from her past on her own. She has her own power, always does. But it is also Hye-yeong’s presence and his support throughout their relationship, that I believe gives her the boost. She has such stable and strong support system in the form of Hye-yeong now.
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Six. Last but not least, they’re so secure with their feelings, that they don’t need the confirmation from the app anymore, at the end. Jo-jo’s log data is such a sweet throwback to all of their moments, yes, but character-wise, they both just shrug if off when their attempt to view the data is apparently unsuccessful.
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Edited, since I realized belatedly that Tumblr messed up the formatting.
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nindyall · 3 years
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Kemarin-kemarin lagi mellow parah, terus nonton Love Alarm season 2, kayak beneran dapet banget feelnya di tiap episode, sampe nangis. Ya emang lagi mellow kali, tapi menurutku keren sih para aktornya bisa meranin dan menggambarkan perasaan dari tiap karakter, penjiwaannya bagusss. Apalagi pas adegan jojo ditinggal hye yeong, kim so hyun beneran bisa ngasih ekspresi takut kehilangan, ngerasa bersalah, bahkan tentang trauma masa lalunya cuma dari ekspresi dia aja. Dan yang paling bikin betah, di season ini Jung Ga Ram lebih banyak muncuuul🥰
Saking mellownya, aku cuma ngedenger salah satu original soundtracknya aja bisa nangis! Yang ini nih:
https://open.spotify.com/track/20DNLf7BKKa1SfmTUTYRTV?si=OK1Sc_JJTxCRrQamCL38lw&utm_source=copy-link
https://open.spotify.com/track/1qzYgzDLvmKEvQMTjXZLj4?si=hAWodisSSHC-e6rhJ4vqHg&utm_source=copy-link
https://open.spotify.com/track/16fJxlFy74NkOZzvzLY0Pv?si=3KhjIYlwQ7-QM6WCBdmH_g&utm_source=copy-link
Enaaaaak lagunya serius, mana liriknya bagus huhu. Liriknya sih bikin nanges wkwk
Dulu juga suka denger lagu ini pas season 1, tahun 2019. Cumaaaa vibesnya beda sekarang.
I never thought that moving on wasn't that hard. But I was messy too happy afterwards.
Joalarm!!!
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sseureki · 3 years
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I deleted Love Alarm a long time ago. It scared me. I thought it would complicate things if I kept ringing your Love Alarm. I should have just let it ring though.
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sseureki · 3 years
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The way Hye Yeong was trusting what he had with Jojo and had to look at no one in a 10m radius loves you every time he was with her. That visual is jarring. This man was looking at NO ONE LOVES YOU every time he’s with the girl he loves. That’s fucking awful. But this man still put a smile on his face and was focused on building a relationship with her and was trusting what he has with her. He was just looking at her. I’m so happy it was worth it.
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sseureki · 3 years
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I’m here because of Hye Yeong. You made me install the shield, but Hye Yeong makes me want to remove it.
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sseureki · 3 years
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It was obvious that you liked Hye Yeong. You kept doubting your feelings because you never rang his Love Alarm. Because people have too much faith in machines.
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sseureki · 3 years
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All I could think about was Hye Yeong.
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sseureki · 3 years
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love alarm’s muse
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