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wooblrb · 3 months

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the law of being friends with a male: chapter 13 :pppp

genre,, fluff, friends to lovers, slow burn ??

pairing: junghoon x fem!reader

warnings: none,,

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taglist ^-^: @dogyunslover @fordohyon

a/n: HI GUYSS sorry for not posting in sooo long T-T ive been soo busy with school :P lmk what you guys thinkkk this chap is ANOTHER boring chapter but i promis it will get better soon LOL also no sill emoji for this one૮(˶╥︿╥)ა i couldnt find a good place for it...

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“OMG A GIRL FROM THE SENIOR CLASS JUST CONFESSED TO JINSIK!”

“so thats why everyone was screaming and whispering to each other?”

“yes, and i heard that he didn’t even know who she was…”

“he doesn’t know her? then why did she confess..”

“isn’t it obvious? she only fell for his good looks rather caring about was in the inside..”

“hey jays here, shhh.”

the school has gone crazy over this. I’ve heard jinsik talk about the random confessions he has received so many times that i’m not really interested in all this gossip. i can already guess the outcome.

“ah! what’s wrong with you?” i exclaim with a startled expression as jiwoon stands over my desk with a blank face.

“that senior who just confessed..i heard she’s really pretty..” jiwoon says while placing her hands on each side of my desk and leans in more.

“um why are you asking?” i look up at her confused.

“WILL THEY START DATING? HER AND JINSIK.” she shouted in my face.

“oh.. i dont know..”

‘i dont think so.. after all, jinsik like bora.’

“well ive never seen that jinsik had a girlfriend before.. so im skeptical..” she continues to glare at the gossipers who are still talking about the situation.

“hmm don't you think you’re being overly dramatic right now.. why are you acting like this…( ≖_≖ )” i say while squinting my eyes.

she clears her throat and avoids eye contact.

“i-i was just curious.. um you.. are you ok? didn’t you say you like him last time?” she changes the subject and sits across from me.

“yea,, i did but.. i really dont feel anything right now.” i admit while resting my head on my hand.

“really? are you sure? nothing at all?? wow..” jiwoon’s eyes widen while i nod.

there are so many things on my mind right now that the confession to jinsik isn’t really bothering me. first! what is moon bora’s relationship with junghoon?! second! why is junghoon suddenly avoiding eye contact with me?! hes done that twice today!! first during lunch..then when we ran into each other during cleaning time! he didn’t even spare a glance… at first i assumed he wasn’t doing it on purpose… but he keeps he always keep a straight face while doing it T-T.

*DING*

i grab my phone and check to see who messaged and i see its jinsik.

*hey y/n*

*what’s up?*

*do you want to walk home with me today?*

*sure !*

*cool lets go now*

i look behind me and see him talk with his friends. he looks up from his phone and gives me a thumbs up and i do the action back.

ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

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jinsik and i stop outside the school before we start walking. we play a game of rock paper scissors to too who hold the others backpack, and unfortunately, i lose.

“haha! here you go~~!” jinsik giggles as he places his bag on my back.

“ugh lets go.(¬_¬)” i grunt as i start walking.

jinsik catches up still laughing a bit as we walk in a comfortable silence.

“oh right.. jinsik, didn’t someone confess to you today?” i break the silence.

“oh.. yes how did you know?” he looks down at me, confused.

“i don’t think there anyone in school who hasn’t heard about it..” i say, looking back at him.

“you didn’t know her right?”

“so word of that has already spread everywhere…”he huffs, surprised that everyone knows.

“hmm maybe there a couple people who don’t know?” i try to reassure him.

“are you going to date her?”

“no.. i rejected her.. didn’t the gossipers say that already?” jinsik jokes as he looks at me.

i giggle and shake my head.

“ah right.. bora was there too.” he adds, looking away.

“b-bora!?” i exclaim in shock.

‘but jinsik likes bora..it must’ve been awkward..’

“did something bad happen..? i ask.

“no.. i don’t think so.. her expression was clearly surprised though..” he explains.

“oh i see..”

‘its impressive that jinsik doesn’t care about such trivial matters..’

“she’s not very witty when it comes to that..” he looks at me and smiles.

“jinsik you’re not the best at that either!” i exclaim.

“of course i am~ you get concerned with minor details or actions of the person you like, no matter what. i cant really do anything about it.” he states, looking forward.

(⊙_⊙)

‘why did i.. think of kim junghoon after hearing that?’

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allmyspideys · 4 years

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No Plan (mob!AU h.o)

Summary: You and Harrison are from rival mobs, but the feelings are undeniable

Warnings: a little smutty, fake hatred, fluff in moments

Words: 1.7+

A/N: this is literally romeo and juliet but mob style. there's some weird tense stuff going on so... lmk if it's hard to understand!! I’m recently just disappointed in my writing so any love is much appreciated! I was listening to No Plan and fun fact! Dr. Mack in the song is a professor at my school

Messy kisses. Smeared lipstick. Hands gripping your thighs. Fingernails running down his back in ecstasy. Bruises and hickies. Merciless teasing. A painfully slow rhythm. Finally coming undone.

You woke up with a start, worried about sleeping in too late. You looked at the clock and breathed a sigh of relief.

I have an hour before I need to leave.

You rolled over to look at the man sleeping soundly next to you. As much as you hated to admit it, he was really cute when he slept. The smug look that usually resided on his face was gone and he looked truly kind. That was not something many people could say about Harrison Osterfield.

His hair was disheveled, but not only from sleeping. The image of your fingers tugging on his soft hair flooded your memory. Your eyes trailed down to his neck and landed on the large purple bruise. Your mind drifted back fully to the actions of the night before and you knew that there were finger scratches covering his back too. You lifted up the covers a little to look at your hips, and just as you suspected those were a bit bruised too. You had a deal with Harrison; he could mark you anywhere you could easily cover. You both liked to leave marks, memories, of your time together, but if he went into a meeting with hickies no one would bat an eye, however, if you did, it'd be game over.

Harrison's blue eyes slowly peeled opened, secretly admiring you as much as you were admiring him. He'd never tell you, but Harrison thought the way your face got all puffy after sleeping was adorable.

"Watching me sleep, darling?"

You scoffed, "You wish Osterfield".

You took a moment longer to relish in the smells of Harrison's bed. It was just so him: a touch musky, but mainly sweet, and a bit of his cologne that always lingered on his skin. The smell always calmed you. It was like being engulfed in a Harrison Hug. But those feelings weren't allowed… at least not out loud.

"I should go," you crawled of bed and began collecting your clothes scattered around the room, "try not to dream of me all day". You gave Harrison a wink and a smirk, fully knowing that you'd tease him all day long. Whenever no one was looking you’d text him things you knew would frustrate him. I can’t stop thinking about the way your fingers wrapped around my wrists as you pounded into me… everything else could use a little practice though *kiss emoji*.

"Try to control yourself this time, darling. I know it's hard for you," Harrison said as he threw your shirt to you.

That is how it always went. One of you would text the other to come over and you would, no questions asked. It was a silent agreement to be there for the other, in any form of the body. Sometimes you cuddled or talked, but mostly it was sex: raw, hot, and rough. Anything to get your mind off of the things you'd seen or done that day.

You and Harrison were both slowly changing the way things were done. You were the daughter of the head of your mob and Harrison was the cousin of his, so you both had some sway. Long ago your families had a falling out, so even though there was little interaction between the families, the hatred was still there. At first, you thought Harrison was only sleeping with you for intel, but that visceral attraction to Harrison kept pulling you back, and frankly, you didn't care if he was getting intel because you were getting something much, much better from him.

It all started with a simple side comment, “You must have good taste”. When you had first come into the bar, you’d noticed a man, a confident man or perhaps a cocky man, but either way, you’d noticed, and he had too. You made eye contact with his shockingly blue eyes, looked him up and down, smirked, and turned away. It always worked, and you were right. The look away irked the man to no end, pulling him into you.

You had to admit his first words to you surprised you. Most of the time it was “Hey baby” or worse “Let’s get out of here”, as if any work to get you had been done, but you’d never heard that one before.

“Excuse me?” Once again, you couldn’t pull yourself from his eyes. It was like there was a force luring you to entertain his advances, after all he had already surprised you once.

“You must have good taste,” he said, leaning in to whisper in your ear. You felt his hot breath and tingles shot down your spine, tickling something inside of you.

“And why is that?” you retorted.

“Because you picked me.”

“Oh,” you chuckled. Of course! He is a pompous ass, you thought. “How did I know you were going to say that? You wear the big ego well,” you patted his chest. Each tap filled with annoyance, but you were enjoying the banter.

“There’s no point in false modesty,” he placed his hand on top of yours, thumb lightly stroking the back of your hand.

Quickly you jerked your hand away from his, “It’s not a question of modesty, it's a lack of humility”. He was only getting you more and more heated, yet you couldn’t pull yourself away. He annoyed you, but you loved it. He took a step closer to you and you could feel his breath against your face. It pleased you to know he was getting heated too, and more so, that you were the cause of it.

“That’s the same thing, Darling,” his face was a mere inches from yours and you could feel that heat, that exasperation, that tension on your lips, pushing you forward.

“Modesty is behavior. Humility is ego, but I wouldn’t expect someone like you to understand that.”

That quip finally broke it. You felt his arms wrap tight around your waist and lift you, as your fingers settled into his hair on the back of his neck and pulled his lips against yours, finally getting him to shut up. The electrifying feeling that flowed from your lips and through your body was like crackles breaking that tension, but exciting you for more. You broke the kiss slightly to tug at his bottom lip, rolling it between your teeth, eliciting a moan from the man.

“You annoy me,” you said as he set you down, feeling the tension returning.

“Perfect.” You felt the heat from his large hands on your waist radiate through you and your mind drifted to other places those hands would be more useful.

“Come home with me?” he whispered in your ear.

Maybe it was because of all that tension or maybe it was because this man was the first to ask you, instead of commanding you, to come home with him, but something in you said, “Yes”.

“I’m Harrison Osterfield,” he said with his calloused hand outstretched.

It took you a second to realize that name, but it was the one thing your dad forbade you from doing. “Never date an Osterfield, Y/N. Never an Osterfield.” It all made sense to you. The cocky air, the nice suit that clung to his body in all the right ways, the blue eyes, the tension.

You chuckled, grabbing his hand, “Osterfield… I’m Y/N L/N”.

Harrison’s eyes went wide for a second, “L/N,” he smirked, “this will be fun”.

At some point it changed from actual annoyance and irritation to more of a playful dislike. Harrison knew how to push your buttons and he loved doing so.

Harrison cocked an eyebrow at you as you pulled on your pants.

"Enjoying the show?" you quipped.

"Doesn't look much like a show to me," he said with a cheeky smile.

You thought back to the first time you slept over. You were already seeing each other a few times a week for a rendezvous and a quickie. You'd meet up, already starting to unbuckle your pants before you even got in the room.

"Couldn't keep away?" Haz would say with that glint in his eye that still drives you crazy.

"You disgust me," you'd say, but still pulling at his shirt, just wanting to feel his body heat against yours.

Harrison's fingers would press into your thighs and you'd bury your head in his neck and rake your teeth against his neck, something that still drove him wild.

"You can't even fuck right," you say, hands pressed firmly against the wall behind you. You'd do anything to get Harrison frustrated. It was hot and it was messy, but he was the only one that could do you right.

You were laying against Harrison's chest, both still sweaty and breathing heavy, but it was comfortable. That was the first time you noticed his cologne.

"Did you just sniff me," Harrison asked with a light chuckle.

You blushed and buried your head into his shoulder, "I like this cologne. Keep it".

After that Harrison wore it everyday. While you were beginning to fall asleep, something you'd never done before, but it was a particularly late rendezvous, Harrison perked up.

"You're the only person I do this with," you could hear the hesitation in Haz's voice.

"What?" you raised your head.

"I don't- I mean I'm not sleeping around.. With anyone other than you," it was the most unsure you'd ever seen him, "Just in case you wanted to know".

"I'm not either," you chuckled.

You shook the memories out of your head and focused back on the shirtless boy in bed, still smirking at you.

"I don't like you," your cheeky smile said differently.

"I don't either," Harrison wore the same smile as you, "so I'll see you tonight?"

You turned to walk out the bedroom but looked over your shoulder, getting one last look of the hickies you'd left.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" you gave Haz a wink.

"So that's a yes?" Harrison cooly responded.

With only a crack in the door between you and a Harrison, you smiled, "Yes".

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