#seonghwa series
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love you in slow motion (psh) | one.
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—summary: seonghwa will go through hell and back for you, as long as he can continue to see that smile on your face. because to him, that smile feels like a rainbow after the rain, the warmth of the sun on a winter day. because to him, you’re more than just his bestfriend—you’re love. even though everyone seems to see that except you.
—pairing: park seonghwa x f!reader
—genre: (18+ - minors dni) bestfriends to lovers | fluff, angst, eventual smut
—word count: 5.7k
—chapter warning: cussing/mature language, hints of a toxic relationship & ex-bf, mentions of a broken family and death, just a good ol' intro to hwa and oc + their dynamic + their family dynamics, buried feelings and overthinking!!
"Seonghwa?" Your cousin, Soyeon, calls for him on the other line. Soyeon rarely ever calls Seonghwa, but when she does, it's usually for good reason.
"Soyeon, what's up?" Seonghwa says, hand on his hip as he tries to regulate his breathing after a late night boxing session with Wooyoung and Hongjoong.
"Y/N said she would be home earlier, but she hasn't been. Yaya's worried, I'm worried. It's pouring outside." She says frantically. He sighs, stomach slightly dropping at the statement.
"Okay, where did she go last? I haven't heard from her since earlier this morning." Soyeon lets out a hefty sigh.
"Of course she wouldn't tell you. She was with Mingi." She says sarcastically, knowing Seonghwa would be upset with you for giving in, yet once again. Seonghwa had no issues giving you the 'I told you so' every single time you've been with your shitty ex-boyfriend. He always makes you cry, and it never fails. He doesn't understand why the fuck you keep running back to him. So to Seonghwa, it's not surprising that you kept this from him. Doesn't stop him from pinching the bridge of his nose before nodding, though.
"Alright, I'll find her. Don't worry."
"Thank you. Seriously. When you see her, you better tell her to stop seeing that fucking asshole. All he does is treat her like shit."
"Yeah, I know. Are you and Junseo home now?"
"Yeah, we are. We were gonna go to Yaya's but she told me to call you first before anything."
"Good, stay put. I'll take care of it and text you. She won't be far."
"God, such a headache. Thank you, Seonghwa."
"Course." He sighs as he ends the call, tossing his phone onto his duffle bag before un-doing the wrap around his hands.
"Done already?" Wooyoung asks, making Hongjoong shift his attention to the platinum blonde while they stand near the bag.
"I gotta go find Y/N."
"What? What happened?"
"Who knows, she was with Mingi."
"Dude is always bad news." Hongjoong chimes in, watching as Seonghwa throws his hoodie on and slings the duffle bag strap over his shoulder.
"Tell me about it." Seonghwa rolls his eyes and shakes his head. "I'll see you guys tomorrow."
"Text us when you're all good. Hope she's okay."
"She's fine. Just needa get her out of this rain." He says, giving them one last wave as he walks out of the studio and down the steps. Soyeon is right; the rain has picked up over the last few hours, creating huge puddles near the sidewalks and curbs due to the intensity. The stream of water makes a loud noise as it falls into the drain nearby, the loud pour of the rainfall echoing throughout the empty street. Seonghwa drags the hood over his head, doing a slight jog to his parked car on the side of the studio. Luckily for him, he knows where Song Mingi lives. Luckily for him, this town isn't that big and you couldn't have gotten far.
Luckily for him, he's right.
He finds you walking about two blocks away from Mingi's place, just getting ready to turn the corner to lord knows where. He slowly drives alongside of you, rolling down his passenger window to peak over at you. He's glad he found you when he did because you have a flimsy hoodie and leggings on, the hood completely drenched and barely doing anything to protect you from this rain.
"What are you doing, Seonghwa?" You ask, eyes glued forward as you continue to walk.
"What does it look like? Get in, you're gonna get sick." You squint your eyes at him as you continue to walk. "Y/N."
"How did you even know where to find me?"
"It's not hard to figure out when you're with Mingi." He quickly glances at the street ahead, making sure there are no oncoming cars or passengers in the way. "Plus, Soyeon called. Her and Yaya are worried because you told them you'd be home earlier."
"Of course." You mumble.
"Y/N, get inside and stop being stubborn."
"Seonghwa—" He starts to obnoxiously honk his horn on the quiet street, making your eyes widen at him. You continuously tell him to stop and to quit being so loud, however, his efforts don't stop. "Park Seonghwa, what the fuck! Fine!" You groan loudly, quickly opening the door when he stops the car. You plop yourself onto the seat, glaring at him. "Happy?!"
"Not really, but at least you're in the car." He locks the doors and turns up the heat, driving off to his 1 bedroom apartment. "You can stay at mine for tonight so you don't stress out Yaya." He keeps his eyes on the road, thoughts shifting to your grandma and how worried she might be right now.
"She won't even be that—"
"She sure as hell will, Y/N. Besides, who the hell wants to argue with you this late at night? It's almost 1am. Knowing your ass and how you never listen, even though you should." He sighs. "I'll take you home tomorrow morning before I head to work."
"Whatever." You cross your arms, still feeling cold and uncomfortable after being in the rain.
"Why were you walking in the rain?" He asks, most definitely knowing the answer already. Your nights with Mingi always end on some toxic shit, all this yelling and back and forth— arguing over empty promises and issues from the past.
And for what? The dude is never gonna change. Seonghwa isn't sure what the hell you're holding out hope for.
"I'll tell you if you spare me the 'I told you so.'" He shakes his head.
"Can't promise."
"Then you don't get shit from me."
"Why do you let him do this to you?"
"Wow, that's actually worse than an 'I told you so.'"
"I'm being serious." He glances at you with a very mixed expression, mainly serious and worrisome tones.
"I don't know, okay. I wish I could tell you." It's silent for a minute, the only sounds filling the car are the rain pounding against the windshield and the heat on high.
The thing about Seonghwa being your bestfriend of 16 years is the fact that you can always rely on him to be there no matter what. He's always so, so good to you; always so caring, so supportive and so protective. You've never had to ask Seonghwa for anything because he always gives, and is always ready to give. Just like tonight, when he shouldn't be here but he is.
He had been yours, just as you had been his since the beginning.
Sometimes, it's easy to believe you don't deserve someone like Seonghwa by your side.
You met this adorably shy, sweet kid when he was introduced to your class as a new transfer in the 3rd grade, most kids in your class politely saying hello but going about their own business afterwards. You, though, had stuck around to show Seonghwa his new school and to eat with him. Since then, your relationship had flourished. His dad had become bestfriends with your own dad, the two of you always going on family trips together, hanging out at each other's homes, going to the same schools onward— Seonghwa was always there, you were always there. He had seen you through your very best, seen you through your very worst. Was there during your highs, was there during your lows. Knows exactly how to push you right to the very edge, but also knows how to make up for his dumb mistakes. Knows exactly how to handle you, attitude, temper and all, knows exactly what makes you happy, what makes you sad.
He knows you like the back of his hand.
Probably better than you know yourself.
Seonghwa became the golden child though, you know? He had loving parents who supported him through everything. He was a superb student [a teacher's pet, if you may], an athlete, a prodigy; always winning numerous awards and medals throughout his academic and athletic career. He had countless talents and a positive energy that people admired him for, though shy and timid in the beginning. He got along well with people and was the ultimate charmer. Attractive, had his way with the ladies— albeit, he can be an idiot when he thinks with his dick from time to time and not his brain. But nonetheless, Seonghwa is Seonghwa. He would never intentionally hurt a soul, would never intentionally give people what they didn't deserve. To be clear though, Seonghwa has his fair share of mistakes and fuck-ups, but in the end, he would always apologize when in the wrong and make up for his actions. While you, on the other hand, were his polar opposite and struggled to find your place in this crazy, crazy world.
You had never met your biological mother, and your dad had spent majority of your earlier years working graveyard to keep food on the table, to keep sending you to a good school. You spent most of your childhood growing up at Yaya's house, where your dad's sister and her family lived for awhile. That's how your older cousin Soyeon became the sister you've never had, somebody else you could rely on, fight with and experience the ups and downs with. Things were good, and they were good for awhile until you lost your dad to a rare and sudden illness.
Then, things went downhill for you.
You continued to stay at Yaya's, only having her, Soyeon and her family, Seonghwa and his family by your side. You began to push people away, you got into trouble and made dumb mistakes that hurt your loved ones more times than you'd like to admit. You had your moments where you acted solely on feelings instead of being rational. You had no filter, not being afraid of telling people if they were wrong even if it meant hurting their feelings to no end. You no longer got along well with most people, finding it hard to vibe well with majority of the crowd. No longer caring about what was in the know, what was trending; was incredibly selective about who you gave your time and effort to in fear of losing more loved ones dear to your heart.
Without Seonghwa at your side, you're not sure where you'd be. Because truly, if it wasn't for him, you don't think you would have continued to try. He was the only thing that remained constant in your life, one of the only people who continued to show you genuine care and love despite your flaws and all.
"Have you eaten?" He suddenly speaks and changes the topic, not wanting to upset you any more than you already are.
"I'm not hungry."
"You need to eat something." You don't respond. "Mom made some kimbap today, I can set some aside for you."
"Thanks." You say softly, watching as the car finally drives into the familiar apartment complex. Seonghwa turns the wheel with one hand, pulling into his assigned parking spot before shutting off the car. He lets out a sigh before looking over at you, noticing you're still in your sad, sulky position in the passenger seat.
"Ready? Or should we just sleep in here tonight?" You slowly turn and glare at him, mocking him before answering dramatically— knowing it's the most childish thing you can do right now, especially after Seonghwa took the time to find you and pick you up in this rain.
"Why don't you just leave me here?"
"Good with me. At least I don't have to lend you any more of my clothes and have you sleeping on my couch. Matter of fact, more kimbap for me." He says, stepping out of the car, keys rattling in his pocket as he turns to shut his car door. He continues to walk without worry because he knows the shit you pull.
You'll end up following him.
He doesn't even have to turn over his shoulder to make sure you do. He hears the car door slam after a few minutes, and he smirks a bit to himself before locking the car using the key fob in his pocket.
"You really have to slam my car door like that?" He asks, slightly looking over his shoulder before climbing up the steps.
"Sorry." You mumble, pathetically following your bestfriend with your arms crossed tightly against your chest. He unlocks his door and waits for you to make it up the steps, letting you step in and out of your shoes first before following you inside. He tosses his keys onto the entryway table before walking into the kitchen and pulling out his phone to text Soyeon that you were safe with him for the night.
"You can go shower first. Just take whatever you want from my closet." He says, eyes focused on the bag of kimbap his mom had dropped off earlier in the day. You simply nod and head straight to his closet, grabbing some pajama pants and a longsleeve. You toss your clothes into the bathroom sink, mentally making a note to ask Seonghwa if you can throw in a load of his laundry with your clothes. The last thing you wanna do is make a mess in Seonghwa's super clean apartment, let alone drag home some wet clothes from the night prior.
The shower you take is short, but relaxing. You let the hot water beat down on you, thoroughly scrubbing and scratching every inch of your body, your scalp. When you finish, you lather some lotion and pad back out to his living room. Seonghwa glances up, watching as you come towards him with his long pajama pants and a long sleeve with sleeves that falls past your hands. He thinks you're the cutest thing he has ever seen [especially in his clothes], but he subtly bites onto his bottom lip to suppress the smile forming at his lips.
"Can I do some of your laundry so I can wash my clothes? They're just sitting in your bathroom sink." He shrugs.
"Don't worry about it, I'll toss it in there before I hop into the shower." He slides a small plate on the counter of his kitchen island bar area, before handing you a hot cup of green tea. "Eat at least one." You nod, watching as he washes his hands and begins to make his way to the bathroom. You're hungrier than you thought, popping in all the pieces of kimbap Seonghwa prepared for you before downing the green tea. In the end, you feel full, satisfied.
Content.
Warm.
After a good thirty minutes, Seonghwa is out of the shower and tossing the load into the dryer. He's ruffling his semi-dry hair as he brings out a thick blanket for you, glancing at the random Cars movie playing on the tv.
"Here." He says. "You finished eating?"
"Mhm."
"Okay. I'm gonna go to bed then." He turns to head into his room.
"Hwa, can't you just sleep out here with me?" You point at the free part of his L-shaped sectional couch.
"Why, when I have a perfectly comfortable bed to sleep on in here?" He points to his room, but you pout.
"But, you also have an amazing couch that you can share with your bestfriend."
"You snore and you move around too much."
"I do not, and you'd be on that side of the couch anyway!" You furrow your brows. "You snore, too!"
"Not as loud as you, sounding like you belong in that Cars movie." He glances at the tv screen while making the dumb joke, and you groan.
"Okay, fine. Whatever." You succumb to defeat and wave the white flag. "I just don't necessarily wanna be alone."
"You're not, I'm right here."
"Pichu." Ah, there it is. That stupid nickname he's painfully grown to adore after you've told him time and time again that he looks just like the pokemon. He sighs, realizing you probably won't let this up. On top of that, he knows he can't say no to you regarding most things. So, he drags himself into his room and rips off his duvet comforter from the bed to bring with him into the living room. He sets himself up on one section of the couch, while you take up the other— heads meeting at the corner.
"The moment you rip out a big snore, I'm leaving you out here." He warns and you snort.
"You're a dick. I don't even snore like that."
"And how would you know, sleeping beauty?" He looks at you, heart content with the way you happily look at him from your side of the couch. You have no rebuttal though, so he shuts off the tv and rests his hand on the back of his head while closing his eyes. "Thought so. Get some sleep, it's getting late." He hears you rustling underneath your own blankets, head gently knocking onto the side of his that makes him suck his teeth. "Y/N." He groans with a whiney tone. "This is what I mean."
"Sorry, sorry." You pout, rubbing the side of his head. "I'm good now." You mumble underneath the blankets as you settle, satisfied with your warm and bundled position. You can hear Seonghwa's soft breathing behind you, signaling that he'll probably fall asleep soon [and quick, too]. "Hwa?" You softly call for him one last time.
"Hm?" He hums.
"Thank you." You pause. "For everything."
"You know I care about you more than anything, right?" He says, close to a whisper. "You deserve way better."
"Yeah." Is all you respond with before closing your eyes, hoping to finally be at peace for the remainder of the night. "Love you, pichu." You say sleepily.
"Love you, too." He feels the statement tug at his heart strings because Seonghwa does love you, he has loved you for years. Been in love with you for years. But you were always the most important, this dynamic and relationship was the most important, that he's learned to suppress and live with it— even though at times, he feels like he gives it away pretty easily, or lets his emotions get to the best of him.
Everyone can tell.
Everyone knows.
Everyone but you.
Surprisingly, you do fall asleep before Seonghwa. He can't help but peek from his peripherals, noticing your steady breathing under the covers. Your head is barely poking out from the covers, making Seonghwa smile to himself. He settles a little closer to you, top of your head tucked near the crook of his neck as he slightly turns towards your side and finally shuts his eyes to get some sleep.
When you wake up the following morning, it's because Seonghwa's cussing to himself as he runs to grab his ringing phone on the island counter. His eyes quickly dart to you as he snatches the phone and answers the call, noticing you're starting to wake up.
"Sorry, Y/N." He apologizes and you let out a small squeak as you stretch and shake your head.
"It's okay, Hwa. Should probably get up anyway." You rub at your eyes, watching as he paces back into his room to finish getting ready for work. He's apparently talking to Wooyoung, agreeing to pick the guy up after bringing you home since they work at the same place— two athletic trainers for the men's sports teams at one of the universities in town, Wooyoung and Seonghwa mainly taking care of the football and basketball teams, popping into other sports if the help is urgently needed. They've both worked really hard to earn their current positions, being two of the leads who focus on training, treatment and rehabilitating their athletes at homebase, and only participating in a few quick trips for away games if asked.
As you stand and start to fold the blanket, you catch sight of how tired Seonghwa looks and you feel terrible. You know Seonghwa loves to test his limits, working out late after his shifts and barely getting 8 hours of sleep right before a busy day of tending to athletes. Despite your nagging and lecturing him on getting more rest, Hwa has gotten used to doing things this way.
However, part of you still feels guilty that he doesn't look as bright and alert this morning because of you. Because you needed more saving, because you chose to be stubborn and listen to Mingi even though he hasn't given you a reason to trust him since you've broken up.
"I didn't mean to wake you so early."
"I mean, you do have to leave soon, don't you?" You check the clock, peeping the current time as 8:27am. "Isn't this really late for you, actually?" Especially during the season, Seonghwa is always at work by 6AM, leaving super late in the afternoon. Off-season is a little easier for him, being that practice schedules are spread out due to sharing space with other sports/teams.
"Not for today. The team is lifting right now, I need to work on some rehab reports first before training and practice later today." You nod. "Are you good to leave soon then?"
"Of course."
"Okay, let me just grab a few things so we can head out. I need to pick up Wooyoung's lazy ass."
"He's not in to help with lifting?"
"Not anymore. Dude overslept." You snort.
"Why am I not surprised?"
"Director Shin loves him. She would never get him in trouble or scold him."
"She loves you, too." You say.
"Not as much as Wooyoung. She'll bite my head off first before she ever thinks about coming for him." He throws in some food into his duffle bag solely for work. The duffle bag is huge, having the university's name plastered on the side in big, bold letters— followed by his name etched onto the corner with his athletic training certification. "By the way." He points at your neatly folded, washed clothes on the coffee table. "Don't forget your clothes."
"Thanks."
"Are you just gonna go home like that?" He eyes his clothes on your figure.
"Yeah, why not?" He shrugs.
"Alright then. Let's go." He pats himself down to double check that he has everything on him before heading out of the door. You lazily follow behind after slipping into your sneakers, having to roll up Seonghwa's pajama pants so that they don't reach the floor and get dirty. You plop into the passenger's seat with your clothes on your lap, rubbing at your eyes once situated. "You didn't have to get up so early. I technically don't need to be there until 10."
"It's fine, Hwa."
"Did you tell Yaya we were on the way?"
"No, I'll just surprise her when I get there." You smile and he shakes his head.
"You need to stop worrying your grandma and your cousin."
"I'm not even doing anything!"
"You're not? Then, what was last night?" He glances at you then lets out a small scoff. "Exactly. And please stop running back to Mingi. That dude isn't gonna change, and you know that. All he does is make you upset and I can't stand it. You two aren't good for each other."
"I hear you." You say lowly, head leaning against the passenger window.
"I'm sorry." He lets out a breath, genuinely just worried about you and your wellbeing. "I don't mean to do this so early, but I just get worried about you." He ruffles your hair a bit, causing a small smile to creep up on the corners of your lips.
"It's okay. I need to hear it." He chuckles.
"Yeah, you do. You're such a fucking headache." He jokes. "But you're important to me, and all I want is for you to be happy." He pinches your cheeks, making you scrunch your nose.
"Thanks Hwa." He looks at you while posted at a stop light, admiring the way you scrunch your nose and let out a little giggle. That's how he likes to see you. Not upset, sad, or crying. Especially over Song Mingi.
The drive to your house isn't too far, or at least, it never feels too far since you and Seonghwa always engage in conversations about various things while in the car. He pulls into Yaya's driveway, parking right next to Soyeon's car. You occupy the tiny detached in-law suite in the corner of the backyard, so Seonghwa isn't surprised when you try to scurry to the backyard to avoid Yaya and Soyeon.
"She's here!" He yells and points at you.
"You're a pain in the fucking ass, Park." You glare at him while you simultaneously hear Yaya telling you to come into the house and to not even think about running into the backyard.
"Oh, Yaya! Miss damsel in distress just walked in."
"Y/N. You should've called or texted. We were worried when we didn't hear from you." Yaya looks at you disappointingly while whipping up some breakfast.
"Sorry." You mumble as Seonghwa brushes past you to kiss ass to Yaya.
"Always needing her bestfriend to come and save the day." Soyeon says sarcastically before crossing his arms. "Seriously, what the hell would you do without Hwa? And why the hell didn't you make it home in time or text to let us know you'd be late?"
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Hi to you too." You squint at her. "He was supposed to bring me home but we got into another stupid fight, that's all." You roll your eyes before glancing at the empty luggages she has next to her.
"So, he just let you walk in the rain? What a fucking dick."
"Language." Yaya warns, glaring at the two of you from the kitchen next to Seonghwa, who is quickly peeling a banana he took from the fruit basket.
"Where are you going?" You nod at the luggages.
"Me and Junseo are heading to Japan in a few days." She smiles. "We're way overdue for our anniversary vacation. Meaning, you're gonna have to man the restaurant." You groan. "And watch Charli? Pretty please." She pleads in a sweet tone, knowing you'll always do anything for their 3 year old daughter.
"Seriously?!"
"Charli loves staying with you and Yaya! And all you have to do for the restaurant is make sure everything runs smoothly and be the cute waitress that you already are! It's nothing you haven't done! Plus, Yoongi and Jini will be there, and Charli will be in preschool for the most part." At this point, you whine [moreso about maintaining the restaurant] while Soyeon continues to check the list on her phone.
"Speaking of the restaurant, are you free tonight?" Seonghwa chimes in, looking at his phone.
"I don't know, depends on my boss here." You glare at Soyeon before looking back at Seonghwa. "Why?"
"San is back home so we're going out to the bar."
"Excuse me?!" You yell. "What the fuck!"
"Hey!" Yaya glares at you again. "Say that word one more time in my house."
"Okay, I'm sorry!" You point at Seonghwa. "But, you! Why didn't you tell me about Sannie coming back?!"
"How could I? You were too busy sulking over Mingi." He says, furrowing his brows with a cheek full of banana. Soyeon snorts and shakes her head, making you glare at the both of them.
"Ha-ha very funny. You didn't think you could tell me any other day?"
"Well, he wasn't even supposed to be coming back until next week. But he just texted us saying he decided to come back early and that he's already settled at the condo his uncle owns."
"Why aren't I getting these texts?" Seonghwa smirks and flicks your chin with his finger.
"Because boys need to talk about boy things."
"Oh whatever, it's not like any of you are getting any—"
"Seonghwa, please. Tell that girl to stop talking like that." Yaya pleads for him to tell you to keep it quiet. He chuckles a bit before looking at you pointedly, tapping the tip of your nose.
"Stop that." He smiles down at you. "And who said we weren't?"
"Please, all you guys do is yell while playing FIFA and Mario Party." You sigh. "Anyway, I'm going back to sleep for a bit. I'll come in for an earlier shift at the restaurant so that I can see Sannie." You direct the statement at Soyeon and all she does is nod.
"Pick you up afterwards then?"
"Ah, it's okay. Usual bar, right?" He nods. "I'll just bus over." You tap his chest. "Thanks pichu, see you later. Have fun at work!" At this point, Yaya is walking towards Soyeon and Seonghwa, hands placed on her hips as she observes you skipping to your in-law suite.
"Hwa." Yaya tugs on his arm before he can help Soyeon pack the large luggages in her trunk and head out to pick up Wooyoung.
"Hm?"
"It should just be you two." She pouts, making Seonghwa laugh. Time and time again, Yaya has always pushed the 'you and Seonghwa' agenda, stating that you two were meant to be together. And Seonghwa doesn't mind, he always laughs about it. He kinda likes that Yaya [everyone, really] thinks so, and if things were easy, he'd make it happen without question. But things aren't— because there's always that voice in the back of his head that tells him he needs to leave things as they are or else everything will be ruined.
He doesn't want that.
He would rather bury his feelings than lose you.
There's no way you'd go that route with him. You've made it clear to everyone that Seonghwa was your bestfriend and your bestfriend only. That people need to quit shoving the idea down your throat because you could never; he'd be lying if he said it didn't hurt to hear it.
"Yaya, you already know the answer to that." He says anyway and she pouts even more, leaning her head against his firm bicep.
"But you're the only one who knows how to handle her. She's such a handful but you've always stayed by her side."
"Mm, I don't think I necessarily had a choice." Yaya chuckles and gently swats his arm playfully.
"You two should just kiss and get married."
"Kiss and get married? Wow. What a plan." Soyeon says sarcastically, making Seonghwa laugh.
"No can do with that one." He places a small kiss on the top of her head before helping Soyeon with the last large luggage. "I gotta pick up Wooyoung and head to work. Text or call me if you need me." Seonghwa says.
"Make sure my baby cousin doesn't do anything reckless tonight when she's out with you guys? Like, I don't know, run to Mingi while drunk?" Seonghwa shakes his head at Soyeon's response.
"Won't let her out of my sight." He waves one last goodbye before settling into his car and driving off.
It's 20 minutes to Wooyoung's apartment, and another 15 to the university from there. When he arrives, Wooyoung tosses his own duffle bag in the back and plops into the passenger's seat before slouching into it.
"Did you find babygirl?" Wooyoung asks, making Seonghwa furrow his brows at him.
"Yes I did, and stop calling her that."
"Why, are you jealous? You can't gatekeep Y/N to yourself. I'm close to her, too." Wooyoung smirks.
"Shut up before I make you walk to work." Seonghwa glares at him. "It's not even that, it's just weird."
"Why is it weird?"
"Because it is."
"Because you love her?"
"Get the hell out—"
"I'm sorry! I'm kidding!" Wooyoung says in a high-pitched tone before laughing. "But, really, it's not weird."
"Yes, it is."
"She loves it and she's used to it. Therefore, I'll keep using it. Resting my case, your honor." Wooyoung snorts. "What happened last night anyway?"
"I don't know, she got into a fight with Mingi and walked out."
"He didn't come after her? It was pouring."
"Nope. She was gonna walk to.. I don't know, actually. She was just walking in the rain."
"That's not okay." Wooyoung sucks his teeth and does a slight head tilt. "They're toxic as hell to each other." Seonghwa shrugs.
"I know. I tried to tell her but at a certain point, that's all I can do. It gets really hard to control someone's behavior and police their actions."
"Can I ask you something?" Wooyoung looks at him with a small smile. "I'm genuinely curious."
"What?"
"Why haven't you made your move on Y/N? Your feelings for her have always been obvious."
"Have they? Seems like she's the only one who hasn't seen it." Wooyoung shrugs.
"Yeah. I mean, you drop everything— and I mean everything— for her without question. And you get all affectionate with her!" His tone raises a bit. "You hate initiating affection! If that ain't love.." Wooyoung tilts his head again and squints at Seonghwa.
"She's my bestfriend. All of that happens naturally."
"It's not just that, and you know it. I know people really do put their bestfriends on a pedestal, but you put babygirl before anyone and anything. Even yourself." Seonghwa slightly winces at the Wooyoung's nickname before shaking his head.
"Not true."
"Very true. Look, dude. It's not bad, but I do hope you leave some space for yourself. I know she would never intentionally hurt you, but it still doesn't eliminate the possibility of getting hurt at some point. I don't want that to happen, especially if you've poured everything in her over these years." Seonghwa lets out a breath and pauses for a moment because for once, Wooyoung makes sense. And he's right. He has poured everything in you, continues to pour everything in you very willingly— sometimes, he doesn't even realize he's doing it. Sometimes, he doesn't even realize he's putting you before everything, that he's dropping everything for you.
Hell, it's even to the point where he can't even date properly and sleeps around from time to time to let out steam. It's because he just feels this attachment to you; an attachment past being your bestfriend— like some thread of hope he holds onto, thinking that some day, you'll see him in that light.
Someone who could genuinely, deeply and strongly love you, care for you, support you, with no boundaries.
"I know."
"Why don't you just tell her? You know, be honest." Wooyoung shrugs.
"I don't wanna lose her, and I'm afraid I will if I do. I'm afraid I'll fuck everything up between us and change the dynamic just because I wanted to be selfish."
"I don't think you'd lose her. I'm sure she wouldn't let that change anything between the two of you, either. And why don't you think she'd go for it?"
"I just don't think she would."
"Maybe she's thinking the same way as you." Wooyoung sees the university in sight and starts to loosen himself up, getting ready to head out of the door as soon as Seonghwa pulls into a spot. "I think you should go for it, Hwa. You can't live like this forever. You love her, she should know. And if things don't work out, I doubt she'll let that change things between you two. You two understand each other well, and you both make sense together."
"Mm, yeah. Thanks." Seonghwa gives him a pursed smile before Wooyoung slips off his seatbelt and smiles.
"Guess that means I can tag along again tomorrow?" Seonghwa rolls his eyes and steps out of the car before slamming his door.
"I'll think about it, lazy ass."
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And His Name Was Death {Part Two}
A Deal With Death
Story Plot: What happens when you accidentally summon death himself, and he decides he doesn't want to leave?
Chapter Plot: After weeks pass, you finally see Seonghwa again. This time, he comes with an offer you aren't sure you can refuse.
Previous // Next
Pairing: Death!Seonghwa x Gn!Reader
Warnings: Mentions of being followed (very brief).
A/N: And suddenly there is an end-goal plot in view! But don't worry, I promise there will be more romance coming in the next chapter. I didn't want to rush into anything, so this is just to warm it up a bit.
Words: 2.9k
To say you were on edge was an understatement. Your eyes followed every black-clothed figure that walked past, you checked every room of your home at the slightest unknown sound, you looked for Seonghwa in every face you passed. But no matter how hard you looked, you never saw him, even though you seemed to always sense him.
It had been a few weeks since you had met Seonghwa, since you had met Death himself. Halloween came and went, and he hadn't shown up again. The words he spoke to you at your last meeting often echoed in your mind.
"I want you."
Though you had not seen him since, you couldn't shake the feeling that he was always nearby.
The constant nagging feeling of being watched, or seeing shadows out of the corner of your eyes. Similar feelings to the first night you met him. But he had yet to show his face again, and you wondered if he ever would.
Would he just linger in the shadows watching you? Or were you right in assuming he was doing a bit more than that.
A few days after he had vanished once again, you had been walking down the street and a biker was heading straight towards you on a narrow path. He was distracted by something across the street and had not noticed you. Before you could dive out of harms way, the bike was thrown unnaturally to the side, and the biker into a large bush, leaving you unscathed.
Then one evening nearly a week later, you had been walking home and spotted someone following you. A hooded man you had seen a few block earlier near the store.
Before you could so much as take out your pepper spray, you had heard an unusual noise causing you to glance back, and the man was gone, nowhere to be seen.
Your only thought was that it was Seonghwa protecting you. But why, you weren't sure. You still didn't understand what he wanted with you, what his words really meant. And you were getting tired of waiting.
And so was Seonghwa.
He had been watching you. He couldn't seem to stay away from you for longer than a day. His mind was constantly nagging at him. Where were you now? What were you doing? Who were you with?
He found that watching you live your life made him yearn to change it. It seemed boring and repetitive and you didn't seem entirely happy.
Seonghwa could note the moment you sensed his presence. The way you would look around, and for a second you would look at him, or at least where he was standing. He was invisible to you, but it still seemed like you could see him.
The first time it happened he felt his whole body still as the hairs on his arms stood straight up. But then your eyes grazed past as if you hadn't actually seen him and he let out the breath that had gotten stuck in his throat.
He felt more and more drawn to you, and he knew what he had said to you was really how he felt. He did want you. He wanted to learn about you, to be around you, to tell you about himself. Honestly, it frightened him. But at the same time, it intrigued and excited him. You made him feel things he wasn't sure he had ever felt before.
It was further proven to him when he had seen you outside your work talking with another man. He assumed he was a coworker with the way you spoke to each other.
When the man began openly flirting with you, Seonghwa felt his chest burn hot as anger coursed through him. Jealousy.
And when you softly, yet clearly rejected his advances Seonghwa could have clapped in happiness. Elation.
Seonghwa couldn't resist the temptation of getting something out of it himself, and after you had left, he made sure that the next car that drove by, not-so-accidentally drove through a puddle, successfully drenching the man in the process.
After a few weeks of shamelessly watching you live your life, he felt the need to see you in person grow stronger. And when another problem cropped up, he decided he might as well give in to the temptation.
So now, he sat with his arms crossed, staring at the grimoire, and impatiently waiting at your kitchen counter for you to get home.
This was the first time he could recall feeling so antsy, and even possibly nervous.
'What's taking them so long?' He thought to himself with a sigh.
He knew you had left work thirty minutes ago, you should have been back by now.
Just when he had began considering looking for you himself, he heard the front door unlock. He smiled to himself as he cleared his throat and waited.
As you entered your house, you couldn't really explain it, but the air felt different. You paused as you stared into your home in silence before you set down your keys and bag and wandered towards the kitchen, as if something was drawing you there.
When you rounded the corner, your eyes immedietely found Seonghwa sitting at the counter, with a soft, almost pleased smile on his face.
You stared at him in silence for a moment, as your heart raced. Heat rose up your neck as you saw his eyes rake agonizingly slow over your figure.
Your eyes flicked to the book in front of him and you furrowed your brow in confusion. Looking back to Seonghwa, you walked slowly closer, remaining on the opposite side of he counter.
"So, to what do I owe the pleasure of another visit by Death?"
Seonghwa's soft smile became a grin as his eyes followed you closely. How he had resisted not seeing or speaking to you up close for this long surprised him. His heart was racing and his hands clammy, as you looked at him with your soft, yet challenging eyes.
"Must there be a reason I want to see you?" He asked with an almost flirty tone.
You hummed as you looked at the book again, "Well I assumed maybe it had to do with this." You tapped the book. "Why else would you bring it back here?"
Seonghwa looked own at the book and felt a nervous pull in his chest. Swallowing he spun the book around and slid it over to you.
"I'm simply returning what belongs to you."
You quirked your brow as you ran your hands over the book. Flipping through the pages, you stopped when you came across the incantation that summoned him. And on the page beside it, the one to send him away.
You looked up at him and saw a nervousness in his eyes that he quickly covered when he noticed you looking at him.
"I thought you didn't want me to have this?"
Seonghwa let out a breath and you saw annoyance cross his features. "I can't get rid of it."
"What do you mean? Why not?"
"It's been charmed, I cannot destroy the incantation. And believe me when I say I tried."
You looked between him and the book. "Did- did you want me too?" Is that why he was here?
Seonghwa felt his heart skip a beat. Why hadn't he thought of that? Could you destroy it? Would you try if he asked?
He swallowed almost nervously before he stood up. "I don't know if you can. You can try if you wish, the book is yours to do what you want with it."
"Aren't you afraid I might cast it?"
Seonghwa stared at you for a moment, his face showing no emotion. You watched him as he moved, slowly rounding the corner of the counter, before stopping in front of you, his eyes never leaving you.
He stared into your eyes for a long moment, and you felt it becoming harder to breath as your heart raced and butterflies filled your stomach.
Slowly, a smirk spread across his features as his eyes grazed along your face, lingering on your lips before he met your eye again.
"I know you wont."
"How do you know?"
He took a step closer before leaning towards you, stopping when his nose brushed yours. He glanced at your lips for a second and you forgot to breath. Meeting your eyes again his smirk turned into a grin.
"Because you're just as intrigued by me, as I am of you."
Closing the distance, Seonghwa's lips met your cheek and it felt both hot and cold at the same time. As if he burned you, yet provided immediate comfort to the burn.
When he pulled away, he smiled bright "I also came to offer you something."
You swallowed hard. "What?"
Grabbing the grimoire he placed it into your arms. "I will teach you about magic, I will help you unleash the magic waiting beneath the surface of your being."
You would be lying if you said that did not tempt you. Ever since your first meeting with Seonghwa, you wanted to know more, not just about him, or magic in general, but about yourself and the supposed magic in your bloodline.
"And what do you get in return?"
His smile became more devilish as he shrugged his head almost playfully. "That's for me to know and for you to find out."
He could see the wheels turning in your mind and he chuckled softly. "I will leave you to think it over. But I will leave you with this as well. Every time you thought you felt my presence these last few weeks, you were right. So when you have your answer, just call out for me." Leaning in, his lips brushed your ear, "I will hear you, I'm never too far away."
Just as he had done before, within the blink of an eye he was gone. Once again leaving you alone, left to think over his final words.
Looking down at the grimoire you let out a long shaky breath. Why did he always have to leave you so confused? And why couldn't he just use the door?
If you weren't so lost in thought, you might be more aware of the hairs standing up on the back of your neck, signalling that he was nearby, watching you.
But your eyes were staring off into space as your mind wandered. Sitting on a lonely bench at the edge of the park, you took no notice of your surroundings, even drowning out all sound.
Thinking back on the last few days, you had skimmed through the grimoire multiple times. You tried to translate various passages, but could find nothing that made sense. You figured the language must be something not spoken by "ordinary" humans.
You were too afraid to read anything out loud, for fear that you may accidentally summon another demon, or accidentally hurt someone.
Then there were the two spells you did know. The one that summoned Seonghwa, and the one that would send him away. It was odd, when you stared at the second incantation. Knowing its purpose, you suddenly got an overwhelming urge to destroy it. You resisted, convincing yourself it was best to keep it on hand, in case. Though you had a feeling Seonghwa would not hurt you. But you knew it was best to keep it as a fail-safe of sorts.
When a sudden cold breeze blew past you, sending a chill through you, you broke from your thoughts. Looking around, you noted very few people around.
'Will he really hear me if I call out to him?'
Clearing your throat, you started to speak, only to stop yourself numerous times. Letting out a sigh, you steadied yourself before you finally spoke out loud, your voice holding little confidence or volume.
"Seonghwa?"
Within a short moment, a stiff breeze blew past you and the sound of fluttering wigs filled you ears, as you blinked in surprise. Noting the dark figure sitting on the bench beside you, you jolted as you barely resisted gasping in shock.
Seonghwa had a satisfied smile on his face as he looked at you, his arm was perched on the back of the bench as he crossed his legs, staring out at the scenery ahead of you.
You stared at him for a moment, noting how comfortable he was.
"Yo- you weren't there the whole time were you?"
He chuckled softly under his breath before he shook his head. "No. But I was nearby."
"Nearby? Why?"
He looked over at you before taking in your appearance. As his usual teasing smile crossed his features, you couldn't help the butterflies that sprouted in your gut.
"I find that I don't know this world well enough anymore to walk around comfortably in it. So I often find myself lingering near you."
"Lingering?"
Your mind suddenly flashed back to the various unusual thing's that had happened to you in the past few weeks.
"The biker?" You asked softly and you saw him repress a grin before he nodded softly. "And the man following me?"
This time you saw something akin to anger flash across his face. "Yes, him too."
You leaned a little closer, as if wanting to hear a secret. "What did you do to him?"
Seonghwa smiled at your curiosity, and you pretended not to notice his gaze lingering on your lips. "I don't think you want to know that, sweetheart."
Your heart jolted at the sudden nickname and you cleared your throat softly as you tried to hide the flustering effect he had on you.
Seonghwa noticed it, but kept it to himself, though he could not repress a smile.
"Why- why have you been helping me like that? I mean, just hiding in the shadows, instead of just... I don't know, actually being around?"
He stared at you for a moment. "Would you have...allowed that?"
"What? Allowed you to actually hang around me rather than lurk around while invisible?"
He nodded and you let out a soft chuckle.
"Well, I mean. I would want some space in general, especially when at work, but I mean... I wouldn't mind it. If you had nowhere else to go where you felt comfortable, I mean."
As Seonghwa's gaze seem to soften as you spoke, you found yourself growing more shy. He smiled brightly at you and you felt your stomach fill with butterflies again.
He looked away from you as he struggled to repress his growing grin. His own neck and ears burning hotter, and he tapped his fingers nervously on the bench.
Wanting to distract himself from his sudden flustered composure, he cleared his throat. "Noted, then."
You looked down at your hands as you fiddled with them, only looking up when Seonghwa spoke again, his tone more serious this time.
"So, did you call me here because you've made a decision?"
Suddenly reminded of your original intention you sat up straight and composed yourself. "Yes. I-" you hesitated for a moment before you nodded, "I want to know more."
He grinned slowly and you quickly added on "But I want to know what you want in return for teaching me."
His grin remained as he let out a chuckle. "Smart."
Looking out ahead of him you saw his smile fade into an almost melancholic gaze. "I want freedom."
You felt your chest clench as your tone softened. "From what?"
"From being Death."
"What does that mean? I mean, really?"
"If I help you discover your magic, I want you to help set me free."
"Is being Death a curse or something?"
He shrugged his head as he let out a soft sigh, "Not originally, but it can become one. I'll explain more later on."
You thought for a moment before a sudden thought came to mind. "Setting you free...doesn't mean, killing you, does it?"
He smiled at the hesitant look on your face before he shook his head with a gentle smile. "No, it does not. I will still be alive, and will still be a demon, I just wont be a Death demon."
"Ohh" you nodded your head in understanding, though you were still thoroughly bewildered.
"I'll be able to live my life as I choose." He added on, wanting you to understand more of his intentions.
You stared softly at him, and he saw the same look of genuine kindness shining through that he saw the first time he met you. He felt his heart pound almost painfully in his chest, and almost wished for you to look away from him.
"Alright. Deal."
He rose his brow, "Deal? Are you sure?"
You let out a bewildered chuckle. "What? You're not going to take my soul in the end are you?"
He let out a breathy laugh. "No, I'm not that kind of demon."
"Good. Then, yes I'll help you, if I can. Just because you are going to help me 'discover my magic', doesn't mean I'll be any good at it."
He smiled wide, "I'm not worried, I have faith."
"Are you allowed to?"
Seonghwa paused for a second before letting out a genuine laugh, your joke catching him off guard. You giggled under your breath at his reaction, your words having come out before you processed them.
Seonghwa shook his head as he repressed his laughter, enjoying the feeling you brought to him. Something he had lacked in recent years.
He stared at you for a moment and you fiddled with your hands again. "So, when do we start?"
Seonghwa leaned closer and you held your breath. His eyes flicked to your lips before he grinned.
Reaching out, he gently cupped your cheek and locked his eyes with yours again.
"We start now."
xx End xx
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ʕ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 1.00 - 'ᴍʀ.ᴘᴀʀᴋ??' ʔ
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ヾꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ/ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ : ʜᴇʀᴇ
ヾ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ : ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʟɪᴠᴇꜱ, ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴘᴏɴᴅᴇʀɪɴɢ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ Qᴜᴇꜱᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ Qᴜɪᴛ?
ヾᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ : ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴀʟʟᴇʀɢɪᴇꜱ
ヾᴅɪꜱᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ : ᴀʟᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴀ "ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛᴀʀʏ ᴋɪᴍ" ᴋ-ᴅʀᴀᴍᴀ ᴀᴜ, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇꜱ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏʟɪɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀɪꜱᴛɪᴄꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ.
You suck in a harsh breath, your hands grip tightly onto the tablet that was placed on your lap. You try hard to focus on the meeting and the men speaking in front of you but you couldn't help but sniffle under your breath. Your eyes water slightly after turning red as you try hard to contain yourself from sneezing hard. Your hands subtly try to push away the big bouquet of roses kept next to you. But it doesn't go unnoticed by the sharp pair of dark eyes which hold no emotions, Seonghwa cocks his head towards your side.
His eyebrows cocks up in confusion when he finds your eyes get red and watery. But he decides to let it slide for the moment before focusing back onto Hongjoong who stood in front of the board of officers. Though the thought doesn't leave his mind as to why you pushed away the flowers so aggressively.
Your heels make loud noises against the floor while you make your way into the elevator next to Seonghwa. There is a weird not-so awkward silence between the both of you, if your older self would be in the same situation, you could see yourself getting suffocated in seconds. But now you have to come to get used to these silences. As you walk into his room, you place the files down and finally decide to break the silence. "Mr.Park I would like to inform you that, I will be taking a leave tomorrow for personal reasons."
Seonghwa's eyebrows cock up in surprise as he fixes his overcoat a little, "Don't I have to attend a party hosted by the Sumyung group? It's postponed to tomorrow right?" His expressions stay unreadable, but his unbelievable tone is definitely hard to not notice. "Yes Mr.Park, that's correct. But you will have to deal with it yourself for tomorrow, and I've already arranged Secretary.Do to take care of your usual necessities." A scoff escapes from him as he stares at you in disbelief, "Then what about my date? Aren't you usually the one who stays by my side in these parties?"
"I've got that covered too, Mr.Park, the top model of Korea, Song Hyunju, the ambassador for YSL, must have been familiar to you. I've done some research on her, and found out her father is one of the shareholders of your father's company. She will be your date for tomorrow." Why the fuck are you so smart, Hwang. Seonghwa mutters to himself, not getting why he was annoyed at the fact that you wouldn't be by his side for a whole day. "If that is all, I will leave you here Mr.Park"
"WAIT MS.HWANG ARE YOU REALLY GOING ON A BLIND DATE?" Ji-yeon screams loudly, almost making it audible for everyone in the bathroom stall. You instantly try to shush her down, panicking that someone must have heard her. "Omg Jiyeon-shi calm down, and yes I am" You say with your usual smile on your face just the fact that you were hiding how scared you were for the so-called blind date your friend set you up with.
"Y/n-ah you really need a personal life other than being your stuck-up CEO's secretary" You let out a sigh, not being able to deny your friends, Yuna's words. "Well what can I do then, not like I get any free time other than running behind him." Yuna lets out a pitiful sigh before inhaling sharply, "Well, you are going to make some free time because you're going on a blind date with my boyfriend's best friend next week." Your eyes widen from her words, "WAIT WHAT? WHAT BLIND DATE, WHO?"
"That is exactly why it is a blind date, Silly." Your shoulders slump down and you let out a defeated sigh knowing well that you won't be able to say no to her. "Well what am I going to do with Seonghwa? How am I going to get any free time?" Yuna shrugs at your questions, "I don't know, just tell him you're going to take a holiday or something." "I- Fine"
"With who?- well I mean, It's a blind date, but i can't wait to hear what happens on your date." You let out a chuckle at the other girl, who couldn't hide her excitement for you. "I'll definitely let you know about it all" You weren't surprised to hear the most excited squeal from her as you walked out of the bathroom.
You walk out of the door of the fancy table, walking next to your date. Your heels click on the pathway, and just as you raise your head, your eyes widen at the sight. "MR.PARK??"
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love is gone (part 4)
word count: 5k
angst, fluff (tw: slut shaming)
(part 3) (series masterlist)
that following monday, you weren’t sure what was more surprising: finding seonghwa in class before you, right in the back as promised, or the fact that the professor gave a random pop quiz worth 10% of your grade.
luckily, you had spent all weekend studying, knowing you had to get back on track and put all your focus into school again, so you were prepared; so much so that, at the end of class, you got back a 10/10 and praises from the professor.
it felt like nothing could ruin the slight high you were on after that, walking out that day with a sense of accomplishment and pride.
ready to put all your refocused effort into your other classes and extra credit sessions and-
“so, little teachers pet, i’m gonna need that tutoring sooner than we thought.”
in that moment, you weren’t sure what was more surprising - seonghwa managing to get you to agree to tutor him early or that you were doing it at his off-campus apartment in two days time.
he was leant against the wall in his signature black and eye-catching chain, staring you down like he had every right to do so. like the butterflies he caused and the fire he ignited in you (that you tried so hard to ignore) were completely okay.
you couldn’t help but wonder if there were any other shades in his closet. that maybe if he wore pastels, you wouldn’t be so vehemently attracted to him.
“why do you think that, asshole?” you ask, a smile lighting up his face before a laugh slips out.
you have an idea it’s about the pop quiz today but don’t wanna assume (or, maybe, you really are a teachers pet and just wanna show off your 10/10 to him).
you wince when you see red marks all over his paper, a whopping 4/10 scribbled at the top.
“oh.”
“yeah, oh,” he says flatly, a smirk pulling at your lips despite yourself.
he pushes off the wall so he’s looming in front of you, peering down at you with mirth and something a little dangerous.
something so strong and alluring as he invades your space with his presence and scent, the very one you were trying all weekend to forget.
“you wanna play?”
you turn to see seonghwa watching you, swallowing as you notice just how close you are. peering up into his dark gaze, your breath hitching as he moves closer.
“or do you wanna almost kiss again?”
your gaze drop to his mouth only because he said the word kiss, meeting his gaze again with narrowed eyes.
“we- we didn’t almost kiss.”
you stutter only because it’s cold.
“if you keep looking at me like that, you’ll be right,” he mutters, finger coming up to swipe across your lower lip. “we’ll definitely kiss.”
“give me an extra session,” he demands, ripping you from the unwanted but oh so tempting memory.
“absolutely not,” you protest, shaking your head.
not only because you don’t want to be alone with him but because of the way he demands it. because something about the way he rolls his eyes, both, infuriates and amuses you.
no part of you wants to be amused by him.
“oh, c’mon, y/n,” he groans, your face remaining blank despite the storm in your stomach. “just one extra session. i got a 40% for fucks sake.”
“well, did you study?”
“why would i do that?”
you can’t stop the scoff that leaves you or the way your eyes roll now, dead set on walking off because he’s a lost cause - if he’s not gonna put in the effort, why would you even waste your time and energy on him?
his hand reaches down to grab your wrist as you turn to leave silently, sparks shooting up your arm as his deep voice fills your ears.
“hey, i was kidding,” he says softly, far too many emotions dancing behind his brown eyes. far too many emotions that appear genuine, soft, real, but nothing about this man’s intrusive interest in you can be real.
“look, i wouldn’t think to study because i didn’t know he was giving us a surprise fucking quiz, okay? usually, i would’ve.”
lie.
“well, it’s always helpful to review your notes after every class...” you mutter, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
he wants to scoff at how someone could be so intriguing and feisty the way you are but then so grossly stuck up and anal about schoolwork.
“sounds like something you can help me do in a tutoring session.”
“sounds like something you should know being more than halfway done with college.”
seonghwa’s tongue pokes the inside of his cheek as he snorts under his breath, not quite sure if he wants to meet you back with a snarky comment of his own or push you against the wall to silence you with his mouth.
he knows the latter would humble you more, would throw you off in ways his words couldn’t - the way his words haven’t - but he also knows he has to save that for when you’re alone.
when your guard is down, if possible, and you’re not surrounded by a building full of people - but there’s no harm in preparing you.
testing the waters to see just how much he’ll be able to get away with in the first session; although seonghwa is closest to the wall, you’re somehow the one feeling trapped when he advances on you.
taking a few steps closer, his black boots to your white sneakers, before he gently holds your chin between his slender pointer finger and thumb.
“i wonder if you’ll be this smart with me when it’s just us two studying,” he mutters.
his eyes trace every part of your pretty face while yours watch him like a hawk; they’re alert and cautious, with just a hint of longing in them that leaves him confident, one way or another, this will work.
all his plans and patience and interest (whether it be feigned or not) will work out for him in more ways than one.
“is that why you don’t wanna?” he continues, mouth just inches from your ear, breath ghosting over your vanilla-scented skin. “are you scared to be alone with me, y/n?”
you hate the way your stomach swoops, sending a flurry of unwanted but intense butterflies through you; you hate how it’s like he knows it happens, a smirk crossing his face when he looks at you and you narrow your gaze.
“nothing about you scares me.”
lie.
because you don’t trust how your body seems to naturally respond to him. how much your mind is actively reminding you how he’s made you smile and laugh when you haven’t in so long.
he’s making you feel things when you haven’t felt anything in so long and that scares you. everything about that scares you.
“unless... should i be?”
because sometimes the look in his eye also scares you - it’s just not just your own unresolved trauma.
you’re surprised there’s no tremor in your voice from his closeness, his gaze, his words, his overall aura of him that scares the shit out of you as much as it makes you feel things.
“i guess we’ll find out,” he says, fighting back a smirk because, yeah, maybe you should be scared but so should he.
it scares him how something completely innate and inexplicable inside him is drawn to you (regardless of all the outside factors pulling him toward you in the first place).
you irritate the fuck out of him but he also knows, to his core, he’s a weak man who can’t resist the pretty face of an obviously troubled girl.
who holds so much mystery behind a snarky mouth and emotionless eyes.
“how’s wednesday after class sound?”
you don’t know why you didn’t say no then - he wouldn’t force you, he couldn’t force you, and yet, you were now somehow hanging out with park seonghwa.
“alone?” yunjin squeaks, you, her and mingi sitting at your usual table in the cafeteria the next day. “as in like... just you two? tomorrow? why the heck are you just telling me this now?”
you roll your eyes at her dramatics, looking up from your self-made study guide.
“i don’t know, why did you keep hongjoong a secret?”
“oop,” mingi says, drowning out the sound of your roommate’s groan as he takes a bite of greasy pizza. “she got you there bitch.”
yunjin throws him a dirty side eye, like she’s half tempted to throw his food on the ground and stomp all over it.
“she didn’t get me anywhere, bitch,” yunjin sneers at him, before she turns to you and starts whining. “you guys are so mean, i didn’t keep him a secret!”
the whole cafeteria can hear her lying through her teeth, you bet.
“he’s just a fellow peer, an acquaintance, if you will,” she continues, “why would that be worth mentioning?”
“because he’s an acquaintance you wanna bang and pathetically blush over,” mingi says, continuing to happily chow down as he mocks his best friend’s voice.
“oh hongjoong! stop that, hongjoong! i never said that silly sweet hongjoongie!”
you watch in amusement as yunjin suddenly snatches the pizza out of mingi’s hand, his mouth hung open about to take another bite; it’s scary to see her silent for once in her life but on a deadly mission, standing up without a word as she stomps over to a garbage can.
“she wouldn’t,” mingi says dramatically, looking on like it’s a tragic car accident; she slams it in like a triumph basketball player making the final shot.
“she would. she did,” you say blankly, a smug look on her face as she makes her way back to the table ready to talk more shit.
“you owe me $3 you fucking-
“don’t call me out when you’re the one pathetically blushes and cries over yunho!” yunjin spits, the boy not focused on yunho or the drama or your hanging out with seonghwa but the very fact that his pizza is now in the trash.
“you still haven’t shut the fuck up about him and, quite frankly, it’s...”
you’re always grateful that their arguments manage to take the attention off you, even if just for a moment. even if their little pea brains eventually have their attention taken back by-
the chair next to screeches loudly against the floor, the sound ringing in your ear and causing you to wince.
you look up from your study guide to see yunjin and mingi with their mouths in small o shapes, looking at you with wide eyes before you feel a presence next to you.
you felt him, smelt him, before you heard hm. his all too familiar deep, taunting tone which concerns you more than the look on your friend’s faces.
“did you make that for our study sesh tomorrow, princess?”
“let’s see if you can beat those 43 seconds, pussy boy,” wooyoung yells at seonghwa’s retreating figure, watching his friend make his way over to your table.
they didn’t know if it was more unbelievable that you agreed to meet earlier with him in the first place or that tutoring was the bright idea seonghwa came up with.
“okay, okay! then riddle me this, you idiotic tortured soul,” wooyoung says, seonghwa rolling his eyes as yunho and hongjoong look on in amusement.
“how are you gonna need tutoring when you’re, like, actually fucking smart?”
it took seonghwa throwing his 4/10 quiz for the table to let out a gasp, nobody but yunho catching on to what he did.
“are you gonna fucking fail physics on purpose for this shit?” he asks, eyes wide in disbelief. “park, that’s the dumbest idea you’ve ever had.”
“it was one quiz,” seonghwa says nonchalantly, sat back in his chair with his broad shoulders and relaxed demeanor. “when i get 100 on both tests, it won’t matter.”
the table of men laughed at his cockiness.
laughed like it wasn’t such an insane fucking plan for someone to do but also laughed because the man wasn’t too far off.
not only was seonghwa just one of those naturally gifted students who never had to study but he also had a semi photographic memory - wooyoung considers him to be a cheater.
seonghwa tells him to get fucked.
“so, what, it’s gonna go down tomorrow then? just like that?” hongjoong asks, in slight disbelief at his friend’s confidence; he can admit it’s admirable but at what point does it become... insane?
“have you met her? of course not,” seonghwa scoffs, “i’ll be lucky if she says 10 words to me.”
“that sounds like a forfeit to me.”
“there was no time limit dickweed,” seonghwa says, a smirk pulling at his friend’s lips. “but nice try.”
because if there’s one thing seonghwa is, it’s competitive.
as big a dick as he is, he would’ve never thought to do something like this unless there was some form of bet or victory on the line.
“no shot is he beating 43 seconds,” yunho remarks, “that girl can’t stand him, sexual tension or not.”
“the same way her tall friend can’t stand you?” wooyoung asks sarcastically, the dark-haired man narrowing his gaze. “yeah, jeong, we all saw it. it’s cute, your tragic unrequited love.”
“it was unrequited for literally five seconds, you obviously didn’t see-”
“you two going at it in the bathroom? yeah, no, i think i’m glad i missed that.”
“we didn’t go at it anywhere,” yunho grumbles, not used to his friends seeing his romantic endeavors. “we had just met.”
“psh, like that means anything,” wooyoung scoffs, knowing they all have hooked up with girls without even knowing their names.
his nosy gaze can’t help but travel over to your table where seonghwa’s sat down beside you. he’s wearing that flirty, charismatic smirk he always seems to wear around women that just seems to work.
wooyoung doesn’t have to see you to know you’re rolling your eyes or sneering at him, before the two of you fall into that all too weird... sexual stare down; he’ll admit that he never saw seonghwa do anything like that before, but he’s also never bet on a girl’s virginity.
he reminds himself to ask seonghwa if he thinks that little unexpected tid bit of information about you changes anything.
“hey guys,” wooyoung suddenly hears, eyes rolling at the unfortunately familiar feminine voice. “where did hwa go? i thought i saw him-”
wooyoung considers it, both, a miracle and a tragedy that hana’s watching seonghwa fully put the moves on you.
because while it’s showing seonghwa is thorough and passionate in his attempts to win you over (even if for all the wrong, terrible, horribly pitiful reasons), it’s putting just another target on your back.
“why is he talking to her?”
she won’t say your name but spits the word ‘her’ out with disgust, hana plopping down with daggers thrown your way.
“she and her friend whose roots are starting to show really aren’t pretty.”
all the boys share a look at her whiney raging, wooyoung and yunho smirking while hongjoong just rolls his eyes.
“don’t you guys think he’s taking this too far?” the girl continues after a few seconds, tone just as hateful as the look in her eye. “all he has to do is sleep with her, why is he talking to her?”
“believe it or not, hana, i know this is, like, an insane concept to you,” wooyoung begins, wanting her to shut her stupid mouth for just one second. “but some people don’t sleep with someone 10 seconds after knowing them.”
“fuck you wooyoung.”
“then shut up and stop being a hater, hana.”
“stop being a hater?” she shrieks, her voice high-pitched, like nails on a chalkboard. “you’re the assholes who started this bet in the first place!”
“please, like you give a fuck about that,” wooyoung scoffs, remembering the pathetic stunt she pulled during truth or dare last weekend - or even the past two years of the toxic, one-sided relationship between her and seonghwa that is truly sad to watch.
“you just want seonghwa all to yourself, even though he told you time and time again it’s not like that.”
“you don’t know shit about me and seonghwa,” hana snaps, a red flush growing on her cheeks. “so shut your ugly mouth.”
“i know that he’d never wanna be with you for real,” he says, a fact everyone at this table knows - even her. “and i know that he’d never look at you the way he’s looking at her right now.”
they all turn toward your table, none of them blind to the striking side profile and charismatic smile he’s wearing.
it’s obvious you’re in one of those sexually charged, faux hate, no-one-else-is-here-but-us stare downs that seems far too intimate for public.
your eyes are staring up at him with daggers, gaze falling to his arm that reaches over and brushes your shoulder as he touches the paper in front of you.
seonghwa smirks when you narrow your gaze and move your body away from him, mingi and yunjin staring knowingly at each other.
“that’s- that’s literally because of this stupid bet,” hana stammers, although it’s obvious from her gaze she’s raging inside; her head snaps to hongjoong, who has probably said less than 50 words to the girl in all the years of knowing her.
“why did you even start it? that was really stupid.”
hongjoong smirks, his mouth opening to speak before wooyoung beats him to it.
“you know what’s stupid hana? or, actually, rather sad?” wooyoung begins, the boys already knowing from his tone he’s about to be a dick.
“that even knowing how he feels about you, you still sleep with him. you still do anything for him even though you know deep down he can’t stand you,” wooyoung says, “you’re just someone he knows he can stick his dick in, with no questions asked, so maybe you should-”
nobody could say they were shocked when one minute, wooyoung was dry and hana’s can of iced tea was full and the next, he was soaked and the bottle was empty.
angry tears burned hana’s eyes and it looks like, if she wasn’t yielding her empty can and humiliated in front of the table, she would’ve punched wooyoung right in the face.
that doesn’t stop her from throwing the empty can at him and shooting up, telling him to go fuck himself and she hopes he rots in hell before stomping away; one look from hongjoong and yunho tells wooyoung he might’ve went too far this time.
“what?” the man asks, irritation flooding through him - hana annoyed the fuck out of all of them, why are they looking at him like that?
when the silence and stares prevail, irritation becomes guilt.
“what?” he repeats, soaked with iced tea as he stares narrow-eyed at his friends.
“what do you mean what?” yunho asks, “you deserve that iced tea man, that’s all i’ll say.”
“how do you figure?”
“how do you figure?” hongjoong parrots, “c’mon, woo. you even know that was a little fucked up.”
“oh, like she doesn’t say fucked up things?”
because if hana doesn’t go for his looks, calling him overweight and ugly every chance she gets, she goes for his intelligence - the two things wooyoung struggled with severely growing up and only took hana a few weeks to somehow pick up on.
the girl wasn’t as dumb as he made her out to be - she was a master manipulator. she’s able to sense people’s deepest, darkest insecurities and use them with her harsh words.
if seonghwa wasn’t who he was, she could’ve easily fooled him too; lucky for him, and unlucky for her, he’s darker than he lets on, too.
“she’s a bitch and you all know it.”
“okay, yeah, but you basically just called her a desperate whore. that’s not cool either... even if she is.”
it took a few moments of silence, side eyes back and forth, and a quirk of a smirk on wooyoung’s mouth for the group of men to burst out into childish snorts and snickers.
“you’re absolutely fucking soaked.”
“that’s what she said.”
“that’s what hana said, apparently, since she’s such a big who-”
“what are you idiots... why are you fucking drenched?”
“he called hana a desperate whore and said she’s only a hole to you,” hongjoong says, wooyoung shrugging innocently as yunho nods in agreement. “but anyway, how did it go?”
“seemed longer than 30 seconds, unlike the sex you’re gonna have,” wooyoung says, yunho smirking before he asks if he’s ready for tomorrow.
“no, yunjin, i’m not ready, how can i ever be ready? i hate this man,” you groan hours later in the dorm. “i don’t know how i even got myself into this.”
yunjin had interrogated you since the moment seonghwa sauntered away from your table with a smirk on his face, the lingering presence of his hand on your shoulder, both, irritating and enticing.
“i know how,” yunjin mutters, the two of you laying in your respective beds.
the room was lit only by the soft, flickering glow of the tv, the newest season of the bachelorette playing in the background.
you already know when you look over and see an excited smile on her make-up free face that you’re not gonna like what she has to say.
“i think it’s because a small part of you maybe likes him.”
“yunjin...” you say warningly, with the tone you always seem to use when she mentions him. “we already talked about this.”
“i know, i know,” she sighs, “but... like... god, it makes sense! he’s hot, y/n, super fucking hot. and he looks at you in a way that is sooooo sexy! like he wants to rip your clothes off and-”
“oh my god, stop!” you whine, throwing your pillow over your face.
“oop, sorry, forgot! virgin ears,” yunjin teases; you know it’s in a way that’s playful and light-hearted, not at all mocking or judging the way hana tried to make it.
“but, look, those virgin ears are exactly why i have to prepare you. it’s my duty as a non-virgin and your roommate turned bestie to warn you of the signs you are obviously missing.”
“i’m not missing anything,” you mutter, throwing her a look of disdain in the darkness. “there’s just not anything to-”
“do his eyes roam your face?” she asks.
“do they linger on your lips? does he lean down almost every time he speaks to you? or every time you say something and he pretends to not catch it? does he look for any reason to touch you?”
you fight your own mind to not think back to your times in class, your times at the party, your times just earlier that day when he sat down next to you like he belonged beside you.
like your arms were meant to be brushing, just barely touching at all times but enough for those sparks to shoot up your skin.
“you sound like you’re writing a ridiculous romance novel.”
“because you two literally are a romance novel, y/n!” yunjin squeals, “you have the sexual chemistry of a work of fiction. that’s how intense it is. there’s a reason people write about those things in a book! because it’s true! sexual tension is sexual tension!”
“you’re insane, yunjin,” you mutter, shaking your head as you bury yourself further into your pillow. “literally insane.”
but even if she’s insane, even if she just said those things to say them and comfort you in some weird way, you find that the next day, her words are playing over in your head.
“do his eyes roam your face?”
“do they linger on your lips?”
“does he lean down almost every time he speaks to you?”
“does he look for any reason to-”
“hey tutor.”
like every time you hear his voice, your body reacts first.
you sincerely wish that it didn’t, wish your heart didn’t jump and you didn’t stiffen because you’re scared he’ll somehow know, but it annoyingly does.
every time.
and this time’s no different, worse even, knowing that you’ll have to spend a few hours with him and yunjin’s voice in your head.
“if you sit next to me, the deal is off.”
he simply smirks as he lingers by the table, your eyes peering up at him. watch as his seem to trace over your face, a smirk covering it when he catches that ever-present look of annoyance in your gaze.
do his eyes roam your face?
“i don’t go back on my deals, y/n, don’t worry,” he says, a quiet scoff leaving you because of course he doesn’t - why would he when he gets way more out of this than you?
his gaze drops down to your parted lips and you’re thankful only because you can feel your eyes betray you and widen.
do they linger on your lips?
you only feel more and more flustered, more and more pissed off at stupid, overly-talkative yunjin, when he starts to lean down because no way. no fucking way are him and your roommate not just in cahoots and playing some big practical joke on you.
no way did she stupidly call out every action this man just did in a 15 second window.
“but that means you can’t go back on yours,” he mumbles, breath wafting over your ear.
your hit with the scent of his cologne and your nose twitches, momentarily distracting you from the ridiculous goosebumps attempting to prickle on your skin right now.
you don’t care how much he knows he effects your body, you can’t help that, but you can get your shit together for just a second. look up at him and meet his cocky gaze and narrow your eyes at him.
“i’m not.”
it’s short, biting and everything you needed to portray, even if your insides are slightly quivering.
seonghwa’s back to roaming your face, eyes lit with something mischievous, lit with something that makes you scared but also, dare you say, intrigued for later.
he thinks he’s gonna get you under his thumb, that much you can tell and, maybe, if you listened to your body more easily, you would be - but your brain won’t allow it.
not so easily anyway.
you think. you hope.
“good,” he says.
his hand comes down to the table, as if to steady himself to raise to his full height again, but when his pinkie meets yours, it’s obviously not so innocent. your eyes stay narrowed and his smirk remains, the both of you stubbornly holding each others gaze.
“i’ve never been so excited to study before, you know,” seonghwa continues, his voice deep and low so the nosy, very obviously eavesdropping students don’t listen. “i hope class goes quick. really quick.”
“i wish i could say the same,” you say back, a fake, tight smile on your face. it only gets faker, tighter, when his very real smirk widens.
“oh, c’mon, y/n, i know you were up all night thinking about it,” seonghwa teases, rubbing his pinkie along yours. sparks shoot through your skin and you briefly wonder if he feels it too or if you really are that touch-starved.
“thinking about it, dreading it, who’s to say really?”
“i feel like that counts,” he says with a smirk.
“of course you would,” you bite back, eyes rolling.
you both miss the way the girl around you, who knew something was up from day one, side-eyes the others. the way everyone can’t help but read the body language and mumbled words and notice the closeness of two people who seem to work like magnets.
it’s rude to stare, creepy, even, but it’s just so blaring obvious.
obvious enough that, when the professor comes in, the girl clears her throat and you catch her look. you wonder when she stopped minding her own business.
seonghwa’s moving away before someone gets the chance to say anything, though, his pinkie still grazing yours.
“are you sure i shouldn’t just sit up here? it’d be easier for us to just-”
one pointed look from you has him chuckling under his breath and, at last, pulling his hand away from you.
“fine,” he says, sighs out, like you’re an utter inconvenience to him. “i’ll be back up here for you after class, though.”
“why wouldn’t you be,” you mutter under your breath but he’s already gone.
he’s gone and the nosy, obvious girl next to you is side-eyeing you like you’re the one being rude. like you’re the one sticking her nose where it doesn’t belong.
like you’ve cracked the world’s greatest mystery and didn’t, somehow, open pandora’s box in the form of park seonghwa.
your phone vibrates in your sweatshirt pocket and you quickly peek at it while the professors getting ready; if you weren’t already flustered by your stupid roommate and her stupid non-virgin, romance novel reading, intrusive self, you would be now.
yunjin [1:02 pm]: remember! eyes roaming face. lingering on lips. leaning down when he speaks to you. touching you for little to no reason. i want ALL the details when ur back home <3 have fun... but not TOO much fun ;)
you scoff at the message, a scowl on your face - later will be anything but too much fun.
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￫ themes/au : hogwarts au, dark themes
￫ series warnings : angst, smut, dark themes, death, murder, violence, unhealthy family dynamics, takes place before lightning era and hogwart’s legacy (subject to change / additions)
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Cruel summer 4 - P.SH
word count: 3k, fluff, suggestive
warnings: none specifically
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‘’I can’t get this’’ You yelled, falling back into the water.
‘’You can, let’s try it one more time, focus on what I did’’ Seonghwa replied, swimming towards you as you were practicing one of his signature surf moves. A hard twist he had under his control ultimately, yet something you couldn’t do after what felt like a hundred tries.
Seonghwa had knocked on your door this early morning, surfboard in hand as he looked at you with a bright smile. You didn’t see him at all yesterday, after both of you went stargazing the night before. So you thought maybe you crossed a line, or that he didn’t consider you as a friend. The careless attitude you had was sometimes just a facade for all the overthinking going on in your head. Yet when he showed up this morning, all the doubts went away when he told you he had to help his uncle out in his surf shop the entire day, not being able to come to the cafe.
Both of you went on for a while, moving around in the water and trying to go in sync with each other which horribly failed as both of you had completely different techniques. So when you rested on the sand for a while, you noticed the redness of his cheeks, realizing he probably didn’t put on sunscreen.
‘’Have you put on sunscreen?’’ You asked him, fingers ghosting his red nose.
‘’No, I forgot’’
‘’Seonghwa! I told you how important it is’’ You exclaimed, making him laugh.
‘’I know, but I forgot it at home’’
‘’Let’s go for a walk then, I need to stretch my body for a bit’’ You said, Seonghwa agreeing before both of you started to put on lighter clothes after taking off the wetsuit, the bikini underneath is still a bit damp as you put on some jean shorts.
Seonghwa’s house was just behind the beach, a bungalow with a dark brown wooden theme. It was huge though, the pool in the back visible as you made your way through the front door.
‘’Is this your own place?’’ You asked, wondering how he could afford this while you were living off leftovers in your student life. You gazed around, noticing the interior seemed a bit cold, there were no pictures on the wall, no adorable flowers on the coffee table and no warmth radiating off the marble floor. Yet it did feel like a home, as if memories were made without evidence of them.
‘’Yeah, it used to be my mom’s’’ He said, walking into the kitchen to find the sunscreen on the countertop. You wanted to ask about the word ‘used’ to see if he was slightly ready to open up, but before you got the chance his deep voice was heard again. ‘’Can you put it on me?’’ He pouted, making you chuckle as you shook your head disapprovingly. You decided to drop the question, waiting for him to open up to you himself.
‘’How old are you?’’ You playfully asked, taking the bottle out of his hand as you squirted a tiny bit on your pointer finger, placing dots all over his face as you stepped a bit closer, examining his perfect features in the process. He was tall, so you had to stand on your tippy-toes while he was staring at your eyes, before moving down to your lips as they were so close to his. You rubbed the creme over his face softly, before moving on to the next spot which made him lean even closer.
‘’How is your skin so smooth?’’ You mumbled, in awe of his perfect skin.
He ignored the comment, noticing the piece of hair in front of your eyes, his hand coming up to slowly tuck it behind your ear. You stopped in your tracks, Seonghwa’s hand remaining on your face as his thumb rested on your cheek. He was holding it like you were delicate, as if a bit more pressure could break you.
His eyes fell back to your lips, before his thumb fell on them, your mouth opening as he looked back into your eyes. You were so close to kissing him, him leaning down to almost close the distance, feeling his breath on yours. You lost balance while you stood on your toes because of the slight pull towards him, falling against his chest as his other arm came around your waist, your front pressed against his.
‘’Careful’’ He whispered in a low voice, making butterflies erupt in your stomach as you couldn’t bring yourself to look up at him, afraid of how close both of your faces would b if you did. You felt his hand on your waist, burning the skin with his touch and you couldn’t stop yourself from blushing. Before he could do anything else, you heard a sudden bang from behind you, making you snap your head back to see the door closed shut. You looked at Seonghwa with a scared look, a smile taking over his lips.
‘’`The wind’’
You started laughing in embarrassment at the moment, realizing the two of you were about to kiss, your head falling against his chest at the timing of the wind as he laughed with you, his hand coming up to stroke your hair. You looked back at him, missing the way his lips felt so close already, before rising back on your toes and pecking him on the pillowy lips, your hands on his chest as you leaned back, realizing what you just did.
‘’I’m sorry I-’’ Regrets started flooding your brain, but before you could continue you were cut off.
Seonghwa placed his lips on yours, cutting you off as he deepened the kiss, his hand supporting your head on the back of your neck as your knees got wobbly. Your arm went around his neck, feeling his lips move with yours blissfully, before his tongue teased your lower lip, making you open your mouth. He turned both of you around, his hand coming under your thigh as he lifted you up, placing you down on the countertop.
You couldn’t get enough of his lips, smiling against them as you placed your hands on his jawline. He kissed you deep and intense, like he had waited for this moment for ages, before parting as he leaned his head against yours with a smile plastered on his face.
You pulled him back in, this time a bit more slowly as you tilted your head to match his rhythm, feeling your insides twist with every slight groan that left his mouth, almost inaudible if you weren’t so pressed up against him. Your hands were resting around his shoulder as you both turned it into a lazy make-out session, not getting enough of the feeling.
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‘’I don’t get how you do this’’ You said, peeking behind him at the perfectly made surfboard.
After the kiss a few days ago, you’ve been hanging out with Seonghwa constantly, joining him on the beach, walking late at night with him, helping each other with the small jobs you had— well, he helped you in the café, you gave him moral support in the surfing shop— and joining the group while both of you were stuck by each other’s side.
‘’It’s not easy, but I’ll teach you one day’’ He said, placing a kiss on your lips as your eyes lit up because of it, making him kiss your cheeks in adornment.
He knew he was falling for you, more than he would like to admit. He felt like someone else when he was with you, as if he was someone he hadn’t been for years. Someone who was bright and calm, excited to fall in love again instead of someone constantly sour and cold, which he turned into after his mother died.
He liked everything about you. He liked how carefree you were, living the day instead of thinking too much forward. Your cheerful attitude was contagious to everyone around you and the funny thing was you didn’t even notice it. You never asked him why. Someone he needed to move on and forget.
July 30th
You are regretting not coming here earlier in summer break, because if you did, you may have had more time with Seonghwa and the others.
The first month of break consisted of working in the city though, saving money for the next semester, and applying for inter positions already as you tried to be fully prepared so you wouldn’t have to worry about it in your off-time. You knew yourself, and if you didn’t get your business for university together before coming here, you wouldn’t have enjoyed the time at all.
‘’Y/n? This is dangerous’’ Your thoughts got interrupted by the handsome man behind you.
‘’I know, that’s what makes it fun’’ You grunted, as you climbed the cliff at the very end of the beach. It wasn’t really a climb, you just had to get up a few rocks to get to the top. However, the sound of the water hitting the cliff underneath you two made Seonghwa cringe.
‘’Just a tiny bit higher’’ You said, throwing your leg over the upper part before climbing on it, seeing the ocean from a high view while Seonghwa followed right behind you, sighing in exhaustion.
‘’Look, how nice’’ You said, sitting down on the edge as your lower legs were dangling over it. Seonghwa dropped next to you, staying a bit further away from the edge. ‘’Are you afraid of heights?’’ You asked, noticing the fear on his face.
‘’Being at risk of falling into the water is not looking very appealing, no’’ He said, making you laugh.
‘’It’s not that bad, you could survive it’’ You replied, placing your head on his shoulder as you enjoyed the view ‘’I’ll save you when you fall’’
‘’I trust you with my life then’’ He said, a smile on his face, enjoying the moment with you, the sound of the waves beneath you making you sigh in contentment. ‘’You know that the waves are usually calm at this time, they just decide to act up when you are here’’ He said, observing the violent waves that crashed against the cliff.
‘’They love me’’ You looked up from his shoulder, making him place a kiss on your lips. ‘’Sometimes I wish I could stay here forever’’ You whispered, looking back at the ocean, the sight instantly calming you down. Seonghwa’s hand went around your shoulders, rubbing it up and down as he pulled you even closer.
‘’Me too’’
‘’Can you tell me something about you that no one knows?’’ He asked a few minutes later.
‘’I don’t know’’ You said, after a minute of thinking. Wondering what you were able to tell him which wouldn’t change the way he thought about you.
‘’Nothing?’’
‘’I love seals’’
He kept quiet, before bursting out laughing ‘’Can you be serious for a minute?’’ He asked after, throwing his head back.
‘’I’ve never told anyone that before!’’ You exclaimed, pushing his chest playfully as he pulled your hands towards him, your body crashing against his before he placed his lips on yours.
August 4th
You were currently at the lake, chilling on the grass as you were having a small picnic with him. Your head was laying on his lap, a book in his hand as he read to you while you played with his other hand. Your gaze went to his face, admiring his features, the shining black hair falling loosely on his forehead, his eyes tracing the words before averting to yours. He smiled at you, leaning down to place a kiss on your nose as you buried your face in your hands.
‘’Don’t hide from me’’ He said, taking your wrists in his hand as you pulled them away from your face. ‘’You were staring at me, weren’t you?’’
‘’Maybe, it’s hard not to’’ You mumbled, going back to playing with his hands as he laughed with you. He placed the book down, leaning back down to kiss your lips, before you got up to kiss him properly, his hand landing on your thigh as yours came up to his cheek.
You were wearing a skirt, maybe not the safest choice today, as your core was placed against his thigh. His hand slowly rid up your thigh, the skirt riding up more and more as you continued making out with him, your breathing becoming heavier every time you inhaled. He felt your legs closing, moving his lips towards your neck as you couldn’t stop but let out a sigh.
He pulled away shortly after, though, making you pout.
‘’We’ve got plenty of time, let’s take it slow, darling’’ He said, making you drop your head in his neck as you smiled. This man would become the death of you.
You felt yourself lowly falling for him more and more as you couldn’t really stop yourself from doing so. Not when he always made you feel so different like you were another person. Something nobody has ever made you feel and a feeling you didn’t want to lose just yet, even if that meant going through the pain when the dream would be over.
A few more weeks, you told yourself.
August 6th
It was raining today, and you spent the entire morning in bed, reading the same book again as you were stupid enough to only bring one. However, you weren’t really focusing on the book when all you were thinking about was Seonghwa. You had texted him this morning, but he didn’t reply yet, so you figured he was probably busy with something. You had spent the whole day with him yesterday once again, cooking together for the boys in the evening and parting ways in the middle of the night as Jongho walked home with you.
‘’So you and Seonghwa, huh?’’ He said, looking at you mischievously as a smile took over your face.
The past days with Seonghwa had been nothing but dreamy. You felt something different with him, as if he was the first person that utterly and completely liked you for being yourself. Something you haven’t felt in a long time.
You were used to staying quiet, letting other people do the talking as you observed. However, you turned into a different person this summer, telling yourself to spend this time being someone you haven’t been before, yourself.
Then eventually, when you’d go back to the city, you’ll be the same again, and it’ll be like you and Seonghwa had never met
‘’Nope, not talking about this’’
‘’Oh come on, we are close’’ He sulked, pushing your shoulder as you shook your head, but when you looked at his face and saw the adorable puppy eyes, you couldn’t deny him.
‘’I don’t know what we are’’ You said, shrugging.
And you were completely honest at that moment because you wished you would be able to tell him what you guys were. Not just friends, souls who were the same, a bit broken inside but prepared to pretend they were not.
You dropped your book on the bed, sighing in frustration as you longed for his touch. You already missed his fingertips tracing your skin, leaving a burning sensation behind as you fell deeper into his touch. Or the way he kissed your cheeks when you blushed because of him.
So you got up, threw on a hoodie, and walked downstairs. You found your mom and aunt in the kitchen, trying to figure out a new recipe for the café, as you quickly bid them goodbye. They didn’t have time to stop you before you were out of the door, walking fast through the streaming rain to Seonghwa’s place.
You knew it would be a bad idea, that it would only hurt more when you would eventually leave the town. However, that didn’t stop you just yet, not when you saw the familiar bungalow down the street after a while. Your hoodie was already soaked, the sky breaking open with the sound of thunder just as you made it in front of his door.
You knocked, waiting for a bit, before knocking again, thrice without anyone answering. You checked your phone, and your messages to Seonghwa were still unanswered. So you started worrying.
Is he okay? Where would he be? He told you yesterday he would be free today so why isn’t he answering? Your mind started forming all kinds of scenarios and before you knew it, you tried to open the door. Surprisingly, it opened right away, indicating someone was probably home.
‘’Seonghwa?’’ You said, voice barely above a whisper as you slowly made your way inside. Your dripping clothes formed a pool of water as you stood in the doorway, not daring to go any further. Until you heard a sniffle, coming from the room in the hallway.
You strutted forward, repeating his name as you walked towards the sound, finding him sitting on the floor as he was leaning against the bed. His arms were placed on his knees defeatedly, before you noticed the tears streaming down his face as he didn’t dare to glance at you.
‘’Seonghwa’’ You whispered once again, afraid the scare him as you slowly got closer to him. He looked up at you with red, puffy eyes, as if he’d been crying for the past hour. You dropped down next to him, taking his face in your hands as you wiped away the tears. ‘’Are you okay?’’
‘’It rained when she- when she..’’ He didn’t finish the sentence, more tears falling from his eyes as he sobbed. ‘’She died when it rained, Y/n’’
Your heart broke at the view, pulling him close to you as he sobbed into your hoodie, his hands holding you so tight you almost couldn’t breathe.
“It’s okay, I’m here, It’s okay’’ You chanted, scared of the way he held onto you as if you would leave.
‘’It was my fault’’ He sobbed, making tears form in your own eyes, before you started stroking his head softly to comfort him. ‘’I killed her, it was my fault she died’’
‘’Shh Seonghwa, don’t say that’’
You felt your heart break, figuring out he wasn’t as tough as he seemed to be.
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✩Intro
✩ paring: celestial!Seonghwa x f!reader
✩ genre: Hwa moon au, fluff, romance, strangers to lovers
✩ summery: At the end of the day, all she has is books, music, and her letters to the moon. Someday, someone will bring the moon down for her in the shape of their love. . . .who knew it would've been the moon himself.
✩ warnings: cheesy romance, suggestive, mentions of loss (mc lost a family member and talks about it), sad themes
✩ wordcount: 316
✩ taglist: @justaaveragereader, @marievllr-abg, @owls-and-stars, @hwaightme, @layzfeelit, @bae4choi
✩ a/n: Taglist is open! Just shoot me an ask! Or feel free to ask in the comments!!💚 The intro is here! YAY! Was over excited and decided to post it a day early!! Thank you so much for your interest in this series!🥹 It really brings me joy! It has also made me want to write more💚💚 Also did you know that there will be 13 full moons in 2023!!
Life continues to throw its hardest battles your way. A college student fighting day by day to just keep going. The only thing constant in your life would be the letters you wrote. It was a form of therapy to you, writing letters about how you are feeling. But you always addressed your letters to the moon. It was always there when you wrote so you started writing to the moon.
You loved the moon. It was there for you every single night. Right outside your window, keeping you company as you wrote or even spoke to the moon. The moon was your constant. And that's why you loved the moon. What you didn't know was the moon loved you too. The more you wrote your memories, emotions, your soul to him, the more he filled night sky with stars. You were his constant too. Hopelessly in search for your heart to be heard. He listened every night. Listened to the ache of your soul to the beauty that was being shadowed by the trials and tribulations you endured.
And as he faded in the sky when the sun rose, he'd still silently watch over you. He watched as you worked hard in your classes, saw how your kindness only grew, slowly but never diminishing. He yearned to belong with you and save you from the bad luck life dealt you. Using the wishes from every star in the sky he would be able to be with you, but he knew humans were fickle, having a once celestial being thrown into one’s life would be too much for you. So, for several nights till the next full moon, from his own moonlight, he will appear. But in life nothing comes for free, even for a celestial being, and from his selfish wants he'll become human, but to him that is no punishment if that means he will get to spend his human years with you.
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✩ a/n: SoooOoo what we thinking!?🤔🤭 Hwa falling in love with mc from her just simply writing letters/talking to him, and mc doesn't even know it is happening too👀 Hmm I wonder what's going to happen!?😗
@matcha-green-bear / / do not repost or modify
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But I Still Won
Drabble series
D.5 {serieslist}
Pairing: idol!seonghwa×photographer!reader(jihyun) (Jihyun is an imaginary person. I am not shipping anybody here. I just like this name.)
Genre: smut, fluff, angst.
Summary: she didn't expect to get fucked by
her idol... Well, it still happened.
Warnings: unprotected sex (Hongjoong will hit you with a rod if you don't have protected sex), cumming inside.
Note: poll for the next part is given at the end. Also, I changed this part a little bit. I'm sorry about that 😔
PIz, do vote.
Word count: 570
Masterpost
*DO NOT REPOST, PLS*
I need help, that’s what Jihyun thought, "Harder, please," Jihyun moaned when Seonghwa gave a hard thrust into her squelching pussy. "There!"
"So good. I love your pussy so much, fuck!" His deep moans made her leak like a faucet. "Such a little slut for me."
“Hmyeahhh,” she choked out.
“Fuck! I can never forget this pussy. So good,” he grabbed her hair and pulled her off the studio table.
Everything was scattered around– the pens, papers, his keys, his wallet– the table. His pants were thrown away and her skirt was hiked up, boobs hanging out of her blouse. They were in intense pleasure.
You might wonder how they ended up here, right? Well…
“So Jihyun, you have an option between Seonghwa and San. Pick one and you have to work with them. It's gonna be a documentary of their day-to-day life. So that means you need to spend a few days, day and night,” The head videographer informed.
The whole ATEEZ group was there in the meeting hall along with other staff members. Although they assigned the members themselves. But this time, to make the newbies comfortable, they gave them reliable options.
Jihyun was tensed. She knew that going with Seonghwa would be problematic. He was a horny man who couldn't think straight when around anyone with a pussy.
So without other thought, “I think I would like to work with San,” she awkwardly said.
Later on, after the meeting when Jihyun was about to leave, Seonghwa pulled her with him. His face was angry, his nose flaring, and the nerves in his eyes were popping out.
He shoved her into his studio, “why the hell are you so stupid!?” he exclaimed.
“What!?” she snapped.
“Why the fuck did you say San? I was right there,” he threw his arms up and smacked his thighs.
“I didn't want to work with you!”
“Well get used to it because now you work here… And you will work with me and I'll make sure of it.”
They both looked into each other's eyes intensely. Their chests heaving up and down from anger. And in the blink of an eye, she was splayed on the table.
“Fuck, that was awesome,” Seonghwa took a deep breath, still inside of her. He was laying on her while she was bent over the table. “I swear I can do anything to keep this thing with me,” he moved up and removed himself from her. The trail of cum leaked out of her.
Jihyun collected her blurred mind and took some tissues that were on the table at the far end and wiped her bottom. She tucked her boobs in and fixed her outfit. Everything was crashing down now. She wasn't supposed to be here like this with his cum inside her.
As she was about to leave, Seonghwa called her.
“Listen, I'll talk to the head and make you work with me. There is no way that I'll let that pussy go away from me,” his eyes seemed like they were dead. How could someone be so lust-eaten? She couldn't understand why he was like this.
She sighed and left. While walking back to her car, she reminisced about what Seonghwa said. “I swear I can do anything to keep this thing with me,” he thought of her as a thing. He just needed a good pussy and nothing else.
“What have I done!?”
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Sanaa’s note:
Hii, how are you all? Hope you are fine!💓
The behaviour of all the characters is visualized.
Taglist:
@veneziamadness @cheline @sansmilkbread @jayb17 @constantlydelulusional ; @jhmylove ; @nanibecute
*lemme know if you wanna be added to the permanent or specific taglist*
*original pictures are not mine, I just edited them*
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Link to the new poll:
Have a nice day/night💓
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this seonghwa series i'm working on is literal brimstone & fire. i've been so obsessed w. perfecting it, that i ended up deleting all 5 chapters i already wrote bc i kept finding inconsistencies where there were none before. worse, i overthought myself into a writer's block.
but no worries, the new ideas i came up w. are way better than whatever the fuck i conjured up at first. we're gonna see this series through. my mind is yet to fail me. ♡
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saw someone on tiktok say that the idol radio performance outfits make Ateez look like angels...
NOT MY BRAIN SUDDENLY THINKING OF AN OT8 x READER ANGEL SERIES ASDFGHJKL
#scarlet talks 🥀#i swear#there are too many ideas in my head now#seonghwa series#hongjoong series#ot8 series
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love you in slow motion (psh) | mini series masterlist
♡ main masterlist ♡
—summary: seonghwa will go through hell and back for you, as long as he can continue to see that smile on your face. because to him, that smile feels like a rainbow after the rain, the warmth of the sun on a winter day. because to him, you’re more than just his bestfriend—you’re love. even though everyone seems to see that except you.
—pairing: park seonghwa x f!reader
—genre: (18+ - minors dni) bestfriends to lovers | fluff, angst, smut
—general warnings: cussing, mature language/implied sexual content, unprotected/protected sex, alcohol consumption, bar/club scenes, insecurity, jealousy - additional warnings will be posted for each chapter.
—release: april 20, 2024
♡ spotify playlist ♡
one: pichu
two: tbd
three: tbd
four: tbd
five: tbd
six: tbd
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AND IT'S SNOWING... - A WINTER FIC FEST
brought to you by bee (@atzfilm) and caly (@hongism)
tis the season for fics that have absolutely nothing to do with christmas and everything to do with other tomfoolery! (aka we spent an hour and a half trying to figure out how to make our concepts be christmas-themed just to forgo the idea of christmas altogether...) from aliens to fae to the ex-turned-sugar-daddy, tune in this winter season for shenanigans... and it's snowing! ❄
all fics are rated m and not intended for underage audiences. please heed individual warnings attributed to each work.
WINTER BLOSSOM
written by atzfilm
pairing: k.yeosang x reader
genre: alien au, secret relationship
summary: earth abandoned centuries ago, you travel the cosmos alone. you land on a smaller planet, meeting an exiled dweller that calls himself yeosang.
WHAT LIES BENEATH US
written by hongism
pairing: c.san x reader
genre: college au, established relationship
summary: one busy semester is all it took for you and san to find yourselves struggling to find footing in the storm that is your relationship, yet rather than let go, he asked for one more week, one more day, one last chance to help get you back to shore
APRICITY
written by atzfilm
pairing: c.jongho x reader
genre: faeries au, enemies to lovers
summary: with your kingdoms having been at war for centuries, it's only fitting that you would be kidnapped and locked in the room with your sworn enemy – choi jongho.
SWEET JUICE
written by hongism
pairing: s.mingi x reader
genre: witches/warlocks au, strangers to lovers
summary: the new apothecary in your small village is harboring a dark secret, you're certain of it, if only because he bears a starkly familiar crest on his shop sign - one that denotes the presence of magic.
LOVERS IN THE NIGHT
written by atzfilm
pairing: j.yunho x reader
genre: sugar daddy au, exes to lovers
summary: just out of your college with a freshly printed degree, you set out for a job that would fit your somewhat high standards. after a brief scroll through a sugar daddy website and a meeting set-up, you sit across from the one man you didn't expect to see — jeong yunho, your ex-boyfriend and apparently, a millionaire looking for someone to spoil.
SILLAGE
written by hongism
pairing: k.hongjoong x reader
genre: royalty au, first love
summary: sillage — the scent that lingers in air, the trail left in water, the impression made in space after something or someone has been and gone; the trace of someone's perfume — it hardly takes much to fall
SEASONS
written by atzfilm
pairing: p.seonghwa x reader
genre: blind date au, friends to lovers
summary: after failing over and over on every date you've gone on, your friends finally resort to setting you up on a blind date in the hopes of making things go right.
AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES
written by hongism
pairing: j.wooyoung x reader
genre: roommates au, fake dating
summary: you imagine that you've cut yourself a rather decent deal in bagging jung wooyoung as your roommate, and yet, things that seem a little too good to be true have a way of cracking at the seems all too easily.
fics created and written by atzfilm and hongism, 2023. all rights belong to owners. do not copy, emulate, translate, or alter the works in any fashion without permission.
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❥ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ʀɪɢʜᴛ [ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ]
ヾ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ : ᴄᴇᴏ! ᴘᴀʀᴋ ꜱᴇᴏɴɢʜᴡᴀ x ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛᴀʀʏ! ꜰ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
ヾɢᴇɴʀᴇ : ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛᴀʀʏ ᴋɪᴍ ᴀᴜ, ᴏꜰꜰɪᴄᴇ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ.
ヾᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ : ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ, ꜱᴍᴜᴛ ᴇᴛᴄ.
ヾᴅɪꜱᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ : ᴀʟᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴀ "ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛᴀʀʏ ᴋɪᴍ" ᴋ-ᴅʀᴀᴍᴀ ᴀᴜ, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇꜱ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏʟɪɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀɪꜱᴛɪᴄꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ.
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[ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴏʀ ꜱᴇɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴀɴ ᴀꜱᴋ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀᴅᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ ]
[ᴊᴏɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴍᴀɴᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ : ʜᴇʀᴇ]
ヾꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ : ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴡᴏʀᴋɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ꜰɪᴇꜱᴛᴀ ᴍᴀᴢᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ'ꜱ ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ɴᴀʀᴄɪꜱꜱɪꜱᴛɪᴄ ᴀʀʀᴏɢᴀɴᴛ ᴄᴇᴏ, ꜰᴏʀ ꜱɪx ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ, ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ. ꜱᴏ, ꜰɪʟɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇꜱɪɢɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ, ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ ᴀ ᴠᴇʀʏ ʙɪɢ ꜱᴜᴄᴄᴇꜱꜱ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴘᴀʀᴋ ꜱᴇᴏɴɢʜᴡᴀ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ. ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ ʜɪᴛ ꜱᴇᴏɴɢʜᴡᴀ ꜱᴏᴏɴᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛ, ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜʀɪᴠᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ.
ヾᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ :
❥ ʜᴡᴀɴɢ ʏ/ɴ, ᴀ 24 ʏᴇᴀʀ ᴏʟᴅ ɢɪʀʟ, ᴡʜᴏ ᴊᴏɪɴᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇᴅ ꜰɪᴇꜱᴛᴀ ᴍᴀᴢᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛᴀʀʏ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴇᴏ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɢᴇ ᴏꜰ 18 ꜱᴏ ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴘᴀʏ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ ᴏʟᴅᴇʀ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ'ꜱ ꜱᴛᴜᴅʏ ʙɪʟʟꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ'ꜱ ᴅᴇʙᴛ. ʙᴜᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ꜱᴜʀᴇʟʏ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀᴘᴘᴏɪɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛᴀʀʏ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴀʀʀᴏɢᴀɴᴛ ᴘᴀʀᴋ ꜱᴇᴏɴɢʜᴡᴀ.
ꜱᴏᴏɴ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ꜱʜᴇ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜᴇʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴘʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴄɪɴɢ ᴅᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛᴀʀʏ ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ, ʙᴜᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴅɪꜱᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ꜱʟᴏᴡʟʏ ʙɪᴛ ʙʏ ʙɪᴛ. ʟɪᴋᴇʟʏ ꜱᴀɪᴅ, ʜᴇʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇʟʏ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴅᴇᴅɪᴄᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ɴᴏ ꜱɪɢɴ ᴏꜰ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ ʟɪꜰᴇ. ʙᴜᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ꜱʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄɪɴɢ ʜᴏᴡ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴍɪᴛᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴀ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ ʙᴏᴏᴋꜱ, ꜱʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇꜱ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛꜱ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ.
❥ ᴘᴀʀᴋ ꜱᴇᴏɴɢʜᴡᴀ, ꜰᴀᴍᴏᴜꜱʟʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʙɪɢ ʙʀᴀɪɴ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴋ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴀʀʀᴏɢᴀɴᴛ, ɴᴀʀᴄɪꜱꜱɪꜱᴛɪᴄ, ꜱᴇʟꜰ-ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱᴇᴅ ʙᴀꜱᴛᴀʀᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴄᴇᴏ ᴏꜰ ꜰɪᴇꜱᴛᴀ ᴍᴀᴢᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ'ꜱ ʜᴇʟᴘ, ꜱᴏᴏɴ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ ʟᴏꜱɪɴɢ ʜɪꜱ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀᴄᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜɪꜱ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛᴀʀʏ ᴏꜰ ꜱɪx ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜱɪɢɴ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ʀᴇꜱɪɢɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ.
ᴏɴᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠᴇꜱ ᴀ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴ ᴏꜰꜰᴇɴꜱɪᴠᴇ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴀɢᴇꜱ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜɪꜱ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛᴀʀʏ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜɪꜱ ᴊᴇʀᴋʏ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏʀ, ʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ɢɪᴠᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴅᴀʏꜱ ꜱʜᴇ ᴅᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ᴛʀᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ʀᴇᴘʟᴀᴄᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ʜᴇ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ ꜰᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ɢɪʀʟ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇꜱꜱ? ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ʜᴇ ꜰɪɴᴅꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ʜᴇʀ?
❥ ᴘʀᴏʟᴏɢᴜᴇ : ᴛʜᴇ [ᴜɴ]ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ
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❥ 2.00 — » "𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠"
❥ 3.00 — » "Qᴜɪᴛ?!"
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love is gone (part 2)
word count: 17k
angst, fluff (tw: mentions of blood, death, survivors guilt, panic attacks)
(part 1) (series masterlist)
his junior year only started three weeks ago and seonghwa was already completely fucking over it.
between his five classes, obnoxious upstairs neighbor and the physics class that’s already the bane of his existence, he’s ready for his second to last year of college to be over.
“or maybe you’re just like a major fucking bitch,” wooyoung says, always the first to open his mouth and say some stupid shit. “we literally just started. how could you already be done?”
seonghwa throws a dirty look his friend’s way, kicking him under the table with enough force to make him wince (although, admittedly, it doesn’t take much).
wooyoung was the first person seonghwa met when he started here two years ago, walking into his nightmare of a quad living situation to see the boy laid out on the top bunk.
“not to agree with our angsty counterpart but i’m with him,” yunho mutters, a box of unopened cigarettes dangling between his fingers. “this already feels like it’s gonna be the longest year yet.”
yunho was probably the most bearable to live with during those first two years: neat, quiet, and a mutual preference to have his living environment be a place of tranquility, not the havoc wooyoung and hongjoong crave to bring.
“you guys are such pessimists, what the fuck,” the latter groans, bumping his elbow into seonghwa who stares at him blankly.
“can you stop your shakespearean talk for like one second, hongjoong? this is serious.”
“i’m trying to be on your side, wooyoung, you damn idiot.”
“are you saying the word pessimists is shakespearean?” yunho asks, their banter never failing to give seonghwa a giant fucking headache. “because you couldn’t be more embarrassingly-”
“hi boys!”
seonghwa’s headache grows tenfold when he hears her voice, the girl he also made the mistake of befriending his first year of college - that is, if befriending meant banging with no strings attached while forming an obvious disinterest otherwise that hana, herself, just didn’t seem to catch on to.
she somehow weaseled her way into the friend group enough to always be around and no one question it; the guys only liked her because of her seemingly endless supply of hot friends.
except, of course, wooyoung. wooyoung always made his feelings about her incredibly obvious.
“so there i was, just trying to sit back and relax and enjoy my afternoon break... when all of the sudden, i hear this agitating, grating voice that makes me wanna-”
“go fuck yourself, wooyoung.”
“oh hana! hello! when did you get here?”
seonghwa bites back a laugh as the others burst into deep chuckles, his gaze meeting hana’s who’s looking at him like he saved the world.
he doesn’t know why she looks at him like that. he hasn’t done anything to warrant such a soft, infatuated look of admiration.
“hi, seonghwa.”
“hey.”
he watches as she grabs a chair from the table behind them, dragging it against the floor nosily before wedging it in between him and hongjoong; the man meets his unamused gaze with a smirk.
“oh. great,” wooyoung says flatly. “you’ve joined us.”
“is literally anyone talking to you?”
“i can tell you who literally doesn’t wanna talk to you. his name starts with seong and ends with-”
“anyways!” hongjoong begins, tone light and playful before the real fights can start. “what class does everyone have next? how are we all feeling about them? maybe we should all just skip and go to happy hour.”
“that sounds like a great idea, hongjoong.”
“i’m chopped full of them, yunho.”
seonghwa resists the constant urge to roll his eyes as he looks around the cafeteria, anything to avoid making eye contact with hana.
he can feel her intrusive stare on him, can feel her inching closer and closer the more he ignores her; he hates being fucking stared at.
his gaze wanders around so he doesn’t turn to her and say something he’ll regret.
something that’ll leave him without someone to call when his sexual frustration hits an all time high and his hand just doesn’t do it for him anymore.
that’s when his eyes land on you, a smirk pulling at his lips because he’s sure if you weren’t nose deep in your textbook, if you weren’t so concentrated with your tooth in your lip and brows furrowed the way you always seem to be, you’d be staring at him too.
“y/n, you’ve been doing homework for three weeks straight already,” yunjin whines, “we’re supposed to be having fun!”
it only takes you peering up at her for a mere second for her smile to falter, mouth pulling into a pout as she smacks her hands on the table in defeat.
“i know, i know, ‘i’m not here to have fun’,” she mimics, the awful impersonation of your voice causing you to bite back a smile. “but like... you need a break sometimes!”
“who says?”
“i says!” yunjin declares, her eyes lighting up when she sees mingi making his way toward the table. “mingi says!”
“mingi says what?” he asks, his tall, lanky body plopping down beside you.
“wouldn’t you agree that y/n needs a break sometimes?” yunjin asks, her voice, you’re convinced, just a long, permanent whine. “don’t you think she can spare, i don’t know, a measly one hour break to gossip with us? and you have to eat too, y/n! i swear i never see you eat.”
“she won’t spare it for you,” mingi says, throwing a wink your way as you watch with a blank expression. “but she’ll spare it for me. she likes me more.”
“like fuck she does!”
“do you just choose to be ignorant or are you actually that delusional?”
you’re happy when you’re all together like this because it usually goes as such: they’re so involved in arguing about you - who you like more, who you will end up being besties with, who you would save first if the dorm burst into flames - that they forget you’re here.
you still get the (not so) secret amusement and joy out of being with them while also focusing on your studies and completing all the work you need to as you easily block them out.
you have physics next and it’s proved to be your toughest class so far; with the first extra credit homework due today, you’re reviewing it like a madwoman.
“oh, not that shit again, yunjin!” you hear mingi groan, not sure how long they’ve been arguing about this. “i’m telling you with absolute certainty that if the building burst into flames, she would save me. no questions asked.”
“no way! i’m with her way more! we already have a bond and rapport established!”
“oh? you mean the rapport of you talking her fucking ear off and her ignoring you with her face in a textbook?”
“i’m still here you guys,” you mumble quietly, checking over your answers with a calculator.
“i mean, face it yunjin,” mingi scoffs, “she’d rather read textbooks and study than talk to you!”
“that’s because she’s ambitious! and cares about school!” the girl says, knowing from the tone of her voice that her eyes are probably narrowed and seething. “that’s something you just wouldn’t understand!”
“why? because i’m a liberal arts major, you rude fuck?”
“no! because you’re a freakin’ stupid idiot!”
“wow, you couldn’t think of anything better? where are all your fancy journalism words from your fancy journalism-”
“i think i wanna go to a party tonight.”
“what?!”
“what?!”
it’s one of those beautifully rare occasions where your lips pull into a teasing smile and you giggle, yunjin’s groan and mingi’s loud, booming laughter filling the cafeteria.
“oh, that was so not fair, y/n!”
you peak up at her to see a pitiful frown on her face, rolling your eyes as you finish typing in your last equation.
“i’m almost done with this,” you tell her, already knowing these answers are correct; you’ve done this four times over.
“thank god! mingi, get her food.”
“i don’t know why i always have to-”
“get her food!”
you peer over at him, something about the glint in your eye causing him to stand up with a sigh.
“thank you, mingi,” you say softly, the tall boy only nodding his head knowingly.
“yeah, yeah, you just better save me, y/n.”
a small smile appears on your face as you look back down at the paper, a rare moment of silence for twenty seconds before you’re finished with the last question.
you look up to see yunjin’s watchful eyes on you.
“what?”
“nothing,” she says, shaking her head as a small smile pulls at her lips.
your brow quirks and you don’t believe for a second she’s telling you the truth.
you believe that yunjin is just as happy and bubbly as she appears to be, it’d be hard to fake her level of pure enthusiasm, but you also know she’s a lot more insightful than she lets on.
every so often, after memories plague your mind or your lost in the worst parts of your brain, you’ll catch her looking at you with a certain type of look in her eye.
like she’s somehow able to read your mind or can innately tell there’s something going on with you; for the three weeks you’ve been living at school, you’ve had nightmares almost half of those nights.
they don’t always wake you in a panic, most times they don’t wake you at all, but when they do, you almost always sneak outside.
last night was one of those nights.
where you had to feel the cold air on your skin, be surrounded by the solace and silence of the outdoors at 2 am. she’s always asleep when you sneak back in so you figured there’s been no reason to tell her.
no reason until now.
“did you leave the dorm last night?”
she blurts out the question almost like she didn’t mean to ask it. like she’d been debating it in her head before, finally, an uncontrollable part of her took over.
you’re not scared to tell her but for some reason, your stomach still drops.
“i did for a little bit, yeah.”
it’s short but honest. you usually only need to be outside for twenty minutes.
“oh. okay, i thought so,” she says, probably one of the first times you’ve seen a twinge of real awkwardness to her.
“i’m sorry if i woke you,” you say, trying to gauge exactly why she brought it up. it has to be for a reason.
“oh, no no! it’s fine. you didn’t,” yunjin says, quickly going into panic mode as she shakes her head. “i just- i wanted to say i’m sorry if i did anything to wake you. or annoy you,” she continues.
“i used to sleep talk when i was younger, my parents would tell me all the time so i just wanted to make sure that wasn’t coming back. it’d probably be super embarrassing but probably not any more embarrassing than the stuff i normally say. i also hope i didn’t-”
“you didn’t do anything, yunjin. it’s okay,” you say softly, the reassuring smile on your face uncontrollable, just like her nervous babbling.
your eyes search the cafeteria and you know it’s not the right time nor place to tell her the full truth yet. or, at least, the full enough truth that you feel comfortable sharing right now.
“i just don’t sleep well sometimes.”
you can see she’s still processing your words, lips pressed together like she wants to say (or ask) something before she decides against it; her mouth opens a few seconds later before two trays smack down on the table.
“food for y/n. food for me,” mingi says, neck craning over to yunjin. “you, however, can eat shit.”
and just like that, the rage and annoyance is back on your roommate’s face.
“what?” she squeaks, voice so loud, you’re sure everyone around you can hear. “are you actually serious right now?”
“what? you didn’t ask for anything.”
“and i didn’t ask for you to follow me to college!”
“oh, get over yourself. you know damn well that you wouldn’t have...“
you take your wrap and water bottle with an unheard “thank you,” watching in silent amusement as yunjin and mingi argue.
your eyes look around the cafeteria again as you eat your food, traveling from table to table curiously.
you’re fascinated by people watching and the things you start to notice while doing so - subtle facial expressions and interactions that many would miss otherwise.
the people in a friend group who share a glance when someone says something distasteful.
the couple who are trying to remain private holding hands under the table.
the girl who quickly hides her frown by laughing at a comment made at her expense.
it’s all small things, quick and fleeting, but it’s what makes people watching so interesting - this was not to be confused with staring, a term you’re still trying not to have a visceral reaction to.
your body bubbles up with all the anger and embarrassment it did the first day it happened. when that asshole called you out and then exchanged words with you after class.
you at least felt relieved to say during these past few weeks, you haven’t noticed or talked to the brooding asshole again; even though you were in that room three days a week, one of them being a lab portion, you were able to avoid him.
you’re always the first to get there and the last to leave, head down or focused on your notebook for all of it.
the girl with headphones ended up being your lab partner and you find comfort in the fact that she’s like you - quiet, diligent and an expert in minding her own business.
a loud, girlish screech followed by a deep boom of laughter causes your gaze to shift toward the sound.
you watch as a pretty girl with long hair pushes her chair back and storms away from the table, the four surrounding men seemingly unbothered by her exit.
if anything, they seem a little relieved.
the one who’s standing and still laughing has dark, floppy hair, his face all too amused and pleased. you can tell the guy sitting next to him is tall, probably as tall or taller than mingi, with broad shoulders that rival his as well.
you can’t see the face of the man with long blonde hair but you can tell he’s laughing too, his smaller shoulders shaking frantically as he smacks the person next to him.
it’s that last person who immediately fills you with an all too familiar annoyance and distaste, the signature black outfit, undercut, and obnoxiously perfect side profile recognizable from a mile away.
park seonghwa, you recall.
you hear his stupid name called three days a week followed by his deeply mumbled “here,” as if he’s not forcing his voice three octaves lower.
you know you shouldn’t dislike a stranger so much, even if he did publicly humiliate you, but you just can’t help it.
his arrogance is obvious, written all over his chiseled face; but what’s even more obvious, what bothers you the most about him, is his complete and utter disinterest in everything.
school, his peers, being on time to class - you’re beyond grateful you just weren’t his lab partner because you’re sure he does absolutely nothing.
will just mooch off the people who do all the hard work and actually put effort in and-
“y/n, holy shit,” yunjin suddenly says, the pissed off look on your face like one she’s never seen from you before. “who the heck are you looking at like that?”
“yo hana, you better watch out,” wooyoung says, not so quietly whispering over the table. “looks like someone’s caught your boy’s eye.”
“what?” she snaps, high pitched tone causing the ball buster himself to wince. “like seriously, wooyoung, what are you ever talking about?“
bullshit or not, saying it to get under her skin or not, it doesn’t stop the girl from whipping her head to the side (wooyoung’s surprised she doesn’t snap her neck) to see seonghwa looking over at a table across the room.
she follows his gaze to a group of three: a tall man laughing, a purple-haired sneering girl and one focused down on her work.
“seonghwa,” she calls softly, his name falling on deaf ears.
ever since that first day of physics, when he was feeling just a little pissed off because he woke up and the sky was blue so he had to take it out on you, you two haven’t spoken.
in fact, it seems like you do everything in your power to not look at him or anyone else.
he doesn’t know why he singled you out, he knows everyone was looking at the asshole who came in late that day, but he was pleased he did. there was a fire in your eyes that he found incredibly amusing.
it’s obvious you’re a teachers pet, which he thinks is pathetically annoying. you’re always there before him, always sat right in the front row and almost make it a point to be the last one leaving.
like the professor really gives a fuck that you’re asking questions seonghwa’s positive you already know the answers too.
and don’t get him started on how often you raise your fucking hand, always one of the first to answer a question or help a fellow peer or-
“hwa?”
that grabs his attention a little too well, his cold gaze moving away from you and onto the girl beside him.
“i’ve told you not to call me that.”
“what do you mean, hwa?” hana asks, that whine she uses to try and be cute never succeeding. “i always call you that.”
“yeah and i never like it,” seonghwa mumbles lowly, his former roommate, of course, catching his words.
“oh hwa-ey, you say the funniest things,” wooyoung says dreamily, love-filled eyes of admiration making hwa-ey’s lips quirk in amusement; but just as quick as seonghwa’s smile threatened to surface, so did wooyoung’s change in conversation.
“for real though, who did you see?” wooyoung asks, nosy to an absolute fault. “looked like you’d rather take hana on an actual date than talk to them.”
“don’t you have parents to disappoint? go fail another three classes, asshole.”
“it was actually only one, hana, but the same can't be said about your amount of std scares. go tell your parents that.”
seonghwa throws them both a look that he knows won’t do much - he’s never met two people who hate each other as much as wooyoung and hana hate each other.
and it’s not even the sexual tension, enemies to lovers, we’ve-been-arguing-this-whole-time-because-we-wanna-kiss type hate. it’s pure, genuine, unfiltered hate.
ever since the moment they met each other.
“no one,” seonghwa says, hoping to break the tension with the story he personally finds hysterical. “just some random chick in my physics class.”
“she hot?”
“you have eyes, don’t you?” hana snaps, wooyoung throwing her a mischievous look. “obviously she’s not hot.”
“hotter than you.”
“hot? where? who’s hot?” hongjoong asks, yunho snorting into his hand but also peering around like a nosy pervert.
“you guys are so disgusting.”
“wait till you find out we only keep you around for your hot friends.”
“you know what, wooyoung!” hana screeches, getting up from the table and slamming her hands down. “go fuck yourself. you never know when to shut your annoying ass mouth, do you?”
and there it is. the blow up.
it’s usually a good 50/50 the amount of times the other will blow up after one horribly disrespectful comment after another - the last time she got wooyoung, they refused to be around each other for a month.
“whoa, i’ve never seen your face get so red. what nerve did i hit this time, hana? have you been sensing that’s why you’re still around?”
seonghwa avoids any and all eye contact with her, no longer getting in the middle of their fights - he’s told her a million times not to interact with him, and vice versa, but the hate is just too strong.
they can never just stop, no matter what or who says anything.
seonghwa knows she’s even more pissed when she doesn’t storm away immediately, waiting a few seconds for him to jump to her defense.
wooyoung’s laughter only gets louder the more the silence prolongs, hana stomping away with frustrated sighs.
“wow, woo, what the fuck is wrong with you,” hongjoong groans, seonghwa thinking he’s about to defend hana until he continues talking. “you might’ve just messed up our chances of getting with her friends.”
seonghwa can’t stop the snort that leaves him, wooyoung still laughing his ass off in victory while yunho shakes his head at the whole situation.
“you guys are fucked up.”
“oh please,” wooyoung says, sobering for a moment to knock yunho’s foot under the table. “if hana had hot guy friends, you’d be saying the same shit.”
the few moments of relapsed silence tells them all, as painful as it is to admit it, wooyoung may be right.
“anyway!” yunho says, wooyoung throwing him a knowing smirk. “who’s the physics girl? the new hana perhaps?”
“fuck no,” seonghwa scoffs, not being able to keep the animosity out of his tone; it makes the three men snort in amusement.
“oh? what’s wrong with her?” wooyoung asks, his gaze looking over to the table. “wait, is it the one with purple hair?”
“no. other one,” seonghwa mumbles lowly, any time he looks over swearing the other girl’s mouth has never stopped going. “physics girl only talks if she’s being a complete fucking kiss ass. for real the most obnoxious shit ever.”
“she sit in the front?”
“and answers every question.”
“ew.”
seonghwa nods in agreement, rolling his eyes when he sees he has to be there in twenty minutes.
“still though. she’s not ugly. neither of them are,” wooyoung says, knocking seonghwa’s shit stomping boots under the table. “maybe she’d be a good hana replacement. dibs on purple hair, hongjoong.”
“that girl wouldn’t look your way twice.”
“wanna bet?”
it would be those words that eventually came back to haunt seonghwa in the coming months.
he didn’t give them a second thought then - after all, it was originally meant for wooyoung and his and hongjoong’s childish way.
but, of course, when hana and wooyoung's fucking rivalry gets thrown back into the mix later that day, the stakes get turned on him in the most damaging, humbling way possible.
if there was never an extra credit homework assignment, if the professor just gave quizzes or more opportunities for grades, maybe it would’ve never happened in the first place.
he would’ve never gotten frustrated and felt the need to talk shit about you. would’ve never given his friends a way in to see something about you intrigued him (although negatively).
or, maybe, seonghwa just shouldn’t have been so fucking stupid.
twenty five minutes later, seonghwa made his way to class and it went the same way it always did: he was late, you stayed focused on your work, he dozed off only to wake to your annoying fucking voice answering a question.
he was relieved when the professor said he was letting out a glorious twenty minutes early, about to get up and haul ass right out of class when, like fucking clockwork, your soft but obnoxious voice filled the room.
“i have the extra credit homework,” you said, hand half raised and irritation quickly flaring through seonghwa.
he could tell the kid next to him was just as annoyed, letting out a groan because, like a normal person, he didn’t do it either.
who actually does the fucking extra credit?
“oh, y/n, thank you for reminding me, i almost forgot,” the man chuckled, his smile bright and cheery on his studious scholar.
“whoever did the first extra credit homework can pass it to me on their way out!”
seonghwa didn’t care about the extra points, he wouldn’t need them when the two test grades came in, it was just how irritating you were about it.
how insistent you were on proving that you were the best student this college has ever seen.
and then how, when you weren’t being a show off, answering every question the moment it leaves the old asshole’s mouth, you were completely closed off. standoffish and avoidant, like you’re too good to talk to people who aren’t as smart and brilliant as you.
he’s petty and waits until you stand up to make his way out when class is officially dismissed, breezing past you and knocking your arm lightly.
he must’ve surprised you because you stammer the same way you did the last time you bumped into each other (except, that time, it was actually by accident).
seonghwa doesn’t say a word but neither do you at first, the boy getting a few feet ahead of you before he hears you mumble-
“asshole! you’re a fucking asshole, wooyoung! you get in the way of me and hwa all the time!”
it’s the first thing seonghwa walks into when he’s back at the cafeteria table, everyone deciding to meet back there before going to the off-campus bar; how hana knew of this plan, he doesn’t know.
he once thought she had bugged his phone or car.
“stop calling him that, you freak!” wooyoung says, seonghwa’s lips quirking in amusement. “he told you he doesn’t like it.”
“you don’t know or care about what he likes.”
“oh no? did you not get the memo that i’m one of his-”
“both of you. stop,” seonghwa says, the defeat heavy in his tone as he sits down. “if we could just sit in silence for the next ten minutes, i’d appreciate it.”
“did something happen?” hana asks, her hand immediately resting on his arm, eyes full of concern.
it freaks him out how quick she is to take care of him. like if she sees anything bad enough, she herself would try to do anything she can to fix it.
he won’t lie and say he didn’t like it at first - her attention, the way she looked at him, what she did for and to him because of those feelings she had - but he never liked her.
as big a dick as that makes him seem, the feelings aren’t mutual (and he has a feeling hana knows that too).
but does that stop them from sleeping together every few weeks?
no.
does he think that if, maybe, he lets that guard he holds so protectively around himself down, he’ll maybe start to like her?
also no.
hana’s not the type of girl he sees himself with - she hangs on his every word, like she needs him to breathe and live her life to the fullest.
that annoys him as much as it terrifies him.
there’s no fight or banter, no drive behind her that isn’t just making him happy or pleasing him; truly, he’s the last person in the world who deserves that sort of treatment.
he wants someone who doesn’t need him.
“yeah, hwa-ey, did something happen?” wooyoung asks with a pout, seonghwa rolling his eyes.
“no,” he growls lowly, annoyance only growing because of them.
hana will drop it because that’s what he obviously wants - wooyoung is not as gracious.
seonghwa watches as the boy’s face pulls into one of curiosity, a few treasured moments of silence before it’s like a lightbulb goes off in his nosy little head.
“wait a damn minute, you just had physics! did that girl do something? she must’ve!”
“what girl? the ugly nerd from before?”
“her and her friend are literally hotter than you but okay.
“you’re actually delusional if you think that!”
“do you two ever stop,” seonghwa groans, his words either too low or being ignored; he’s sure it’s the latter and he’s sure the last thing he wants to talk about right now is you.
“the only delusional one here is you,” wooyoung says, never knowing when to shut his mouth. never knowing when his nonsensical, weird jokes are gonna start a fucking shit storm. “your precious hwa would take her on a date in a second.”
“ugh see, you literally don’t know him at all!” hana scoffs, with all the smugness and confidence in the world. “seonghwa doesn’t date. never has, never will.”
“yeah because he hadn’t met...”
seonghwa only stares at him blankly, not one part of him wanting to utter your name nor have wooyoung know it.
“name? what’s physics girls name?”
“i don’t know.”
“bullshit!”
“if you think we’re having this conversation right now, maybe you really are-”
“y/n.”
all three snap their heads to see hongjoong and yunho standing there with devious smirks on their faces. seonghwa lets out a long, disappointed sigh, wooyoung smiling deviously at a pissed off hana.
how did they even find that out?
“y/n,” wooyoung says happily, “seonghwa doesn’t date because he hadn’t met y/n yet. but now, he has and everything will change. everything will-”
“he would never want that bitch!”
“and how do you know?” wooyoung counters. “you know nothing about her, and, evidently, nothing about your precious hwa either. he’d take her on a date if it meant banging her after.”
“oh please, he would never have sex with her.”
seonghwa couldn’t care less about this stupid conversation.
these two always have a habit of fighting about him, right in front of him, like a pair of idiots who leave him more annoyed than when he came; the conversation is so uninteresting, he almost wishes he-
“would never? or could never?”
it’s hongjoong’s voice or, more so, the challenging tone behind it that catches his attention. causes his dark eyes to narrow and brows to furrow ever so slightly.
“what’s that supposed to mean?”
you woke to the sensation of two distinct things: a pleasant calm, the type you get when you sleep dreamlessly, feeling well rested in a way you usually don’t, and the intrusive feeling of being watched.
it’s an unsettling feeling, barely even conscious but just knowing you’re being stared at.
you peek over to see yunjin looking at you from her bed, sitting criss-crossed before her lips pull into a guilty smile. her pale cheeks turn pink in embarrassment.
“hi,” she says quietly. “this- this is kind of awkward. i swear i’m not edward cullen watching you sleep... although my skin is pale white and ice cold.”
“but you’re not impossibly fast. or strong,” you mumble, scratchy voice full of sleep although it doesn’t stop a smile from pulling at your lips.
you know you and yunjin are becoming closer and closer every day due to the mere fact you’re not incredibly creeped out by her watching you.
you’ve had friendships before, even had a good group of friends in high school who you’d known since elementary school, but you fell out of touch.
tragic events are when you need your friends the most but, for you, it was opposite - whether that was what you actually needed or what you did in your deep, ugly depression, you’re still not sure.
because they reached out and you ignored them.
they sent you cards and food and little gift baskets but you didn’t even look at them.
they constantly told you, “if you need us, we’re here,” but you only needed one person who wasn’t here anymore.
you apologized once you could bare to live again, and they weren’t angry, but it also wasn’t the same.
you were too different, too empty, too aware of the reminders that your young self at the time wasn’t able to cope with; but now, your friendship with yunjin was progressing faster than any of your previous ones.
she was easy to be around, even though she never shut up.
she made you laugh when you didn’t want to, when you weren’t used to it, and she never ever pushes you although you know she’s curious about you.
about some of the quirks and preferences and late night rendezvous you come to discover about a person when you live with them.
“oh em gee i was hoping you’d get my reference!” she giggles, throwing her head back in laughter. “we have to have a twilight marathon now.”
you smile softly as you nod your head, stretching your arms out.
heavy conversations aren’t typically what you desire first thing in the morning but you feel like it’s warranted right now.
just to get it out of the way, the heavy elephant lingering in the room due to yesterday’s conversation; you wonder if she knows you didn’t leave last night.
“when do you have class today?”
“not till three,” yunjin says excitedly, “how ‘bout you?”
“one,” you say, looking at your phone to see it’s only 9:30 in the morning.
you finished most of the assignments due up until the halfway point of the semester, feeling a little relaxed by that fact but still doing everything in your power to keep up.
another form of extra credit for one of your classes is tutoring, your advanced english course leaving you, even as a freshman, able to do so.
you aren’t starting that until sometime next week so if, maybe, you and yunjin want to have a movie marathon or ‘take a break,’ as she says, you can do that.
maybe.
a very small maybe.
because you still need your evenings to study, go over your notes, outline the bigger assignments due toward the end of the semester, think about what you’re gonna do for-
“y/n,” yunjin says, lost in your thoughts as you’re curled up in bed.
you don’t know when you sat up and rested against the wall, blanket still covering your body as you twiddle your thumbs mindlessly; something about her voice leads you to believe she’s gonna ask.
something about the lifted tone and shaky hesitance in her voice, the way her eyes are watching you like she doesn’t even know what she’s gonna say next.
like she’s surprised she uttered your name to start this conversation in the first place - so you start slow.
“i didn’t wake up last night.”
your words are quiet, brief and cryptic but you can see the recognition cross yunjin’s face. she looks a little embarrassed even, like you’re only saying it because she called you out yesterday.
“oh, really? that’s good,” yunjin smiles, tooth digging into her lip. “can you... can you not sleep through the night often?
“depends if i have a nightmare or not,” you say, knowing you have to just get straight to the point. “they don’t happen every night, but a lot. enough that i felt like i had to tell you, just in case.”
it’s been a steady record of once or twice a week for the past two years - holidays, anniversaries, and generally poor mental health is when you start to see an increase
you can tell by the way yunjin’s eyes widen that she’s surprised you’re sharing, lips parting as if she gasped ever so slightly; she may not have expected you to just blurt that out.
“when i wake up from them, i usually can’t breathe so going outside helps me,” you mumble, feeling weird confessing this to a person who isn’t your dad or old therapist. “i hoped they wouldn’t wake you but i just wanted to let you know so you don’t think i’m like... doing suspicious things or something.”
yunjin giggles despite the seriousness in the room, a soft smile on her face that you can’t help but find reassuring.
“believe me, y/n, that’s the last thing i would think about you,” she says, wanting so badly to jump off the bed and hug you the same way she did upon first meeting you.
yunjin likes to act bubbly and outgoing, mostly because that’s always how she’s been, but she’s also always been able to read people.
sometimes you’re able to look at a person and just see that they’re sad.
there’s just something so deep and haunting in their eyes, she knows that person had to have gone through something - the moment she saw you, she knew that’d be the case.
and then when she caught you not one but two nights escaping out of the room, she didn’t know what to make of it.
it’s none of her business, she acknowledges that, but she couldn’t help but feel curious given her read of you.
“it’s none of my business and you don’t ever have to tell me anything you don’t feel comfortable with,” the girl says softly, her words already assuring you you did the right thing telling her. “but just know that i’m here if you ever need to talk about them. or anything else, for that matter. i know we’ve only known each other for like a month but i’m serious that we’re gonna be besties.”
“what about mingi?” you ask quietly, a smile pulling at your lips as a foreign type of emotion is clogged in your throat.
it’s similiar to when you’re about to cry, overwhelmed by grief and how it randomly sneaks up on you after all this time, but it’s different. like a little bit happier or touched.
you don’t know if you’ve ever cried because you were happy before.
“fuck him,” yunjin blurts out, a giggle bubbling out of your chest. “you’re my roommate so i get superiority. so, for example, if the building bursts into flames...”
“not this again,” you mumble, throwing yourself back into your pillows as you land down with a plop.
you hear yunjin giggle before her small frame hops off the bed, her sock-clad feet hitting the floor before she rushes over.
she looks at the bottom of your bed like she’s waiting for an invite, the two of you having a silent stare down before you tap your feet at the bottom.
“fine.”
“we should order breakfast,” she says, jumping up and landing on your softer mattress without any grace. “and maybe... start our twilight marathon?”
she knows you usually do homework or study before class; even the work you already did, you check two or three times because “you might’ve missed something.”
but this time you look at her with a sigh and she sees the conflict in your eyes, lips pressed together like you wanna say no but there’s also a slight chance.
“don’t you wanna see bella fall on her ass?” yunjin asks with a sigh. “or laugh when edward calls her spider monkey? or carlisle just because he’s the hottest motherfucker that franchise has to offer? or ooh! what about-”
“fine!” you repeat, a smile tugging at your lips when yunjin cheers in victory. you watch as she nearly falls on her face to grab her laptop, rushing back to your bed and diving on it like it’s her own.
“today is such a good day!”
and you agreed, it was - or, at least, it started off as one.
between your morning with twilight and pancakes, getting an a on the quiz in your first class, and confirming your first tutoring session for next week, you thought it really was a relatively good day.
you even got dismissed a little early and were able to eat alone before your last class. take some of your much needed introvert time to go over your notes and drink a smoothie.
however, the second you walked into physics, you knew the day was about to turn into shit.
not because it was an annoying, headache-inducing subject or because the lab partner who was so much like you still barely speaks to you.
you knew the day was about to take a drastic turn because when you walked in, you saw none other than park seonghwa sitting right next to your regular seat in the front row.
he was looking up with not a book or textbook in sight, almost like he was waiting for the exact moment you walked in to see the annoyance cross your face.
his lips pull into that stupid half smirk, your eyes narrowing as you slowly approach the table.
a part of you doesn’t even wanna talk to him. knows he’s probably looking for a reaction since he seems to purposely single you out with snarky comments and passive aggressive arm bumps.
but another part of you, the part that’s been buried and numb for so long, wants to tell him off. look him in the eye, ignore how disgustingly good looking he is, and growl at him to fuck off and go back to his place in the back.
because why would he even wanna be in the front in the first place? it’s not like he pays attention or takes notes; you don’t think you’ve ever even heard him answer a question.
you walk to your seat silently at first, side-eyeing him as you put your backpack on the floor.
you can feel his burning gaze on you as you place your books on the table, begging yourself to just ignore him, ignore him, ignore him, before you look over and make eye contact.
brown teasing eyes that nearly look black, two strands of hair falling over his forehead and making you let out a frustrated sigh.
“why are you sitting here?”
your voice is quiet and low, with an edge to it that makes his eyes twinge with amusement; this might be harder than he thought.
“can i not?” he asks, a genuine curiosity in his voice you know is completely feigned. “does someone else sit here?”
you only stare at him blankly, can feel the daggers coming out of your own eyes; he knows damn well no one else sits here and his smirk tells you you’re right.
“i really don’t like being stared at,” he says, far too much amusement laced in his tone. “thought i made that clear, y/n, although i want to apologize for that.”
the way he says your name makes your heart jump, distracting yourself by shifting your gaze away from him.
you open your notebook to a new page and flip your textbook to today’s chapter, doing everything in your power to just not entertain this complete asshole of a man.
“you wouldn’t mind sharing your textbook, would you? i haven’t gotten mine ye-”
“i would mind actually,” you say, shooting him a small fake smile. “you should be more prepared.”
you don’t miss the way his tongue peeks out to swipe at his lip, mouth curling upwards as he suppresses the urge to laugh.
“should’ve guessed that’d be your response.”
“what’s that supposed to mean?”
his brow quirks and you know you have to stop entertaining him. that this type of reaction is exactly what he wants - but you just can’t help it.
“what do you think?” seonghwa asks.
his body leans in ever so slightly, the faint scent of his cologne wafting in your nose.
“you’re the top student. think you answer every question the professor asks,” he says, ring-covered fingers outstretched as he cracks his knuckle with a loud pop. “even was so kind to remind him about the extra credit. thanks for that, by the way.”
“you seem very interested in me, seonghwa,” you say, finding a bold braveness with shocking ease. “i’m more creeped out than i am flattered.”
the man hates to admit it but he enjoys how much you’re holding your own. how much fire threatens to surface in your eyes before it calms and how the biting tone of your voice cuts him in a way he’s not used to.
“hard not to be interested in the girl who never shuts up.”
your lips pull into a smile, gaze catching the professor who walks in with a friendly wave.
he couldn’t have come at a better time because you know you have to stop talking to him. that you, in no way, want to have any type of relationship with the man beside you.
he’s bad news, obnoxious and the type of person who could easily become a distraction.
“so do you accept my apology? for the staring comment?”
you look at him with a raised eyebrow, gaze searching his.
you don’t know why he just suddenly decided to approach you after weeks to apologize. why he’s keeping the conversation going when it’s quite obvious you want nothing to do with him.
“i’d prefer if you never spoke to me again, actually.”
“so that’s a no?”
your lips threaten to pull into a smile and you immediately chastise yourself for it, keeping your blank stare on him. he doesn’t back away from eye contact, much like the first day, and you suppose you have to commend him for that.
“stop talking to me.”
seonghwa’s mouth opens to counter back before the professor begins speaking, your attention completely turned on him.
your cold indifference and hyper focus to the front of the room is truly humorous, seonghwa swearing he’s never seen someone so enthralled by school work.
“i’ll give the stragglers two more minutes to join us,” the older man says, his eyes widening with shock when he see’s seonghwa front and center. “mr. park. this is a change.”
seonghwa only nods his head in response, the slightest of disdain flashing in his eyes.
interesting.
“think i’m gonna sit in the front more often,” seonghwa mumbles, low enough so only you canhear. “it’s kind of cool up here.”
you give him a death stare that can only make him smile.
“what? you don’t want that?”
“not particularly.”
“then accept my apology.”
you roll your eyes at his nonsense blackmail - you literally could not care less about the comment he made a month ago but maybe you can get something out of this too.
“if i do, will you go back to your spot in the back?”
he seems to ponder it for a moment
“sure.”
“apology accepted,” you say, that fake, sarcastic smile back on your face.
you ignore the way your body reacts to his low, deep chuckle, his eyes burning into your face for a few more seconds (being stared at really is unsettling) before his chair scrapes against the floor.
“great,” seonghwa mutters, although you can hear the smirk in his voice. “nice talking to you, y/n.”
you certainly can not say the same so you remain silent, relieved that you can now focus on today’s class without his presence beside you.
you peak over to see your lab partner looking at you, her eyes widening when you catch her before she quickly turns away.
so much for minding her business.
if you thought that was the last time you were gonna speak to the notorious obnoxious park seonghwa, you were sorely mistaken.
next week, the first ten minutes of class continually went as followed: you walk in to him already in the front row, looking at you like he very much belongs there and has been eagerly waiting for you.
you grumble at him in annoyance and he makes a wise ass remark about you forgiving him before you guys start bickering back and forth.
you only respond when his comment is especially bothersome, preferring for him to sit in silence as if his presence doesn’t irritate the fuck out of you.
you were never one to rush out of class, you typically liked to ask the professor about something you didn’t understand during the lesson, but, today, you were willing to be one of those students who act as if the room is on fire.
you don’t wanna risk seonghwa approaching you again.
annoying you more than you care to admit, your tortured mind only slightly occupied by him (which is way more than you want him to be there in the first place).
because you don’t wanna think about him at all. you can’t.
you don’t wanna feel any way toward him - even a negative feeling, like strong hate or dislike or the annoyance he brings you, is enough to make you become occupied by a person.
and you certainly don’t need distractions, especially in the form of a tall, handsome but incredibly irritating man who knows just how to get under your skin.
seonghwa smirks from his seat in the back of the room, the professor about to dismiss class. he swears you can feel his stare watching as you quickly gather your things, hands clumsy and sporadic.
usually, you’re the last person doing that, because a teachers pet would never, yet, he’s never seen you move quicker than you do right now.
unfortunately for you, he’s quicker.
you feel a presence behind you before you hear that increasingly familiar deep, taunting voice.
“if i didn’t know any better, y/n, i’d think you were trying to avoid me.”
you turn in the crowded hallway to see his large frame smirking down at you, eyes rolling before you turn back around silently; you just can’t give him the time of day, that’s the easiest way out of this.
his footsteps clonk behind you and your lips pull to make a snarky comment about his obnoxiously large boots; when he’s still behind you outside a few moments later, you can’t help but turn around with a sneer.
“did i do something to suggest us being friendly is okay?”
seonghwa’s eyes widen playfully at your snark, shrugging his broad shoulders that your eyes totally don’t drop down and take a peak at; seonghwa also totally doesn’t notice, holding back his smug, confident smirk.
“you forgave me, no?” he asks, head cocked sarcastically. “that makes us acquaintances, at best.”
“i ‘forgave’ you so you’d leave me alone,” you say, lifting your hands to do a finger quotes motion. “not so you’d harass me even more.”
you almost preferred when he was an asshole because now, you really don’t know what he wants from you.
he doesn’t seem like the type to just befriend girls to be friends with them - he’s gonna want something from you, something you’re not willing to give him or anyone else.
the first few weeks, he walked around like this completely cliche bad boy - stone cold face, dark eyes, barely muttering more than a few words - but now he won’t stop.
he’s teasing and expressive and dare you say flirty but why would this man flirt with someone as unwilling and stubborn as you?
“and if i wanna be more than acquaintances?”
“i’d say you’re full of shit.”
his wide eyes darken ever so slightly, a smirk pulling at his lips as his tongue peeks out to lick them.
“you should meet my friend, wooyoung,” he says, eyes wandering your face a little too long. “you two would get along.”
“i have no interest in meeting your friends. or becoming one.”
“yeah? why’s that?” seonghwa asks, deep low voice that, despite yourself, causes your stomach to swoop; you need to get a fucking grip. “you don’t even know me, y/n.”
“and i don’t care to,” you say, the sunlight behind him sickening because, even with it, you can’t find one flaw on his face. it’s like every part of his skin is golden silk, the shade of brown in his eyes the lightest and warmest you’ve ever seen.
as annoying as he is, you can’t deny how devastatingly attractive he is every time you see him.
“i’m not here to make friends,” you say, ripping your gaze away from him. you have to look anywhere but his face. “especially ones like you.”
“it’s college, freshman, why the hell else would you be here?”
“i hope that you'll think about looking into engineering like we talked about. i know it’s a lot but starting soon could...”
“and what exactly do you mean by people like me?” he continues, although catching a sudden far away look in your eye. “what am i like?”
you cant even focus on the memories threatening to break through your mind as you stare up at him. the amusement that was once shining in his gaze taking a more subtle, dark turn.
he’s challenging you here right outside, whether it’s because you tried to presume something about him or because he’s incessant on annoying you, you’re not sure.
you just know he’s bold, careless.
he doesn’t care that you barely know each other. that you started off on a bad foot or that you’re hitting him with every snarky, sassy comment that blurts out of your mouth.
he wants to know you and you don’t know why - even though when you saw him in the cafeteria last week, you couldn’t help but notice the girl attached to his arm.
“does your girlfriend know you wanna be friends with me so bad?”
hana flashes in seonghwa’s mind and you watch as he winces, your lip curling in disgust - of course this tool bag has a girlfriend but still shows interest in other girls.
“now who’s so interested in who?” seonghwa smirks, the teasing in his tone causing you to scoff. “got eyes on me or something?”
“i would’ve literally never talked to you again if i had it my way.”
and that is something you can say with absolute certainty - you knew the first day you met him that he was gonna be a problem.
that you were, maybe even subconsciously, gonna chase the feelings that he ripped from deep inside you with just a few snarky words and captivating eyes.
“hana’s not my girlfriend, by the way. not even close.”
you let out a sigh as you do your best to hold his gaze, nothing but the chatter and bustle of other students surrounding you both. he’s just as stubborn as you it seems, holds the same death stare that you’ve naturally acquired over the years.
“well, that doesn’t change anything,” you say, shrugging your shoulders. “still don’t care to be friends with you.”
“because you think i’m a dick?”
“because i’m just here to go to class and study.”
you’re back to holding each others gaze, his brow raised and your teeth sinking into your cheek until, against your better judgement, you speak again.
“and, yeah, you might be a bit of a dick.”
you hate that you smile when a deep chuckle leaves him. the way he looks down but you can still tell a smile lights up his face, deep brown eyes peeking back up to catch the look on your face.
he hates that he thinks it’s genuinely the prettiest smile he’s ever seen; he wasn’t sure you were capable of smiling, let alone looking like that when you did.
“if you just give me a shot, y/n, you’ll see that-”
“y/n! why are you just standing there? you’re freakin late!” you hear, yunjin’s high-pitched voice squeaking through the air. “did you forget we said new moon at six o’clo-”
her eyes widen when she notices you’re not just standing here alone but, in fact, speaking to someone. someone who just might be the hottest, yet scariest, man she’s ever seen.
the undercut, the chains, the all black attire - it’s like he jumped out of the bad boy romance novel she’s reading.
“uh, who is this?”
“no one,” you blurt out, just as seonghwa introduces himself as “seonghwa. i’m in y/n’s physics class.”
if you thought you were blurting out all the wrong things today, you should’ve known your chatter box roommate was gonna beat you at your own game.
“oh em gee! the asshole?!”
your eyes fall shut as you deeply inhale, even momentarily blinded knowing that seonghwa was looking at you with that shit eating smirk.
“the asshole, huh? so you have been talking about me.”
“i- uh-” yunijn says, trying to back track as she quickly notices her mistake. “did you say physics?” she chuckles nervously, “the asshole was actually from her english class! my mistake. sorry about that!”
she winces when your eyes are back open and shooting a death stare at her, her lips mouthing “sorry!” as you look back at seonghwa.
you narrow your eyes at him silently, the look on his face making you grow even more irritated before you take yunjin by the elbow.
“let’s go, yunjin,” you grumble, the purple-haired girl looking around wide-eyed; you’re not even out of ear shot when she starts mumbling her apologies, seonghwa watching the both of you argue softly with a growing smile on his face.
“i didn’t even see him at first!” yunjin whines back in the dorm, your silent treatment finally breaking once you know for sure seonghwa is nowhere in sight.
“how could you miss him, yunjin?” you ask in exasperation, sighing as you plop down on your bed. “he doesn’t exactly blend in.”
“because he’s so hot, right? i knew he was hot!”
you whip your head up and narrow your eyes at her, the silence only making a smile pull at her lips.
“right?” she asks, her eyes lighting up with excitement.
“wrong,” you say, keeping your tone flat. “because he’s irritating.”
“irritatingly sexy!”
you huff as you throw your head back down on your bed, partially because she’s right and partially because, now, he’s probably gonna take this and run with it.
as if he needed any other reason to start a conversation with you.
“what were you guys talking about?” she asks, the first to admit she’s nosy to the core. “i didn’t think you’d talk to any of your peers.”
“i didn’t plan on it,” you grumble, leaving out the fact that, when you first started, you had no intention of talking to her either.
“but it’s fun, no? you can’t help yourself,” yunjin quips, brow raised before she’s bold enough to make another comment. “i saw you smiling.”
“i wasn’t smiling.”
“you were smiling before i came.”
“you mean before you came and told him i called him an asshole? yeah, i remember.”
her lips purse together as guilt crosses her soft features.
“actually, i told him that it was a guy in your english...”
your cold, hard stare causes her words to die out slowly.
“okay, yes! but he didn’t seem to mind!” she squeaks, plopping down on her bed with a whine. “i think he likes you, y/n.”
“he doesn’t even know me, yunjin.”
“and you don’t know him,” she counters, head cocked like she made a point.
“i know that he told the whole class that i have a staring problem.”
her lips purse together like she’s trying to think of something else to say.
because she knows that, before she showed up, she saw a smile on your face that she so rarely sees. it was subtle and small but there was a glint in your eye that she hadn’t seen thus far.
like there was finally a speck of something behind your eyes, which were usually so... distant. that’s the only word she can think of.
distant, far away, almost sad.
“doesn’t even matter,” you mumble, grabbing your backpack and dumping your books on your bed. “i have no interest in talking to him anymore.”
but you have a feeling if that were actually true, if you weren’t just saying that because of the constant mantra of bad memories and isolation playing in your mind, you wouldn’t have tolerated him when you saw him in the library a few days later.
your extra credit tutoring session turned out to be more of a short introduction. the girl was only a year older than you and it was her second time taking remedial english.
her grasp of basic grammar was not ideal to say the least but she was kind, spoke less than you and was so determined to get an a on her essay this semester, you couldn’t help but feel as if you had to help her.
“your essay will be the biggest part of your grade so i think we should start there,” you suggest quietly, the two of you sitting in the library.
it was bigger and more crowded than you thought it would be, nearly every table taken and students working diligently; you should probably study here a few days a week since yunjin is trying to fly through the twilight series with you.
“once you finish the book, and watch the movie, we can start brainstorming a topic and work from there. does that sound good?”
the girl nodded and thanked you quietly, eventually parting ways with soft smiles and gentle waves.
you didn’t have class today so you think it’d be a good idea to get some more work done for later in the semester. you can’t finish your lab report for a few more weeks but if you start the beginning, it’ll be easier to-
“not surprised to find you here.”
you’re becoming a little too familiar with that grating deep voice, looking up from your spot to see seonghwa looming in front of your table. he’s in his usual shades of black, with that usual annoying look on his face where he’s half-smirking.
you know he wants you to respond so you only roll your eyes and look down, continue typing away at your laptop with your notes in front of you.
“you working on shit for physics?”
you hit him with nothing but silence again, not sure if his presence or yunjin begging to watch twilight is worse; you’re gonna go with him, especially when he takes the initiative to sit across from you.
“if so, i need your tutoring services.”
“how do you know i’m tutoring?”
his eyes light up in that mischievous way they seem to do when you answer, the cool relaxed way he sits back in his chair, both, enthralling and rage-filling.
“lucky guess,” he says, a smile pulling at his lips at the way your eyes narrow. “for real, though. i’m gonna need help. i’m not lost yet but i know by the time our midterm comes, i’m not gonna know what the fuck is going on.”
“then it sounds like you have a lot of studying to do.”
“y/n, c’mon,” he says, his voice a deep groan that makes your stomach flutter. you need to have a serious re-evaluation of the type of person you are and what (who) you’re apparently attracted to. “i don’t know how to study.”
“you’re in your third year of college, seonghwa, how do you not know how to study?”
“aw, you remembered i’m a junior?”
your mouth pulls into a tight line that makes a laugh bubble out of him, something deep and low in his throat that, again, makes you highly consider re-evaluating yourself as a woman.
“have fun failing.”
“hey, okay, okay, i was kidding,” he says, his hands raised innocently, although still wearing a stupid smirk. “i remember you’re a freshman, too, y/n. and that you called me an asshole to your purple-haired friend.”
you let out a sigh as you keep your stare hard and unassuming on him, the annoyance burning behind them so harshly, even you can feel it.
“you only want help for the midterm? cramming won’t be fun.”
“are you saying you want to meet weekly?”
“cramming is perfect. we’ll meet two days before, after class. once. one time.”
seonghwa smiles at you in a way that shouldn’t make your inside feel something they haven’t in years, maybe even forever, never having experienced any male attention before.
that’s not to say a boy’s never asked you out, or showed a juvenile middle school interest, but you can’t say you ever experienced a serious relationship before.
“that’s all i need, y/n.”
“you’re one ballsy motherfucker, park, i’ll give you that,” hongjoong says from across the table.
seonghwa was recounting his conversation with you from a few days ago, where there was now a plan set in place for you two to officially meet and hang out.
the nosy bunch couldn’t help but ask how it was going with ‘physics girl,’ a knowing glint in their eyes and smirks on their faces as they did so.
“for real, there’s a difference between confidence and then straight up delusion, bro,” wooyoung says, “doesn’t she, like, barely talk to you? or anyone else for that matter.”
“she talks to me.”
“y/n barely talks to you.”
“how do you even know anything about her?” seonghwa asks, throwing a soggy cafeteria french fry at him. “and stop saying her name.”
“jealous already, are you? that was quick. hana should do whatever y/n is doing.”
seonghwa rolls his eyes because he knows that certainly doesn’t warrant a response, gaze shifting from his friends to the tables in the cafeteria. he didn’t have physics today and skipped his other classes, thinking that, in this moment, he should’ve just sucked it up and went.
“y/n?” yunho asks, plopping down in his seat with a second serving of soggy french fries. “how’s that shit show going?”
“worse than we could have ever imagined,” wooyoung says, “well, for him. but great for us. we’re not gonna have to do our own laundry for the rest of junior year.”
seonghwa side-eyes wooyoung as he repeats the conversation to yunho; it’s a far more dramatic telling, with terrible impersonations of your bored tone and his deeper one.
“one day?” yunho says unintelligibly, eyes wide, mouth stuffed with french fries. “you really think it’s only gonna take one day?”
“that’s exactly what i said!”
seonghwa watches as yunho chews and swallows, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before speaking again.
“i’m not exactly familiar with heterosexual relationships and discourse but surely you need more than one day to-”
“y/n alert, y/n alert, y/n alert! hot friend alert, hot friend alert, hot friend alert!”
the three men snap their heads to wooyoung and indiscreetly follow his gaze, watching as you, the purple-haired girl and a tall man plop down at a four-person table.
“who’s that guy with them?” hongjoong asks, “does y/n have a boyfriend?”
“not that i know of,” seonghwa says, about to make a snarky comment about no one having the ability to tolerate you before yunho opens his mouth.
“if she does, it’s not that guy,” the man says casually, taking a sip from his drink. “he’s gayer than me.”
“who’s gayer than a guy who kisses dudes?”
yunho side eyes wooyoung with a smirk he can’t stop, shaking his head before the boy, per usual, continues talking.
“and how do you even know that? you looked at him for .2 seconds.”
“it’s obvious,” yunho says, “i’d bet my laundry for the rest of my life.”
but no one is brave or confident or stupid enough to take another bet this month, everyone’s nosy gazes finally leaving the table; there’s a rare few moments of silence in the group, just the chewing of french fries and sipping of drinks, before hongjoong speaks.
seonghwa knew he wasn’t gonna like it just from the amusement and challenging tone in his first word.
“well,” the man says, seonghwa meeting his friends gaze. “let’s see your one night is all i need plan in action, man. go talk to her.”
“fuck no.”
“c’mon, pussy,” hongjoong says, knowing this is only gonna get wooyoung and even yunho to start fucking with him too. “we wanna see this overwhelming connection and charisma you’re so confident in.”
“you know i’m good for it,” seonghwa says, a roll of his eyes that makes hongjoong snort. “you’ve seen it.”
because if there’s one thing seonghwa’s been since college started two years ago, it’s been an absolute man whore heartbreaker; even with hana on his tail, his body count is higher than he likes to admit.
and he’s learned the most important lesson of them all: always have a box of condoms in your bedside table, car, and wallet.
“i’ve seen it, yes, but i haven’t seen it with a girl who can’t stand you,” hongjoong says, “in fact, invite her to the party this saturday. if you’re so confident.”
“how do you know she can’t stand me?” seonghwa asks, ignoring the challenge of inviting you out this weekend. “you don’t know her.”
“wooyoung told me. he knows everything.”
seonghwa looks at his friend who’s watching the conversation with an amused smirk.
“what?” he says, mock innocence in his voice. “it is true.”
“you don’t know anything, wooyoung. how many times do we have to say this?
“we?” he asks, “who’s we? you and hana? you’re starting to sound a lot like her you know,” wooyoung says, fearing that, now, since he spoke her name, she’s gonna swarm them.
“perhaps you wanna throw in the towel and commit to her finally then?” wooyoung continues, knowing he’s the very best at getting under people’s skin.
“you know how couples start to talk like each other? i think after all this time, boys, we finally lost ‘em to-”
seonghwa is shooting out of his seat and making his way over to you before he can stop himself, anything to get away from wooyoung’s nonsense shit talking. it quickly switches to deep laughter and immature hollering, seonghwa clenching his jaw as he approaches your table.
“what are we thinking?” yunho asks, “i give him a solid two and a half minutes.”
“two minutes my ass,” wooyoung says, “thirty seconds, at most. wouldn’t be surprised if she kicks him in the nuts after ten.”
“i say a little over a minute,” hongjoong guesses, the three pairs of eyes stuck on the way your gaze immediately narrows when you see seonghwa stop in front of you.
“oh, this is gonna be so-”
“good!” yunjin spits out sassily, “don’t come! me and y/n will go to the party this weekend without you.”
“i already told you i’m not going yunjin,” you mumble under your breath, eyes focused down on your textbook.
“yunjin, give it a rest already,” mingi groans, his head pounding from his friend’s chatter. “your persistence is what’s gonna drive bestie y/n into my arms.”
“oh okay! sorry i want her to have fun, mingi, i just think it would be-”
“what’s fun for us might not be fun for y/n and, judging from the look on her face right now, it looks like she’d rather blow her brains out then-”
“hey, y/n.”
you saw him coming, could hear those ridiculous boots coming from a mile away, and yet, the sound of his voice still makes your skin prickle; it’s one thing to harass you when you’re alone or in class but to do it so boldly in front of your friends?
in front of his friends who you know are watching like a giddy group of school boys?
“what do you want?”
“just wanted to come and say hi,” he says, voice low before his gaze shifts to yunjin and mingi. “hi again. hey man.”
“hello,” yunjin says, keeping her words purposely short. mingi only looks at the man warily, not able to gauge your reaction before settling on a “what’s up?”
seonghwa’s gaze quickly flickers back to you.
“what are you doing this weekend?”
“we were actually trying to-” yunjin’s voice gets muffled and you can only guess that mingi had covered it with his hand; he is quickly working his way up the bestie list.
“homework,” you reply shortly, tongue poking into your cheek. he’s not about to really do this right now. approach you like this and then have the audacity to roll his eyes at you.
“y/n, can’t you take a break? you’re always doing work,” he says, so shameless even with company. “there’s a party on saturday. you should-”
“no.”
“you didn’t even let me-”
“no.”
“you gotta at least let me-”
“no.”
“so i won’t see you at the party saturday?”
“n- wait,” you say, catching yourself right before you made the fateful mistake; he would’ve taken that and ran with it. the smirk on his face tells you that with absolute certainty.
“you’re too quick,” he mumbles, a shake of his head that makes you roll your eyes.
“and you’re too annoying thinking that we’re friends.”
“we are friends. you agreed to tutor me, y/n, did you forget?”
“i will if you don’t leave this table right now.”
it’s a stare down that scares the shit out of everyone watching - one because yunjin and mingi have never seen this side to you and two because, even from across the room, seonghwa’s friends can tell he doesn’t know how to actually handle you.
his body language isn’t like the seonghwa they know - always genuine confidence and an air of grandiosity - it’s... tenser. broad shoulders tight, head cocked ever so slightly, they’d bet if they could see his face, his jaw would be clenched.
it’s just as intriguing as it is funny, the three of them bumping elbows and holding back snorts.
“i’ll leave if you agree to come.”
“seonghwa,” you growl under your breath, a smirk threatening to pull at his lips.
something about the way he’s approached you today has made you more angry than the other times, seonghwa’s gaze moving to mingi. he’s watching you and him closely, his hand still over the purple-haired girl’s mouth (he thinks her name is yunjin) and his eyes unreadable.
if he was your boyfriend, or even someone you had an interest in dating, he’d probably say something. maybe he’s your hana and for that, he feels an ounce of sympathy for you.
it’s then the tall man’s mouth forms into a small smile.
“might be a good time to go, man,” mingi says, his deep voice low and warning. “don’t think you’re gonna change her mind.”
“you don’t know me very well then,” he says, mingi’s eyes narrowing the same time you scoff. that snaps his attention right back to you, the way your eyes are burning into him and, for once, you’re not so cool, calm and collected.
“just think about it, y/n,” seonghwa says, ignoring the way you roll your eyes. his lips pull into a smirk as he licks at his lips, craning his neck down at you. “one night of fun won’t kill you.”
you swallow the lump that’s formed in your throat, seonghwa catching the slight tick in your jaw. his eyes linger over your face for a few seconds too long, too long for you to notice he caught something you try so desperately to hide.
as quick as it appeared, though, it was gone, and you turned away from him and back to your textbook dismissively. mingi takes one last look at him before seonghwa turns around, your shoulders only relaxing when you can tell he’s gone.
“who was that?” mingi asks tentatively, like he’s approaching an injured, vulnerable animal. “how do you know him?”
“he’s the asshole from her...”
yunjin’s words freeze on command when you look at her, her last words of “physics class...” mumbled under her breath. mingi raises a brow as he looks between you, yunjin and then to the table seonghwa retreated to, watching as his friends kick and swat him playfully.
“wow. wow, wow, wow,” wooyoung says, seonghwa already regretting sitting back down. “a whopping 43 seconds for you to get atrociously humbled. that was so embarrassing.”
“you really think one night is gonna be enough?”
“we could’ve given you a fucking year and that wouldn’t be enough,” hongjoong cackles, slapping seonghwa on the back. “that chick wants you to burn.”
“her name is y/n.”
“her name is seonghwa’s mortal enemy.”
the man can only roll his eyes and block out his obnoxious friends, his gaze boldly moving back to the table to see you leaving it alone.
he sees your two friends watching with a confused, concerned expression, his own face contorting painfully when he catches hana walking through the front door.
great.
“y/n, do you remember what happened?”
those were the first words you recall hearing when you woke. it was an unrecognizable, soft spoken voice, the steady beeps of a heart monitor and the harsh stench of antiseptic in the air.
you couldn’t feel anything but immense pain all over - your shoulder, hip, and left leg were aching like you’ve never felt before - but the feeling in your stomach was worse.
was a different type of pain: this knotted, gutted, dreadful pit that you couldn’t explain but was so palpable.
“y/n? can you hear me?”
you can hear her, you can see her, but you can’t respond. the lights are shining bright and the walls are even brighter, memories and sounds playing in your head that don’t feel like yours.
flashes of glass and blood and a terrifying heat, screams that you recognize but can’t quite place. you think they might be yours but there someone else’s too. you think they might be-
“y/n? do you remember what happened?”
you recognize that voice immediately and it pulled you from your trance. your dad was hunched over the bed with bags down his cheeks and a terrifying emptiness in his eyes.
you wanna speak but your throat is scratchy - are you even able to speak anymore?
your dad grabs you a glass of water from your bedside table, gulping the small paper cup in one go.
“d-dad,” you eventually say, eyes wandering to the two nurses and doctor in the doorway. “wh-where am i-” you begin to say, but you already know where you are.
the hospital - that much is obvious.
“wh-what happened?” you ask, watching your dad’s eyes somehow grow emptier. “why am i here?”
he bites his lip so maybe a sob doesn’t slip out or maybe because it’s habit, his adams apple bobbing as he swallows.
“y/n, i...”
the room is silent, the world seems silent, except for the steady beat of your still pounding heart on the monitor.
it’s a sickening reminder that you’re alive, still breathing, since you lived through something you can’t remember because your brain is trying to protect you for a few more seconds.
“do you remember... anything that happened, y/n? anything at all?”
everyone can tell the second you do.
you remember everything.
the heart monitor starts to beep quicker, your hands gripping the scratchy hospital sheets as you look frantically around the room. the doctors eyes fill with pity and your dad’s head drops, the feeling of being unable to breathe quickly sneaking up on you.
the yelling.
the screeching of tires on wet asphalt.
the crash.
the fire.
you start hearing your own tortured screams met back with silence, the silence you were so desperate for until you got it, and the silence you’re being met with right now.
“wh-where is she?” you dare to ask, your voice breathy and shaky and oh, my god you really can’t breathe. “where is she? what happened?”
sometimes, it’s a particular sound that will bring a person’s memories back but the silence was doing that for you. the deafening, eerie, all-consuming silence at having no one respond back to you again.
“someone answer me!”
you don’t hear yourself scream those words but know you’re the only one speaking so it must’ve been you, tears gathering in your eyes as your chest starts to heave.
as the monitor beeps so viciously, you’re not surprised to see another doctor rush in.
“where is she? what happened? where- where is my-”
your face is wet when you wake up with a gasp, chest heaving as you frantically sit up and look around the room.
you can make out yunjin sleeping from the faint night light plugged into the wall, the bright moon shining through your window and a gentle breeze blowing through the blinds.
you were out of your bed and slipping your feet into slippers before you could even properly take the deep breaths you need, shaky, uneven breaths you were managing to keep quiet all the way to the elevator.
you slump against the wall once the doors close, your eyes slipping shut and bare shoulders pressed back on the cold metal. you welcome the sting that would normally make you squeal, your face so wet and sticky, you probably should have washed it first.
the cold air is as much a saving grace as the bench is outside your dorm building, collapsing down as you put your head in your hands. you keep your eyes trained on the tiny blades of grass growing between the cracks in the concrete, sucking air in and out, in and out.
you don’t even realize you start tracing your fingers until your hand falls in your lap, gaze shifting from the grass to your own skin. you inhale as your finger trails up your thumb, curving around the nail you’ve bitten down to the nub before slowly exhaling.
it’s been a while since you’ve had a nightmare of that flashback. you couldn’t remember the last time you were thrown back into that eerie, sterile hospital room.
despite not remembering much of your stay there, you know it was, without a doubt, the worst two weeks of your life.
when it wasn’t your doctor softly explaining how lucky you were, to the point where you finally spoke and proceeded to curse him out, it was one of the hospital psychiatrists.
you would never admit it at the time but reflecting back, she was probably one of the best professionals you could’ve had at that time. she was kind and soft-spoken but was also honest with you.
didn’t say any of the bullshit everyone else was saying because they didn’t know what to say.
she warned you that your life was gonna be different. that you probably already knew that and were seeing it, feeling it, more and more each day.
she didn’t beat around the bush about survivors guilt and its lingering effects.
how you’re gonna have some of the worst, scary, all-consuming thoughts of your life and that, no matter what anyone says, you’re not gonna be able to believe you were meant to stay while she was taken.
there wasn’t any cheesy ‘you were kept for a reason’ or ‘it wasn’t your time’ - it was just simply how the event unfolded. and how, going forward, you’ll be able to cope with it as a person who survived a terrible accident.
one d.o.a. and one survivor.
you’ll never forget hearing that in passing once from the gossipy nurses.
you’re not sure how long you sit there and just breathe, trying everything in your power to push those thoughts away and focus on your breaths. the cold is causing your finger tips to grow numb, and your cheeks to redden, but you know you’re not ready to go back in yet.
you don’t even know what time it is or if yunjin woke up but you know you have to-
“y/n?”
at first, you think (hope, wish, pray to god if there even is one above) that you’re hearing things. that the deep voice which fills your empty shell of a body up with so much annoyance is all in your head.
you’ve managed to avoid seonghwa all week in physics after the stunt he pulled in the cafeteria on tuesday. you started showing up strictly on time, knowing that seonghwa would have to claim his seat in the back right before class started.
and then before the professor could even get the words, “see you next week,” out of his mouth, you were gone.
you were successfully avoiding park seonghwa so you figured you had to be hearing things. that your mind was playing tricks on you in your most vulnerable state, with the person who was threatening to pull you out of it purely out of spite and lust.
but when you hear it again, that deeply uttered “y/n?”, and the voice appears to be closer, you have a sinking feeling that the man is right in front of you.
you look up and that’s exactly where you see him.
the bright lights lining the path shine down on his face, a black sweatshirt covering his body with his hood pulled up; if you weren’t so used to his voice, he would’ve scared the shit out of you.
you fear your voice will be shaky.
that he’ll see your tear-stained face under the glow of the moon and be as nosy and persistent as he’s been since something switched in him a few weeks ago.
you fear if he says the wrong thing, you’re just gonna break down because it’s been so long since you’ve heard yourself ask where is my-
“seonghwa,” you say, voice so low it’d be hard to make out any emotion or quiver. “what are you doing here?”
“i should be asking you that,” seonghwa says, his tone one you haven’t quite heard. it’s teasing, though only a little. some of it is laced with a genuine curiosity which, you suppose, is warranted - but, still, you don’t respond.
you relish in the quiet campus and this man, whose intentions aren’t clear, not hearing your post nightmare voice.
“for real, though, what are you doing out here?” he finally asks, “it’s cold. and three o’clock in the morning.”
you bite the inside of your cheek as a gust of wind blows, the lump in your throat spasming - of all the people to run into at this hour, it had to be him.
“i enjoy sitting out to freeze. its peaceful, when i do it alone.”
a smirk threatens to pull at his lips and he knows he probably should just leave you be.
you’ve been avoiding him like the plague and there’s that edge in your voice you always seem to have when talking with him.
but your face looks more bothered than usual. the redness under your eyes and the fuzzy pajamas covering your body are only making him more intrigued.
you intrigue him in ways he doesn’t wanna think about, in ways that baffle him because never in his life has a woman given him shit the way you have.
“if it wasn’t the middle of the night, i’d agree,” seonghwa says, the campus, while well-lit, dark and completely empty at this hour.
“you’re out in the middle of the night, too.”
“i’m walking to my car, not sitting on a bench all cryptically in pajamas.”
a scoff leaves you as you roll your eyes, looking over to see the campus really is empty; you’re surprised, too, since it’s a friday night.
you thought there’d be at least a few drunks stumbling around, the very first being your floor mate kristabelle riley.
your teeth sink into your cheek when you look back over to see him looking at you, your gaze narrowing because you hate when he does that. he came for your ‘staring problem’ on the first day but then proceeds to examine you like you’re some kind of science experiment.
“well, you should get going then,” you blurt out, your red, freezing hands shooing him away. “your car’s not here.”
“no? i usually park in the middle of campus.”
your lips twitch but you don’t dare give him a smile, knowing he’ll take that as an invitation to sit down; but then you seemed to have forgotten that park seonghwa doesn’t feel like he ever needs an invitation.
he does what he wants, when he wants it, and doesn’t care who gets offended. he’s sitting beside you before you can even tell him to go away.
you angrily side eye him as he takes in the cold, desolate area, his broad shoulders relaxing as he sticks his hands in his pockets.
“you know what,” he says after a few minutes causing your eyes to roll. “you might be onto something, y/n. this is pretty peaceful.”
the peacefulness remains as you both stay silent, him because he truly seems to be taking in the cold night air and you because you’ve had a bad enough night as it is; your hot mortal enemy will surely only make it worse.
“you’ve been avoiding me.”
his words cause your neck to crane to him, his eyes trained on the row of trees and bushes in front of you.
“what?”
he meets your gaze with a quirked eyebrow, lips pulled into a straight line. you can see that look of challenge that always seem to be behind his eyes. that stares right into your soul and makes you fear he can see something in you.
he attempts to do your own tactic of staying quiet but he’s a fool to think you’ll fall for your own tricks.
“i said, you’ve been avoiding me,” he finally repeats, expression unreadable. it occurs to you in this moment there’s a small chance he might be a psycho. “don’t think i haven’t noticed the teachers pet is just getting to class on time and then hauling ass out.”
“there you go again, showing a vast interest in me and my habits,” you mutter, not able to keep the sarcasm out of your tone.
“well, should i not be interested?” he counters, “you’re my friend after all. my friend slash tutor.”
“not your friend. barely a tutor,” you say, before you can’t help but snap your head at him. “so, seriously seonghwa, what do you want from me?”
there’s that same tick in your jaw he noticed the other day, a look so heavy and deep in your eyes, he doesn’t know what to make of it. if he was a different type of man, he’d see it and feel for you.
because he at least knows it’s a look you don’t get from having an easy, happy life - but a sick part of him is intrigued by that.
a part of him like this chase, the back and forth, the banter and snark that you provide.
a part of him longs to see those rare hints of smiles and smirks that come out which leaves him confident he intrigues you a little bit too.
“why do i have to want something?” he asks, “can’t i just get to know you?”
“you obviously want something,” you say, brows pulled together as you shake your head.
“yes,” he admits, watching your eyes narrow at him even more. “i want to get to know you, i want to know why you dislike me so much, and, most importantly, i want you to come to the party tomorrow.”
you take his words for what they are, giving him a blank stare that only causes him to smile.
“what?” he asks, the way he’s looking at you right now terrible for your already knotted stomach; it should be a sin to be this attractive. “you think i’m bullshitting you?”
“i don’t know what to think of you, seonghwa,” you mutter, moving your gaze to the row of bushes he was looking at. “i don’t know why you’d want any of that.”
and that’s not because you’re someone with low self-esteem, you like to think you were raised in a way that gave you confidence, you just genuinely have no idea why he’d want to get to know you.
you’re cute enough, you suppose, but there are girls way prettier. and nicer. and probably way more susceptible to the charms of someone who looks like him.
you would be, if you weren’t on track for something else.
or, at least, trying really really hard to be on track for something else. something you need to do to be okay with the fact that you’re still on this god forsaken earth.
“i don’t know why either,” seonghwa says, knowing it’s a safe answer and close enough to one of the many truths; but, of course, because he’s dealing with you, it’s not a good enough answer.
he should’ve figured that you’d see right through it.
“you don’t know why but you start harassing me out of the blue for the past two and a half weeks?”
“are you counting the minutes too?”
your eyes narrow and you have half the mind to get up and leave - who knew the trick to dealing with post nightmare panic was an obnoxious, irritating man - but you much prefer to give him the silent treatment.
ignore him and his stupid comments until he can’t handle not being acknowledged anymore.
“i have an idea,” he says, causing you to reluctantly make eye contact again; this should be good. “you come to the party tomorrow, i won’t sit next to you in class anymore.”
it really isn’t a fair deal, since he only sits up there for less than fifteen minutes, but it’s enough to make you consider it.
you’d be able to start getting there early the way you like to, not have to worry about walking in the room and seeing his stupid smug face right in your front spot.
but at the cost of a party? that was a rule you made for yourself almost immediately - not that you’d really have fun, knowing he’d be there waiting to harass you, but still.
“i see you thinking,” he hums playfully, ignoring him with a blank stare. “c’mon, i know how much it’s killing you not to show up an hour early anymore.”
“you don’t know anything,” you spit, voice biting, as cold as the air whipping you in the face - he’s not correct, it’s not killing you - you’d just... prefer it.
you also know for a fact yunjin and mingi would throw a fit if you told them you were down to go tomorrow.
but do you really want this obnoxious man thinking he has any power here? he already got you to tutor him in physics.
“just think about how nice it’d be, y/n,” he says, his low voice beside you paired with the cold chill a deadly combination. “the front row empty, except for your lab partner. you get all your shit out and prepare to answer every god damn question the professor asks. you’ll even be able to-”
“okay, okay, i get it,” you snap, head whipping over to see a smirk pulling at his lips. his eyes search for your face and you hope that the tear-stained puffiness is gone (although you’re sure it is and replaced by a sneer).
your heart pounds the longer the gaze is held, both of you intent on keeping it. him because he can’t quite read you and you because you’re too stubborn to break it.
he can’t understand you at all.
how a girl just starting out what’s supposed to be the best time of her life could seem so bitter and lifeless. how the only time you have any hint of emotion in your eye is when you’re looking at him with disdain.
how the one time he decides to fixate on a girl, it’s someone like you.
“you get it but you’re not saying anything,” he says, that smirk and his eyes and jesus christ, you have to get it together. “enough of this silly silent treatment, y/n.”
although your mind is made up, now you have to remain silent. eyes wide, brow quirked, bouncing your gaze around from him to the dorm building to the trees and bushes over his shoulder.
you wonder how long you can keep this up, the tips of your fingers now numb. you wonder how long he’ll let it happen, if he’s just as stubborn as you or-
“i think i’d feel more inclined to leave right now if you didn’t stop talking my-”
“i’ll be at the party tomorrow.”
you can’t help but smile in amusement at the look of shock that crosses his face, tongue poking your cheek so you don’t giggle.
“did i- did i hear you right? you’ll come?”
“as long as you never speak to me in physics again, yes.”
“ah, ah, now that wasn’t the deal,” he says, shaking his head with a glint in his eye. “i only said the beginning. and that i wouldn’t sit in the front.”
if your eyes shot out daggers, he knows he’d be dead - but because they don’t, a deep chuckle leaves him.
“maybe by the end of it, you’ll hate me less.”
“maybe by the end of it, i’ll hate you even more.”
“not sure that’d be possible at this rate.”
a smile pulls at your lips again so you take great interest in our own frozen hands, seonghwa catching it and biting back a smile of his own before a gust of winds blows your way.
under the dim light, he catches how red your skin is.
“what were you doing out here tonight anyway?” he asks, once again looking over you and your pajamas. “looks like you stumbled out of bed.”
a lump forms in your throat because, for a moment, you’d almost forgotten. you’d almost forgotten because that’s exactly what happened, with panic lodged in your throat and a burning ache in your lungs.
with booming words and a silence that was deafening.
“y/n? do you remember what happened?”
the yelling.
the screeching of tires on wet asphalt.
“do you remember... anything that happened, y/n? anything at all?”
the crash.
the fire.
“where is she? someone answer me! what happened? where- where is my-”
“y/n!”
you hear the heavy metal door followed by the sound of yunjin’s yelp, head craning back to see her clobbering down the pathway. she’s in her sleeping shorts and pink slippers, messy hair moving side to side before she’s looking in that direction.
“y/n! is that you?”
you press your lips together at her frantic voice, half of you painfully aching while the other half wants to laugh.
“hi, yunjin.”
“god, you were out here for so long i started to freak myself out!” she squeals, rushing to your side with her eyes on you. “are you okay out here? it’s freezing! did you have a-”
something about your face must cause her words to halt, brows pulled together in confusion before, finally, she notices the mass of black clothing and dark, nosy, annoyingly beautiful eyes next to you.
“jesus christ! the a- seonghwa! the seonghwa! you scared the shit out of me!”
“nice to see you again the yunjin.”
“oop you remembered my name,” she says, teeth sinking into your lip so you don’t smile; four a.m. is not a good time apparently. she looks to you with a look of, both, suspicion and excitement.
“he remembered my name,” she whispers, loud enough for the boy to still hear her.
“y/n remembered that i was a junior.”
“oh-me-gee! you’re a junior?” yunjin squeals, “do you know-”
“that it’s 4 am and my hands are about to freeze off?”
yunjin looks down to see your red hands, a gasp leaving her mouth before she smacks you softly.
“y/n! what the heck! you can’t be out in the cold for so long.”
“tried to tell her but she wouldn’t stop talking my ear off,” seonghwa says, earning him one of your dirty side-eyes that has his cold lips pulling into a smile.
he rises to his full height as he sticks his hands in his pockets, looking down at you once more. you keep eye contact because it’s a challenge and you’ve been doing it all night.
because something about the way he looks at you leaves you knowing, as much as you fight it, as irritating as he is, a part of you is interested in him; whether it be purely lustful or shallow, which you think it might be, the interest in there.
and you swear you can see it right back in his eyes too.
“don’t stay out much longer,” he says, your narrowed gaze telling him you don’t take well too demands. “i’ll see you tomorrow. both of you, i presume,” seonghwa says, a smirk on his face as he looks to yunjin.
he doesn’t know the girl but he has a feeling she’s gonna freak when she finds out.
“tomorrow?” she can’t help but squeak, seonghwa smirking at the way your eyes bore into him. “what’s tomorrow?”
seonghwa walks away with a sarcastic wave, his tall frame retreating just as yunjin pulls you up - her strength for someone her size is concerning.
“ouch,” you mutter quietly, although not in pain. yunjin must know it too because she completely ignores you, eyeing you with a glint, like she already knows the plan that seonghwa blackmailed you into.
“what’s tomorrow, y/n?”
(part 3)
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SAFE AND SOUND ￫ THE SERPENTS HOLD
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￫ wc : 1.2k
￫ summary : if it was all a dream, why does the boy in the serpent green robes look so familiar?
￫ themes/au : hogwarts au, dark themes
￫ content : snakes, descriptions of being strangled, choking, mentions of being killed/locked up
￫ series taglist : none yet
￫ a/n : slightly edited, if you notice any mistakes or warnings i missed, please let me know! also, this chapter is short, but rest assured i plan to write longer pieces in the following chapters, this one is to act as an intro over anything else. enjoy!
It was difficult to differentiate between dreams and reality.
Perhaps it was because of how real it all felt – the cold, lonely, and dust-ridden room you had found yourself in was one you swore she found to feel and interact with. Like if you ran a finger over the spines of old books, you would leave a line through the grey particles that coated them.
You hadn't found yourself in a setting like this for ages – a setting that felt too real to be just a dream.
The room you were in was dark, the only light sources being lowly lit candles that were clenching onto the last bit of flame that burned near the bottom of the wax. You reckoned they had about a day left of burn time before the room was eventually enveloped in darkness.
Bookcases lined the hallway, slots left empty for the wax to run and coat the wood, some even dripping over the ledge and creating tiny puddles of now-hardened wax on the creaky floorboards.
You turned your head in wonder, eyes tracing over the intricate designs that were on the ceiling and walls that could be seen – and despite the wear of the floor boards, even they had some sort of design. Your best guess was that a once bright and blinding gold leaf made up the designs yet had now dulled and flaked over time.
The cold and dark hallway was beautifully-expensive looking, something only a well-off family could have in that day and age.
In your dazed wonder, a floorboard creaked behind you, your gaze snapping from the detailing onto a body with their back turned towards you. The figure walked further and further down the seemingly never-ending hallway.
Scrambling to your knees, you expected the stranger to turn your way in an instant at the sound of the loud floorboards screaming under the shifting weight upon them, however, they simply stopped in their tracks, body unmoving or reacting to your presence.
"Who are you?" you found yourself speaking before you could stop yourself – then again, you weren't sure you could've even if you had tried. The more you moved, looked, and spoke the more you realized you were not in control – it was as if it was a memory playing in your mind. No matter how hard you tried, nothing was able to be changed.
The figure swayed slightly, hand coming up to touch something wrapped around his neck. At the touch of their fingertips, the shine of scales became apparent as they shifted, a faint hiss echoing down the hallway.
A snake peered over the figure's shoulders, bulbous and slit eyes drinking up the image of a new and unknown being standing before it.
"You shouldn't be here," the figure spoke, their body still swaying as if they were drunk. "Your kind isn't welcome in this house," their deep voice echoed creating a ringing in your ears at the hostile tone that greeted you.
Stunned from being spoken to, you could only watch as the figure continued to sway, however as time progressed, the swaying grew worse until he finally succumbed to whatever was causing it – a loud thump of his knees hitting the hardwood floor beneath him startling you.
A choked breath was heard, and the boy brought both hands up to the snake wrapped around his neck – the reptile only tightening around the pale skin it rested upon.
"P-please go before they find you," he choked out. "If they find out you're here you'll b-be locked up or killed," he struggled to loosen the creature's hold. The boy turned his head to the best of his ability to look over his shoulder at you, dark eyes pleading for you to escape – not to help free them, but to turn your back and run before whoever he spoke about were to find you. "Leave!"
At the boy's raised voice, you turned, bolting away from the scene of the boy being strangled by the serpent, the sounds of his choking as gasps for air sever growing quieter despite the distance you put between the two of you.
His anguish followed you down corridors, around corners, and through doors – no matter how far you ran, no matter how loud your footsteps were, his pained cries could be heard. A perpetual sound of his slow demise rang in your head like an alarm.
An alarm to escape, to heed his warnings and to not look bad, no matter how much you longed to help the man you didn't even know.
As his sounds of pain and pleas for help grew louder, you came to a halt, hands squeezing over your ears in a desperate attempt to block out his cries and eyes closing to try and come out of your surroundings.
It had to be some sick twisted dream, yet something about this felt so familiar – like it hit close to home in a way you couldn’t quite describe.
And the boy... he was someone so unknown yet dear to your heart in some way. The way your heart broke at the sound of his anguish and the way your own knees buckled at his screams.
However as present as it was, the minute your knees hit the ground, you found the sound screeching to an end and your surroundings changing – light blinding you as they snapped open.
The familiar train cabin caught you off guard – in comparison to the dust-ridden bookshelves you had come accustomed to in such little time, the cabin was more welcoming, more familiar, more safe.
You let out a breath-like laugh, trying to brush off the worry in the back of your mind over the dream you had, for that was all it was.
A dream.
Despite you still being in a slight haze from coming out of your dream state, you had taken intense notice of a cloaked boy walking past your cabin door – green underlining the black fabric, signalling his affiliation with the serpents house you had heard so much about at Beuxbatons.
He hadn't caught your eye nor had he even looked your way, but the minute you caught sight of his back profile, your breath hitched.
The same built frame with black hair that greeted you sent chills down your spine.
Scurrying to your feet quickly, you slid the cabin door open quickly, multiple pairs of eyes falling onto your frazzled state including the mystery boys.
"Who are you?" you found yourself panting out the question.
The boy looked your frame up and down, eyes scrutinizing every little detail he took in before tilting his chin up and scoffing.
"Someone who doesn't associate with the likes of you," he bit out his response before turning his back to you and continuing down the length of the carts hallway, leaving you under the numerous gazes peering out of their own cabins glass doors.
You watched his frame leave, wondering if your brain had just filled in the missing pieces of the mysterious man in your dream to fit the likes of the boy you had just come across.
Perhaps you needed more sleep before you mistakenly thought every tall dark haired boy at Hogwarts was the mysterious boy pleading for you to leave and choking out breaths.
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Cruel summer 1 - P.SH
Summer flings — they hurt more than they give. There is something oh so painful about them that just keeps drawing people in. All good things come to an end right? Then why start?
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‘’Good afternoon passengers, this train will arrive at its end destination in approximately ten minutes, please take your luggage with you and don’t forget to check out.’’ You heard the conductor call over through your headphones. You gathered your stuff, ready to depart the train as you looked outside to recognize the view of your standard summer location.
When you stepped out of the train, the view of this particular train station felt nostalgic. You rolled your suitcase to the side to take off your sweater since the heat was too much to bear with the thick piece of fabric on, which you treasured when the air conditioning in the train almost made you freeze your hands off.
After tying your sweater to your bag, you made your way out of the exit of the station. It wasn’t a big town, but a busy tourist location with beautiful beaches and delicious food. You inhaled the fresh summer air, sighing contently before checking your phone to see your aunt’s text that she was waiting for you in the parking lot. You pushed yourself through the people trying to find the familiar car before you already noticed your aunt standing against it. You noticed she dyed her hair dark brown again after being a fake blond for years, even though both looked good on her since you thought she was gorgeous. The two of you were always really close since there’s a pretty big age gap between her and your mom. Even though she’s way younger than your mom, she reminds you of her a lot as she was practically raised by your mom.
This place was the usual summer place your family came to. Since you started uni last year, you had moved to another city, so you decided to come straight here instead of going home first. Your family would arrive in two days, so you and your aunt had her beach house for yourselves.
‘’My favorite aunt’’ You yelled, making her lift her head immediately to see you stumbling towards her with the many bags you had.
‘’Y/n’’ She yelled, jogging towards you to take the bags out of your hand before hugging you tightly ‘’I missed you!’’ She exclaimed, squeezing you a bit harder.
‘’I missed you too.’’ You said, pulling back as you both walked towards the car. You threw your stuff in the trunk before getting in the car, taking in the nice smell of your aunt's car.
‘’How’s the shop doing?’’ You asked, referring to the coffee place your aunt owned. It was one of the best in town and the tourism in the summer made it extremely busy. ‘’Still, a job left for me?’’
‘’Busy, but I can handle it’’ She said, ‘’You don’t have to help, it’s summer, you should enjoy it more. I can always ask your mother’’ she added, making you violently shake your head.
‘’I love helping, don’t worry about me’’ You insisted, making her chuckle.
After arriving at your aunt’s beach house and dropping off all of your stuff, she suggested you go to the newly opened diner at the corner of the street. You complied, changing into some comfortable clothes and making your way toward the recommended place.
It was 90’s inspired — a huge neon sign placed above the entrance that said ‘open’ and the specials were of course milkshakes and burgers. The bell rang when you opened the door, alerting everyone of your presence as you made your way toward the counter.
‘’Welcome, what can I do for you?’’ The waitress asked, smiling politely before you ordered the cheeseburger with fries and a coke. A classic.
You sat down in the far back as you watched some people outside gather their stuff to leave the beach. You noticed a group of surfers making their way out of the ocean before your eyes were locked on one particular person. A tall guy with dirty blonde hair unzipped the front of his wetsuit, revealing his toned torso as he laughed with two other guys in the group. He ran his hand through his hair before grabbing a towel to dry himself.
Wow.
Your staring got soon interrupted by the waitress placing down your food before you thanked her briefly. Your eyes automatically go back to the stranger only to find him nowhere in sight, wondering why you haven’t seen him before.
At first, you had a lot of friends in this town. Summer was always a blast, but you haven’t visited for two years because your mom got sick. It took two summers for her to heal completely. When you came back last year, all your old friends had either moved away, or found another place to spend the summer. Not that you mind, you have no problems with spending time with your family.
The bell of the store rang, making you glance up from your food before widening your eyes as you saw the group of surfers enter the diner. You had to stop yourself from staring at that one person again, quickly averting your gaze to the other ones. Five of them were wearing swimming shorts as you recalled them from the sight before, the other three must’ve joined later on as they wore casual jeans. You recognized one of them — you remember his name being Yunho as he often came to your old friends’ parties. The other 7 weren’t familiar. They were undoubtedly all really handsome, but you couldn’t help but feel drawn to the dirty blonde you noticed earlier.
From a closer view, you could inspect his face a bit more. Which was obviously a bad idea since he could probably feel you boring holes in his face with your eyes. He turned his head towards you, locking eyes with you before you quickly glanced away in embarrassment. You could feel your cheeks heat up because he definitely just caught you staring.
Good first impression, there Y/n.
You munched on your fries, pretending to be interested in the view of the beach as you tried your best not to avert your eyes. They sat down in the booth next to you, going on about their day which you took as a good moment to wrap your burger in a napkin to take it home and leave the restaurant.
‘’She definitely had her eyes on you’’ Jongho said, referring to your not-so-sleek staring earlier on, as he patted Seonghwa on the shoulder.
“Never seen her before’’ Seonghwa replied in a dry tone, hiding the fact that he thought you resembled his ex a lot, the nervousness in his stomach when he first saw you still evident.
‘’I know her, used to see her at parties a lot,’’ Yunho began, ‘’But haven’t seen her in a few years, she’s really nice though.’’ he said, grabbing his phone to see if he still followed you on Instagram.
‘’Well one thing is for sure: she was hooked on Seonghwa the moment we came in’’ Jongho said to which Seonghwa quickly changed the subject to stop talking about you and your intimidating gaze that made his heart ache as it resembled something he used to love.
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You woke up because of the immense heat. Throwing your blanket off your sweating body, you sleepily made your way downstairs to get a glass of water. You checked your phone to see it was around nine in the morning which meant your aunt was already opening up the shop.
You gulped down the glass of water, still not refreshing enough, so you texted your aunt you were off to the beach to swim a bit.
Making your way upstairs again, you let your hair loose before changing into a bikini and some linnen shorts. It was already super hot out, so you decided to not wear a t-shirt over your bikini top, which was a simple white top. You took all the necessities needed for the beach before walking out the door.
It only took a block to get to the beach. Breathing in the fresh air as you laid down your stuff. A few people were already sunbathing, the morning being way calmer than the afternoon, since kids will come later on, disturbing the quietness of the breeze and the calming waves.
You took your book out of your bag, laying down on the towel after taking off your shorts to tan a bit. You didn’t notice the group of guys a bit further away, making their way on the beach towards the volleyball area close to you. Your earphones blocking out the sound and your eyes focused on the book.
That is probably why you were so startled when a ball suddenly landed next to you, your head snapping up to see who threw it.
You saw the familiar person jogging towards you, an apologetic smile on his face as he picked up the ball next to you. ‘’Sorry, my friend has pretty bad aim’’ He chuckled.
‘’It’s fine’’ You said, waving it off with a smile, ‘’You’re Yunho, right?’’ you recognized him from the past years because who was able to forget his adorable smile and soft tone. Not to mention how incredibly handsome he is.
‘’You remember me?’’
‘’Of course I do, parties at your place were always the best’’ You smiled, making him laugh, recalling the good times of summer a few years ago.
‘’I actually have one again this Friday, wanna come? relive old times?’’ He asked, the guys behind him already waving for him to come back to resume the game.
‘’I’m not sure..’’ You trailed off. You had zero friends in this town, Yunho being the only one you slightly knew. So how would it be a good idea to go to a party yourself?
‘’It’s okay, you can come if you feel comfortable’’ He reassured, ‘’You know where I live, the party starts at 10’’ He added to which you nodded before he walked off with a wave. The eyes of the other guys were all on you, probably wondering about what the two of you were talking about.
You continued reading your book. They had moved a bit further so the chances of the volleyball hitting your face would be smaller. The ash blond’s eyes were still on you though, stealing glances every now and then. After a while, the churns of your stomach became louder, indicating that you probably need breakfast.
So you got up, taking your stuff before your phone started buzzing as you walked away.
‘’Mom?’’ You answered the call, putting your shoes back on.
‘’Honey, are you at the house? We’re waiting in front of the door’’ Your mom replied, making your eyes widen.
‘’You’re already here?! I’m at the beach but I’ll be there in a second’’ You replied as you started walking towards the house, enjoying the sunny weather on the way.
You sprinted towards them as your mom accepted you with open arms, squeezing you as you hugged her. It had been half a year since you saw her but it felt like years, same for your dad. When your mom broke from the hug, saying how much she missed you, you hugged your dad with the same energy. You were lucky to be this close to your parents, part of it being that they supported your every choice.
After moving your parent’s stuff in, you and your mom went to your aunt’s café for lunch (and your still not eaten breakfast) while your dad went out for drinks with his friends. You were still considering going to the party though, it was tomorrow night and Yunho’s house was only a block away.
‘’Why didn’t you let me know you were coming today?’’ You asked your mom, taking a bite out of your sandwich.
‘’We wanted to surprise you, but your habit of sleeping until 12 has disappeared’’ Your mom laughed. ‘’We thought you would be home’’
‘’The habit is still there, it was just way too hot this morning so I went to the beach while it was still early and quiet there’’ You said, ‘’Which reminds me, you remember Yunho right?’’
‘’Of course I do, why?’’
‘’He invited me to a party tomorrow night, but I don’t know if I should go’’ You sighed, your aunt taking a seat next to you as you snacked on the olives.
‘’I think you should, Yunho is a nice guy’’ Your aunt said, making you look at her confused ‘’What? He comes here often to get coffee’’
‘’I agree, see it as a way to make new friends’’ Your mom added, making you whine. They made you feel as if you didn’t know how to make friends at all, like this was a good ‘opportunity’ for a child to get to know more people. You were 22, it should be a blast to go to a party to drink and kiss random people. Your anxiety just got the best of you sometimes, plus being in a room of sweaty bodies can never come close to taking a relaxing night walk on the beach.
‘’I’m not a ten-year-old, I don’t need summer friends’’
‘’I’m leaving’’ You yelled before exiting the door and making your way over to Yunho’s house.
Your mom and aunt had convinced you to go, leaving you no choice as they practically gaslighted you into thinking this would actually be a good idea. You were wearing a summer dress, hair up in a high ponytail and make-up done perfectly matching your red dress.
When you arrived at the spot though, the anxiety made you almost turn around as you got to the realization that you actually don’t know anyone and the place was so crowded, it would probably take you 30 minutes to even get to Yunho.
You simply just made your way inside. Everyone was too busy with themselves to even consider your presence which was extremely annoying since you weren’t as nice as to say ‘excuse me’ to every human in your way. So you just shoved them to the side, until one shove particularly resulted in you bumping into someone, spilling the red drink all over his white shirt.
You gasped, your hand flying to your mouth as you looked at the stained shirt in horror.
‘’I am so sorry’’ You quickly said, spotting a napkin on the table and quickly grabbing it to wipe the spot without even looking at the stranger’s face. When you didn’t hear a reply, you looked up, meeting the dark brown eyes you were so mesmerized by in the diner yesterday.
Your mouth almost formed an ‘o’ in surprise as he just looked at you, no particular look on his face making you pull back immediately. You cocked your head in confusion as if you were having a staring contest with him. Why wasn’t he answering?
You waved your hand in front of his eyes. ‘’Are you okay?’’ you said, looking up at him with an apologetic smile.
‘’Have we met before?’’ He asked, low voice sounding so intoxicating as you barely heard him because of the loud music.
‘’I don’t think we have’’ You were still confused, did he even feel the drink sticking to his chest?
‘’You should clean your shirt before it stains. You pulled him with you, back to where you noticed the bathroom when you walked into the house. He simply followed you without saying a word.
You took a hand towel, wetting it with water before lifting his shirt and scrubbing the stain on it away as much as you could. Luckily, it was a small pink stain and it was almost unremarkable after a few more scrubs. You could only see the wet patch of the water, which would probably dry after a while.
‘’You ruined it’’
‘’Excuse me?’’ You raised your eyebrows.
‘’Watch where you’re going next time’’ He replied, not sparing you another glance as you almost laughed in his face because he couldn’t be serious. However, he already walked away from you, leaving you with a perplexed look on your face.
This was going to be a long night….
Part two
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