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slytherinshua · 1 year

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INFAMOUS TOGETHER

genre. secret agent au. rivals to lovers. exes. fluff at the end. warnings. mention a of bullet wound and sparring. profanity. kisses. pairing. taehyun x fem!reader. summary. what happens when you're put on a mission with the one person you're infamously known to not work with? wc. 3.3k. pt 2. reunited.

You wanted to smash multiple people’s heads in, as you stormed out of the meeting room. How could the Mission’s Officer put you with Taehyun?! Didn’t they know that you two could never work together?

You had done missions that required roleplay before. Taking on another identity and sticking to it flawlessly until the mission was complete. You were quite good at it. But when paired with Kang Taehyun, you doubt you could even pretend to be his friend, let alone his wife.

You wanted to rip the folder that your left hand was holding a little too tightly out of anger. You were to take the identity of “Lee Hwayoung”, an influential lady who everyone knew the name of in South Korea. Her fashion and beauty brands had spread to even overseas and were a massive success.

Taehyun was going to play the part of her husband “Park Suchan”. Together they were one of the richest couples of South Korea. They were on the guest list for a ball held by your target.

You were to use standard protocol: put the people to sleep and go in their stead, posing as them.

Luckily, it was a masquerade ball. You didn’t even need to get masks of their faces.

Taehyun would have to dye his hair blond, and you would have to flaunt a ridiculous dress. But a mission was a mission. Getting to your goal as quickly as possible so that you could be out of Taehyun’s company was your only goal at this point.

He seemed to be as displeased as you were, walking into the training room, the door slamming behind him.

You rolled your eyes, facing away from him while wrapping your hands to prepare for boxing.

He came up to you, glare apparent on his admittedly pretty face.

“Listen here y/n, we’re gonna get this over with as quickly as possible. My reputation is at stake with this mission. My dad’s gonna kill me for even being assigned on a mission with you. As if I chose this.”

He was angrier than you thought. Maybe that was a good thing. You’d rather he be angry at you than sweet. Everyone knew that you two were a disaster together.

Other agents had even made bets as to whether you two would ever be assigned on the same mission again. It was so unfathomable. Jung y/n, and Kang Taehyun were two people who just did not go together.

“You act as if I enjoy this. Trust me, I do not.” You stated firmly, mirroring his unpleasant facial expressions. “You know how those girls think they own you? They actually have the audacity to say ‘Taehyun is ours, so stay away from him’. I’ll work to protect your reputation if you put those girls in their place. It infuriates me more than anything. There’s not one day that I don’t want to punch them in the face.”

“I thought you stopped caring about me.” Taehyun said blankly.

“Oh don’t worry, I did.” You smiled icily, “Your existence only brings me annoyance and extra work.”

That was a lie. You didn’t mind all that much. Hell, just being still associated with him in some way gave you a certain pride. You didn’t know exactly how much you would do for Taehyun, but the limit was a hell of a lot higher than what you were doing right now.

“Spar?” You asked, facing him, the confidence exuding off of you. It left Taehyun breathless, though he wouldn’t admit it.

“You’ll regret it.” He quipped, cracking his knuckles and neck, before taking his stance.

There was a natural chemistry you two had, whether it was arguing or sparring… or both. You would fly a punch and insult at Taehyun, and he’d send one right back.

You both were a bit more annoyed than usual, and it showed in your sparring. Taehyun was making more tactical punches, and knocking you off your feet like his usual fighting style. He always fought with agility and swiftness rather than power.

You, on the other hand, were more rash as a result of your rage. You channelled your bad mood through your punches, watching as they very satisfyingly hit Taehyun. Though you wish it was that darned Mission’s Officer, or better yet, those girls.

You two were breathing heavily, though you both felt better after sparring. That was something you shared with him. Working out helped relieve stress better than most things.

Even though you should have finished 10 minutes ago, Taehyun was still going strong at you, which meant that you matched it, throwing punches with even more vigour than before.

You observed him wavering with one of his attacks and took the opportunity to trip him. He crashed to the floor, and you landed on top of him, faces just inches apart.

“Well, hello there.” You teased, sending him a smirk, while he was still breathing heavily with wide eyes due to the fact that you were suddenly so close. He was lucky he could pass off his blush as colour from working out and sweating, and not the presence of you.

He admitted defeat, exhaling a sharp breath, relaxing his body, and pushing you off of him. To be fair, you had pinned him for 3 seconds, so by standard sparring rules, you had won.

You left the room, leaving Taehyun to repeat the moment of having you so close over and over again in his head.

It had been almost 2 years, and he still felt bitter. He was surprised he still felt anything, given how much life his father had sucked out of him even as young as 3 years old.

“It’s not fair that she still looks this pretty… I would’ve won had she not-” he muttered, sighing again and falling back to the floor. His head became a mess whenever he even saw you in the hallway. He just couldn’t focus with you around.

“Let’s agree to never talk after this mission.” You said coldly, sitting down next to Taehyun in the train compartment.

“Fine. Try not to even show your face as well. It’s distracting.” He scowled, looking out the window.

You paused, deciding how to take that throwaway comment. You resolved to not think too much into it. Staying away from Taehyun was for the best anyway.

The train ride was almost completely silent. You didn’t talk. In fact, you barely looked at each other aside from a few spare glances.

The silence was more uncomfortable than awkward. You both felt like you ought to say something, but at the same time, neither of you were eager.

You both knew how to pull off the mission easily, you barely needed briefing for it or a plan for that matter. The mission itself seemed so easy, that you both wondered why you were going together in the first place. Who’s wonderful idea was it to put you two on the same mission?

You sat on the hotel bed, doing your makeup carefully. Even though you were going to be wearing a mask, you liked to be prepared, just in case. Makeup could conceal a lot, and with enough contouring, you could make yourself look a bit more like Lee Hwayoung.

Taehyun was in the bathroom dying his hair blond to look the part. You knew he would need help with it, and you wondered why he hadn’t asked for help yet.

You finished up your makeup, closing the palette with a snap. Sighing, you went up the bathroom door and knocked, “Taehyun, I know you need help. Let me come in and help you.”

After a few seconds, a reluctant turn of the lock was heard and you stepped into the bathroom where he was.

He had admittedly gotten better at dying his hair. He’d had to sport red hair for a past mission you had been on together 2 years ago. You had helped him with it amongst giggles and jokes about ruining his precious scalp forever.

You used to long and wish for those times back. You would give anything to just relive the happiest moments of your life with him. But now, you were stubborn in convincing yourself that you were over him.

You exchanged glances quietly, before you walked to the counter and put gloves on. You took the bleach, dye, and toner, squirting some out onto your gloved hand and turning to Taehyun.

You sat on the countertop to be able to reach his head better, and distributed the bleach to any parts he had been unable to get.

He kept silent with his emotionless expression on his face. Only his eyes reflected what he was feeling, and you could read them all too well. He was thinking about how familiar this should feel, and yet the warm familiarity was stripped away, replaced by cold loneliness.

He closed his eyes, focusing on the movements of your hands on his head and letting his mind wander to the past.

“Taehyun, I can’t help you unless you turn around.”

“But then I can’t look at you.”

“You can look at me once you have your red hair.” You urged, getting the stubborn boy to turn around and let you dye his hair.

“Why is this relaxing? It feels like you’re giving me a head massage.” He told you, smiling and resisting the urge to turn around just to look at your beautiful face one more time.

“You’re gonna look so pretty with red hair.”

“I thought you liked my natural hair?”

“You could pull off any colour perfectly, have you seen your face?” You laughed, “Okay, I’m done with this part.”

Taehyun turned around immediately, and you looked at him disappointedly.

“I didn’t say you could turn around, cutie.”

“Can I just have 1 kiss, though?”

“1?”

“2?” He offered.

“3.” You proposed, making him giggle.

“3.” He said contentedly, soon bring his lips up to meet yours.

Taehyun exhaled unsteadily. ‘Pull off the mission. Don’t get lost over what happened in the past.’ His brain persuaded.

You soon finished with the dying. Telling Taehyun to wait until he could wash his hair.

It was 6:48, almost 10 minutes until you needed to go to the party, and complete your mission. Taehyun was looking handsome as ever in his tuxedo and blond hair that looked like it was done by a professional.

You were putting on your elegant black gown for the party, zipping it up quickly, and stepping out of the bathroom.

“Let’s go-“ Taehyun cut himself off upon seeing you. He didn’t do it intentionally, but his brain short circuited after he saw you in that dress. You were the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen.

He hoped he didn’t make it too obvious how his heart had immediately sped up upon your entrance.

This was a work mission. He wasn’t supposed to get distracted by you. As soon as this was all over, he could forget about you again; with his reputation still intact, and the higher ups impressed by him once again.

“Yes.” You nodded coldly, “Let’s go.”

You were admittedly mad at Taehyun. You couldn’t help it. He hadn’t said more than 4 words together in a sentence to you the whole day. You wished for him to just say something, anything that sounded like him. Not this emotionless, clone-like version of him… but him - Kang Taehyun who you knew so well.

You arrived at the mansion after studying the floor plan in the limousine. It was almost laughably easy to navigate through the house. Even with guards there, you would pull off the mission without fail.

You waved to other party attendees as if you knew them. They were all rich, important business people, who were definitely acquainted with Lee Hwayoung and her husband.

As the party went on, you both layed low. Or you tried to. A group of people came up to you for a conversation, and you had to hurriedly whisper to Taehyun to start acting a little more like your “husband”.

This ended with his arm around your waist - another piece of nostalgia that hit you both a little harder than you thought it would. But with his acting skills, Taehyun was the last suspicious person at this party.

As the party grew a little quieter, you and Taehyun exchanged knowing looks and both went your separate ways to finish the mission. It was time to kill the target.

It was going perfectly. Your target in question was drunk and unguarded. With a quick shot of your gun, he was dead on the floor.

Taehyun soon came into view, giving you the signal that there was a safe way out of the mansion. You followed him out, keeping your head low and advancing quietly. Your mission would be complete once you exited the mansion safely without getting caught.

It wasn’t until you had gotten outside that things went a little wrong. The guards at the gate caught sight of you, and they were skilled at their job.

There were 4 of them against the 2 of you. It was definitely manageable. You took on 2 each, trying to just injure them and get away. Your code of conduct stated that no unplanned casualties were to happen on any mission unless a serious threat occurred.

Taehyun knocked one of the guards to the ground, battling the other in hand-to-hand combat. You switched off fighting your two guards, your swift movements being no match for them.

Your attention was drawn to one of the guards who you could see sneaking behind Taehyun with your peripheral vision. You quickly knocked out the guard in front of you, running to Taehyun before he got ambushed.

But it was a trap.

The guard wasn’t actually going for Taehyun, but for you. As soon as he saw you coming, he turned towards you and lifted his gun.

You grabbed your own gun as a reaction, ready to shoot before he did, but you were half a second too late.

A chilling sound was heard, and Taehyun’s heart dropped.

“Y/n-” Taehyun looked back in horror, a bullet piercing through your shoulder unexpectedly. You shot the guard who had fired at you before dropping to the ground in pain.

Enraged, Taehyun kicked off the guard he was fighting, shooting him expertly in the chest and running to where you were.

“I’m fine-” You said stubbornly, more concerned about Taehyun than the state of your bleeding chest.

“You are not fine. Shut up.” He crouched down, looking at your wound with worry.

“Why are you doing this?” You asked, half hurt by it. He was acting like the old Taehyun all of a sudden. Apparently all you had to do was take a bullet to your shoulder, and a switch would magically go off in him. It was completely baffling, and it brought back memories you wished to forget.

“Because I still fucking care about you. Didn’t you hear me when I said shut up!?”

“You’re unbelievable.” You huffed, wincing only a little from the pain.

Taehyun looked around quickly, “Let’s go, it’s clear.”

“How far is it to the hotel? We don’t have a car.” You asked, immediately knowing what Taehyun was thinking, and not liking it.

“About 5 miles to a hospital. I can run.”

You winced again, “Fuck- why do bullet wounds hurt so much, that’s inconvenient.”

Taehyun’s attention went back to you faster than you could blink. He stared at you with a mix of concern, adoration, and sadness - wondering how you could joke about a situation like this. You got shot, and he was more worried than he had ever been in his life. But here you were joking about the pain being “inconvenient”.

“Let’s just get you to a hospital.” He said quietly, hiding how hurt he was that he let you get shot. He picked you up to carry you on his back, carefully placing your arms to hang over his shoulder without disturbing the bullet wound.

You were losing consciousness, and Taehyun knew it, which added to his concerns and worries ten fold. You passed out soon after from the blood loss. It alarmed Taehyun so much he was fighting back scared tears. He ran faster, if that was even possible. His only goal was to get you to the hospital safely. He needed to make sure you would be okay.

You woke up to blinding white lights of what looked like a hospital room. You squinted, trying to get your eyes to adjust to the lights, but ultimately failing and closing them again.

You couldn’t feel any pain at all, which alarmed you a bit. You knew you had been shot - you felt the bullet pierce through your skin and gift you the worst possible pain you’ve ever experienced. So why didn’t you feel anything now? Were you dead?

“You’re awake?” You heard his voice, and you forced yourself to open your eyes again. You wanted to look at him. You wanted to be sure he was actually there.

You felt the lights dim a bit, your eyes still being closed, and you felt like crying. He had dimmed the lights for you. You blinked your eyes open successfully this time. They were a bit watery from Taehyun’s thoughtful actions, but you couldn’t help it.

You soon found it very difficult to move, which frustrated you. You wanted to sit up so you could see Taehyun, if he was actually there.

You saw an IV hooked up to your hand, and you assumed it was pumping the anaesthesia medication. No wonder you felt numb.

“Here, wait-” You heard him walk up to the bed and push a button, making the headboard of the bed lift up to a sitting up position.

And finally you could see him. He adorned a light blue hoodie that made him look warm and soft and cute. You just wanted to stare at him forever. You didn’t even notice that you started to tear up until Taehyun’s face turned worried. He reached forward to wipe away the tear that escaped your eye.

“Please don’t cry. Please.” He whispered, the desperation in his voice crushing your heart. You sniffed back your tears and nodded, holding onto his hand that was still near your cheek.

“What happened after I got shot?” You asked in a soft voice that contrasted your usual confident self so harshly. Even just the tone of your voice made Taehyun worried.

“I ran to the hospital after you passed out from blood loss. A-and, you got surgery.” Taehyun gulped, looking down. “I was here the entire time. I didn’t leave the room, not even for a minute. Even when the nurses told me to, I refused. I didn’t want to leave you…” He admitted.

“Were you really that worried?”

“What kind of question is that?” He choked out, feeling guilty that he had been so cold all this time that now you thought he wouldn’t worry about you.

“You seem like the old Taehyun right now…”

“The old Taehyun?” He asked, even though his brain immediately knew what you were talking about.

You nodded, “The Taehyun I love. The Taehyun who loves me back. The Taehyun who worries about me and thinks about m-”

His lips interrupted you, kissing you with a longing that made your heart ache in your chest.

“I’m still that Taehyun. I never stopped.” His eyes held all the sincerity in the world, as a few tears slid down his cheek. You swiped them away like he had done just minutes ago. “I still love you, y/n.”

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idolomantises · 1 year

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“I can’t wait for silksong to come out and all the hornet/lace shippers find out they hate each other”

#txt #I don’t want them to be wholesome lesbians it’s HOLLOW KNIGHT #I want my girls to be haters. enemies to lovers. the pining. the hating. the sexy swordplay.#it would be nice if it had hornet slowly grow to like lace and the two of them bonded or came to a mutual understanding #but if they’re rivals the whole time that’s fine too. I love it when girls fight.

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writingzen · 2 years

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FOUR EYES ♡‧ ⁺彡

✧ Summary: you absolutely hated Choi Yeonjun. Which of course doesn’t bother him cause he hates you just as much, but recently things have started to change. You were starting to like the feeling of yeonjun being by your side and even started taking up on his going out to eat together offers. Literally yesterday you both were arguing with each other about who’s smarter but now here you guys are arguing alongside eachother and he doesn’t even know why.

✧ Info: academic college rivals with yeonjun. (Rivals to lowkey friends stage, might be crushing) The reader wears glasses.

✧ Warning: mentions of drinking, a four eyes joke (I also wear glasses 🙃) cursing, and the reader is pretty stubborn. If you find more please let me know.

✧ A/N: Hey guys!!! I know, it’s been a long minute, but I honestly didn’t really have the energy to write. I have been going through a lot recently, but things are started to be okay. So, I decided to write this. Sorry if there are any errors in it. I truly hope you enjoy it and if you have any requests or want a part two. Please tell me! Thank you and have a great day my loves!! 🥰

You don’t know what to even think of him at this point. Just yesterday you both were getting at eachothers necks, answering every question you could before him, but now here you are, arguing with the manager of the restaurant with yeonjun right by your side. He didn’t even question you much before he started yelling, again, only knowing very little about the situation. I mean he did just come out the restroom to hear your voice loudly yelling at some man.

“Why is it so expensive?! It’s just tteokbeoki” you yelled back at the manager of the restaurant.

Though you were yelling with every nerve in your body, you do have to admit. It was stupid. You truly have no clue why you were arguing about something so small in the first place. It’s just everything has truly been upsetting you lately and you’ve even started having these weird feelings in your stomach. You don’t know if it’s the low grade you got on the test last week or if it’s the fact that you were started to feel okay with yeonjun being with you 24/7 or maybe, it’s both. Either way, it’s frustrating, but not that’s that any excuse. You were finally going to calm yourself down with some tteokbeoki that yeonjun offered to buy you, just to find out the price was raised way too high. It’s was honestly absurd, why so high for something that would normally be so cheap?

“We already stated why on the windows! We are raising money to donate to charity!” He shouted back, his finger pointing at the poster that clearly stated what he just said.

Shit

You both stop in your tracks, taking a second to just stare at the poster plastered on the outside window. Your gaze fixed on the poster and nothing else, not knowing what to do or say next as embarrassment rushed through your body, your cheeks tinting a bright shade of red.

Yeonjun turned to you before whisper-yelling, feeling just as embarrassed as you.

“Why didn’t you tell me!”

You opened your mouth to respond, but no words escaped, you couldn’t even build up a simple “Im sorry”, feeling way too pathetic to even be alive right now.

His body turned to face the manager, taking his attention with him, not even waiting a second longer for your response before bowing in a 90 degree angle.

“I’m really sor-“

“WHY DIDNT YOU MAKE IT MORE OBVIOUS!”

You interrupted, voice louder then when you were originally yelling, you were already too into the argument, you knew it was wrong but there’s no going back.

“Stop!” Yeonjun whisper-shouting at you before taking a hold of your wrist, pulling you away. “I am so so-stop-sorry” you continue yelling, losing any self of dignity left in you as he drags your away, arms now wrapped around your waist. “Again, I am-y/n-sorry. This will never-y/n stop-happen aga-ow-again. Thank you”

After what seemed like would be forever to just pull you out of the stupid restaurant and the embarrassing situation you both put yourselves into, you were both successfully out with many eyes still fixed on you, judgement written all over there faces and they had every reason to.

“Why the fuck did you argue about that?! What the hell is wrong with you?!”

You sighed, voice coming in a mumble “He should have made it notic-“

“Y/n!”

“You think I would have argued with him in the first place if I have seen the posters! I was just mad and I-I didn’t think it through” You admitted, arguing back, not even able to look him in the eyes, resulting to you turning to the side, gaze stick to the road.

Now it’s his turn to sigh, he didn’t want to be mad at you and if we’re really being honest he knew he could never be mad at you in the first place. Even after everything, you could honestly put him through worse and he still wouldn’t be able to be mad at you.

“Jesus. Use your four eyes for once and actually look and think before speaking” he scolded you before you feel the weight of his arm around your shoulder.

Confused at the sudden contact, you question “What are you doi-“ before you could finished your sentence, his arm then wrapped around your neck, pulling you close enough to be eye level with his stomach. A classical headlock, a move you both tended to do on eachother whenever you could, it was just who could get to who first.

He rubbed your head with his knuckles causing a slight pain, but not enough to cause serious hurt as he started walking.

“Ow! yeonjun I swear to god!” You hit at him trying to get yourself free from his torture.

“Okay okay, it’s getting late. So let’s get drinks quickly and head back. I’ll walk you to your dorm” he said finally freeing your from his grasp, but not before rubbing your head lightly as his apology.

You pushed his hand away before fixing your now messy hair. Glaring at him before speaking again “you’re paying”

“I never said I wasn’t, four eyes.” He spoke before pushing up your glasses, a grin plastered on his face as a slight chuckle escaped his lips.

You hate to admit it, but

He kind of cute

-D

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buttersmama · 8 months

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PROLOGUE

In the halls of Lincoln High, an unspoken rivalry thrived between two minds. Yn, a diligent student with a thirst for academic excellence, who had spent years tirelessly working to maintain his position at the top of the class. Beomgyu, on the other hand, relied on his natural charm, good looks, and innate intelligence to captivate everyone around him.

Their rivalry was a secret battle of wits and pride, hidden behind taunts, smirks, and an occasional clash of ideals. known throughout the school as the student council’s most formidable duo, Beomgyu the charismatic president, and Yn the astute vice president.

As they entered their senior year, an unexpected challenge loomed on the horizon. Mrs. Richard, their teacher and mentor, had decided to entrust them with a crucial task: organizing the upcoming student council elections. The catch was that they had to work together, setting aside their fierce competition for the sake of the school’s future leaders.

This decision would thrust Yn and Beomgyu into a new realm of collaboration, sparking a series of encounters that neither of them anticipated. Beneath the rivalry, beneath the witty banter and the pride, lay a connection that neither could deny. As they navigated the difficulties of organizing the election, their lives would become intertwined in ways they could have never even imagined.

This is the story of Yn and Beomgyu, two academic rivals who would discover that the line between love and rivalry is thin indeed, and sometimes, the heart has its own agenda.

m.list next

This is one of my most dedicated works, I hope y'all like it. The fox is still in progress and i have already written 5 chapters ahead but I think I'll view the enthusiasm of the crowd and then slowly post them one by one!

I hope you all truly like it

[chapter 1 will be posted shortly]

#txt #tomorrow by together #txt post #txt x male reader #txt x reader #male reader #txt yeonjun #txt beomgyu #choi beomgyu x male reader #highschool #academic rivals to lovers #rivals to lovers #dreamy

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tune-a-tyun · 10 months

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enemy spotted! taehyun x fem!reader ✿ teaser ✿

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pairing: taehyun x fem!reader

genre: fluff/angst, academic rivals to lovers

warnings: taehyun being kinda toxic to his own self ig??? intense simping tbh

word count: 885 words

a/n: lmao, i haven't even started writing the premise for this but i just couldn't resist! this will prolly be released as a one-shot? english is not my first language, i apologise for any mistakes and/or typos. this is just a test run tbh.

quite honestly speaking, taehyun didn't hate you that much. or at least, that's what he liked to believe.

your sudden intrusion into his private life had not warranted your subsequent constant presence. and yet, here you were, lolling around on the cramped kitchen counter as he made hot chocolate to calm both of your bodies from the near hypothermic collapse you two went through in the past couple of hours.

he truly did not hate you, but the annoyance in his queasy guts was a bit hard to ignore when you were constantly spitting out chides and snide remarks on his technique of stirring a pot full of hot liquid, or his lack of knowledge of the correct timing to add the milk, or his inefficiency at equalising the portions in two separate utensils and concocting them separately to affirm to both of your individual preferences; you had proclaimed to be likely catch a severe case of diabetes if his cup of overly-sweetened hot chocolate lay within even a foot of your radius. taehyun was only putting up with your antics because he was your host.

and because you had those dumb puppy eyes.

indeed, both of you eyes shone with the thanksgiving decorations his parents had dutifully arranged around the living area, and taehyun spotted fairy lights behind the cabinets projected in your glittering pupils. your hands' warmth that burned through his puffy pullover and seeped down to every single tingling cell of his arms when you held them to better guide the stirring pan, your foggy breath -- a combination of the teeth-rotting gummy bears you had shared with him on the bus and peppermint -- tickled his shivering neck, thighs playing aggressive footsie to knock him off his stool while he grabs the mugs from the lower cabinets, finger flicks against his shoulder which cut into his blades as you scrambled to wrestle him for the disney-princess moana cup for yourself. your broken chuckle and a little gasp sent taehyun into a spiral about your cute little lips puckering at him...about your lip and skincare routine, nothing else.

you waved the little mug under his grumpy nose even as the sight of your wispy baby hair tickled taehyun's throat and your sweet--- no, weird nose scrunch imitated itself in his heart. you irritated him so much that his nerves hadn't calmed down even after you two had flung yourself out of the blizzard and into the comfort of his heated home.

"wow," taehyun muttered, raising his (in your opinion, unfortunately) perky cupid's bow. "i really do hate you."

instead of replying, you just handed him the chipped mug with his poison of choice, just flashing a toothy grin. "ah! good job, genius," you remarked when he spilled it a little bit while taking it from your pink hands.

taehyun could not possibly hate you more in that moment. he witnessed you morph your mouth into that galling pout and pull out frays from his dog-eared early-season woollen pullover and his heart trekked its way to his throat. he saw you take an experimental sip and sink back into the cushioned stool with the lulling comfort it brought, and he went through a physical battle to remember how to breathe. he heard you mumble a tiny, "thank you," with eyes shut and you lazily pulling the stack of worksheets on differential equations taehyun had offered to help you in towards yourself...and with no warning, his ears rang with a soaring wind and he was left speechless.

speechless because a racing, bubbling, overwhelming and tickling sensation had begun from his toes to your chipped nail-paint, from his buck teeth to your awkward fringe tucked away beside you ear, from the unopened sachet of instant coffee resting next to the milk carton to his own trembling lips, your hands fumbling to grab a pen from his limp hands, from the tick-tock-tick-tock of the ever speeding clock to his dizzying vision, from your blushing cheeks when he pulls his stool closer to yours and started pouring over the graphs - to his arm arranged precariously by the helm of your shoulder, from you sparking pencil-box to the deadening college applications on his desk upstairs, mysteriously unfilled.

and then he stopped floating. instead of the cloudy sensation, now wave after wave knocked him out. he was on the ocean floor, gazing through his prickling eyes and piercing pain in chest as he gasped for oxygen, blue water above him, his shoulder distancing the two of you, your questioning look at him for snatching the sheet of his notes away from your hands, dark, murky water around him. he had set off to study in his own room and he was thrashing, the suffocating instinct pooling all the ice from the snow outside to his heart inside, his legs pumping to climb the stairs, black, black, black storm all around him. it was okay; he had a plan. your voice called after him as his slammed him door and pulled out his stationery. your incessant knocks on his doors and his insistence that he wasn't going to teach you jack-shit from his notes echoed through the house.

your thundering silence and noiseless steps down to the living area. your exit leaving a tensing chill across his clavicle.

it all annoyed him.

anyway, he was going to go to a good college. and in reality, he really just hated you.

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#taehyun x reader #txt x reader #taehyun fanfic #kang taehyun #tomorrow x together #highschool au #rivals to lovers #txt taehyun #txt #enemy spotted! -- ❆

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cultofdionysusnet · 1 year

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ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- Ficrec Week 2: Rivals/Enemies To Lovers

ATEEZ

just friends. by @baekhvuns (M)

work less, play hard by @deedeekpop

14~ Hate Sex/Breath Play: J. WY by @sanjoongie (M)

Good Kisser by @sosappyjoos (M)

egg tarts. by @yeochikin

can't stand you by @domjaehyun (M)

Stray Kidz

"Rivals/enemies getting angry whenever someone else talks badly about the other." by @jl-micasea-fics (M, no smut)

Inure by @maaaaaatryoshka0325

Tomorrow X Together

Others

#cultofdionysusnet #ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- Fanfiction Recommendations #CoDN Week 2 #Enemies to Lovers AU #enemies to lovers au #enemies to lovers #Rivals To Lovers AU #rivals to lovers au #rivals to lovers #ateez #stray kids #txt

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kaesficrecarchive · 9 months

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[yeonjun x soobin]

office shenanigan's by thebluesthour (1/1 | 5,311 | G)

soobin has let his rivalry with his workplace enemy yeonjun go on for far too long, so he finally puts an end to it

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#yeonbin fic rec #yeonbin #yeonjun x soobin #txt #one shot #t: office au #t: rivals to lovers #t: enemies to lovers #wc: <10k #c: kpop #rpf

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devoti · 7 months

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anyways if anyone crossed off yuuji it's on sight

#txt's (－‸ლ)#YES SAE !!!! HOW COULD YOU !!!!!!!!! (the beginning of our rivals to lovers arc starts!)#jjk #best boy he's my baby boy MY BABGYY

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bawdza · 1 year

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Doomed relationships are great. Unresolvable rivalries, sacrifice for the safety of the other. Just, not being destined to the point of genuine love turning hostile

#just thoughts #yeah enemies to lovers are great #and maybe lovers to rivals #but rivals to lovers to enemies #these arent aimed towards any canon ship #but sagebean maybe #I WANT MORE NARRATIVES WHERE PETTINESS EVOLVES INTO SOLEMN BITTERNESS #IM DONE FEELING LIKE A THIRDWHEEL I WANT TO BE AT THE DIVORCE HEARING #.txt

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lyriumsings · 2 years

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the mandalorian teaser watered my crops and ended my depression between that stranger things and obi wan i finally have stuff to think about outside of my shitty life

#mandalorian #i’m petty so i hope mando gets with bo katan actually #like if she were a man all the fetishers would be jumping at the rivals to lovers of it all #here’s hoping they pull a loki #i have so many stranger things thoughts i could fill a book #but all i can do rn is just stare at the wall knowing #i have to wait until july for the rest #lyriumsings txt #spoilers

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arisushanti · 2 years

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so there’s this guy acquaintance i have where our dynamic is just constantly bickering and taunting each other, to the point where half the discord (and myself) is convinced we actually despise each other

i met him for the first time in person today… and he’s *sighs*.. h-he’s… he’s kindaaaaaaaaaa ahahaaaa

#my friends are giving me a ride and i’m in the backseat like #’okay guys i know that he’s like HIM yknow but hear me out’#and they’re like ‘god can you not want to fuck one of our friends for like two seconds please’#like it’s not my fault i was conditioned to this enemies to lovers bullshit #like hello pizza pizza i’d like to order a large rivals to lovers with a side of friends to lovers #personal #txt #enemies to lovers #rivals to lovers #but like im not getting with him im acc not no way im not gonna nuh uh nope

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killjpeg-reblogs · 2 years

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i need to rewatch toh properly cuz i had it on bg mostly and ive missed so much stuff

#txt #ben dont look #had NO clue about alador and darius being school besties apparently #sign me up for friends to lovers to exes to rivals to friends to lovers

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buttersmama · 8 months

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HEYY IF POSSIBLE CAN YOU WRITE AN ENEMIES TO LOVERS FIC WITH HUKAI AND A MALE READER (School AU if possible 😞) THANK YOUU 😘‼️

OMG YES I WAS JUST THINKING ABOUT WRITING ACADEMIC RIVALS TO LOVERS BUT DIDN'T KNOW WHO TO INCLUDE!!! YOU'RE A LIFE SAVER

#txt x reader #male reader #academic rivals to lovers

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musingmixtape · 4 months

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✧ closed starter for @chklruza

“Well, aren't you the greatest thing to ever exist?”

#lacy by olivia is extremely belinda coded if u ask me #so i'm thinking she can be tipsy n acting all in love when they're supposed to be just friends OR maybe it's an ironic comment #if u wanna go for enemies/rivals to lovers #txt. belinda yeoh.#chklruza

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tacticalhimbo · 5 months

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[sigh] it's that time again. i reinstalled gr: breakpoint. i'm going to become brain rotted about toni and walker-

#txt #LISTEN I JUST #THEM!!!#it's such a good fucking dynamic #friends to lovers to rivals #MMMM YUMMYYYY #pls ask me stuff abt them 🥺🥺🥺 i'll love you forever ♡#also bc my hard drive shat itself imma get more virtual photography of her / them i #in*

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gyumimiz · 1 year

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the 1. | cyj | 3. you chasing me

Your last class of the day has just finished and the only thing you can think about is getting back home and getting a nap. But it is Thursday, and every Thursday since now, you’ll have the tutoring lessons in the academy you’ve been trying to get into for the last two years. And this year, you’ve finally succeeded.

You roll your eyes, thinking about the fact you won’t be home by 9 pm. It’s going to be long, long 3 hours of studying. You wave goodbye at Beomgyu and Chaer and take the opposite direction towards the academy.

When the three of you were walking through the school’s yard, you noticed Yeonjun walking a few steps behind you. Unfortunately, he is walking behind you also now. With the expensive-looking headphones on, he probably didn’t even notice you.

You walk down the aisle, turn right, then left, and there you are, at the bus stop, doing your best to hide from him by standing behind the corner of the building. Of course, it’s not like you two would start talking if he happened to notice you. You probably never even spoke two words to him in those two years of being in the same class. Especially now, you could never do that. You are still angry about the fact he took your place on the list, but the more you think about it, the dumber you feel. At the end of the day, it is all your fault. You should have studied more, there’s nothing more to discuss. And you already promised yourself, that you being “the second”, will never ever happen again.

Your bus arrives. He gets in.

Red alarm, you think. All right, now he’ll notice me for sure.

When you are searching for a place to sit, you two make eye contact for a second. He brakes it by looking back at his phone. Good for you, he doesn’t care.

It gets even more suspicious when the both of you get off at the same bus stop. Again, you are walking in the same direction and you stop at the same pedestrian crossing. You two cross the street and that’s when he stops and turns around.

“So now, you’re chasing me?” he says, clearly pissed off. You just stare at him with a confused look on your face. You’re so caught off guard, suddenly, you forget how to speak. “You stare at me in class as if I did something horrible and now this?” he asks.

“Why would I chase you?” you shrug and shake your head, still not believing what you’ve just heard him say.

“You’re clearly obsessed with your grades. I don’t know what else is going on in your head”

A quiet laugh leaves your mouth. You still look at him in disbelief.

“Look, I just want to get to my academy and not be late. I don’t really care what you think about me, so let’s just spare this conversation” you reply and pass him by, thinking there’s nothing left to say, but it’s not. You face him again, as you clench your fists in your pockets, trying hard to seem confident “But actually… Yes I am obsessed with my grades. And it doesn’t make me a psycho or anything. I looked at you but it wasn’t “jealousy” type of look, it was more of a “how did he manage to beat me when I’ve always been the best” type of look. And I admit it, you did. But the next exams will come and we’ll see.”

“Yep, I’ll wink at you from the top” he says confidently as if he suddenly enjoyed the idea of the competition.

You just stare at him for a few seconds more. His hair is being blown by the cold wind and his face, which you really hate looking at, looks even more annoying now. At first, you’re thinking about talking back something mean, but then you just decide to keep it cool. You turn around and begin to walk away while checking the time on your phone. You need to run if you don’t want to be late.

You arrive one minute before 4 pm. You’re almost late. The only spare desk is right next to teacher’s. You sit there and take out your notebook and textbooks, still breathing heavily and awkwardly tucking your hair behind your ear.

You notice someone sitting next to you. You’re about to open your mouth and say: hi my name is y/n. Nice to meet you. But then you realize it’s Choi Yeonjun.

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