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mmmm high school au!woozi ??

omg i am so sorry how late this is but i hope you forgive me

How do I say this: you and Jihoon did not get along - at all. He was quick to anger and so were you, plus you two were always arguing over who was right and wrong almost all the time. Unfortunately, you two shared almost every class together, which made it that much harder to avoid him. At least you two sat on opposite sides of the room.

Which is why you’re suprised one day when the art teacher announces that she’ll be assigning partners instead of letting the students choose, and to you and Jihoon’s luck, you two have been paired together.

Begrudgingly, you went to sit by Jihoon, dragging your feet the entire time. He just looked at you as you sat in front of him. “Why did we have to be paired together?” You muttered.

“I’m not happy about this either, and you better not slack on purpose. I don’t want my grade to go down because of your idiocy.”

You glared at him. “I’m not going to! You better not either.” Then you blinked. “What’s the assignment anyway? I wasn’t listening.”

He sighed heavily. “Of course you weren’t. We have to draw a portrait of each other.”

You watched as he opened his sketch pad, putting his pencil to paper. “You’d better not make me ugly on purpose.”

“Don’t worry; I’ll be sure to capture your average looks in this drawing,” he said, to which you rolled your eyes at.

After class, you and Jihoon decided to meet in the art room on the days when the art club wasn’t meeting to work on the project after school. Today happened to be one of those days, so once the school day was over, you headed to the art room.

Jihoon was already there, sitting in the same spot as earlier. You walked over to him and sat in the stool across from him. “You go ahead and draw me first,” he told you.

“Sure.” Taking out your sketch pad and pencil, you looked up to find him staring at you. “Um, what?”

“What do you mean, ‘what’? I’m supposed to stay still for you to draw me.”

You rolled your eyes. “I know that! I just want to know why you’re just weirdly staring at me.”

“Well what else am I supposed to do?” he asked.

“I don’t know, like do your homework or something. Do you want your portrait to be just you staring straight ahead with those soulless eyes of yours?”

He glared at you, but pulled out a notebook from his backpack anyway. “Fine, suit yourself. Just don’t mess up.”

“I won’t, I won’t.”

Now, the room fell silent, the only sounds being your pencil sliding across the paper and Jihoon’s pen scribbling over his. You studied Jihoon; he wasn’t bad-looking. In fact, he was pretty handsome, and you felt that he would be popular if he wasn’t so prickly all the time. You took in how the warm sunlight fell on his face, making his skin glow and how smooth his hands looked as he wrote, but they were also attractive with how defined his knuckles were.

You didn’t realize how obsorbed you were with staring at him that when his eyes suddenly flickered up to meet yours, your heart skipped. “W-What?” you stuttered.

“Your hand stopped moving.” His eyebrows furrowed. “Is something the matter? Your face is red.”

“I’m fine!” You exclaimed before looking back down at your sketch pad. His portrait was turning out nicely, the only thing left was to make it more detailed and defined.

He glanced at the clock on the wall. “Well, it is getting kind of late. Let’s end it here.”

You watched as he packed up his bag and walked out the door, giving a small goodbye wave to you on the way out.

Ever since that day, you noticed every thing you never did before about Jihoon. How handsome he is, how nice his voice sounded, how nice he smelled whenever he would lean in a bit while you two talked.

And most of all, how everything about him made your heart race.

As you sat in the art room, waiting for Jihoon, who was having a meeting with the history teacher, you thought about your feelings. How did this happen? Why are you feeling all nervous around him when just a couple weeks before, you couldn’t stand him? The worst thing of all is that you don’t know what he’s thinking. He doesn’t seem to feel any differently, since he always treats you the same as before, although his snarky remarks towards you have decreased. Maybe you were just over-thinking things, maybe these feelings will go away once this project ends!

“Spacing out again?” Jihoon’s voice asked, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“Um, yeah. Sorry.”

“It’s fine,” he said as he opened his sktech book. “Go ahead and do your thing while I finish up my drawing.”

You two had decided not to show each other the portraits until both were finished. Your portrait of Jihoon was done, and you were worried about what he might think about it. In your drawing, it was him writing in his notebook. You ended up asking him what he was writing one day, finding out that he wrote lyrics.

“Could I read it?” you had asked him.

He narrowed his eyes. “Why? So you could make fun of it?”

“Of course not! I’m just curious. Please, can I read it?”

He sighed as he handed it over to you. The first thing you noticed was his neat handwriting, but what stood out to you was how well-written the lyrics were. They were lyrics that made you feel a little sad, but as you kept reading, you got the message of the song: things may be hard now, but if you keep pushing foward, you’ll eventually get to a place where everything is alright.

“You’ve been quiet for a while,” he said, breaking the silence in the room. “What do you think?”

You looked up at him and smiled. “I really like it. You’re really good! I never knew. Can I read more another day?”

His eyes widened a bit before he looked away, scratching the back of his neck. “Sure, I’ll bring some of my other works with me next time.” You could have sworn you saw a bit of pink dust his cheeks, but you brushed it off. There’s no way Jihoon would be blushing, right?

Now, Jihoon announced that he’s finished with his drawing. “So, let me see how you did with the drawing of me,” he said.

You pulled out your sketch pad and opened it up to the drawing. “Listen, before I show you, I want you to promise you won’t laugh or get angry.”

His eyes narrowed. “Don’t tell me you really did mess around with this assignment?”

“No!” you exclaimed. “Gah, never mind! Here!”

You thrust the sketch pad at him and he took it, handing you his own with his other hand. Nervously, you grabbed his sketch pad before slowly looking down at the portrait he had drawn of you.

It was beautiful.

You didn’t even recognize yourself at first; you thought he had handed you a drawing of a competely different person. But, sure enough, it was you. You were staring out the window, your chin resting in the palm of your hand. Jihoon was able to capture even the smallest details of your face. Your eyes sparkled from the sunlight, your expression peaceful.

Looking up, you were about to say something to him, only to stop when you saw the look on his face. He stared down your drawing of him, his expression unreadable. Scared, you hesitantly called his name. “J-Jihoon?” you said.

He seemed to snap out of his thoughts. “What?” he asked.

“Oh, nothing. Just… what do you think?”

Instead of answering you, he abruptly stood up from his seat, the stool’s legs scratching against the floor. Pushing your sketch pad back to you, he grabbed his off the table and shoved it into his bag. “I have to go now. See you.”

“Wait!” you called after him. However, he didn’t turn around and disappeared out the door.

Without thinking, you quickly stood up and chased after him. He hadn’t gotten far, so you quickly caught up to him and grabbed his arm. “I said, wait!” you shouted. “What’s your problem? Why did you just leave?” He kept his head turned away from you, only angering you further. “Listen, if you didn’t like my drawing, you could of at least said it instead of just walking out of the room like that.”

“I didn’t not like it,” he finally said. He turned to face you, and your were surprised to see the soft expression on his face. “I was just surprised. I didn’t know how to react, so I left.”

“What do you mean, ‘surprised’?” you asked. “At how bad it was? I mean, I know I’m not the best artist but-”

“It wasn’t bad,” he cut you off. “It was far from bad. You did a really good job. I was shocked at how good it was.”

“So then why did you just randomly walk off after seeing it?”

“Because… I didn’t want you to see my reaction,” he mumbled. Confused at first, you peered closely at his face. That’s when you noticed the slight blush on his cheeks and how shy his expression is.

In response, your own face turned red. “Oh.”

“Oh?” His eyes narrowed. “I said all that embarrassing stuff and that’s all you have to say?”

“Well, honestly, I don’t know what to say.” You laughed. “I’m just glad you liked it. I was so scared you wouldn’t.”

“Why?” he asked. “I would have liked anything you came up with.”

You heart sped up. “What do you mean?”

He stared at you. “Seriously? Is it not obvious by now?” He sighed when you shook your head. “I like you.”

Now, your heart was beating hard that you were sure he could hear it, and just like that first moment that day, you noticed how beautiful he is. The sun shone through the window again on him, making him seem like some otherworldly creature.

Stepping closer to you, he asked, “Did you like the drawing I made of you?”

“Y-Yes,” you said.

“To be honest, I wasn’t planning on giving it to you. I was going to give you another one that wasn’t as good as that one.”

“Why?”

His cheeks turned red. “It’s embarrassing! My feelings for you became so obvious with how good it came out. I was nervous that you’d figure it out.” He sighed before looking into your eyes. “Well, I suppose it’s too late now.”

You stared at him. “Do you really like me?”

Instead of answering with words, he leaned into you, softly pressing his lips to yours. “From the moment I saw you,” he said seriously. “I just didn’t know how to act around you, but I guess you took that as me not liking you.”

“Sorry,” you said. “But I really thought you hated me!”

He laughed. “Well, you know now.” He stepped away from you, holding out his hand. “Let’s go.”

Smiling, you put your hand in his, and he squeezed your hand slightly as you two made your way home.

#seventeen #seventeen scenarios #woozi #jihoon #seventeen imagines #fanfic #au #seventeen au #high school au #woozi scenarios #woozi imagines

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veryniceaus · 7 years

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Do you have a masterlist???

Yes, i do! On my nav bar on my blog, click on links and it will be there :) there isn’t much there tho lmao but i hope to change that soon!!

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veryniceaus · 7 years

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Is this blog still active? :?

Well, i guess i’ll use this ask to update my blog as well;;; but yes, anon, this blog will be active again soon! My old laptop pretty much became useless so i wasn’t able to write. But I finally got a new laptop!! So I’ll definitely start writing again.

I feel so bad for starting this blog then just abandoning it for so long;;;; im so sorry for that

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veryniceaus · 8 years

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Bad Boy!Jun AU - Part 3

i was going to post this later but i’ve been so into writing this that i just wanted to post it now;;

part - 1, 2

You stared at Mr. Franklin with wide eyes. “Why?” you asked. “That wouldn’t be fair to the people who want to audition for it.”

He nodded. “I get that,” he told you. “It’s just, you know how Junhui is, right?” You just nodded slowly. “Mr. Robinson thinks that being in the play will help him shape up.”

“Sure, but why the main lead?” you asked. You just couldn’t understand. “Can he even act?”

“I heard he was in a play before in middle school, apparently he won an award for it.”

“Okay, but that was a long time ago,” you told him. “He could suck at acting now.”

He sighed, rubbing his temples. “I’m sorry, it’s what the principle wants,” he said. “There’s nothing we can do. Just get Junhui to agree to act.” He handed you a piece of paper. “Here, today’s prompt.”

You took the paper silently and turned around, walking slowly to one of the empty computers. Sitting down, you just stared at the screen. How did it come to this? How were you supposed to get Jun to agree anyway? You already had a feeling he would say no.

His face from this morning popped up in your mind, scratched and cut, making you slumped down in your seat. He definitely isn’t going to say yes.

After school, you looked around for Jun. You hadn’t seen him around since this morning. Maybe he left during the day and is hanging around somewhere outside. You snorted.

Just then, to your surprise, you spotted him leaning against the wall, tossing an apple up and down into the air with a bored expression on his face. You gulped. Should you go up to him? He didn’t seem that approachable. But you had to. If you didn’t, who knew what Mr. Robinson would do?

You took one step towards him, then another, getting closer to him inch by inch. Your nerves were starting to build up as you got close. You never spoke to him before, so you didn’t know how he would react to you asking him to act in the play. What if he just laughed in your face? Or ignored you completely?

Being too lost in your thoughts, you didn’t hear the calls of, “Watch out!” coming from the people around you. When your mind registered there were people shouting, it was too late as something hard smacked you in the back of the head, sending you flying forward, crashing into Jun as you were right next to him when you were hit.

You heard him grunt as his strong arms held you upright. “Whoa,” you heard him, his voice distant. He growled. “What the fuck!” he yelled to someone.

“Sorry!” They called back, fear evident in their voice. “It was an accident!”

He started shouting something else, but you couldn’t make out what he was saying as your consciousness faded.

Opening your eyes, you found yourself staring up at a white ceiling. Sitting up, you looked around the room you were in, which turned out to be the nurses’ office. You had been passed out on the bed for who knows how long.

A throbbing pain from the back of your head made you wince. Right, you had been hit by something before.

You were about to get up when a hand entered your line of vision, holding out an ice pack. “Here,” the owner of the hand said. Turning your head, your breath caught in your throat when you saw that it was Jun, sitting on a chair beside the bed. “Some idiot kicked a soccer ball in the hall earlier and it ended up hitting you in the head.”

“O-Oh,” you said. You took the ice pack from him and held it to the lump on your head. “Thanks.”

He laughed. “It was pretty funny! You fell down like a sack of potatoes.” You stared at him as he cracked up, clapping his hands together.

You wanted to yell at him to stop laughing, but he did stay by your side while you were knocked out. “How long was I sleeping?” you asked.

“About twenty minutes,” he said, glancing at the clock on the wall. He stood up, brushing his pants off. “Well, now that I know you’re okay, I need to get going.”

“Where are you going?” you asked. You still needed to talk to him about the play!

He smirked. “It’s a secret.” You watched him pull the door open, and he flashed a smile at you. “See you around.” Then, he was gone.

A second later, the door swung open again and Hoshi rushed in. “I was at dance practice when I heard!” he exclaimed. “Are you okay?”

You slowly got out of the bed, still holding the ice pack to your head. “I think I’m okay.” Your backpack was sitting on an empty chair and you picked it up.

“What did you need to talk to Jun about anyway?” he asked.

“The principle wants me to ask him to be the male lead in my play,” you told Hoshi. “For some reason he thinks it’ll make Jun magically become a better student.” You snorted. “That only happens in movies. I don’t even know why I was going to ask.”

Hoshi seemed to be in thought. “You know, maybe it couldn’t hurt to ask him.”

“Seriously?”

He shrugged. “Maybe. I mean, he did stay here with you until you woke up.” Grinning, he opened the door for you and you stepped out into the hall. “That just shows he can’t be that bad, right?”

“Maybe,” you mumbled. “I’ll think about it some more. For now, I just need to go home and lie down.”

“Want me to walk with you in case you fall over?”

You laughed. “Thanks, but I’m sure I’ll be fine.” Hoisting your backpack up, you waved at him and exited the school from the side door.

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veryniceaus · 8 years

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Bad Boy!Jun AU - Part 2

part - 1

The hallway filled with students as the bell rang and they made their way to their second class of the day. You stood at your locker, putting some books away and grabbing your notebook for English.

“Hey,” your friend greeted as they approached you. “Could I borrow your notes from math class?”

“Sure.” You reached into your locker and pulled out a red notebook before handing it to them. “Just remember to give it back at lunch.”

“Got it! Thanks.” They grinned.

A slam of the metal lockers made the two of you jump. You looked up in time to see the guy named Jun walk past you two. You noticed a cut on his lower lip and a few scratches on his face. “He must have gotten into a fight again,” your friend said. “I saw him come in late today. He was soaked from the rain!”

You watched him disappear around the corner of the hallway before turning back to them. “I don’t get why you’re so interested in him.”

They laughed. “Well, what’s not to be interested in?” Their eyes lit up as they spoke. “He’s so mysterious! He’s always getting into fights, is always late for school, and, yet, he passes all his classes.” They sighed. “I wonder what goes through his mind.”

You just stared at them, the warning bell ringing, signaling there were only two minutes left to get to class. “Well, I’ll see you later,” you said, waving to them as you shut your locker and turned away.

English class went by like a breeze, and as you were shoving your notebook and papers into your bag, your teacher, Mr. Franklin, walked over to you. “Hey, __,” he said. “How’s everything going with the script?”

“It’s going good,” you told him. “I just need to finish a few more pages of the fourteenth act before I hand it in to you to look over.”

He nodded. “Good, I’ll be looking forward to it. Remember, we don’t have much time left before the winter play, so you need finish it quickly.”

“I got it,” you told him before slipping your backpack on. “I’ll see you later for writing class.”

Before you walked out the door, Mr. Franklin called out to you. Turning, you raised an eyebrow. “I have a favor I need to ask of you. I’ll let you know when you come in later.”

“Um, sure.” You nodded. “I’ll get going now.”

“Thanks for letting me borrow it!” Your friend beamed as they handed you your math notebook back during lunch. Their nose scrunched up. “You know, your handwriting is terrible.”

You rolled your eyes. “Only because I want to get everything the teacher is saying written down. Normally, it’s really pretty.”

“Sure it is,” they teased.

Suddenly, a hand slammed down onto the table. “Hey!” Hoshi, a friend from your math class, said. Sweat dripped down his forehead and his chest heaved up and down. “Can I please copy your notes for math?!” He didn’t even have to finish his question, since you were already handing the notebook to him.

“Just hurry,” You told him. “Lunch ends in ten minutes.”

He grinned, plopping down beside you on the bench. “Thanks!”

“Where did you come from?” your friend asked him as they eyed the sweat dripping down his face. “Why are you so out of breath?”

“I just got back from gym class,” he answered, scribbling the notes down into his own notebook with lightning speed. “I was late at the beginning, so coach made me run ten laps around the gym when everyone left.” He pouted. “I told her I had lunch, but she didn’t care!”

“Sucks to be you,” your friend snorted.

He ignored them as he asked you, “Are you going to eat that?” He gestured to the apple on your tray. When you shook your head, he grabbed it and took a huge bite. “Ahh, I can feel all the nutrients going into my body from this healthy apple.” He turned to you like he just remembered something. “Oh, yeah! About your play-“

“No,” you said before he could finish. You already knew what he was going to ask.

“Why not!”

“It’s not a musical!” You told him for the millionth time. “Why would I want a dance scene in my play when there’s going to be no songs in it at all?”

“It’ll make it interesting!” he argued. “Plus, I know a guy who writes songs.” He thought for a bit. “Maybe your character can sing when they get heartbroken.”

“Why would someone sing and dance after getting their heart broken?” you asked.

Your friend nodded. “Right? I would rather cry and eat ice cream.”

“At least think about it,” he told you. “I have lots of ideas, you know!”

“Wait, what?” your friend asked, confused.

You rested your chin in the palm of your hand. “You didn’t know? Hoshi is one who formed the dance club. He choreographs all their dances.”

“Wow, I didn’t know,” they said, looking at him in awe. “That’s impressive.”

“Thanks!” Hoshi grinned. At this point, he finished copying the notes and handed you your notebook back. “Just think about it!” he told you again before standing up as the bell rang, speeding off somewhere yet again.

“So, how is your writing going anyway?” your friend asked.

“It’s going,” you answered. “I’m kind of stuck, but I’m sure I’ll get through it.”

The bell rang and you two stood up, dumping your trays into the trash. “Well, if you want some help, you can always ask me!” they said.

You laughed, “Thanks.”

You walked into creative writing class, which is usually laid back. Everyone else sat writing at the computers and talking among themselves.

Mr. Franklin waved you over to his desk. “Alright, about the favor I need from you,” he began, taking a deep breath. “Mr. Robinson wants to you cast Junhui as the male lead.”

“What?”

#seventeen #seventeen scenarios #wen junhui #jun #seventeen jun #fanfic #woozi #s coups #jeonghan #the8 #dk #seungkwan #hoshi #vernon #dino #mingyu #wonwoo #joshua

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bad boy!junhui

#seventeen #wen junhui #junhui #jun

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veryniceaus · 8 years

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Bad Boy!Jun AU - Part 1

basically a high school + bad boy au for Jun :D i really wanted to write it after seeing this post. plus i really wanted to post something since i made this blog but haven’t written anything for it yet lmao

anyway, there might be some swears in this at times just to warn you before you read! this first part is short, just introducing you guys to bad boy!Jun :D

Hands shoved into the pockets of his pants, Jun walked down the street silently. Its early morning and school started in twenty minutes. He tilted his head up to examine the sky, where dark gray clouds were starting to form. Of course, he didn’t have an umbrella.

Just as he quickened his pace, four guys stepped in front of him with their arms crossed. “Wait a minute,” the tallest guy of the four said. He seemed to be the leader of the group. “We’re here to talk to you.”

Jun looked at the guy uninterestedly. “Then talk.”

The guy’s eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. “You think you’re all that, huh?” he asked. “Don’t get cocky just ‘cause people from other schools know about you.”

Jun smirked. “What, you jealous or something?”

The guy’s face twisted in anger. “I’m gonna knock that smirk off your face!” he yelled. He looked at his friends and nodded his head.

As they stepped towards Jun, he shrugged his backpack off and tossed it off to the side, cracking his knuckles.

“How many times are you going to be late?!”

Jun sat in the chair, a bored expression on his face, as the principle yelled at him. This is nothing new; almost every day this happened since Jun never came to school on time.

“Are you listening to me, Junhui?” The principle asked as the young boy dried himself off with a towel, having been soaked from the downpour outside. “If you’re late one more time, I’m going to give you detention for a month.”

“Yeah, whatever.” Jun stood up from the chair and tossed the towel onto the ground. “Can I go now? Second period is about to start.”

The principle stared at him before dismissing him with a wave of his hand. Jun walked out of the room, not bothering to close the door behind him.

The secretary, an older woman, watched as Jun walked out of the office and into the hall. She sighed before turning to the principle. “Don’t you think we should do something about that boy? He causes so much trouble.”

The principle sighed, leaning back into his chair. “He may cause trouble, but his grades are impressive. He always gets straight A’s.”

Her eyes widened. “Seriously?”

He nodded, rubbing his chin. “I just need to find a way to get him to stop being so rebellious.”

Just then, Mr. Franklin, one of the English teachers, walked in. “Morning, Mr. Robinson.” He held up a stack of paper. “I just have a few things to discuss with you before my third period class.”

Mr. Robinson blinked. “I think I have just the idea.”

#seventeen #seventeen scenarios #wen junhui #junhui #jun #seventeen jun #woozi #hoshi #seokmin #dino #the8 #minghao #vernon #seungcheol #s coups #mingyu #wonwoo #joshua #jeonghan #seungkwan

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