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Bambi

Hyunjin x fem!reader

Warnings: Suggestive 18+ MDNI

Genre: idiots to lovers, frat boy au, fluffy, suggestive

Summary: Something has you stuck in Hyunjin's glare list, and you don't even know what. Felix and Jisung, your mututal friends, are here to stir the pot, and everything unfolds in the most dramatic way during a party.

a/n: It's crazyy. But yeah. It is what it is. Please let me know if you see any errors. I swear I had a moment where my hand slipped and I wasn't where I was supposed to type. Anyway, I'm too sick to do another round of editing rn. But I will get to it soon! Hope you enjoy this!

You really didn’t know what you did to piss off Hwang Hyunjin, but God, the man hated you.

Hated. Like full-on, glares-like-you-kicked-his-dog and flinches-when-you-speak kind of hate. And it wasn’t even subtle.

No, Hyunjin had made it his full-time side hustle to make you stutter and stumble. And it did you no good because you were just a soft, shy lit major who wore your cardigans a little too big and had a heart so soft, it fluttered like it was malfunctioning when he was around.

It wasn't especially convenient when you spent way too much time at the frat house, because Felix was your closest friend, and you two bonded over baking - almost every day.

---

Now, you stood in the kitchen of the Sigma Kappa frat house, hair tied up in a scrunchie that matched your baby blue skirt, piping bag in hand, and Felix bopping next to you to some song. You were here, helping Felix set up the snacks for some achievement party at the frat house.

“More sugar,” Felix said, dipping a finger into the frosting and licking it with a satisfied hum.

“It's way too sweet already, Lix,” you mumbled, but added a spoonful more into the bowl anyway.

“You’re sweet,” Felix grinned, poking your cheek. “Too sweet. Which is why some people are going feral every time you breathe.”

Your spine stiffened. You knew exactly who Felix meant, and the thought alone made your brain glitch. You remembered the way he’d glared at you as you walked in with Felix merely thirty minutes ago - like you had burned down his mother’s garden. And it made your stomach turn like a haunted carousel.

You licked some frosting off your fingers absent-mindedly, glaring at Felix, who was now chucking.

“Ohmygodstop,” you hissed. “He doesn’t.”

“Babe.” Felix winked. “You don't know half of it.”

And speak of the devil.

Hyunjin was trying not to hover outside the kitchen like a creep. He was trying so hard. But you were in there with Felix. In that damn skirt. And he'd just seen Jisung step out of the shower, which meant he was going to sniff out the fact that you were here.

Jisung was a leech. According to Hyunjin at least. A cross between a horny golden retriever and a leech if there could ever be something like that. Because the moment Jisung spotted you anywhere in the vicinity, he was on you. Like on you. And it drove Hyunjin up the wall.

Now why should it bother him, when he didn't even like you? Well, the entire world, except for you knew that he was crazy for you. Hyunjin- the gorgeous broody artist - a little emotionally constipated, yes, but totally gone for you.

His friends were sick of watching him silently eye fucking you and growling at anyone who even looked your way. Yeah, the entire frat house was sick of it. But he thought you were too good for him. Too nice. Too delicate. He didn't want to ruin you. He thought you deserved better.

Hyunjin heard Jisung's loud obnoxious singing - moving down the stairs now. And his body was working on autopilot.

---

“Can you not lick your fingers like that in public?” Hyunjin snapped from the doorway, shirt half-tucked, and a scowl carved deep into his face.

You shrank back, holding the piping bag like it was a weapon.

“I wasn’t…I didn’t -”

“Relax, oh my God,” he muttered, brushing past you, the heat of his body grazing yours in a way that had your entire frontal lobe short-circuit.

“You okay, Bambi?” Jisung appeared right on cue.

He threw his arm around your shoulders and leaned into you with a smile. Jisung, bless him, loved the drama, and he adored you, maybe a little too much. But he also knew that Hyunjin needed a little nudge in the right direction to get things moving.

“Don’t mind Mr. Tall-and-Twitchy. He’s just mad it's me and not him.” He whispered, his hand sliding suspiciously low.

You elbowed him, whisper-yelling, “Ji!!”

Felix cackled, but Hyunjin wasn't laughing. In fact, he was glaring so hard at Jisung's hand resting way too close to the curve of your ass, it was a miracle that a storm cloud didn't magically pop up over his head.

Unfortunately for him, Jisung didn’t miss it. “What, you want a turn?”

You expected him to swear at Jisung and storm off - the usual. But then, he stalked over to you, grabbed your wrist (still holding the piping bag), and dragged you out of the kitchen. Just like that.

You blinked up at him as he speed walked with you down the hallway, completely confused and struggling to keep up. But he stopped just as abruptly and you stared up at him.

“What the hell was that?” he hissed, crowding you against the wall with the intensity of someone about to commit a crime.

Your eyes went wide. “What do you mean??”

“You let him -” His hands clenched and jaw flexed. “He was all over you like - like you’re some kind of chew toy.”

You continued to stare at him, utterly confused.

“Jisung's like that with everyone-”

“So? You'd just let him paw at you -”

“Why do you even care?”

That seemed to stun him. His mouth opened and closed, and his eye twitched. He seemed like he was having an existential crisis.

“I don’t care,” he snapped finally, stepping back. “It’s just - it’s gross. He’s gross. This whole thing is gross.”

You looked down at the piping bag, and then down at Hyunjin’s shoe, which was now spotted with rogue dots of frosting.

“So you dragged me out of the kitchen,” you said slowly, “while I was frosting cupcakes… for your party… because you’re grossed out?”

Hyunjin glared, but his ears were red. “Shut up.”

“I’m literally so confused right now, Hyunjin.”

He looked like he wanted to throw himself out the window. Or maybe throw you on the counter. Either way, your heart did wild somersaults as he held your gaze.

“Go back in there,” he said. “And tell Jisung if he touches you like that again, I’ll kill him.”

Your brows lifted, as you tried to hide your amusement. “Should I tell him you said that because you don’t care?”

He didn’t answer. He just turned and walked away, muttering curses under his breath while you stared after him, pink-faced.

Felix poked his head out of the kitchen with a grin and asked, “So… did he confess his love, orrr…?”

You threw the piping bag at him and he ducked, laughing.

The party was in full swing.

The boys were socializing. Chan looked stressed as he watched the cups plates pile up beside the snack table (even though he did leave a bin next to it, yeah, it was ignored).

You, on the other hand, were stuck between Jisung and the snack table.

“Bambiiii,” Jisung purred into your ear, arms slung around your waist. “You smell like cupcakes, and it's doing things to me.”

“You’re doing things to yourself, Ji” you murmured, not even turning around as you reach for a cookie. “Stop pressing your boner on my ass.”

He groaned, half in pain, half in pleasure. “Don’t say boner in that voice, are you insane -”

You elbowed him hard. He doubled over dramatically, clutching his stomach with a low whimper that was way too breathy to be appropriate.

“That’s another bruise,” he groaned. “Do you hate me or do you want me to die with a hard-on? Just tell me.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“You like it.”

You rolled your eyes. But you didn’t move away - he was warm, and you were a little tipsy, and honestly - maybe it was petty, maybe a little spiteful. But you had caught Hyunjin watching again, over the rim of his cup, eyes narrowed like he was five seconds from coming over.

He was seething. Not saying a word. Just standing there, jaw clenched, eyes locked on Jisung’s hand on your waist. He didn’t even blink when you looked at him.

Like he was imagining what you’d feel like against him instead.

You blinked and turned away, cheeks flaming.

“Ji,” you murmured under your breath, “If you grind on me, I will cut your dick off with a butter knife.”

Jisung gasped and said, “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

You reached around and pinched his side, right above his waistband. He moaned into your neck, enjoying this way too much.

“I hate you,” you sighed.

“I love you,”

"I love you too,"

"I know," Jisung grinned.

“You’re an idiot.”

“You let me do it.”

God help you. He was right.

Felix appeared out of nowhere, leaning into your side.

“You two are about three seconds from getting kicked out. Or murdered.”

Jisung smirked. “I'd die happy.”

Felix giggled and flicked Jisung’s forehead.

“He’s gonna explode.”

“Why is he always so mad?” you asked, exasperated. “Like, what did I do?”

“Oh, Bambi.” Felix gave you a look. “He’s not mad at you. He’s mad at his boner.”

You blinked. “What -”

Too late. Because Hyunjin had moved. One second you were talking. The next, he was behind Jisung, grabbing him by the collar of his sweatshirt and yanking him off you like he’s swatting away a mosquito.

“What the f- Hyunjin!” Jisung yelped, flailing as Hyunjin threw him a full foot back. “I was talking to her!”

“You were humping her,” Hyunjin growled, standing between you and Jisung now, tall and tense and radiating murder.

You blinked up at him. He didn’t even look at you, his eyes were still on Jisung.

“Back. Off.” he bit out.

“Bro, seriously -”

“I swear to God,” Hyunjin’s voice was low, furious. “Touch her again and I’ll break your fucking fingers.”

You inhaled sharply, taking a step back. Jisung stared, wide-eyed for a moment. A very fleeting moment, because the next, he was grinning. "Someone's cracking."

And he had the audacity to take a step forward. And so did Hyunjin. Jisung took another, and Hyunjin’s hand shot out, landing on Jisung’s chest, making him stumble back a little. Jisung, with zero self-preservation instincts, just laughed, brushing himself off like he didn’t almost get decked.

“Whoa, Hyunjinnie, save the foreplay for Bambi!” he teased, dodging as Hyunjin lunged, fist raised, eyes blazing.

“Call her that one more time, and I’ll end you,” Hyunjin growled, his voice low and dangerous, but the way his hands were shaking betrayed how close he was to cracking. Jisung’s grin only widened, because of course it does - he’s been playing this game all night, winding Hyunjin up like a toy car and loving every second of the chaos.

Before Hyunjin could make a move, Chan’s voice boomed across the room like a foghorn.

“EMERGENCY FAMILY MEETING! KITCHEN! RIGHT FUCKING NOW!”

Ah. There it is. The Chan Voice™.

The partygoers barely blinked, fights and drama were absolutely normal at a frat bash - but the boys knew better than to ignore Chan’s summons.

Hyunjin's eyes met yours, and you huffed at him before storming off towards the bathroom, slamming the door shut.

You gripped the sink, staring at your flushed reflection in the mirror. Your pastel cardigan was slightly askew, your cheeks pink, and your heart was doing cartwheels.

“You’re fine,” you muttered to your reflection. “He’s just… intense. And hot. And confusing. And…oh my god, stop it, you’re not helping!”

You splashed cold water on your face, hoping it’ll douse the fire in your chest, but it was of no use. Hyunjin has got you spinning, and Jisung’s relentless flirting wasn’t helping.

---

Jisung sauntered toward the kitchen, followed by Hyunjin, who was still vibrating with barely contained rage. Felix slung an arm around Hyunjin’s shoulders, steering him toward the kitchen.

“C’mon, loverboy, let’s not murder Ji in front of the guests. Bad for the vibe.”

Hyunjin muttered something that sounded suspiciously like “I’ll kill him later,” but he let Felix drag him along.

Chan was at the head of the kitchen island, looking like he was about to give a lecture on responsibility, but the glint in his eyes said something else entirely. Felix patted Hyunjin on the back and perched on the counter, swinging his legs, while Jisung leaned against the fridge, munching on a cookie like he wasn't the catalyst for this chaos.

Hyunjin was pacing like a caged tiger, his hoodie sleeves pushed up, his jaw so tight.

“Alright,” Chan started, clapping his hands to get everyone’s attention. “What the hell is going on? Hyunjin, we never raise our hands at each other. So spill.”

Hyunjin glared at Jisung, who was licking cookie crumbs off his fingers with exaggerated slowness, smirking like the gremlin he was.

“He’s been all over Y/N all night,” Hyunjin snapped, his voice dripping with venom. “Grinding on her, calling her Bambi, acting like he’s got some claim -”

“Claim?” Jisung interrupted, raising an eyebrow. “Oh, Hyunjinnie, I’m just giving Bambi the attention she deserves. Unlike some people who just glare at her like she stole their favorite paintbrush.”

Hyunjin took a step toward him, fists clenched, but Felix hopped off the counter, blocking his path with a grin and a sly, “Down, boy.”

Chan raised an eyebrow and said, “Hyunjin, you’ve been acting like a caveman all night. Care to explain why you’re so obsessed with Bambi?”

Hyunjin froze, his eyes darting around like he has been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

“I’m not…obsessed,” he stammered, but his flushed cheeks and the way he was gripping the edge of the counter said otherwise. “She’s just... always flitting around in those stupid skirts, smiling at everyone, letting Jisung -”

He cut himself off, dragging a hand through his hair, and the room went quiet for a split second.

Jisung, of course, cackled.

“Oh, please. You’re so gone for her it’s pathetic.”

He leaned forward, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, but it’s loud enough for everyone to hear.

“Bet you’ve been jerking off to the thought of her in that skirt, haven’t you?”

“JISUNG!” Chan barked, but he was fighting a laugh.

Felix was trying so hard not to laugh, because he wanted to support Hyunjin - while Hyunjin looked like he was going to spontaneously combust.

“You’re dead,” Hyunjin growled, lunging again, but Chan stepped in, grabbing his shoulder.

“Enough!” Chan said, though his lips were twitching. “Jisung, stop antagonizing him. Hyunjin, use your words like a big boy and tell us what’s got you so twisted.”

Hyunjin’s mouth opened, then closed, the gears grinding in his head. He was trapped, cornered by his own feelings and the relentless teasing of his frat brothers.

“She’s just… she’s too much,” he finally managed, his voice low, almost defeated. “She’s so soft and sweet and…fuck, I can’t think straight when she’s around, okay? And then Jisung’s all over her like some horny octopus, and I -”

“Horny octopus?!” Jisung choked, clutching his stomach as he laughed. “Oh, that’s rich. Bambi loves my tentacles, ok?”

“Hyun, you’re not fooling anyone. You’ve been crushing on her since she showed up with that first batch of cookies. Its like what? Two years now? Just admit you want her so bad it’s making you stupid.” Felix laughed, and Hyunjin looked absolutely embarrassed.

“I do not -” Hyunjin started, but Chan cut him off with a raised hand.

“Nope, you’re done lying to yourself,” Chan said, his tone firm but teasing. “You’re jealous as hell, and it’s obvious to everyone except maybe her. So either man up and tell her how you feel, or Jisung’s gonna keep doing this just to see how long it takes you to snap.”

Jisung grinned, completely unfazed.

“I mean, I’m having fun either way. Bambi’s got those little pinches that sting so good…think I’m bruised to hell under this shirt.” He lifted his shirt, showing off a scattering of red marks on his stomach, and Felix howled with laughter.

“You’re a freak,” Chan said, shaking his head, but he’s grinning now. “Hyunjin, for the love of god, just talk to her.”

Hyunjin’s face was a mix of fury and mortification, but there was something else there too. Something raw and desperate. He was cracking, and everyone in the room knew it.

---

Back in the Bathroom:

“You can do this,” you whispered, smoothing your skirt. “Hyunjin’s just… intense. And Jisung’s just Jisung. And you’re not gonna melt into a puddle just because Hyunjin looked at you like he wanted to eat you alive. Nope. Not at all.”

But as you step out of the bathroom, you had no idea you were about to walk into a firestorm.

You were sulking. Still no clue why you were the walking target of all his emotional instability and/or wet dreams.

The kitchen door has been shut for Chan’s “emergency family meeting,” and you were stewing in a mix of confusion, irritation, and Hyunjin-induced heart palpitations. You could hear Jisung’s cackle and Hyunjin’s low growl through the door, and it was driving you nuts.

You were back by the snack table. Alone. With your thoughts. And a tray of brownies you absolutely didn’t remember seeing earlier.

They looked rich. Fudgy. Gooey.

You stared. You definitely didn't bring that. You knew they weren't Felix's. But they looked so good.

You shrugged, because stress eating is a coping mechanism. Right? Not your best one, but it’s better than crying in the pantry again.

So you grabbed one, and took a bite. Ohhh, that was good. You had another. And then another. Because you had no self-control and those things tasted like sin.

But halfway through the fourth one - your skin tingled. Not in a “this is tasty” kind of way. In a “why do I suddenly want to make out with the refrigerator” kind of way. Your head felt floaty. Your heart beating louder. And your thighs? They were squirming.

“Oh my god,” you whispered in horror. “These are sex brownies.”

The kitchen door creaked. You looked up, eyes blurry, mouth half-full of brownie, pulling at the neckline of your cardigan.

Felix stepped out first, smiling when he saw you.

“Hey, babe...” He faltered, seeing the way you were fanning yourself dramatically with a paper plate.

“Bambi, you okay?” he asks, eyeing you with suspicion.

He glanced at the chocolate on your fingers. And then cocked his head to look behind you on the snack table.

“Babe, what did you eat?” Felix rushed over, smelling your fingers without hesitation, and then picking up the tray of brownies off the table and smelling them.

He swore under his breath, before turning to glance behind him. Because there he was - Hyunjin, looking angry and brooding and violently hot for you.

Your eyes meet again, and your skin buzzed. Your nipples were embarrassingly hard. Ah oh, you were aware.

His walked towards you, eyes locked onto you, but instead of the usual glare, there was a flicker of concern - probably because you were swaying like a palm tree in a hurricane.

“You okay?” he said gruffly, eyes darting over your flushed face.

“You,” you slurred, jabbing a finger in his direction, your cardigan half-off one shoulder. “You and your stupid… stupid face!”

You were trying to sound fierce, but the brownies made it sound more like a squeak. “Always glaring at me, snapping at me, acting like I’m some… some problem! And then you’re all up in my space, looking like you wanna -” You paused, eyes going blank for a second. “ Like, like -”

Felix snorted, leaning against the snack table, clearly enjoying the show. Jisung was peeking out from the kitchen, grinning.

Hyunjin’s jaw dropped, and he stepped closer, his voice low and strained.

“You think I’m glaring because I hate you?” he said, his eyes blazing with something that was definitely not hate. “You’re out here, being…you…, and I -”

He stopped, dragging a hand through his hair, looking like he was about to implode. “You drive me fucking insane, okay? I can’t think, I can’t sleep, I can’t -”

You were barely listening, because goddamn, it was hot in here. Your cardigan was strangling you, and in a fit of brownie-induced madness, you started yanking it off. Except it got stuck over your head, trapping your arms in a tangle.

“Ugh, why is this so tight?!” you whined, flailing like a pastel-colored T-Rex. The room was spinning, your skin was tingling, and you were pretty sure you were dying.

Hyunjin froze (again), his rant cut off as he stared at you, half-trapped in your cardigan, your hair a mess, your cheeks flushed.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” he muttered, stepping forward to help. With a sigh of exasperation and resignation, he gently tugged the cardigan over your head, freeing you. Your hair was now a static-charged halo, and you were panting, fanning yourself with both hands.

“It’s so hot,” you complained, your voice whiny as you start tugging at the hem of your cami top, ready to strip that off too. The brownies had obliterated your inhibitions, and you’re about two seconds from flashing the entire party.

“Nope, nope, nope,” Hyunjin said, his voice panicked as he grabbed your wrists, stopping you before you could yank the top over your head. His hands were warm, his grip firm but careful, and you swore you felt a spark where his fingers touch your skin. “You are not stripping in the middle of the living room.”

“Why not?” you pouted, swaying closer to him, your high brain deciding he’s the most fascinating thing in the room. “You’re mean, but you’re sooooooooo pretty. Like… really pretty. Why’re you so pretty?”

You reached up, trying to poke his cheek, but he dodged, his face turning an alarming shade of red.

Felix lost it, doubled over laughing, while Jisung called from the kitchen, “Bambi, you’re my hero! Keep roasting him!”

Chan facepalmed so hard, you (high as a kite) could hear it from the living room.

Hyunjin had had enough.

“That’s it,” he said, his voice a mix of frustration and something softer, almost protective. “You’re going back to your dorm. Now.”

Before you could protest, he was scooping you up - bridal style - because of course he is, and marching toward the door. Your head was spinning, and you were giggling uncontrollably, your hands flopping against his chest.

“You’re so strong,” you slurred, patting his pecs.

“Please stop talking,” Hyunjin muttered, but his cheeks were flaming, and he was holding you a little tighter than necessary as he stepped out the back door.

Felix trailed behind, still snickering, while Jisung shouted, “Take care of my wife, Hyunjinnie!”

---

You stumbled into your room, collapsing onto your bed with a dramatic groan.

“It’s so hot,” you whined again, kicking off your shoes and flopping around like a fish out of water. Hyunjin stood in the doorway, looking like he was struggling to hold himself together.

“Stay put,” he said, his voice gruff but laced with concern. He grabbed a bottle of water from your desk, shoving it into your hands. “Drink this. And don’t eat random brownies ever again.”

You sipped the water, pouting up at him.

“You’re so bossy. But… kinda hot when you’re bossy.” You giggled, then hiccupped, and Hyunjin pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing.

You were out like a light not long after, curling up in a ball, whimpering softly in your sleep about “stupid pretty boy” and “sex brownies.” Hyunjin pulled your blanket over you, his fingers lingering as he tucked it around your shoulders. For a moment, he just watched you, his expression softening, the hard edges of his usual scowl melting away. He brushed a strand of hair from your face, his touch so gentle.

But as he walked back to the frat house, he couldn’t shake the image of you - high and feisty, tugging at your clothes, calling him pretty - and he knew he was in deeper than he could ever admit.

You were still recovering from last night’s brownie-induced chaos, your head slightly foggy but your pride fully intact. You were perched at your usual desk in the lecture hall, your notebook open, trying to focus but mostly replaying last night's events. You were equal parts mortified and furious - furious at Hyunjin for being such a confusing jerk, and mortified at yourself for the whole brownie thing.

You were determined to play it cool today, but “cool” wasn’t exactly your brand. You were more…chaos.

Jisung was already sprawled in the seat to your right, his legs kicked up on the desk, grinning like he’s got a PhD in stirring shit.

“Morning, Bambi,” he drawled, leaning close enough that you could smell his cologne “You look cute when you’re hungover on mystery brownies. You sure you're ok?”

You shot him a look that was supposed to be withering but probably just makes you look like a disgruntled kitten.

“Shut up, Ji,” you muttered, scribbling nonsense in your notebook to avoid his eyes.

He was chuckling, when the lecture hall door swung open, and Hyunjin strode in. He was all dark jeans and fitted black sweater, his gaze zeroing in on you immediately.

He didn’t say a word, just stalked over and dropped into the seat on your left, his long legs sprawling under the desk, his arm brushing against yours. The contact sent a jolt through you, and you stiffened, refusing to look at him. You can feel his eyes on you, though, burning into the side of your face.

Jisung was practically vibrating with glee, his grin so wide it was a miracle his face didn't split. You, on the other hand, were giving Hyunjin the meanest side-eye you could muster. Your lips pursed, your brows furrowed, and clutching your pen like a weapon. Hyunjin didn’t flinch, but his jaw tightened, and you saw his fingers twitch on the desk.

The lecture was a blur. You were hyper-aware of Hyunjin’s presence, the way his knee kept bumping yours, the way he was tapping his pen like he was trying to keep his hands busy. Jisung had his unhinged commentary running the whole time - “Bet he’s imagining you in that skirt, Bambi, all bent over his easel” - and you were torn between wanting to laugh and wanting to yeet him out a window.

When the professor finally dismissed the class, you were ready to bolt, but Hyunjin was faster. He was on his feet, grabbing your wrist before you could escape.

“We’re talking,” he said, his voice firm, and before you could protest, he dragged you out of the lecture hall, Jisung’s laughter echoing behind you.

“Get it, Hyunjinnie!” he calls, and you heard Felix’s cackle join in from somewhere in the crowd. Traitors, both of them.

---

Hyunjin didn’t stop until he’d pulled you into a quiet corner of the campus courtyard, a secluded spot tucked behind a cluster of trees, the brick wall cool against your back as he crowded you against it. He was close - too close - his hands braced on either side of your head.

“What is your problem?” you snapped, crossing your arms, though the effect was ruined by how your voice shook. “You can’t just drag me around like some caveman every time you’re pissed!”

“My problem?” Hyunjin fired back, his voice rough, like he has been holding it together by a thread. “You’re out there, letting Jisung drape himself all over you, calling you Bambi, acting like you don’t even notice how it’s driving me fucking insane -”

“Driving you insane?” you interrupted, poking his chest. “You’ve been a jerk to me for months! Glaring, snapping, acting like I’m some annoying little bug you can’t stand! And now you’re mad because Jisung draped himself over me? Make it make sense, Hyunjin!”

He stared at you, his chest heaving, and you could see the moment he broke.

“You think I hate you?” he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. “You think I can’t stand you? Fuck, you’re so -”

He raked a hand through his hair, stepping closer, and you feel the wall press against your back. “ I don't hate you. I can’t stop thinking about you. Every time you’re around, with your stupid soft smile, and your cupcakes, I lose my fucking mind, okay?”

Your breath caught, and you’re about to say something - probably something dumb - but then he was closer, and you were closer, and suddenly you were kissing. You didn’t know who moved first, and you didn’t care. It was messy, rough, all teeth and tongue and pent-up frustration, his hands gripping your waist, pulling you closer. You were tugging at his sweater, pulling him closer, and it was like the world had narrowed down to just this - his lips, his heat, the way he groaned against your mouth like he’s starving.

You broke apart, gasping, and his forehead rested against yours, his breath ragged.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his voice hoarse. “The frat house. It’s closest.”

You nodded so fast you nearly gave yourself whiplash, your brain too scrambled to overthink it.

“Yeah, okay,” you breathed, and before you could say anything else, he was kissing you again, his hands sliding under your shirt, fingers grazing your skin.

You giggled into the kiss, because it was ridiculous, it was perfect…and more than anything, it was Hyunjin, and you were so gone for him it wasn't even funny.

Outside the lecture hall...

The hallway was silent. Felix sighed and turned to Jisung, who was biting into a protein bar.

“So,” Felix said slowly.

“So?”

“Ji.”

“What?” Jisung said, chewing dramatically, starting to walk.

“Don’t start your clueless act. Not with me.” Felix said, giving him a flat look.

Jisung fell quiet, and shrugged.

“They’re happy,” he said after a beat. “Jinnie’s wanted this for so long. He’s happy. That’s all that matters.”

Felix didn’t speak right away. He just sighed.

“I told you this would blow up in your face,” he said gently.

“Yeah, yeah.” Jisung smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

Felix huffed out an exasperated laugh, “You’re an idiot.”

“I’m fine,” Jisung said, too quickly. “I really am.”

Felix stopped walking, grabbed Jisung’s arm and turned him around.

“Stop doing that,” he said, seriously. “I know the minute I step away, you’re gonna cry in a janitor’s closet.”

“Am not,” Jisung muttered, offended.

“Ji.”

“Ok, maybe a little.”

Felix’s hand slipped into his, fingers warm and grounding.

“She’s so sweet,” Felix whispered. “I won’t blame you...”

He chuckled under his breath, and Jisung joined him, head tilted back.

“They deserve each other,” he said finally, voice low, but sincere. “I mean, have you seen the way she looks at him? Like he’s made of stars and Greek yogurt.”

Felix raised a brow. “Greek yogurt?”

“Shut up.”

They both laughed, and then fell into silence again.

“I need a drink,” Felix said finally.

“Yeah, me too.”

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