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caratcorner · 8 years ago

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Vernon: To Love And Love Again

Summary: you hear his voice on the radio and suddenly your whole world is falling apart (aka I took soulmate aus to a kind of dark but predictable place lol enjoy) (so many words… so much slow burn…. reader/vernon stuff doesn’t even start until like 4k words in and this fic is only like 4.2k words so…….)

-Admin Princess

It was a Friday evening when the sky came crashing down around you. It was a quite figurative crashing down of things, but to you it felt like the whole world had suddenly just fallen. Like gravity didn’t exist anymore, or maybe the force of it had been increased by a hundred. You couldn’t tell. You could only hear the echoing of his voice through your head, as haunting and terrifying as “You’re listening to the Friday Wind Down. I’m your DJ, Vernon” can sound.

The mug in your hand slips from your fingers, the sound of shattering porcelain being nothing but a minor noise that is taken over by a ringing in your ears. Dahyun looks up from her seat on your couch. She’s wearing one of your sweatshirts and the leggings that you love on her, and her hair is tied up in a loose knot on the top of her head. On most days, you would find this look quite adorable, but today it’s a nuisance.

“Baby? What’s wrong?” She asks.

You ignore her question. “You turned the radio on?” You say, stepping around the mess of coffee and glass to slam your hand down on the power button.

“It’s the Friday Wind Down, babe, you listen to it every week.” She reminds you.

“Right. Must’ve forgotten what day it is.” You say.

It was a habit you got into during your freshman year. You had turned to one of the university radio stations by accident while you were studying for an exam. The music was good and the commentary was intelligent and agreeable, so you kept it on.

You clean up the mess, somehow managing to avoid accidentally cutting yourself on the jagged edge of what used to be your favourite mug. You curl up on the couch beside Dahyun when you’re finished, throwing your legs over hers and letting her pull you into her side. You shove your face into her neck, letting her scent wash over you and make you forget about Vernon from the Friday Wind Down.

“So, why no radio show?” She says. Her voice is muffled by your hair and the vibrations of her speaking into the top of your head send send shivers down your spine, but you like it that way.

You’ve always liked this kind of domesticity. Affection has always been easy between the two of you. It’s always been cuddling up together on your couch or on her bed, sometimes exchanging soft, chaste kisses under dim lighting. Seldom has it ever led to anything more.

“I haven’t seen you in a while. Is it wrong of me to want to spend some time with my girlfriend?” You say, pressing your lips to her collarbone. It’s the easiest place to reach without moving too much from your comfortable spot.

She scoffs in the way that she always does when she doesn’t believe you; air passing through her lungs in a mixture of a laugh and a snort. She also taps your shoulder with her fist, and you know that you’ve been caught.

“Fine, I rented a movie and I haven’t had the time to watch it yet and it’s expiring tomorrow.” You say. This time, she doesn’t catch the lie. You watched the movie yesterday.

Days pass and you almost forget about Vernon from the Friday Wind Down completely. If it weren’t for Dahyun texting you on Tuesday to tell you that “Chaeyoung listened to the Wind Down on Friday. She said this DJ’s better than the last one”, you would’ve forgotten completely.

Dahyun is soft and warm and everything that you want in a significant other. She understands you as much as you understand her, she makes you laugh when you’re upset. She acts more like your best friend than your girlfriend, but with kissing and feeling and dinners with pretty lights every now and again.

“Y/N, come back.” Dahyun whines. She’s lying in her bed snuggled up in her duvet.

“I have to pee.” You say, biting back a laugh when she puts on a big pout.

“Can you tell your bladder to wait? I want kisses and cuddles.” She says. She pulls the duvet off of her body, making a pocket for you.

You sigh, your face lighting up in a smile as you trudge back to her bed. She grabs you before you’re even down, pulling you onto the bed and into her arms. You land with a huff and a giggle. She pulls you on top of her, lips slotting together with yours. You kiss her, playfully nipping at each other and giggling together. Your hands find her face, cupping her cheeks. You pull away from her, just staring at her as she lays under you. Her chest is rising and falling at a quicker pace than it had been before, and her eyes are shining with light.

“Baby, how do you feel about soulmates?” You ask.

She smiles at you. “We’ve talked about this. We both have soulmates, but we also have each other. And I like us better.” She says.

She traces the heart shaped mark under your eye, a constant reminder that neither of you are destined to be together. You grab her hand, stopping her in her tracks, and you place a kiss to her open palm.

“Come on,” You say, kissing the tip of her nose. “I’ll make breakfast. And, you have a class in an hour, so…”

She groans, but she lets you tug her out of bed and into the kitchen.

“So,” Dahyun starts. “Are we listening to the Wind Down later?”

You’re on the phone on your way back to your apartment from a lecture. You freeze, your mind drawing a blank when you hear the name. Even just thinking about that voice makes your spine tingle, it makes the mark on your face start to burn.

“Uh, yeah, if you’re coming over.” You say. You seat yourself down on your couch, finding your legs suddenly weak.

“Of course I’m coming over. I wanna see my you.” She coos. Your cheeks burn for a different reason now, and you find yourself smiling without even knowing it.

“Okay. I’ll see you later, then. I have to get some work done sometimes, you know. It can’t be all play and no work. Bye, baby.” You say, biting at your lip.

You hang up after that, gulping down the lump in your throat that seems to have formed. It feels weird to feel so guilty for being in love when you know who your soulmate is. Half know. You’ve only ever heard his voice once over the radio.

You work mindlessly on essays and assignments until you hear the door of your apartment open. Dahyun lets herself in, wordlessly walking over to your stereo and switching the radio on just in time.

“You’re listening to the Friday Wind Down. I’m your DJ, Vernon.”

You shiver. His voice is so much fuller than how you remember it, how it plays in your mind over and over again.

“I know Valentine’s Day has already passed, but I’m feeling a little romantic tonight. It’s like there’s this tension in the air around me, like someone special is listening in tonight.”

Dahyun tilts your head up and away from your work, leaning down to place a chaste kiss against your lips. You smile and give her a satisfied hum before she’s walking into your kitchen.

“I’d like to dedicate this next song to her,”

“Do you want hot chocolate or coffee?” Dahyun asks.

“or him. I’m open to anything, you know?”

“Uh, hot chocolate.” You sputter. “I’ve been having some trouble sleeping, I don’t really want any more of that.”

She pours water into the kettle as Lewis Watson’s voice starts to float around your house. You freeze up again, hugging your legs to your chest when you realize that he’s playing your favourite song. Vernon from Friday Wind Down is playing your favourite song. Your heart clenches in your chest and you don’t realize you’re crying until Dahyun is crouched in front of you wiping away your tears.

“I don’t get why you love such a sad song.” She says.

You shake your head. “It’s not that sad.”

“Baby, you’re crying.” She says.

“Oh.”

You almost miss Dahyun’s invitation to some frat party on a Thursday night. You almost don’t go because of an early class that you know Dahyun has on Friday mornings. In the end, you shouldn’t have gone. You wish that you had missed her invitation, that you had been able to convince her that a few extra hours of sleep would be worth missing a party with friends that she sees everyday. Her fingers are laced through yours, a cup of something alcoholic in her other hand. You’re resting a hip against the kitchen counter, occasionally interjecting the conversation that Dahyun is having, if only to convince yourself that you’re socializing.

You start to tell Dahyun that you’re going to get a bottle of water, but the air around you starts to fizzle before you can even open your mouth. Someone bumps your shoulder on their way past you, and your skin burns. It starts at the point of contact but it flourishes, like a flower blooming or a fire spreading.

You catch his eye as someone drags him past you. Time seems to slow around you until everything comes to a stop and the only thing left moving is him away from you, his eyes still boring holes into yours.

“Y/N? Baby? Are you okay?” Is what breaks you out of your fog.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You say.

Dahyun gives you a skeptical look before saying okay and letting it go. Part of you doesn’t want her to let it go. Part of you wants her to dig and dig like she does sometimes; for her to get so skeptical and paranoid that she doesn’t stop questioning you until your arms are around her, comforting her. You want to open your mouth and let this entire thing free, you want to let her know about Vernon from the Friday Wind Down. Your entire being is begging to be set free, to follow him to wherever he was being dragged off to. And eventually, you give in.

“I’ll be right back, okay?” You whisper into Dahyun’s ear.

“Okay,” She says with a nod and a peck on the lips.

You chase after him, your mind working at a frantic pace to try and remember which direction he was going. You end up standing on the back porch, seeing him sitting in a circle playing spin the bottle. It’s like he can sense your presence, knows when you’ve entered the room. He locks eyes with you almost immediately. There’s no denying that this Vernon from the Friday Wind Down is unbelievably attractive. You don’t think you’ve ever seen a boy this good looking. Ever.

And then, he’s standing right in front of you.

“Hi, I’m Hansol.” He says. It’s an awkward way to start a conversation, but you think that it would’ve been worse if he had started off with ‘hi, we’re destined to be together’.

“Hansol,” You test out, your tongue curling awkwardly around the foreign pronunciation.

“Er, it’s Korean. My friends here just call me Vernon. It’s my middle name.” He offers up. Your heart stops when he says Vernon, even though you made the connection a while ago. This is just verification for how screwed you are.

“No, I’ll get it eventually. My girlfriend’s Korean.” You say. His face pales when he hears the word ‘girlfriend’. “I guess I have a type.”

You mean it as a joke, but he just shrugs it off with a “nah, it’s not like you chose me.”

You stop, feeling your heart drop into your stomach.

“Right,” You say. “I- My name’s Y/N. I should- I should probably get back. I don’t want anyone worrying about me. See you around, Hansol.”

You can’t call him Vernon, not when your tongue’s been threatening to tie itself in a loop around that name for the past two weeks.

It takes a week and a half for Dahyun to notice that something’s wrong. Her lips find the corner of your mouth, pucker soon replaced by a pout when you don’t respond.

“Are you mad at me?” She asks.

You take her hand in yours, squeezing it in an attempt to comfort her. “Why would I be mad?” You say.

“Because I dragged you out to that party last week and you didn’t want to go.” She says. She tucks her head into your neck, nudging at you with her nose.

You hum in contentment. “I’m not mad. Yeah, I didn’t wanna go to that party, but I could never be mad at you.” You say.

She kisses you just above your shoulder, nipping playfully at you skin. You reach up to tangle your fingers in her hair. You massage your scalp as she places butterfly-light kisses all over your neck. It’s a nice feeling; intimate, calm, and domestic all at the same time.

“I love you, Y/N. You know that, right? I love you more than anything.” She says.

You grab her face and slam your lips together. It’s rougher than you intended, but it draws a high-pitched, sugar sweet sound from her throat that’s like music to your ears.

“I know, baby.” You say, letting your lips brush over the corners of her mouth. You’re about to say that you love her back when there’s a knock at the door.

She groans and whines, making grabby hands at you when you stand up to straighten out your clothes. You pull open the door looking more disheveled than you would like, only because you were afraid that whoever was out there would get impatient and knock again.

“Y/N?”

Your jaw goes slack. Hansol is standing in front of you, sweatpants and a t-shirt draping loosely over his thin frame. He looks boyish and cute, and your heart starts to pound in your chest.

“I didn’t know you lived here.” He says. He’s smiling, but you can tell that he’s struggling in the same way that you are.

‘You don’t know anything about me,’ You want to say. “I don’t.” You say instead, stepping to the side to let him into Dahyun’s dorm room.

He walks past you, dropping his head so that he doesn’t have to meet your gaze, not knowing that you’ve done the same. He clears his throat in such an uncomfortable and awkward way that it makes your skin crawl.

“Oh, Hansol. You’re early.” Dahyun says, standing up from where she was still sitting on the floor, slumped against her bed frame.

You look at her, finally taking a chance to really have a good look at her since the moment that you were interrupted, and you notice that you don’t feel the same way that you used to when you’d see her with messy hair and swollen lips. The feeling now is less of a burning in your stomach and more of a swelling in your heart.

“Sorry, I didn’t realize you were busy.” He says. It draws you out of your thoughts and back into reality.

“Early for what?” You ask.

“Oh, I forgot to tell you. Hansol’s taking me to see an indie Korean film in the culture centre.” She says, smiling up at him. Hansol just stares down at his feet.

“Oh. That’s fine, I left the assignment I wanted to work on at my apartment anyway.” You say with a shrug. Dahyun pouts.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. It slipped my mind.” She says.

You give what you’re hoping is a reassuring smile. “It’s fine, Dahyun. Really.” You say, cupping her face in your hands and pressing your lips to her forehead.

You gather your things in a haste, feeling a mixture of guilt and jealousy settle in your gut. You want to leave now, mostly because you’re not sure who you’re more jealous of.

In the following weeks, you see Dahyun less than you ever have before. She visits your apartment twice, the first to borrow a shirt and the second to give it back. It hurts a little bit. You’re so used to her stealing your clothes, and you don’t know how to feel when she shows up with the shirt washed and folded.

The third time you see her, she offers to take you to dinner. You expect a dinner with just the two of you, and are surprised to find Hansol and his best friend, Seungkwan, sitting at the booth that she pulls you into. She pushes you into the seat across from her, seating herself next to your one and only soulmate.

They engage in conversation, one that you back out of as soon as you realize that you can’t relate to anything that they’re talking about.

“So, you’re Dahyun’s friend?” Seungkwan asks, voice hushed and hidden behind his hand.

“Girlfriend.” You say. You clench your fists in your lap.

“Oh.” He says, shock surrounding the exclamation. “I just thought- You know, she and Hansol are so close and they’ve only known each other for about a month,”

“And you thought that this was going to be them telling their best friends that they’re together? I’m not gonna lie, I was thinking the same thing.” You say.

“No, Hansol would never-“ He starts, but you cut him off.

“I was kidding.” You mutter.

He looks at you in disbelief. It doesn’t take long before his eyes widen and disbelief turns into something else, and it’s then that you remember running out of concealer in the morning. You turn your face away from him, placing your hand over your cheek.

“Hey, you-“ He’s cut off again, this time by the waiter coming by to take your order.

You eat in silence, if silence means the sound of Hansol and Dahyun giggling with each other like school girls. Seungkwan sneaks glances at you to try and confirm what he had seen, but he’s sitting on the wrong side of you. You only allow yourself a sigh of relief when Dahyun announces that she’s tired and ready to go home.

“I second that. Come on, I’ll drive you back to the dorms.” You say, scrambling from your seat. You’ve never felt more relieved in your life.

“Oh. Baby, you don’t have to do that. Hansol can give me a ride. He lives in my building, so he’s going in that direction anyways. Get some rest, I’ll pass by after class tomorrow.” She says.

You can feel your face physically hardening. “Okay.” You say. You lean down to kiss her but she turns away at the last minute, letting your lips land on her cheek.

Seungkwan stares up at you with what seems to be an ever-present look of shock on his face.

“Right,” You say. “I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”

You have your first big fight with Dahyun on a Friday, an hour after the Friday Wind Down ends. The worst part about it isn’t even the yelling or the anger, it’s the feeling in the back of your head that’s telling you that you’re about to lose her.

“I don’t get why you’re so mad. I sat in the studio while he was doing the show, why are you so mad about that? I’m sorry for not inviting you, I didn’t even know that you still liked the show.” She asks. She sounds like she’s struggling to keep herself together.

“That’s not what I’m mad about, don’t you get it? I feel like I don’t see you anymore. We haven’t spent more than an hour together in weeks.” You say. Your eyes are burning with tears threatening to spill over onto your cheeks.

She drops to the floor, pulling her legs into her chest. “I’m sorry,” She sobs. “I’m sorry.”

“Dahyun,” You say. She ignores you and drops her head into her lap. “Dahyun, baby, please stop crying.”

You sit down beside her, pulling her to your side. Her head falls so naturally into the crook of your neck, and it makes you feel so guilty for being mad at her over such a small thing. And then you feel it. A gnawing feeling in your gut that she isn’t telling you everything; that she’s saying sorry for more than one thing.

“You know you can tell me anything, right? I’m your best friend, not just your girlfriend.” You say, curling your fingers around her brunette locks.

You pet her hair for a while, letting her take her time with what she wants to say. You listen to the way that her sobs turn into heavy breathing and then back to the gentle, soft puffs of air that you’ve always associated with her.

“I- I,” She stutters.

“It’s okay, baby. Just tell me.” You coax her.

“I kissed Hansol.”

You close your eyes, letting tears roll down your face of their own accord. The room is silent for a while, save for the sound of your occasional sniffling.

“Dahyun,” You start, voice shaky, but you’re speechless.

“Please don’t leave me.” You hear her mutter.

“Dahyun, I-“ You still can’t think of anything to say. All you can hear is her repeating the word please over and over again.

You find it crazy that your apartment has so many hints of Dahyun. Her perfume clinging to the pillows and the drapes, little trinkets that she’s given to you that have collected over the years. You’ve been together since high school, your lives are so deeply intertwined that you don’t know how you’ll ever be apart from her.

“Thank you for telling me, but there are things that I haven’t told you either. Hansol’s my soulmate.” You say.

“Fuck.” The word leaves Dahyun’s lips so quietly. It’s the first time that you’ve heard her curse since her rebellious teen phase.

It feels like hours pass before either of you speak again. The tension in the room is so thick that even a power saw wouldn’t be able to cut through it. You try to think back to a time when you’ve ever felt like this around Dahyun, and you draw a blank.

“Do you want to be with him?” Dahyun asks.

You gnaw at your lips. “I’ve tried, Dahyun. I’ve tried so hard not to, but it’s like we’re magnetized. I’m trying, Dahyun, for you. For us. I love you so much, baby. I’ve never even talked to Hansol. How can I possibly be with him when I don’t know anything about him?” You say. She wraps an arm around your waist.

“110” is all she says.

“What?”

“110. That’s his dorm number. Drive me home, give me a goodbye kiss, and then go learn everything that you can about him.” She says.

“Dahyun, I’m not doing this to you.” You say. She ignores you.

“He’s so much like you. Maybe that’s why I was so attracted to him in the first place. And he yelled at me when I kissed him, you know? Told me that he’s waiting for his soulmate. For you.”

You do what Dahyun tells you. You drop her off at her dorm and you kiss her in the doorway. She makes you wait on her bed while she rummages through her desk. She pulls out a pack of makeup wipes and rubs one on your cheek.

“There. That’s more like it.” She says, placing her hand on your cheek and brushing her finger over the heart shaped mark under your eye.

“He keeps his covered, just like you.” She says. She starts to pull away, but you grab her forearm and hold it there.

“I love you, Dahyun. Always.” You say.

She scoffs, that the way that she always does. “You say that like we’ll never see each other again. You’re still my best friend, idiot.” She says. She shoves you off of her bed.

“Now, go. It’s getting late.”

You kiss her one last time, a soft brush of your lips over hers. Her eyes are twinkling when you pull away, but you don’t see a hint of sadness in them. Only happiness and love.

You leave her room on shaky legs and you knock on Hansol’s door with shaky hands.

“Hi,” You say, a little bit out of breath.

He’s wearing sweatpants and no shirt and he looks like he’s just woken up, but he smiles at you like you’re the centre of the universe.

“Hi,” He says back.

You spend the night lying in his bed side by side. You talk about music and the Friday Wind Down, and you don’t pull back when his hand brushes against yours, leaving sparks in its trail. You talk until the sun comes up and his alarm goes off. He laughs when he realizes that he’s had less than an hour of sleep all night and that he’s probably going to fall asleep during his lecture.

It’s a Friday evening when the sky comes crashing down around you for a second time. The constellations break and the stars fall, but they land in Hansol’s eyes and he helps you put the world back together.

#well then #this is going up unedited because it's already taken me like 2 days to write #vernon scenarios #vernon scenario #hansol scenarios #hansol scenario #seventeen scenarios #hansol #vernon #soulmate au #admin princess #we have yet to develop a set tagging system

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caratcorner · 8 years ago

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DK: Cynosure

Anon said: “can i please get a highschool!au w Dk where he falls inlove w the reader whos a foreign exchange student and sorta a "bad" girl and basically its a "love at first sight" kinda thing ? and he does what he can to get her attention & be her friend & spend time w her and stuff of that sort (w like cute ending) ((also even tho shes supposed to be bad could she not be like sad/mad or mean, just a class clown always gettin in trouble typa bad)) hope this is enough detail & tysm!!❤️🍋”

Word count: 3,000+

Summary: It wasn't possible, was it? Lee Seokmin would have never guessed he would fall in love with such a crazy but amazing girl.

Genre: Fluff, AU!HighSchool, Romance, Comedy(?); Female reader

A/N: (Cynosure: something that strongly attracts attention by its brilliance, interest, etc.) I'm so SO sorry for the ultra long time, I had the worst writer's block ever and I’m not even sure how the end turned out but I don’t want to make you wait any longer so ya, but hope you enjoy this! Since you said "bad girl" I made it with a female Y/N ^^

-Admin Haruna (& admin Syrup editing, thank u!)

Why were you like this to him? He tried to stop his heart from trying to jump out of his chest every time he heard your voice. Was it something normal? He would have never guessed these feelings would come up the day you were introduced to everyone in the classroom.

It was your first day in your new school, which just so happened to be in a new country. You were nervous but at the same time excited because it felt nice to get a fresh start. The first thing you noticed when you walked in was the strange guy doing a horse impression to his friends, which made you laugh a bit. “Please introduce yourself,” was what the teacher told you. He was kind of grumpy because his important history class was being interrupted but you didn’t care as you smiled happily and got up to your seat, then you put your feet on your chair and stood up in it, making all the students gasp and the history teacher almost have a heart attack. “Everyone, I’m Y/N Y/L/N! Hope we all can get along nicely! I’m going to have fun this year with y’all so nice to meet y’all.” Your accent was strong, and not only your looks, but also the way you talked was way too different from the other girls who tried hard to keep their calm and act all “feminine and cute.” While some of the girls started to gossip with each other, the guys seemed to like your carefree attitude; more in the way that they would like to be friends with you as you seemed nice and brave enough to do that in front of the history teacher. Everyone but... Lee Seokmin.

You were beautiful, someone that he could only look at and wonder how you were real. Your smile brightened up the usually quiet classroom and he couldn’t believe how much his heart swelled when he only knew your name. “Ahem... Miss Y/N, please SIT down. I need to start my class and you’re new but you still make more noise than all the guys there.” Everyone laughed, and different from being embarrassed you laughed while letting yourself get comfy on your seat, without knowing that someone in the classroom was still staring at you.

Different from what usually a transfer student would do, in the first hour you already had made some friends and the history teacher lectured you already 20 times, and everyone was still amused about how you always had an answer for everything. “Y/N Y/L/N, you’re new but you’re quite confident already, aren’t you?” the teacher sighed but you immediately answered, “Well yeah, I've been changing schools for a lot of times and traveled way more than all the people you talk about, so ya.” The teacher furrowed his eyebrows and put his fingers on his forehead, as if your answer had made him mad enough to give him a headache. Your classmates, though, laughed a lot so you just shrugged your shoulders and laughed with them.

The first time he got the guts to talk with you, he kind of stumbled over his feet and fell on his butt, but he put on a funny face to which you laughed and lent him a hand to help him get up, which was different from how you always showed a funny and strong personality. Your hand was soft and tiny in his, and he blushed hard from that, but you just assumed it was because he was embarrassed from having fallen in front of someone. That day Dokyeom told all his friends about his feelings for you. He was sure now that he was over heels for you. When he told everyone, they all got silent and Woozi spat his juice while gasping. “Y/N??? The classroom’s clown?” he asked, completely surprised.

Jeonghan giggled, “But I think she’s Dokyeom’s style, isn't she?” Jeonghan looked at Joshua who just shrugged.

“I guess, she’s kinda nice so why don’t you try talking with her?” Joshua put his hand on Seokmin’s shoulder and then Jun spoke.

“That’s true, though... Why haven’t you talked with her? She’s like talking with Seungkwan.”

Seungkwan gasped at Jun’s words and screamed, “BUT I’M BETTER QUALITY THAN HER!” and everyone laughed. They were having a nice time like every other day, but they didn’t know a girl with a jealous expression was eavesdropping on their talk and making an evil plan in her head.

The days quickly transformed into weeks and after some weeks it had been already a month and 15 days since you entered school; your name was known in every classroom as every teacher always told something about you to all the students and how ‘they should be quiet and calm and not follow your example.’ For you it was quite normal, you were okay with being the way you were, it was the real you and it was nice to make everyone have fun so they would never forget you. At first, girls didn’t seem to like you because even on the first day, you were surrounded by guys, but then you told all the girls that it was because you seemed like a male friend for them and then somehow they all relaxed and started to talk more with you.

It was all perfect, even though you were always having problems, you made sure it wasn’t that bad because after all you still had a bit of a sense of responsibility to yourself. One day while you were in the classroom with your hands up as a punishment and giggling (because you kind of put a pail full of water in the door so when the teacher opened it fell in his head and soaked him) someone entered the classroom. You thought it was the teacher and gazed up, only to meet one of the boys in your group of male friends. “Oh, Lee Seokmin is heeeere~” you said jokingly. If you had to be honest, everyone in the classroom was your friend... Everyone was pretty close to you, and so was Seokmin... But for some reason, he seemed kind of distant and you wondered why. He was a bit like you; he made the classroom light up by saying funny things, but he was a bit more cautious than you because he didn’t want to get in trouble. You remembered the first day you two got to meet...

*Flashback*

Even though you were pretty popular, you still liked some time alone so while everyone was having their lunch at the cafeteria you decided to sneak your way to the rooftop, where you knew no one was going to be. Pretty cheesy and cliché right? You sat down on a table that was up there. You didn’t know why no one wanted to be up there when the air was so fresh and you enjoyed every bit of it. You closed your eyes and suddenly someone spoke to you, to which you flinched a bit. “Can I sit with you?” a boy asked, even though he had already begun to set down his lunch and bag.

You really wouldn’t mind a bit of company even though you were trying to avoid the noise a bit. As the boy sat down all you could make out was that his name was Seokmin before he went completely off, telling you joke after joke, making you laugh until your stomach hurt. It didn’t even matter if you were loud or hyper now because you were loud and hyper together. That day was amazing because, usually, you were the one who would make the people laugh, but that time Seokmin rewarded you for doing so by making you laugh like it was the last day of your life. After that, you were going to thank him but lunch had finished and he went back to his friends and you left for your last lesson; even though you couldn’t thank him with words, you thanked him with a smile and your heart. What you didn’t know was that that day you stole Seokmin’s heart completely.

*End flashback*

Different from how he was with his friends and how he was with you that day, he seemed more shy than usual with you and that made you a little uncomfortable if you had to say the truth. He seemed like someone really funny, so why was he shy with you? He showed you his most funny side when you two were alone but after that, you hadn’t gotten time to be alone with him or ask him anything, so this was now your opportunity. “What are you doing here?" you asked him with a smile, and he laughed a bit because you still had your arms up.

“The teacher was kinda mean, right?” he said nonchalantly and grabbed the seat in front of you to sit down. “I... I was searching for my things... I think I forgot my money for lunch," he sighed and you giggled and he mimicked your expression.

“I also forget these things easily.” You started to move your hands in the air, feeling a bit tired of having your arms up. It was already 10 minutes since you’d been like this and you already wanted to lower your arms, but the teacher told you that if you did he would make you have your arms like that until classes were finished. Seokmin noticed your tired gaze and suddenly took your arms with his hands. Not expecting him to do that all of sudden, you blushed a bit. “W-What is it?” you asked him and he gave you a full smile that made your heart jump.

“You're tired, aren’t you? I know you can’t put your arms down now but I’ll help you hold them up.”

You laughed and let your arms rest a bit on his hands. They felt warm against your skin. “But are you okay being here? I thought the teacher told everyone not to enter the classroom because I was going to be here.”

He shook his head slightly, then avoided your gaze. “I kind of... Told the teacher that I forgot my money there...”

You nodded at his words. “Then you have to leave quickly, right?”

He seemed to hesitate but then he nodded again. “But you know, isn’t this a funny scene?” He laughed, it was true, the way you two looked right now was something that would make everyone laugh if they saw. “Seokmin, this is all of a sudden, but why are you usually not like this when there are other people around?”

He seemed to think a bit; sincerely he himself didn’t know why he was like that, but the reality was simple: it was because he had a crush on you. “Y/N... You should know why...” he said seriously, and you tilted your head.

“But I don't really know...” you told him honestly, and then he suddenly started to get closer to you still holding your arms, and you blushed hard but were unable to stop him; he stopped right in front of your face and...

“Can you imagine two noisy people together? If you're already suffering from this punishment, imagine the punishment the teachers would give us two...”

You snorted and he did too. “But I guess it’d be more entertaining to have these punishments with someone rather than alone.” He nodded and now you noticed his eye-smile, wow, it was cute.

“Of course, then I’ll... Never leave your side from now on so be prepared for that.” Even though he had a funny face while saying so, his words sounded way too cool for you, like he meant more than what he was saying.

Suddenly you both flinched when the school bell rang and you sighed gladly. “Oh finally, I’ll be able to put my arms down.” Seokmin left after that, not before saying ‘good luck’ to you of course.

Everyone started to enter the classroom. Finally, your teacher told you it was okay to put your arms down and when you did it felt amazingly good and you couldn’t help but let out a sigh that everyone could hear and they all laughed. Class started, but the whole time you felt a pair of eyes on you, but instead of feeling flustered, you felt like those eyes didn’t mean any good. Suddenly, there was a big crash sound and everyone flinched. When you looked next to you, you found out that the window by your side had fallen off and luckily for you, it ended up falling onto the other side. Suddenly a girl screamed, “Hey! Y/N, what are you doing!? That's dangerous!”

You stared at her in disbelief with your mouth open. “W-What? Why are you yelling at me?” She mirrored your expression as if telling you with her eyes that you were an idiot for asking that.

“You’re the one who did that, weren’t you?”

You denied it quickly, because how could you do such a thing? You liked to play pranks and to have fun, but you definitely wouldn’t do something that would put people in danger.

“How can you lie? You were the only one who was here the whole time! You did this to pull a prank on everyone just to have fun, but you could have hurt someone!” The girl continued yelling at you so you got up from your seat.

“No, I didn’t! I won’t put anyone in danger for a freaking prank! Also, yes I was the only one here but I had my hands up the whole time and didn’t move at all!”

The teacher suddenly yelled at you two and the classroom got quiet... a bit, because now everyone was whispering things to each other. You still could hear everyone, though: “Wow, can’t believe it...” “She’s really something, how could she?” “It’s dangerous... I know she likes to have fun but...” “Scary, better not get close to her...” “It was obviously her, there was no one but her in the classroom earlier...”

You didn’t like that.

“G-Guys... I swear, I didn’t do that... I-” The teacher made you shut up with a glare and you could see a little smirk forming on the girl’s face.

“Y/N... How could you? You know that the school can expel you for this, right?”

You sighed and put your fingers on your forehead. “Teacher, you too? You don’t have any proof that I was the one who did it, how can you just doubt me like this?” The teacher stared at the girl and then at you and grew silent.

“She didn’t do that,” you heard a boy suddenly talking and then you saw Seokmin looking more serious than ever. “I was here at lunch time and she didn’t move at all. You can check the cameras if you’re still doubting her, but I was here the whole time too and she did nothing.”

Suddenly, another boy put his hand up, it was Lee Chan. “I stayed in front of the classroom at lunch time on the table... And I didn’t see her doing anything strange.”

Now another boy, Seungcheol. “Honestly, I wasn’t nearby at lunch time, but I don’t think Y/N will do something that dangerous... She does think of everyone even if she acts the way she acts.” And suddenly everyone was putting their hands up, saying how you were a nice person and not even in your weirdest dreams you would do something like that.

“Ok, I understand... This was probably an accident, so I’m going to check the cameras. Everyone calm down now.” The teacher finally got out of the classroom to check the cameras. You saw the girl that made everyone doubt you.

She was now a panicking mess and biting her nails. You slowly made your way closer to her. “You... Were the one who did that, right?”

She glanced at you. “W-What the fuck are you talking about?” Her suddenly swearing made you jump a bit, but you just shrugged.

“I think it’s better if you apologize to everyone and tell the teacher before he sees the cameras. You can say it was an accident and they won’t expel you...”

Her hand was in the air suddenly and she was going to hit you but Seokmin appeared out of nowhere and stopped her. “You were the one who did that?” he gasped a bit, she shook his grip off. “I can’t believe you did that and put all the blame on Y/N...”

The teacher returned and you all ran to your seats. The teacher didn’t enter the classroom, but instead he just spoke. “Han Ji-a, come to the Principal's office.” Now everyone was staring at the girl who started everything and she just ran away quickly so no one could see how red her face was. The teacher followed her so she wouldn’t just skip class.

You got up from your seat and slowly made your way to Seokmin. When he saw you coming to him, he motioned with his head for you to go out of the classroom. You followed him, and you two sat down on the table that was right in front of your classroom. “Thank you... And thank you again.”

He laughed, how cute. “Why?? Double thanks?”

It was now your time to laugh. “Well, I mean, you made the teacher open his eyes about the window issue... And you stopped Ji-a from hitting me... So yeah, double thanks~” you exaggerated the words and you saw his eyes shining while staring at you in a way you couldn’t describe. You felt your cheeks burning so you lowered your gaze.

“Well... I need to protect the girl I like so it’s just normal.” He smiled shamelessly and you widened your eyes. The girl he liked? W-What? Who...?

“Me!?” you pointed at yourself and he poked your nose with his index finger. You could swear you felt a spark running through your body from the place he touched. You blushed and put your hands on your cheeks without noticing it.

“You and only you~” he said while winking and then laughing.

You punched his arm playfully and sighed. “Why you gotta be like this?”

He then stared right into your eyes. “I’m going to show you a better side of me... So I can be the guy you like too...” Your heart jumped, his words seeming like they were caressing you. “Would you... Give me an answer when that happens?”

And with your hand on your heart, you nodded. “I will...”

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