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“𝖨’𝗆 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎~”

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WINNING YOU BACK ★ . . 양정원 ୧ ‧₊˚

ꪮ୧ . ραιяιηg: .ᐟ academic riv!yang jungwon x reader

₍^. .^₎⟆ . . 680w ─── 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 ; kissing, skinship, jealousy, playful banter

【 𝒔yno𝒑sis 】 ✦ jungwon, the reigning academic champion, and you, his persistent rival, engage in a constant battle for intellectual supremacy. but amidst the playful banter and competitive fire, a different kind of spark ignites. when a new student threatens to steal your attention, jungwon's jealousy reveals his true feelings, leading to a confession and a kiss that redefines your rivalry.

사랑 ◦ 𝗃𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗐𝗈𝗇 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗂'𝗆 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖽𝗂𝖾

꒰ ◦ 𝗩𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗘 𝗗𝗘 𝗟'𝗔𝗠𝗢𝗨𝗥 ◦ ⸝⸝ ꒱

jungwon, with his effortless charm and seemingly innate ability to top every class, was the reigning champion of your academic world. you, however, were his persistent challenger, a worthy adversary who kept him on his toes with your sharp wit, relentless determination, and a competitive fire that burned bright. your rivalry was legendary, a constant dance of playful banter and intellectual sparring that fueled both your ambitions. you'd exchange witty barbs in the hallways, engage in heated debates during class discussions, and push each other to strive for excellence in every exam.

"you're going down this time, jungwon.." you'd declare, your eyes sparkling with competitive glee as you slammed your textbook onto the library table, the sound echoing through the quiet study area. he'd raise an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. "don't get ahead of yourself, sweetheart. i haven't lost yet."

and he never did. jungwon always seemed to be one step ahead, his effortless grasp of complex concepts and unwavering focus leaving you trailing in his wake. but despite your constant defeats, jungwon found your determination endearing. he loved the way your eyes lit up with challenge, the way you'd pout when he outscored you, and the way you'd never give up, always coming back for more. he loved the way your competitive spirit brought a spark to his otherwise predictable academic life.

one afternoon, as you were both studying in the library, you noticed jungwon staring at you with an unreadable expression. "what?" you asked, self-consciously tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear, your cheeks flushing slightly under his intense gaze. "nothing," he replied, a faint blush creeping up his neck. "just admiring the view." you rolled your eyes, but a smile tugged at your lips. "focus on your books, jungwon. you might actually lose to me one day." he chuckled, a low rumble in his chest that sent shivers down your spine. "i wouldn't dream of it. besides, where's the fun in winning if there's no challenge?" he leaned closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "and you, my dear rival, are the most delightful challenge i've ever encountered."

your heart skipped a beat at his words, and you quickly looked down at your textbook, pretending to be engrossed in the complex equations. but you couldn't ignore the warmth spreading through you, the way his words made your stomach do a funny little flip.

but jungwon's confidence wavered when a new student, jake, arrived. jake was smart, especially on math and physics. charismatic, and undeniably handsome, and he quickly caught your attention. you found yourself drawn to his easy going nature and quick wit, and jungwon noticed the way your eyes would linger on him a little too long, the way your laughter seemed a little brighter when you were with him. he noticed the way you'd blush when jake complimented you, the way you'd eagerly agree to study sessions with him, the way you'd light up when he entered the room.

a pang of jealousy shot through jungwon, a feeling he'd never experienced before. he realized that your rivalry, your constant pursuit of him, had become something more. he'd grown accustomed to your attention, your competitive fire directed solely at him. now, seeing you gravitate towards someone else, he felt a possessiveness he couldn't deny. he wanted you to look at him the way you looked at jake, to laugh with him the way you laughed with jake, to be the reason for your blush and your smile.

one evening, after witnessing you and jake laughing together in the hallway, jungwon couldn't hold back any longer. he pulled you aside, his expression uncharacteristically serious, his usual playful demeanor replaced with a quiet intensity.

"what's going on with you and jake?" one day he asked, his voice laced with a hint of possessiveness, his jaw clenched slightly. you looked at him, surprised by his intensity. "what do you mean?" "you seem… different around him," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper, his eyes searching yours for an answer. "happier." a wave of realization washed over you. you'd been so focused on your rivalry with jungwon, on trying to beat him, that you hadn't noticed the way your heart would flutter when he teased you, the way his smile could make your day. you hadn't noticed the way his eyes would sparkle when he looked at you, the way his touch would send shivers down your spine, the way his presence would fill you with a warmth you couldn't explain.

"jungwon, i…" you began, but he cut you off, his hand reaching out to gently cup your cheek, his thumb stroking your skin softly. "i like you," he confessed, his eyes locking with yours, his voice filled with a raw honesty you'd never heard before. "more than just a rival. and it's killing me to see you with someone else."

your heart pounded in your chest, your breath catching in your throat. he stepped closer, his gaze intense, his body heat radiating against yours. "i know i always win," he said, his voice husky, his breath warm against your lips. "but for once, i want to lose. i want to lose to you. let me win you back."

he leaned in, his lips finding yours in a kiss that was both tender and demanding, a perfect blend of his gentle nature and his newfound possessiveness. it was a kiss that spoke of rivalry, of jealousy, of a love that had blossomed amidst the battle for academic supremacy. as you kissed him back, you realized that jungwon wasn't just your academic rival, he was your everything. and you were his.

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ᯓ★ soft spot . 심재윤! ୧

⋆˙ ⟡ pairing: famousboy!jake x reader

⋆˙ ⟡ genre: FLUFF; kissing, skinship, soft confessions

⋆˙ ⟡ synopsis: jake sim, the school's golden boy and notorious heartbreaker, has built a fortress around his emotions. he's charming, talented, and fiercely independent, rejecting every advance with a polite but firm dismissal. but when a new, genuinely kind student enters his world, his carefully constructed walls begin to crumble, revealing a soft spot he never knew he had.

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the cafeteria hummed with the usual lunchtime chaos, but jake sim remained unfazed, his attention fixed on the football field visible through the window. he could practically feel the leather of the ball against his foot, the satisfying thud as it connected, the roar of the crowd. it was a feeling far more thrilling than any fleeting romantic encounter.

"bro, seriously, you need to get a girlfriend," jay groaned, leaning back in his chair, his eyes rolling. "every girl in this school is throwing themselves at you, and you're acting like you're allergic to affection."

jake shrugged, a nonchalant smile playing on his lips. "i'm content," he replied, his gaze still drifting towards the field. "besides, i'm waiting for someone… special."

heeseung snorted, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. "yeah, someone who doesn't exist. you're a hopeless romantic, jake. just admit it."

"maybe," jake conceded, a hint of a smile in his eyes. he wasn't lying. he held an ideal of true love, a connection that went beyond superficial attraction, a feeling he had yet to experience. a feeling that made his heart ache a little when he was alone.

his reputation as the school's most eligible bachelor was well-earned. he was charming, undeniably handsome, and a star athlete, but he remained emotionally distant, preferring the company of his friends to the pursuit of romance. he'd seen too many shallow relationships, too many fleeting infatuations, and he refused to settle for anything less than genuine connection. he would rather spend his time practicing football, than pretending he liked someone he didn't.

then, you arrived.

you were a breath of fresh air, an innocent presence in the school's often-cynical atmosphere. you were quiet, kind, and genuinely interested in people, not their popularity or status. you were new, and a little shy, and jake noticed the way you always had a book in your hand, or the way you smiled softly at the small things, like the way the sunlight hit the leaves of the trees outside the library. you were different.

one afternoon, during a particularly intense football practice, a stray ball went flying towards the sidelines, striking you square in the shoulder. you stumbled, your books scattering across the grass, pages fluttering in the breeze.

"oh my god, i'm so sorry!" jake exclaimed, rushing towards you, his heart pounding with guilt. he felt a pang of guilt, a feeling he rarely experienced. "are you alright?"

you looked up, your eyes wide and a little dazed, a faint blush coloring your cheeks. "yeah," you murmured, rubbing your shoulder, a small wince escaping your lips. "just a little surprised."

he helped you gather your books, his fingers brushing against yours. there was a spark, a subtle connection that made him pause, a warmth spreading through him. "i'm jake," he said, offering you a reassuring smile, his eyes searching yours.

"i know," you replied, a faint blush coloring your cheeks, your voice barely above a whisper. "you're kind of… famous." you looked away, embarrassed.

he chuckled, a soft sound that made your heart flutter. "yeah, i guess i am. but i'm also really clumsy with footballs, apparently." he looked down at your books, and noticed the title of the book you had been reading. it was a classic romance novel. "you like romance novels?" he asked, trying to sound casual.

you nodded, your cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink. "yeah," you mumbled. "they're… comforting."

he found himself drawn to your quiet sincerity, your lack of pretense. he offered to walk you to your next class, and during the short walk, he found himself genuinely enjoying your company. you talked about books, about music, about your dreams for the future. he listened intently, captivated by your genuine enthusiasm, the way your eyes lit up when you talked about your passions.

as the days turned into weeks, jake found himself seeking out your company. he'd find excuses to walk you to class, to sit with you during lunch, to help you with your homework. he’d even start carrying a book around, trying to find something in common with you. his friends noticed the change, the softening in his demeanor, the way his eyes would light up when he saw you.

"dude, what's going on?" sunoo asked, raising an eyebrow, his voice laced with teasing. "you're acting… different."

"different how?" jake asked, trying to sound casual, his cheeks flushing slightly.

"you're actually talking to a girl," jungwon pointed out, a teasing grin on his face. "and not just talking, you're like… interested. like, really interested."

jake shrugged, a faint blush creeping up his neck. "she's just… different," he admitted, his voice soft. "she's kind, and genuine, and she doesn't care about all the… stuff. she actually reads the books she carries around."

he found himself wanting to protect your innocence, to shield you from the harsh realities of the school's social scene. he'd watch from afar as other girls tried to approach you, their motives transparent, and he'd feel a surge of protectiveness, a desire to keep you safe, a feeling he had never felt before.

one evening, after a particularly long study session in the library, he walked you home. the streetlights cast long shadows, and the air was filled with the quiet hum of the city. the silence between them was comfortable, filled with unspoken feelings.

"i had a really nice time tonight," you said, your voice soft, breaking the silence.

"me too," jake replied, his eyes fixed on yours, his heart pounding in his chest. "you know, you're really… amazing. you're the only person who i feel like i can be myself around."

you blushed, looking away, your heart fluttering. "thank you, jake."

he stopped walking, turning to face you, his eyes searching yours. "i know i have a reputation," he said, his voice low, a hint of vulnerability in his tone. "and i know i haven't exactly been the nicest guy in the past. but with you, it's different. you make me want to be a better person. you make me want to stop acting like a jerk."

he reached out, gently cupping your face in his hands, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through you. "i think… i think i'm falling for you," he confessed, his eyes searching yours for any sign of rejection, his voice barely a whisper.

you looked up at him, your eyes filled with a mixture of surprise and something else, something that looked suspiciously like hope, like you had been waiting for him to say those words. "jake…"

he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours, his breath warm against your skin. "can i kiss you?" he whispered, his voice husky.

you nodded, and he closed the distance, his lips finding yours in a soft, tender kiss. it was a kiss that spoke of unspoken feelings, of a connection that went beyond words. it was a kiss that proved, even the most guarded hearts can find their soft spot. and his, was only for you. and he knew, that he would do everything he could, to keep that soft spot safe.

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⸝⸝ jakehoonki biased ─ ✿

⊹ ࣪ ˖ i love the way, you love the chase

⊹ ࣪ baby we got what you need

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ᯓ★ dance practice . 西村力! ୧

⋆˙ ⟡ pairing: childhoodfriend!riki x reader

⋆˙ ⟡ genre: FLUFF; kissing, skinship, playful banter.

⋆˙ ⟡ synopsis: childhood friends, you and riki, find their late-night dance practice turning into something more. years of unspoken feelings rise to the surface as playful banter evolves into flirtation, and the line between friendship and romance blurs in the quiet intimacy of the studio.

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the late-night studio air was thick with the familiar scent of sweat and polished floors. you were battling a particularly stubborn choreography, the beat pulsing through you, but your frustration was growing. you'd been at it for hours, and the tricky transition just wouldn't click.

"still fighting with that move, huh?" a familiar voice drawled, and you turned to see riki leaning against the mirrored wall, a playful smirk on his face. "i thought you'd have mastered it by now, childhood bestie."

you rolled your eyes, a smile tugging at your lips. "oh, shut up, riki. you know i hate this part."

"well, maybe i can help," he said, pushing himself off the wall and walking towards you, his movements smooth and confident. "after all, i've known you since we were tripping over our own feet in ballet class."

"yeah, and you were always the one who landed gracefully," you retorted, but you couldn't deny the warmth spreading through you.

"exactly," he said, his eyes sparkling. "so, let's see what's going on." he stepped closer, his presence filling the space, and you suddenly felt a little flustered. "show me."

you ran through the move, stumbling slightly on the transition. riki watched intently, his eyes following your every move. "you're too tense," he said, his voice low. "you need to relax, let the music guide you."

he stepped behind you, his hands lightly resting on your shoulders. "like this," he whispered, his breath warm against your neck, sending shivers down your spine. he guided your body through the movement, his touch feather-light but firm. "feel the rhythm? let it flow."

you followed his lead, and suddenly, the move clicked. the transition felt effortless, smooth. you turned to him, a triumphant grin on your face. "i got it!"

"of course you did," he said, his eyes twinkling. "you just needed a little… persuasion."

the playful banter continued as you practiced together, the atmosphere charged with a familiar intimacy. riki's teasing was laced with a flirty undertone, and you found yourself blushing more than you'd like to admit.

"you know," he said, leaning closer, his voice a low murmur, "i always thought you looked beautiful when you dance. even back when you were wearing those ridiculous tutus."

you blushed, pushing him playfully. "oh my god, riki, stop."

"i'm just saying," he said, his eyes sparkling. "you have a way of moving that's… captivating. like you're telling a story with every step."

"you're just saying that because we've known each other forever," you said, but your heart was pounding.

"maybe," he said, his eyes meeting yours, his gaze intense. "or maybe it's because i've always been a little bit… captivated by you."

the air crackled with unspoken tension. he reached out, his fingers tracing the line of your jaw, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through you. "you know," he whispered, "we've been friends for so long… maybe it's time we tried something different."

he stepped closer, his eyes searching yours, and you knew that the line between friendship and something more was about to blur. "what do you mean?" you breathed, your voice barely a whisper.

"i mean," he said, his voice low and husky, "i've always liked you. more than a friend. and i think you feel the same way."

he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours, and you closed your eyes, the anticipation building. "riki…"

"shhh," he whispered, his lips finding yours in a soft, tender kiss. "just… let it happen."

the kiss deepened, a silent acknowledgment of the feelings that had been simmering beneath the surface for years. the late-night dance practice had become something more, a moment of realization, a turning point in your lifelong friendship. and you realized, he had always been flirty, you had just been too blind to see it.

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♡ . ⌗ – OT 7 ⊹. . coming soon. . . ♡ . ⌗ – yang jungwon ⊹. . coming soon. . . ♡ . ⌗ – lee heeseung ⊹. . coming soon. . . ♡ . ⌗ – park jongseong ⊹. . ᯓ★ late night guitar . 박종생 !  ୧ ♡ . ⌗ – sim jaeyun ⊹. . ᯓ★ soft spot . 심재윤! ୧ ♡ . ⌗ – park sunghoon ⊹. . coming soon. . .

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♡ . ⌗ – nishimura riki ⊹. . ᯓ★ dance practice . 西村力 !  ୧

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ᯓ★ late night guitar . 박종생 !  ୧

⋆˙ ⟡ pairing: boyfriend!jay x reader ⋆˙ ⟡ genre: FLUFF; kissing, skinship, pet names. ⋆˙ ⟡ synopsis: the clock strikes midnight, casting a soft glow over your shared apartment. jay, your boyfriend and a talented musician, strums a soulful melody on his guitar, filling the quiet night with a symphony of love and longing. as the music weaves its magic, you find yourselves drawn into a world of whispered confessions, stolen kisses, and a love that resonates with every chord. >ᴗ< ૮₍´˶• . • ⑅ ₎ა click here!

the city sleeps, but your apartment is alive with the soft strumming of a guitar. jay, his brow furrowed in concentration, his fingers dancing across the fretboard, creates a melody that speaks to your soul.

you lie in bed, your eyes closed, listening to the music wash over you. it's a love song, a ballad that captures the essence of your relationship – the passion, the tenderness, the unwavering devotion.

jay's voice, a low and husky rumble, joins the music, his lyrics painting a picture of your love story. he sings of your first meeting, your stolen glances, your shared laughter, and the way you make his heart beat a little faster with every passing day.

the music fades, leaving a comfortable silence in its wake. jay sets his guitar aside and joins you in bed, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you close.

"did you like it?" he asks, his voice a soft whisper against your ear.

you nod, your eyes sparkling with admiration. "it was beautiful, jay. you're so talented."

he smiles, his cheeks flushing with a warmth that spreads to your heart. "i wrote it for you," he confesses, his voice barely audible. "it's everything i feel, everything i want to say."

you turn to face him, your fingers tracing the outline of his jaw. "you don't need words, jay," you whisper. "your music speaks for itself."

jay leans in, his lips brushing against yours in a tender kiss. it's a kiss that speaks of love, longing, and a connection that transcends words.

his hands find their way into your hair, his touch gentle yet possessive. he deepens the kiss, his tongue exploring the sweet depths of your mouth, his passion igniting a fire within you.

you respond with equal fervor, your hands roaming his body, exploring the contours of his muscles, the warmth of his skin. you lose yourselves in the moment, the world outside fading away as you succumb to the intoxicating power of your love.

as the night progresses, you and jay communicate in a language that's both ancient and new. it's a language of touch, of taste, of whispered confessions and stolen glances.

jay peppers your face with kisses, his lips leaving a trail of fire wherever they touch. he calls you pet names – "baby," "sweetheart," "my love" – each word a testament to his adoration.

you respond in kind, your fingers tracing patterns on his chest, your lips murmuring words of love and appreciation. you tell him how much he means to you, how his music makes your heart sing, how his presence fills your life with joy.

as the first rays of dawn peek through the curtains, you and jay lie entwined, your bodies exhausted but your spirits soaring.

"i love you," jay whispers, his voice husky with emotion. "i love you more than words can say."

you smile, your heart overflowing with love. "i love you too, jay," you reply. "more than anything in the world."

he seals your promise with a kiss, a kiss that speaks of forever, a kiss that promises a lifetime of love, laughter, and late-night serenades.

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jungwon has been quiet ever since you both left the party.

all the way from the party to your home, he hasn't uttered a single word, just stealing quiet glances at you. his hand resting lightly against the small of your back as he walked beside you. his silence wasn’t cold, but thoughtful—heavy with something unspoken. his fingers occasionally flexed, as if restraining the urge to hold you tighter.

when you reach your apartment, he follows you inside, shutting the door behind him with a slow, deliberate motion. His eyes lingers on you, dark and unreadable, but the tension in his posture is unmistakable.

a soft sigh leaves your mouth, as you lean against the wall, “are you still thinking about that guy, ‘won?”

jungwon’s lips press into a thin line before he exhales through his nose, stepping closer, “thinking about him? not at all,” he murmurs, his voice smoother now with a teasing undertone, he smirks, “i always only think about you, princess.”

you cross your arms, as if it will cover up for your beating heart. “that guy was just being friendly, jungwon.”

jungwon’s muscles visibly flex under his black shirt as he grits his jaw. his brows lift slightly, amusement flickering across his face, yet a distinct sharpness behind it. “really, what is that? i think he was clearly trying to cross boundaries,” he tilts his head, taking a step closer to you, “did you like it?”

you breathe hitches from the intensity of his gaze and the drunken loveliness of his eyes, “jungwon—”

he is swift enough to cut you short in your incoherent sentence, by placing his hands on either side of your head against the walls. and that’s when you realise your back has met the cold wall.

he isn’t angry or jealous, not exactly. but there is a quiet intensity in the way he looks at you, like he needs to remind you—remind himself—that this thing between you is real, raw, undeniable. jungwon knew the consequences of having a pretty girlfriend, of course boys were going to hit on her and flirt with her, trying to steal you away. but he didn’t mind any of it, his confidence in your loyalty stayed strong.

although tonight was different. the way that guy invaded your proximity ticked a radar off in yang jungwon— until he couldn’t take it anymore.

you’re only his to touch.

“hmm?” he hums, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers brushing past your cheeks, “jungwon what?”

“you don’t have to be jealous, you know,” you sigh, your breath hitching once again.

jungwon finally leans in, until his cologne hits stronger in the air, mingled with his hot breath falling over your neck.

his fingers brush against your jaw, tilting your chin up with a touch so gentle it sends a shiver down your spine. “i know you,” he murmurs, voice low, intimate. “you weren’t interested in him. but still, seeing someone else act like they could have you?” his thumb traces the corner of your lip, lingering, before his fingers slid lower, ghosting over your pulse. “i didn’t like that.”

your lips part slightly, and that’s all it takes.

jungwon immediately leans in, capturing your lips in a kiss that was unhurried and intense. it isn’t rough or rushed—just deep, deliberate. his hands find your waist, fingers spread over the fabric of your shirt before slipping beneath, palms warm against your skin. he kisses you like he has all the time in the world, savoring, making sure you feel every bit of his presence, his need.

you melt into him, fingers sliding into his hair, and the quiet sigh you let out had him pressing closer, his body molding against yours. he deepens the kiss, his lips brushing against yours in a way that sends warmth pooling in your stomach. when he pulls back slightly, his lips barely an inch from yours, he lets out a soft chuckle, his breath warm against your skin.

“i don’t have to be jealous,” he whispers, eyes never leaving yours, “i already know you’re mine.”

your chest rose and fell with the weight of his words, his touch. “you sound so sure.”

his smile is slow, confident. “i don’t have to sound sure.” his lips ghost over yours again, teasing, coaxing. “i just know.”

he giggles into another kiss as your hand flies to cup his cheeks, well you back, you squeeze them together, cooing, “jealousy does look cute on you, love.”

and now it was time for him to be flustered.

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