kitty-won07

[kitty-won07]

Under the mistletoe🎄

Paring : Best friend! Sohee x reader.

Genre : Friends to lovers,romance,fluffy,happy ending.

Summary : Long-time friends, you and Sohee, decorate for Christmas while playfully teasing each other. Under the mistletoe, Sohee confesses his feelings, and you reciprocate, marking the start of something more.

Author's note : Hey guys! , I know I'm a little late but here I am , hope you enjoy it and Merry Christmas everyone ! . ( Also thank you so much for liking my first story with Jungwon, I appreciate it ! .)

Don't forget to like it or reblog it. ツ✿

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You had known Sohee for years, ever since you were paired together for a group project in art class during middle school. The assignment was to create a sculpture representing "teamwork," and while you��d been busy shaping clay with serious focus, Sohee had spent most of his time cracking jokes and turning the scraps into little animals.

“Relax,” he’d said when you scolded him for not helping. “Art is supposed to be fun.”

You thought he was annoying back then, but when the teacher praised your final sculpture—complete with one of Sohee’s clay animals on top—you couldn’t deny he had a point.Now, years later, Sohee was sitting cross-legged on your living room floor, flipping through your playlist on your laptop.

“This is it?” he teased, raising an eyebrow. “You’ve got, like, three songs from the same artist on here. Obsessed much?”

“Says the guy who made an entire playlist called ‘Songs That Make Me Feel Like a Movie Protagonist,’” you shot back, tossing a pillow at him.

He dodged it easily, grinning. “Hey, it’s a masterpiece. You should try it sometime.”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help smiling. This was how it always was with Sohee—effortless banter and inside jokes that felt like second nature. But lately, you’d been feeling… different. Like maybe you wanted more than just teasing and shared playlists.

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“So,” Sohee said, setting the laptop aside, “what’s the plan for tonight? Movie marathon or baking disaster part two?”

“Neither,” you said, pulling out a box of decorations. “We’re decorating for Christmas.”

His eyes widened. “It’s barely December!”

“Exactly,” you replied, dragging out the box of ornaments. “If we don’t start now, we’ll never finish.”

With a dramatic sigh, Sohee gave in, helping you untangle fairy lights and hang ornaments on your tiny tree. He complained about the glitter getting everywhere and how the star wouldn’t stay straight, but you caught him smiling when he thought you weren’t looking.

When the tree was finally done, you flipped the switch, and the room filled with a warm, golden glow.

“Not bad,” Sohee admitted, stepping back to admire your handiwork. “You’ve got a good eye for this kind of thing.”

“Thanks,” you said, proud of your work.

Before you could bask in the moment, Sohee grabbed a sprig of mistletoe from the decoration box and held it above his head, grinning mischievously.

“Looks like you have no choice now,” he teased. “Rules are rules.”

Your heart jumped, and you felt your face heat up. “You’re ridiculous,” you said, trying to sound unaffected.

But then Sohee’s teasing expression softened, and he lowered the mistletoe slightly. “What if I’m serious?” he asked, his voice quieter.

“What?” you blinked, caught off guard.

“What if I want it to be real?” he said, stepping closer.

Your breath caught as you looked at him, your usual banter replaced with something far more vulnerable.

“I…” you hesitated, your cheeks burning. “I didn’t think you’d ever…”

He smiled softly, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve liked you for a while now,” he said. “I just wasn’t sure if you felt the same.”

You felt a rush of relief and warmth all at once. “Of course I do, you idiot,” you blurted, unable to stop the smile spreading across your face.

Sohee grinned, then leaned in, sohee’s lips brushed against yours, soft and hesitant at first, as if he was waiting for a sign.

The world seemed to pause as the kiss deepened, warm and sweet, with an unspoken promise in each gentle movement. His breath mingled with yours, his touch barely there but enough to send a rush of warmth through you.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, both of you breathless, the air thick with the unspoken things that had always been between you.

“So,” he said, scratching the back of his neck, “does this mean you’ll finally let me add one of my songs to your playlist?”

You laughed, feeling lighter than ever. “We’ll see,” you teased. “But only if you promise to help me decorate every year.”

“Deal,” he said, his grin widening.

And as the fairy lights twinkled around you, it felt like the start of something even brighter.

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[kitty-won07]

Rivals at Heart

Pairing : Class president! Jungwon x student! reader.

Genre : Academics Rivals to Lovers(?) , Bickerings,Fluff.

Words count : 1.13k.

Summary : Fierce academic rivals, you and Jungwon are forced to team up for a prestigious scholarship competition. What begins as tense collaboration slowly unravels years of rivalry, revealing unexpected connection and mutual respect. As competition turns to camaraderie—and something more—you both learn that the greatest victories aren't won alone, but together.

Author's note : Hey guys ! , this is my first fanfiction, I wanted my first story to be about jungwon as he is my bias. I hope you guys enjoy it , sorry about mistakes and let me know if you liked it by rebloging or just comenthing :) .

The quiet hum of the school library was broken by the sound of your notebook slamming shut. You glared across the table at Jungwon, who sat with his usual calm demeanor, typing furiously on his laptop.

"You're not seriously trying to beat me on this project too, are you?" you asked, narrowing your eyes.

Jungwon didn’t even glance up. "Beat you? That implies there’s competition. I’ve already won."

Your fists clenched around your pen. For years, this had been the routine: Jungwon’s smug quips, your biting comebacks, and a constant battle for academic supremacy. Teachers loved to pair you two up, calling it a "dream team." To you, it felt more like a nightmare.

The scholarship announcement came during morning assembly. A hush fell over the students as the principal introduced the competition: a chance to work with the city’s top universities and secure early admissions. The catch? Teams would be assigned by the administration.

When your name was called, you froze.

“And their partner… Jungwon Yang.”

Your stomach dropped. From the corner of your eye, you saw him smirk.

“Looks like the school finally realized we’re the best,” Jungwon said as he passed you in the hall later.

“Don’t get too comfortable,” you shot back. “I’m not losing because of you.”

The first study session was predictably disastrous.

“I don’t need your help with the research,” you snapped, yanking a textbook away.

“And I don’t need your color-coded charts cluttering the desk,” Jungwon replied, his voice clipped.

Hours passed in tense silence, the only sound the scratching of pens and furious typing. It wasn’t until you both reached for the same article—your hands brushing—that you realized how close you were sitting. You pulled away quickly, heat rushing to your face.

The group project presentation was supposed to be easy. But when one of your teammates fumbled their part, you felt panic rising. Before you could intervene, Jungwon stepped in seamlessly.

“Actually,” he began, his voice steady and confident, “what they meant to say was…”

He delivered a flawless explanation, saving the presentation. Afterward, you cornered him in the hallway.

“Why’d you do that?” you demanded. “You could’ve let them fail.”

Jungwon shrugged, his gaze softening. “It would’ve affected your grade too. I wasn’t going to let that happen.”

For once, you didn’t have a snarky reply.

As the competition progressed, the walls between you started to crumble. Late-night study sessions turned into debates about everything from philosophy to your favorite snacks. You began noticing the small things about Jungwon—how he tapped his pen when he was thinking, how his eyes lit up when he explained something he was passionate about.

And he noticed you too. The way you tucked your hair behind your ear when you were focused. The way you bit your lip when you were trying not to laugh at his jokes.

It didn’t take long for the rest of the school to notice the shift in your dynamic. The whispers started during class when you and Jungwon exchanged smiles instead of sharp remarks.

“Wait,” one of your friends whispered during lunch. “Are you two…?”

You nearly choked on your drink. “No! I mean… not really. I don’t know.”

Across the cafeteria, Jungwon caught your eye and gave you a small, knowing smile. Your heart fluttered.

Later, when you confronted him about it, he shrugged. “Let them talk. It’s not like I’m ashamed of you.”

The simplicity of his words left you speechless again.

One afternoon, the two of you sat on the rooftop, overlooking the bustling schoolyard below. The scholarship was officially yours, and with the competition behind you, things felt lighter than they had in years.

“So,” you said, leaning back against the railing. “Now that we’re not competing anymore, what do we do?”

Jungwon turned to you, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Who says we’re done competing? There’s still university applications, internships, exams…”

You groaned, swatting his arm. “You’re impossible.”

“Maybe,” he said, grinning. “But you wouldn’t want it any other way.”

The school auditorium was packed, buzzing with excitement for the annual debate competition. It was a tradition for graduating seniors, and naturally, you and Jungwon were the star participants. This time, however, you weren’t partners—you were opponents.

“Ready to lose?” Jungwon teased, straightening his blazer as you both stood backstage.

“Lose? You’re underestimating me already. That’s your first mistake,” you shot back, smirking.

He chuckled, leaning in just enough for his voice to lower. “Try not to get distracted by how good I look winning.”

The familiar banter only fueled your determination.

The debate was intense. Each point Jungwon made was sharp, confident, and impeccably supported, but you fired back with equal wit and conviction. The audience was on the edge of their seats as the two of you traded arguments like a perfectly choreographed dance.

It wasn’t until the final round that the tension shifted. Jungwon’s rebuttal started strong, but then he faltered—just for a second. His eyes flickered to yours, and for the briefest moment, his usual competitive edge softened.

You recognized it immediately. He was holding back.

After his turn, you stood to deliver your closing statement. The words came easily, but your mind was racing. Was Jungwon pulling his punches to let you win?

After the debate, the judges announced the winner: you. The applause was thunderous, but all you could think about was Jungwon’s expression—calm and unreadable, as always.

Later, you found him in the empty hallway outside the auditorium. “You held back,” you said, crossing your arms.

Jungwon leaned against the wall, his smirk returning. “You noticed, huh?”

“Why?”

He shrugged, his tone light but sincere. “I’ve been winning against you for years. I figured it was time to give you something back.”

You stepped closer, your heart pounding. “I don’t want you to hold back. Not for me.”

For the first time, Jungwon hesitated. “You don’t need me to. You’re already better than me in ways I can’t compete with.”

The words left you stunned. Before you could respond, he added with a grin, “But don’t get used to it. Next time, I’m winning.”

You laughed, the sound breaking the tension. “We’ll see about that.”

As you walked out of the school together, the rivalry that had once defined your relationship now felt like the foundation for something stronger. Jungwon reached for your hand, and for the first time, you let him win.