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PERFECT CHEM . ❨ y.jw smau ❩ ⵌ 09 — get off my back

last. next. m.list.

⸝⸝ summary : yn is a voluntary “outsider”— the kind who’s never spotted at department social events, vanishes the moment a lecture ends, and is practically an enigmatic ghost to her peers. she’d much rather spend her time tucked away in the quiet comfort of her apartment, away from the noise and nonsense that accompany a social life. enter yang jungwon: student council president, the life sci department’s resident golden boy, and, unfortunately for yn, her newest, most persistent headache.

⸝⸝ lin's love note :  this chapter is kind of creepy .. but i promise it gets more lighthearted ! chaps might be uploaded a little less frequently until the first week of aug bc i'm preparing for exams !! also for timeline clarification, this takes place about a week after the last chapter.

⸝⸝ taglist : @jun2ki @cara9065 @ivxae @graceyein @yunkiism @dearmynayeon @seokjinthescientist @devilish-meangadh @kimuranirisi @enhzzlvr1009 @zanaur @celli-ohs @eoduuung @aernx @iilyri @won1yoiz @sunoo-to-cleanse-the-soul @rikchic @miffysequel @heelovesmeknot @soondoongdoriii @bestboileeknow (comment or ask to be added!)

[linyki]

PERFECT CHEM . ❨ y.jw smau ❩ ⵌ 09 — get off my back

last. next. m.list.

⸝⸝ summary : yn is a voluntary “outsider”— the kind who’s never spotted at department social events, vanishes the moment a lecture ends, and is practically an enigmatic ghost to her peers. she’d much rather spend her time tucked away in the quiet comfort of her apartment, away from the noise and nonsense that accompany a social life. enter yang jungwon: student council president, the life sci department’s resident golden boy, and, unfortunately for yn, her newest, most persistent headache.

⸝⸝ lin's love note :  this chapter is kind of creepy .. but i promise it gets more lighthearted ! chaps might be uploaded a little less frequently until the first week of aug bc i'm preparing for exams !! also for timeline clarification, this takes place about a week after the last chapter.

⸝⸝ taglist : @jun2ki @cara9065 @ivxae @graceyein @yunkiism @dearmynayeon @seokjinthescientist @devilish-meangadh @kimuranirisi @enhzzlvr1009 @zanaur @celli-ohs @eoduuung @aernx @iilyri @won1yoiz @sunoo-to-cleanse-the-soul @rikchic @miffysequel @heelovesmeknot @soondoongdoriii @bestboileeknow (comment or ask to be added!)

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PERFECT CHEM . ❨ y.jw smau ❩ ⵌ 09 — get off my back

last. next. m.list.

⸝⸝ summary : yn is a voluntary “outsider”— the kind who’s never spotted at department social events, vanishes the moment a lecture ends, and is practically an enigmatic ghost to her peers. she’d much rather spend her time tucked away in the quiet comfort of her apartment, away from the noise and nonsense that accompany a social life. enter yang jungwon: student council president, the life sci department’s resident golden boy, and, unfortunately for yn, her newest, most persistent headache.

⸝⸝ lin's love note :  this chapter is kind of creepy .. but i promise it gets more lighthearted ! chaps might be uploaded a little less frequently until the first week of aug bc i'm preparing for exams !! also for timeline clarification, this takes place about a week after the last chapter.

⸝⸝ taglist : @jun2ki @cara9065 @ivxae @graceyein @yunkiism @dearmynayeon @seokjinthescientist @devilish-meangadh @kimuranirisi @enhzzlvr1009 @zanaur @celli-ohs @eoduuung @aernx @iilyri @won1yoiz @sunoo-to-cleanse-the-soul @rikchic @miffysequel @heelovesmeknot @soondoongdoriii @bestboileeknow (comment or ask to be added!)

[linyki]

PERFECT CHEM . ❨ y.jw smau ❩ ⵌ 09 — get off my back

last. next. m.list.

⸝⸝ summary : yn is a voluntary “outsider”— the kind who’s never spotted at department social events, vanishes the moment a lecture ends, and is practically an enigmatic ghost to her peers. she’d much rather spend her time tucked away in the quiet comfort of her apartment, away from the noise and nonsense that accompany a social life. enter yang jungwon: student council president, the life sci department’s resident golden boy, and, unfortunately for yn, her newest, most persistent headache.

⸝⸝ lin's love note :  this chapter is kind of creepy .. but i promise it gets more lighthearted ! chaps might be uploaded a little less frequently until the first week of aug bc i'm preparing for exams !! also for timeline clarification, this takes place about a week after the last chapter.

⸝⸝ taglist : @jun2ki @cara9065 @ivxae @graceyein @yunkiism @dearmynayeon @seokjinthescientist @devilish-meangadh @kimuranirisi @enhzzlvr1009 @zanaur @celli-ohs @eoduuung @aernx @iilyri @won1yoiz @sunoo-to-cleanse-the-soul @rikchic @miffysequel @heelovesmeknot @soondoongdoriii @bestboileeknow (comment or ask to be added!)

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PERFECT CHEM . ❨ y.jw smau ❩ ⵌ 08 — agitating, grating voice word count. 2.4k

“ugh, yunjin, hurry up… i need to pee.” 

there’s a frantic thumping on the bathroom door just down the hall, followed by the sound of the lock being tampered with. “wait your turn. you’re so impatient!” yunjin shrieks from inside, voice muffled by the noise of running water. “i’m taking a shower!”

“so, what? i need to pee. just let me in. i’ll be quick,” yuri yells back, tone laced with impatience. the knob clatters again, much more forcibly this time. “i’m going to piss my pants! ugh, yunjin.”

while your two roommates continue to trade insults, you're far too lost in your own thoughts to step in as mediator. you’re in your bedroom, your dim desk lamp illuminating your otherwise dark room. a faint hum of music filters through your speakers, but it's barely audible over the shouting. you pace back and forth a few times, feet dragging along the carpeted floor. 

the source causing your internal turmoil? you’re locked in an intense debate with yourself over two very different outfits: the tried-and-true combo of sweatpants and your beloved (albeit slightly ragged) hoodie, or the new top you impulsively bought a few weeks prior, paired with jeans.

you hesitantly pick up your phone, thumb hovering for a moment before swiping through your apps. eventually, you land on a certain chatroom.

with quick fingers, you type out a short message and hit send: you: hey you: hey you: reply plssss jungwon 🐱: yes hi you: what ru wearing? jungwon 🐱: y u wanna match?

you crinkle your nose in mild disgust.  you: eat my ass you: no you: i dunno what to wear jungwon 🐱: awww u care ab my opinion jungwon 🐱: send me a pic of the options you: [attachment: 1 image.] you: thoughts? jungwon 🐱: don’t the options speak for themselves jungwon 🐱: wear the hoodie it’s better to eat in comfortable clothes you:.. i wasn’t expecting that icl you: isn’t the other one objectively nicer tho? jungwon 🐱: yeah but like jungwon 🐱: ur j seeing my dumb friends .. u don’t need to dress up if ur worried about making a good impression

a typing bubble briefly dissapears, and then:

jungwon 🐱: u always look nice regardless of what u wear

you stare at the message, eyes scanning it once. then once more. you’re sure he didn’t mean much by it— you figure that he probably sent it without thinking.

still, your heart flutters for a split, fleeting second.  you snort to yourself. so, this is the charm of yang jungwon? is this why he has a bunch of girls lined up for him? you almost see the appeal. almost. you: shut up ho you: donttellme what to do uggo

you toss your phone onto the bed, ignoring the buzz that follows. a moment later, there's an unexpected knock at your bedroom door. 

“yeah?” you call out.

“it’s me,” the voice chimes back. “and me!” a secondary, just as aggravating, voice adds with mock glee. heeseung and hanbin. of course. you roll your eyes. you didn’t even hear them enter the apartment.

they take your silence as permission to swing your door open and let themselves in. “i could’ve been butt-naked, you know,” you deadpan. they casually stroll into your room, and park onto the floor. “yeah, but you weren’t,” hanbin retorts. 

“you’re still not ready?” heeseung asks, noticing you’re still clad in mismatched pajamas. “i’m choosing between two outfits,” you reply, gesturing towards the clothes strewn across your bedsheets.

the two of them simultaneously glance at the small pile of clothes. “um, what is this,” hanbin picks up your hoodie, holding it by it’s frayed edges. he acts as though it’s about to disintegrate.

“a hoodie,” you reply, matter-of-fact.

“manufactured in what year? 1880?” 

“ha. ha.” you say, voice dripping with sarcasm. 

“hey, what about this?” heeseung picks up a different shirt— the one you had sent to jungwon. “it’s nice, and you can wear it with jeans.” 

“you’re so inconsiderate, you prick,” you snap. “how am i gonna eat in that? it’s too tight. ugh, this is why you’re still single! don’t ever tell your future girlfriend to wear uncomfortable things when the two of you go out to eat, understand?”

heeseung shoots a confused glance at hanbin. “is this a new tiktok trend?”

“ugh, that temper. so unpredictable,” hanbin mutters, clicking his tongue.

you’re seconds away from hurling something across the room. “get out of my room!” you yell, annoyed. 

“geez, geez. fine, ms. anger issues,” heeseung says, hands raised in mock surrender as he backs toward the door. hanbin follows suit. “gosh, i hope you don’t talk to your boyfriend like this. i feel sorry for yang jungwon— he doesn’t know his girlfriend is satan reincarnated.” 

“you’re so annoying! i’ll be out in ten minutes. go bother yunjin or yuri if you’re bored,” you groan, slamming the door shut behind them.

before the door fully shuts, you catch an offhanded, “puberty?”

you groan and slump to the floor, defeated.

you haven’t even gotten ready yet, and somehow, the night already feels too long. . 𖥔 ݁ ˖.ᐟ

you ended up wearing an almost entirely different outfit. classic.

yunjin generously offered up her beloved zip-up, and you sport a cropped white-tee underneath. the sweatpants stayed, though— some battles just aren’t worth fighting.

you learn that the five of you arrive shortly after jungwon’s group, evident by the server now leading you toward a table full of rather loud, rowdy boys.

heeseung greets them first. “did you guys already get food?” 

you don’t even need to look up to realize it— six pairs of eyes glued onto you.

goosebumps rise along your skin, and a thin line of sweat forms on your forehead.

“um… hi?” you say, offering your trademark robotic smile. in an instant, they all erupt in harmonious greetings, like a church choir that’s had a little too much to drink.

it’s oddly warm, though still a little overwhelming.

jungwon notices your overstimulation because he’s quick to interrupt their enthusiastic greetings. “quit it,” he says, holding up a hand. “speak one at a time. for god’s sake, you’re scaring her.”

yunjin and yuri glance at one another, impressed. at the very least, those two seem to be thoroughly amused.

“we haven’t grabbed food yet. we were waiting for you guys,” one of jungwon’s friends offers. you recognize him— he’s the guy you saw with heeseung in the quad. was his name john? jared? jacob? he has a nice smile. 

not as nice as jungwon’s, though.

wait— did you really just think that?

you resist the urge to slap yourself square across the face. i must've gone crazy.

still, it's an objective truth: yang jungwon has a nice smile. anyone would agree with you, right? 

and then you suddenly recall what kind of mess jungwon— oh, and 300,000 won— pulled you into. delusions fully shattered. reality restored.

handsome faces are the devil. stay grounded.

“shall we go first?” you manage, linking arms with yuri and yunjin. you’re about to make your escape toward the self-serve area when yuri gives you a puzzled look. oh, right. you’re supposed to go with your boyfriend. “oops… habit,” you laugh, brushing it off like it’s nothing.

“jungwon,” you manage, tightly smiling. “come with me?”

luckily, nobody is paying much attention. he immediately walks towards you. 

“what do we do? i feel like i’m about to get indigestion and i haven’t even eaten yet,” you whisper, as the two of you briskly walk towards the self-serve ingredients section. 

“just act natural. we don’t have to be lovey-dovey, just tell them the truth with…” he pauses. “um, with most of it omitted,” he quietly adds, handing you a small pot and a pair of tongs.

“oh, you mean the part that’s fake?” you reply.

“what’s fake?” your soul nearly ascends out of your body.

a person you recognize as another one of jungwon’s friends is standing behind you. he’s tall… really tall. his deep voice intimidates you a little. how long was he standing there for? how much did he hear? “riki? what the hell are you doing sneaking behind people like that,” jungwon groans. 

you might’ve thought jungwon was unfazed— that is, if his voice hadn’t wobbled ever so slightly at the end.

“i was behind you guys the entire time…” your heart practically drops to your ass. 

“... i couldn’t hear what you guys were muttering about, though.” saved. you silently thank the heavens above.

“we were talking about the imitation crab,” you interject. “jungwon was asking me which part was um… imitated?”

riki looks confused. “the whole thing is fake, though? it doesn't have any actual crab meat..."

“right, we knew that.” jungwon rapidly nods. “we’ll be right back.”

you feel yourself being whisked away to the far corner. “okay, new rule: you aren’t allowed to talk anymore,” he hisses.

“silencing women? that feels a little misogynistic,” you sarcastically reply, crossing your arms. 

“ugh, that’s not what i meant,” he groans. “your acting just sucks bad— like, really bad.” he pauses. “no offence,” he adds, as if it softens the blow.

“i’m trying,” you quietly whine. “this is just going way too fast. it feels like i’m meeting my damn in-laws.”

jungwon’s expression shifts. he seems more gentle. 

“your efforts are appreciated— just let me handle it, hm? please?” he says, a little too sincerely. is he trying to act cute, or something?

it’s so not working. “whatever,” you mumble. “how much do they know anyways?” you ask. 

jungwon looks a little hesitant. “um, well, don’t get mad but…” a pause. “they don’t necessarily know it’s a fake relationship, but…” he trails off once more.

what an awful way to start a sentence. the suspicion immediately kicks in.

“get to the point,” you demand. 

“they might think… i’m using you.” say what?

“what do you mean by that? using me for what?” you slowly say, eyes narrowing. he sighs, “it’s a really long story… i wasn’t sure how to tell you, and i also just thought you didn’t care.” he’s not exactly wrong. just a few days ago, you made it clear you had no interest in his personal affairs.

but now, with your ignorance clearly doing more harm than good, you need to know.

“is this about ryu heejin?” you blurt. jungwon’s expression falters. clearly, he wasn’t expecting you to go there. still, he seems far less upset than you expected— and that somehow unsettles you more.

“it is,” he admits without hesitation. “but it’s not what you’re thinking, i swear.” he sighs, slow and heavy. “i promise i’ll explain everything— to you, and to my friends. i’ll fix this, i swear. i never meant for it to sound like i’m just using you… i’ll clear it all up.”

a pause. then, more quietly, “i’ll tell them I was the one who asked you for a fake relationship.”

you scratch the back of your head. god, the mess you and jungwon created has grown into something astronomical. though, as tempting as it is to pin all the blame on jungwon, you know better— this was something you agreed to this, too.

selling your soul for 300,000 won. the perks of being a broke college student.

you need to approach this logically. “i was the one who told you not to tell me anything anyways, and went in blind… i can’t really get mad at you for that,” you reply. “just tell me about the heejin thing another time... when we aren't with our friends.”

“speaking about your friends,” you add. “i don’t really mind that they think you’re using me… they aren’t wrong, anyways.” you don’t say it bitterly— you’re simply stating a fact. 

“besides, saying that i’m a random fangirl is probably easier to explain— definitely easier than whatever this whole situation is. honestly, i don’t really mind.”

jungwon sighs for the umpteenth time. “it seriously doesn’t sit with me well, though. are you sure?” he scans your eyes, searching for even the smallest flicker of hesitation.

“it’s only for the month, and we’ll be back to normal. no biggie,” you casually respond, brushing it off. sure, it bothers you a little— being reduced to some poor, lovesick girl who’s being used. but once this all blows over in a month, who’s going to care? you’ll eventually return to your life, and jungwon will go back to his.

no drama. no chaos. no strings.

jungwon pauses, then looks at you like a lightbulb just flicked on above his head. his expression just screams trouble. “then… i have an idea— y’know, one that avoids telling them the truth, but clears up the whole ‘you’re in love with me’ part.”

you don’t like where this is going. not one bit. still, you unfortunately listen.

“remember how i said we don’t have to act lovey-dovey?” he says. “i take it back.”

you immediately stiffen. yep, definitely not liking where this is going.

“from now on, i’m gonna make everyone believe that i’m completely head-over-heels for you.” you look at him, dumbfounded expression smacked across your face. it quickly registers to you that he’s being serious.

“oh, that’s not—” you start, but he cuts you off.

“no, i have to protect your pride— as your fake boyfriend, at least.” jungwon looks more determined than you’ve ever seen him. “even when we break up, i’ll sob and act devastated. we’ll tell everyone you dumped me.”

“that’s, um, not necessary,” you insist, trying to reel him back in. “i already told you that i don’t really mind.”

“i care,” he interjects passionately. “this whole thing is all my fault, anyways. pretty please… can i? let me make this up to you.” 

what about your pride? doesn’t that matter just as much as mine? you want to ask him.

but here he is, standing in front of you, ready to throw away his own dignity just to protect a sliver of yours. someone with an actual reputation to protect…all for someone who barely even leaves her house. 

he wants to protect your image from people you hardly know. people who hardly know you.

and this softens you a little. just a tad more than you’d like to admit. “fine,” you relent. “just… don’t overdo it. and when I tell you to stop, you have to stop. okay?”

“duh, i don’t wanna make you uncomfortable… i’ll make it totally natural, and gradual,” he reassures, with a small grin. in that moment, you learn just how weak you are to handsome faces.

handsome faces are, indeed, the devil’s finest work. so much for staying grounded.

last. next. m.list.

⸝⸝ summary : yn is a voluntary “outsider”— the kind who’s never spotted at department social events, vanishes the moment a lecture ends, and is practically an enigmatic ghost to her peers. she’d much rather spend her time tucked away in the quiet comfort of her apartment, away from the noise and nonsense that accompany a social life. enter yang jungwon: student council president, the life sci department’s resident golden boy, and, unfortunately for yn, her newest, most persistent headache.

⸝⸝ lin's love note :  long written chapter to make up for my less freq uploads ! i hope u guys enjoyed yipeeeee

⸝⸝ taglist : @jun2ki @cara9065 @ivxae @graceyein @yunkiism @dearmynayeon @seokjinthescientist @devilish-meangadh @kimuranirisi @enhzzlvr1009 @zanaur @celli-ohs @eoduuung @aernx @iilyri @won1yoiz @sunoo-to-cleanse-the-soul @rikchic @miffysequel @heelovesmeknot @soondoongdoriii (comment or ask to be added!)

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PERFECT CHEM . ❨ y.jw smau ❩ ⵌ 08 — agitating, grating voice word count. 2.4k

“ugh, yunjin, hurry up… i need to pee.” 

there’s a frantic thumping on the bathroom door just down the hall, followed by the sound of the lock being tampered with. “wait your turn. you’re so impatient!” yunjin shrieks from inside, voice muffled by the noise of running water. “i’m taking a shower!”

“so, what? i need to pee. just let me in. i’ll be quick,” yuri yells back, tone laced with impatience. the knob clatters again, much more forcibly this time. “i’m going to piss my pants! ugh, yunjin.”

while your two roommates continue to trade insults, you're far too lost in your own thoughts to step in as mediator. you’re in your bedroom, your dim desk lamp illuminating your otherwise dark room. a faint hum of music filters through your speakers, but it's barely audible over the shouting. you pace back and forth a few times, feet dragging along the carpeted floor. 

the source causing your internal turmoil? you’re locked in an intense debate with yourself over two very different outfits: the tried-and-true combo of sweatpants and your beloved (albeit slightly ragged) hoodie, or the new top you impulsively bought a few weeks prior, paired with jeans.

you hesitantly pick up your phone, thumb hovering for a moment before swiping through your apps. eventually, you land on a certain chatroom.

with quick fingers, you type out a short message and hit send: you: hey you: hey you: reply plssss jungwon 🐱: yes hi you: what ru wearing? jungwon 🐱: y u wanna match?

you crinkle your nose in mild disgust.  you: eat my ass you: no you: i dunno what to wear jungwon 🐱: awww u care ab my opinion jungwon 🐱: send me a pic of the options you: [attachment: 1 image.] you: thoughts? jungwon 🐱: don’t the options speak for themselves jungwon 🐱: wear the hoodie it’s better to eat in comfortable clothes you:.. i wasn’t expecting that icl you: isn’t the other one objectively nicer tho? jungwon 🐱: yeah but like jungwon 🐱: ur j seeing my dumb friends .. u don’t need to dress up if ur worried about making a good impression

a typing bubble briefly dissapears, and then:

jungwon 🐱: u always look nice regardless of what u wear

you stare at the message, eyes scanning it once. then once more. you’re sure he didn’t mean much by it— you figure that he probably sent it without thinking.

still, your heart flutters for a split, fleeting second.  you snort to yourself. so, this is the charm of yang jungwon? is this why he has a bunch of girls lined up for him? you almost see the appeal. almost. you: shut up ho you: donttellme what to do uggo

you toss your phone onto the bed, ignoring the buzz that follows. a moment later, there's an unexpected knock at your bedroom door. 

“yeah?” you call out.

“it’s me,” the voice chimes back. “and me!” a secondary, just as aggravating, voice adds with mock glee. heeseung and hanbin. of course. you roll your eyes. you didn’t even hear them enter the apartment.

they take your silence as permission to swing your door open and let themselves in. “i could’ve been butt-naked, you know,” you deadpan. they casually stroll into your room, and park onto the floor. “yeah, but you weren’t,” hanbin retorts. 

“you’re still not ready?” heeseung asks, noticing you’re still clad in mismatched pajamas. “i’m choosing between two outfits,” you reply, gesturing towards the clothes strewn across your bedsheets.

the two of them simultaneously glance at the small pile of clothes. “um, what is this,” hanbin picks up your hoodie, holding it by it’s frayed edges. he acts as though it’s about to disintegrate.

“a hoodie,” you reply, matter-of-fact.

“manufactured in what year? 1880?” 

“ha. ha.” you say, voice dripping with sarcasm. 

“hey, what about this?” heeseung picks up a different shirt— the one you had sent to jungwon. “it’s nice, and you can wear it with jeans.” 

“you’re so inconsiderate, you prick,” you snap. “how am i gonna eat in that? it’s too tight. ugh, this is why you’re still single! don’t ever tell your future girlfriend to wear uncomfortable things when the two of you go out to eat, understand?”

heeseung shoots a confused glance at hanbin. “is this a new tiktok trend?”

“ugh, that temper. so unpredictable,” hanbin mutters, clicking his tongue.

you’re seconds away from hurling something across the room. “get out of my room!” you yell, annoyed. 

“geez, geez. fine, ms. anger issues,” heeseung says, hands raised in mock surrender as he backs toward the door. hanbin follows suit. “gosh, i hope you don’t talk to your boyfriend like this. i feel sorry for yang jungwon— he doesn’t know his girlfriend is satan reincarnated.” 

“you’re so annoying! i’ll be out in ten minutes. go bother yunjin or yuri if you’re bored,” you groan, slamming the door shut behind them.

before the door fully shuts, you catch an offhanded, “puberty?”

you groan and slump to the floor, defeated.

you haven’t even gotten ready yet, and somehow, the night already feels too long. . 𖥔 ݁ ˖.ᐟ

you ended up wearing an almost entirely different outfit. classic.

yunjin generously offered up her beloved zip-up, and you sport a cropped white-tee underneath. the sweatpants stayed, though— some battles just aren’t worth fighting.

you learn that the five of you arrive shortly after jungwon’s group, evident by the server now leading you toward a table full of rather loud, rowdy boys.

heeseung greets them first. “did you guys already get food?” 

you don’t even need to look up to realize it— six pairs of eyes glued onto you.

goosebumps rise along your skin, and a thin line of sweat forms on your forehead.

“um… hi?” you say, offering your trademark robotic smile. in an instant, they all erupt in harmonious greetings, like a church choir that’s had a little too much to drink.

it’s oddly warm, though still a little overwhelming.

jungwon notices your overstimulation because he’s quick to interrupt their enthusiastic greetings. “quit it,” he says, holding up a hand. “speak one at a time. for god’s sake, you’re scaring her.”

yunjin and yuri glance at one another, impressed. at the very least, those two seem to be thoroughly amused.

“we haven’t grabbed food yet. we were waiting for you guys,” one of jungwon’s friends offers. you recognize him— he’s the guy you saw with heeseung in the quad. was his name john? jared? jacob? he has a nice smile. 

not as nice as jungwon’s, though.

wait— did you really just think that?

you resist the urge to slap yourself square across the face. i must've gone crazy.

still, it's an objective truth: yang jungwon has a nice smile. anyone would agree with you, right? 

and then you suddenly recall what kind of mess jungwon— oh, and 300,000 won— pulled you into. delusions fully shattered. reality restored.

handsome faces are the devil. stay grounded.

“shall we go first?” you manage, linking arms with yuri and yunjin. you’re about to make your escape toward the self-serve area when yuri gives you a puzzled look. oh, right. you’re supposed to go with your boyfriend. “oops… habit,” you laugh, brushing it off like it’s nothing.

“jungwon,” you manage, tightly smiling. “come with me?”

luckily, nobody is paying much attention. he immediately walks towards you. 

“what do we do? i feel like i’m about to get indigestion and i haven’t even eaten yet,” you whisper, as the two of you briskly walk towards the self-serve ingredients section. 

“just act natural. we don’t have to be lovey-dovey, just tell them the truth with…” he pauses. “um, with most of it omitted,” he quietly adds, handing you a small pot and a pair of tongs.

“oh, you mean the part that’s fake?” you reply.

“what’s fake?” your soul nearly ascends out of your body.

a person you recognize as another one of jungwon’s friends is standing behind you. he’s tall… really tall. his deep voice intimidates you a little. how long was he standing there for? how much did he hear? “riki? what the hell are you doing sneaking behind people like that,” jungwon groans. 

you might’ve thought jungwon was unfazed— that is, if his voice hadn’t wobbled ever so slightly at the end.

“i was behind you guys the entire time…” your heart practically drops to your ass. 

“... i couldn’t hear what you guys were muttering about, though.” saved. you silently thank the heavens above.

“we were talking about the imitation crab,” you interject. “jungwon was asking me which part was um… imitated?”

riki looks confused. “the whole thing is fake, though? it doesn't have any actual crab meat..."

“right, we knew that.” jungwon rapidly nods. “we’ll be right back.”

you feel yourself being whisked away to the far corner. “okay, new rule: you aren’t allowed to talk anymore,” he hisses.

“silencing women? that feels a little misogynistic,” you sarcastically reply, crossing your arms. 

“ugh, that’s not what i meant,” he groans. “your acting just sucks bad— like, really bad.” he pauses. “no offence,” he adds, as if it softens the blow.

“i’m trying,” you quietly whine. “this is just going way too fast. it feels like i’m meeting my damn in-laws.”

jungwon’s expression shifts. he seems more gentle. 

“your efforts are appreciated— just let me handle it, hm? please?” he says, a little too sincerely. is he trying to act cute, or something?

it’s so not working. “whatever,” you mumble. “how much do they know anyways?” you ask. 

jungwon looks a little hesitant. “um, well, don’t get mad but…” a pause. “they don’t necessarily know it’s a fake relationship, but…” he trails off once more.

what an awful way to start a sentence. the suspicion immediately kicks in.

“get to the point,” you demand. 

“they might think… i’m using you.” say what?

“what do you mean by that? using me for what?” you slowly say, eyes narrowing. he sighs, “it’s a really long story… i wasn’t sure how to tell you, and i also just thought you didn’t care.” he’s not exactly wrong. just a few days ago, you made it clear you had no interest in his personal affairs.

but now, with your ignorance clearly doing more harm than good, you need to know.

“is this about ryu heejin?” you blurt. jungwon’s expression falters. clearly, he wasn’t expecting you to go there. still, he seems far less upset than you expected— and that somehow unsettles you more.

“it is,” he admits without hesitation. “but it’s not what you’re thinking, i swear.” he sighs, slow and heavy. “i promise i’ll explain everything— to you, and to my friends. i’ll fix this, i swear. i never meant for it to sound like i’m just using you… i’ll clear it all up.”

a pause. then, more quietly, “i’ll tell them I was the one who asked you for a fake relationship.”

you scratch the back of your head. god, the mess you and jungwon created has grown into something astronomical. though, as tempting as it is to pin all the blame on jungwon, you know better— this was something you agreed to this, too.

selling your soul for 300,000 won. the perks of being a broke college student.

you need to approach this logically. “i was the one who told you not to tell me anything anyways, and went in blind… i can’t really get mad at you for that,” you reply. “just tell me about the heejin thing another time... when we aren't with our friends.”

“speaking about your friends,” you add. “i don’t really mind that they think you’re using me… they aren’t wrong, anyways.” you don’t say it bitterly— you’re simply stating a fact. 

“besides, saying that i’m a random fangirl is probably easier to explain— definitely easier than whatever this whole situation is. honestly, i don’t really mind.”

jungwon sighs for the umpteenth time. “it seriously doesn’t sit with me well, though. are you sure?” he scans your eyes, searching for even the smallest flicker of hesitation.

“it’s only for the month, and we’ll be back to normal. no biggie,” you casually respond, brushing it off. sure, it bothers you a little— being reduced to some poor, lovesick girl who’s being used. but once this all blows over in a month, who’s going to care? you’ll eventually return to your life, and jungwon will go back to his.

no drama. no chaos. no strings.

jungwon pauses, then looks at you like a lightbulb just flicked on above his head. his expression just screams trouble. “then… i have an idea— y’know, one that avoids telling them the truth, but clears up the whole ‘you’re in love with me’ part.”

you don’t like where this is going. not one bit. still, you unfortunately listen.

“remember how i said we don’t have to act lovey-dovey?” he says. “i take it back.”

you immediately stiffen. yep, definitely not liking where this is going.

“from now on, i’m gonna make everyone believe that i’m completely head-over-heels for you.” you look at him, dumbfounded expression smacked across your face. it quickly registers to you that he’s being serious.

“oh, that’s not—” you start, but he cuts you off.

“no, i have to protect your pride— as your fake boyfriend, at least.” jungwon looks more determined than you’ve ever seen him. “even when we break up, i’ll sob and act devastated. we’ll tell everyone you dumped me.”

“that’s, um, not necessary,” you insist, trying to reel him back in. “i already told you that i don’t really mind.”

“i care,” he interjects passionately. “this whole thing is all my fault, anyways. pretty please… can i? let me make this up to you.” 

what about your pride? doesn’t that matter just as much as mine? you want to ask him.

but here he is, standing in front of you, ready to throw away his own dignity just to protect a sliver of yours. someone with an actual reputation to protect…all for someone who barely even leaves her house. 

he wants to protect your image from people you hardly know. people who hardly know you.

and this softens you a little. just a tad more than you’d like to admit. “fine,” you relent. “just… don’t overdo it. and when I tell you to stop, you have to stop. okay?”

“duh, i don’t wanna make you uncomfortable… i’ll make it totally natural, and gradual,” he reassures, with a small grin. in that moment, you learn just how weak you are to handsome faces.

handsome faces are, indeed, the devil’s finest work. so much for staying grounded.

last. next. m.list.

⸝⸝ summary : yn is a voluntary “outsider”— the kind who’s never spotted at department social events, vanishes the moment a lecture ends, and is practically an enigmatic ghost to her peers. she’d much rather spend her time tucked away in the quiet comfort of her apartment, away from the noise and nonsense that accompany a social life. enter yang jungwon: student council president, the life sci department’s resident golden boy, and, unfortunately for yn, her newest, most persistent headache.

⸝⸝ lin's love note :  long written chapter to make up for my less freq uploads ! i hope u guys enjoyed yipeeeee

⸝⸝ taglist : @jun2ki @cara9065 @ivxae @graceyein @yunkiism @dearmynayeon @seokjinthescientist @devilish-meangadh @kimuranirisi @enhzzlvr1009 @zanaur @celli-ohs @eoduuung @aernx @iilyri @won1yoiz @sunoo-to-cleanse-the-soul @rikchic @miffysequel @heelovesmeknot @soondoongdoriii (comment or ask to be added!)

[linyki]

PERFECT CHEM . ❨ y.jw smau ❩ ⵌ 08 — agitating, grating voice word count. 2.4k

“ugh, yunjin, hurry up… i need to pee.” 

there’s a frantic thumping on the bathroom door just down the hall, followed by the sound of the lock being tampered with. “wait your turn. you’re so impatient!” yunjin shrieks from inside, voice muffled by the noise of running water. “i’m taking a shower!”

“so, what? i need to pee. just let me in. i’ll be quick,” yuri yells back, tone laced with impatience. the knob clatters again, much more forcibly this time. “i’m going to piss my pants! ugh, yunjin.”

while your two roommates continue to trade insults, you're far too lost in your own thoughts to step in as mediator. you’re in your bedroom, your dim desk lamp illuminating your otherwise dark room. a faint hum of music filters through your speakers, but it's barely audible over the shouting. you pace back and forth a few times, feet dragging along the carpeted floor. 

the source causing your internal turmoil? you’re locked in an intense debate with yourself over two very different outfits: the tried-and-true combo of sweatpants and your beloved (albeit slightly ragged) hoodie, or the new top you impulsively bought a few weeks prior, paired with jeans.

you hesitantly pick up your phone, thumb hovering for a moment before swiping through your apps. eventually, you land on a certain chatroom.

with quick fingers, you type out a short message and hit send: you: hey you: hey you: reply plssss jungwon 🐱: yes hi you: what ru wearing? jungwon 🐱: y u wanna match?

you crinkle your nose in mild disgust.  you: eat my ass you: no you: i dunno what to wear jungwon 🐱: awww u care ab my opinion jungwon 🐱: send me a pic of the options you: [attachment: 1 image.] you: thoughts? jungwon 🐱: don’t the options speak for themselves jungwon 🐱: wear the hoodie it’s better to eat in comfortable clothes you:.. i wasn’t expecting that icl you: isn’t the other one objectively nicer tho? jungwon 🐱: yeah but like jungwon 🐱: ur j seeing my dumb friends .. u don’t need to dress up if ur worried about making a good impression

a typing bubble briefly dissapears, and then:

jungwon 🐱: u always look nice regardless of what u wear

you stare at the message, eyes scanning it once. then once more. you’re sure he didn’t mean much by it— you figure that he probably sent it without thinking.

still, your heart flutters for a split, fleeting second.  you snort to yourself. so, this is the charm of yang jungwon? is this why he has a bunch of girls lined up for him? you almost see the appeal. almost. you: shut up ho you: donttellme what to do uggo

you toss your phone onto the bed, ignoring the buzz that follows. a moment later, there's an unexpected knock at your bedroom door. 

“yeah?” you call out.

“it’s me,” the voice chimes back. “and me!” a secondary, just as aggravating, voice adds with mock glee. heeseung and hanbin. of course. you roll your eyes. you didn’t even hear them enter the apartment.

they take your silence as permission to swing your door open and let themselves in. “i could’ve been butt-naked, you know,” you deadpan. they casually stroll into your room, and park onto the floor. “yeah, but you weren’t,” hanbin retorts. 

“you’re still not ready?” heeseung asks, noticing you’re still clad in mismatched pajamas. “i’m choosing between two outfits,” you reply, gesturing towards the clothes strewn across your bedsheets.

the two of them simultaneously glance at the small pile of clothes. “um, what is this,” hanbin picks up your hoodie, holding it by it’s frayed edges. he acts as though it’s about to disintegrate.

“a hoodie,” you reply, matter-of-fact.

“manufactured in what year? 1880?” 

“ha. ha.” you say, voice dripping with sarcasm. 

“hey, what about this?” heeseung picks up a different shirt— the one you had sent to jungwon. “it’s nice, and you can wear it with jeans.” 

“you’re so inconsiderate, you prick,” you snap. “how am i gonna eat in that? it’s too tight. ugh, this is why you’re still single! don’t ever tell your future girlfriend to wear uncomfortable things when the two of you go out to eat, understand?”

heeseung shoots a confused glance at hanbin. “is this a new tiktok trend?”

“ugh, that temper. so unpredictable,” hanbin mutters, clicking his tongue.

you’re seconds away from hurling something across the room. “get out of my room!” you yell, annoyed. 

“geez, geez. fine, ms. anger issues,” heeseung says, hands raised in mock surrender as he backs toward the door. hanbin follows suit. “gosh, i hope you don’t talk to your boyfriend like this. i feel sorry for yang jungwon— he doesn’t know his girlfriend is satan reincarnated.” 

“you’re so annoying! i’ll be out in ten minutes. go bother yunjin or yuri if you’re bored,” you groan, slamming the door shut behind them.

before the door fully shuts, you catch an offhanded, “puberty?”

you groan and slump to the floor, defeated.

you haven’t even gotten ready yet, and somehow, the night already feels too long. . 𖥔 ݁ ˖.ᐟ

you ended up wearing an almost entirely different outfit. classic.

yunjin generously offered up her beloved zip-up, and you sport a cropped white-tee underneath. the sweatpants stayed, though— some battles just aren’t worth fighting.

you learn that the five of you arrive shortly after jungwon’s group, evident by the server now leading you toward a table full of rather loud, rowdy boys.

heeseung greets them first. “did you guys already get food?” 

you don’t even need to look up to realize it— six pairs of eyes glued onto you.

goosebumps rise along your skin, and a thin line of sweat forms on your forehead.

“um… hi?” you say, offering your trademark robotic smile. in an instant, they all erupt in harmonious greetings, like a church choir that’s had a little too much to drink.

it’s oddly warm, though still a little overwhelming.

jungwon notices your overstimulation because he’s quick to interrupt their enthusiastic greetings. “quit it,” he says, holding up a hand. “speak one at a time. for god’s sake, you’re scaring her.”

yunjin and yuri glance at one another, impressed. at the very least, those two seem to be thoroughly amused.

“we haven’t grabbed food yet. we were waiting for you guys,” one of jungwon’s friends offers. you recognize him— he’s the guy you saw with heeseung in the quad. was his name john? jared? jacob? he has a nice smile. 

not as nice as jungwon’s, though.

wait— did you really just think that?

you resist the urge to slap yourself square across the face. i must've gone crazy.

still, it's an objective truth: yang jungwon has a nice smile. anyone would agree with you, right? 

and then you suddenly recall what kind of mess jungwon— oh, and 300,000 won— pulled you into. delusions fully shattered. reality restored.

handsome faces are the devil. stay grounded.

“shall we go first?” you manage, linking arms with yuri and yunjin. you’re about to make your escape toward the self-serve area when yuri gives you a puzzled look. oh, right. you’re supposed to go with your boyfriend. “oops… habit,” you laugh, brushing it off like it’s nothing.

“jungwon,” you manage, tightly smiling. “come with me?”

luckily, nobody is paying much attention. he immediately walks towards you. 

“what do we do? i feel like i’m about to get indigestion and i haven’t even eaten yet,” you whisper, as the two of you briskly walk towards the self-serve ingredients section. 

“just act natural. we don’t have to be lovey-dovey, just tell them the truth with…” he pauses. “um, with most of it omitted,” he quietly adds, handing you a small pot and a pair of tongs.

“oh, you mean the part that’s fake?” you reply.

“what’s fake?” your soul nearly ascends out of your body.

a person you recognize as another one of jungwon’s friends is standing behind you. he’s tall… really tall. his deep voice intimidates you a little. how long was he standing there for? how much did he hear? “riki? what the hell are you doing sneaking behind people like that,” jungwon groans. 

you might’ve thought jungwon was unfazed— that is, if his voice hadn’t wobbled ever so slightly at the end.

“i was behind you guys the entire time…” your heart practically drops to your ass. 

“... i couldn’t hear what you guys were muttering about, though.” saved. you silently thank the heavens above.

“we were talking about the imitation crab,” you interject. “jungwon was asking me which part was um… imitated?”

riki looks confused. “the whole thing is fake, though? it doesn't have any actual crab meat..."

“right, we knew that.” jungwon rapidly nods. “we’ll be right back.”

you feel yourself being whisked away to the far corner. “okay, new rule: you aren’t allowed to talk anymore,” he hisses.

“silencing women? that feels a little misogynistic,” you sarcastically reply, crossing your arms. 

“ugh, that’s not what i meant,” he groans. “your acting just sucks bad— like, really bad.” he pauses. “no offence,” he adds, as if it softens the blow.

“i’m trying,” you quietly whine. “this is just going way too fast. it feels like i’m meeting my damn in-laws.”

jungwon’s expression shifts. he seems more gentle. 

“your efforts are appreciated— just let me handle it, hm? please?” he says, a little too sincerely. is he trying to act cute, or something?

it’s so not working. “whatever,” you mumble. “how much do they know anyways?” you ask. 

jungwon looks a little hesitant. “um, well, don’t get mad but…” a pause. “they don’t necessarily know it’s a fake relationship, but…” he trails off once more.

what an awful way to start a sentence. the suspicion immediately kicks in.

“get to the point,” you demand. 

“they might think… i’m using you.” say what?

“what do you mean by that? using me for what?” you slowly say, eyes narrowing. he sighs, “it’s a really long story… i wasn’t sure how to tell you, and i also just thought you didn’t care.” he’s not exactly wrong. just a few days ago, you made it clear you had no interest in his personal affairs.

but now, with your ignorance clearly doing more harm than good, you need to know.

“is this about ryu heejin?” you blurt. jungwon’s expression falters. clearly, he wasn’t expecting you to go there. still, he seems far less upset than you expected— and that somehow unsettles you more.

“it is,” he admits without hesitation. “but it’s not what you’re thinking, i swear.” he sighs, slow and heavy. “i promise i’ll explain everything— to you, and to my friends. i’ll fix this, i swear. i never meant for it to sound like i’m just using you… i’ll clear it all up.”

a pause. then, more quietly, “i’ll tell them I was the one who asked you for a fake relationship.”

you scratch the back of your head. god, the mess you and jungwon created has grown into something astronomical. though, as tempting as it is to pin all the blame on jungwon, you know better— this was something you agreed to this, too.

selling your soul for 300,000 won. the perks of being a broke college student.

you need to approach this logically. “i was the one who told you not to tell me anything anyways, and went in blind… i can’t really get mad at you for that,” you reply. “just tell me about the heejin thing another time... when we aren't with our friends.”

“speaking about your friends,” you add. “i don’t really mind that they think you’re using me… they aren’t wrong, anyways.” you don’t say it bitterly— you’re simply stating a fact. 

“besides, saying that i’m a random fangirl is probably easier to explain— definitely easier than whatever this whole situation is. honestly, i don’t really mind.”

jungwon sighs for the umpteenth time. “it seriously doesn’t sit with me well, though. are you sure?” he scans your eyes, searching for even the smallest flicker of hesitation.

“it’s only for the month, and we’ll be back to normal. no biggie,” you casually respond, brushing it off. sure, it bothers you a little— being reduced to some poor, lovesick girl who’s being used. but once this all blows over in a month, who’s going to care? you’ll eventually return to your life, and jungwon will go back to his.

no drama. no chaos. no strings.

jungwon pauses, then looks at you like a lightbulb just flicked on above his head. his expression just screams trouble. “then… i have an idea— y’know, one that avoids telling them the truth, but clears up the whole ‘you’re in love with me’ part.”

you don’t like where this is going. not one bit. still, you unfortunately listen.

“remember how i said we don’t have to act lovey-dovey?” he says. “i take it back.”

you immediately stiffen. yep, definitely not liking where this is going.

“from now on, i’m gonna make everyone believe that i’m completely head-over-heels for you.” you look at him, dumbfounded expression smacked across your face. it quickly registers to you that he’s being serious.

“oh, that’s not—” you start, but he cuts you off.

“no, i have to protect your pride— as your fake boyfriend, at least.” jungwon looks more determined than you’ve ever seen him. “even when we break up, i’ll sob and act devastated. we’ll tell everyone you dumped me.”

“that’s, um, not necessary,” you insist, trying to reel him back in. “i already told you that i don’t really mind.”

“i care,” he interjects passionately. “this whole thing is all my fault, anyways. pretty please… can i? let me make this up to you.” 

what about your pride? doesn’t that matter just as much as mine? you want to ask him.

but here he is, standing in front of you, ready to throw away his own dignity just to protect a sliver of yours. someone with an actual reputation to protect…all for someone who barely even leaves her house. 

he wants to protect your image from people you hardly know. people who hardly know you.

and this softens you a little. just a tad more than you’d like to admit. “fine,” you relent. “just… don’t overdo it. and when I tell you to stop, you have to stop. okay?”

“duh, i don’t wanna make you uncomfortable… i’ll make it totally natural, and gradual,” he reassures, with a small grin. in that moment, you learn just how weak you are to handsome faces.

handsome faces are, indeed, the devil’s finest work. so much for staying grounded.

last. next. m.list.

⸝⸝ summary : yn is a voluntary “outsider”— the kind who’s never spotted at department social events, vanishes the moment a lecture ends, and is practically an enigmatic ghost to her peers. she’d much rather spend her time tucked away in the quiet comfort of her apartment, away from the noise and nonsense that accompany a social life. enter yang jungwon: student council president, the life sci department’s resident golden boy, and, unfortunately for yn, her newest, most persistent headache.

⸝⸝ lin's love note :  long written chapter to make up for my less freq uploads ! i hope u guys enjoyed yipeeeee

⸝⸝ taglist : @jun2ki @cara9065 @ivxae @graceyein @yunkiism @dearmynayeon @seokjinthescientist @devilish-meangadh @kimuranirisi @enhzzlvr1009 @zanaur @celli-ohs @eoduuung @aernx @iilyri @won1yoiz @sunoo-to-cleanse-the-soul @rikchic @miffysequel @heelovesmeknot @soondoongdoriii (comment or ask to be added!)

[linyki]

how’d u make the gif in ur pinned. the music one

hi 😝 ! i used a few softwares/apps: ibispaintx (to cut out the parts i wanted to make transparent) and photopea (to layer my gif under the template). both r free ! i used a layout i found on tumblr to make my theme (cr. @rkivefr) i. open ibispaintx first (for the music control thingy, i used a template i found on pinterest):

ii. open photopea on your browser, and open the png that you made on ibispaintx:

i’m sorry if my handwriting is sorta hard to read .. i hope this helped !!

[linyki]

﹫𝗹.𝗶𝗻𝘆𝗸𝗶 is typing . . .  texts! 𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑐 . tutor!jake x 𝒻!reader [ ☆ ] — warning: none ᶻ 𝗓

lin's love note : nerd jake nation rise. i saw @boyfhee's nerd!jake blub (highly rec) and immediately wanted to make texts w him as a tutor. tutor!jake is my motivation to study dedass 😭😭😭

[linyki]

hi perf chem + 2u4u updates nxt week ! i’m in anat physio hell rn someone save me hahaha ha

[linyki]

﹫𝗹.𝗶𝗻𝘆𝗸𝗶 is typing . . .  ｡ 𝘱.𝙤𝙣𝙚 [ ⛓️ ] — 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑜𝑦𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑 ⸝⸝ park sunghoon ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

where. sunghoon isn’t your boyfriend, and you aren’t his girlfriend. genre. angst. pairing. toxicfwb!sunghoon x 𝒻!reader. warning. sfw but contains mature/suggestive subject content, mentions of drugs, profanity, emotionally destructive ideation, not proofread (tmo problem). w/c. 1397.

you let your phone ring, but you don’t pick up. it’s not an oversight— it's a strategy. a carefully constructed tactic that you’ve designed just for him.

you allow sunghoon go straight to voicemail. once. twice. thrice. the incessant rings of his calls sounds like a choir of sweet, melodic angels. it’s practically a symphony to your damn ears. 

hoon: fucj pick up the damn phone hoon: this isn’t a joke  hoon: where the fuck are you? did u bring him home? hoon: what the fuck, yn

you stare at the notifications with a strange sense of self-satisfaction. you’re giddy— hell, euphoric— knowing you’re chipping away at him bit by bit, piece by piece, until he’s a reduced to a mere crumbling shell of his former self.

it feels exhilarating.

hoon: fuck i saw you leave with him hoon: are we seriously over?

over? 

no, not even close.

you smile, watching the notifications flood your home screen like a crashing tsunami. you consider opening them, and leaving him on read. or, maybe, you should continue to leave him on delivered. it seems effective enough, judging how he’s reacting.

you weigh your options for a moment. what would make him feel the worst? what would make him ache for you the most?

the possibilities are endless now that you have the upper hand. 

hoon: i’m coming over

oh?

you didn’t think it was possible for your grin to grow even wider. adrenaline surges through your veins like a drug, rendering you delirious off of the sheer intensity and anguish. 

tonight, sunghoon is your addiction— and you fully intend to overdose.

honestly, you weren’t exactly expecting him to react this way. after all, he hadn’t contacted you since your last incident— the one where you told him you wanted nothing to do with him. three weeks since that day and not a single text, call, or voicemail.

so, what better way to get his attention than to show up at his party... and leave with someone else?

clearly, this plan worked in your favour, because he arrives at your house within ten minutes of texting you.

you hear your doorbell. 

you make him wait. 

“open the fucking door, yn.” it’s absolutely intoxicating, hearing him that unhinged over you— it’s almost enough to consider making him wait there the entire night.  

then, you hear more forceful rapping. “i know you’re fucking in there.”

while the sound of sunghoon going insane at your front door is nothing short of thrilling, you have neighbors. unfortunately, even you know when the theatrics get too excessive. you sigh, disappointed that you had to cut the show short, and begrudgingly walk towards the front door. 

you crack your front door open, just a smidge. “what?”

he spares no time to cut to the chase. “where the hell is that bastard? did you do it with him?”

you know exactly what he’s implying. “do what?” 

sunghoon roughly rakes his fingertips through his hair. “did you fuck him?” you’re tempted to burst into laughter, but you retain your composure. 

“what’s it to you?” a simple, short phrase with enough impact to send sunghoon into panic. 

just as you predicted, he forces the door open and into your apartment. he immediately inspects every square inch of your home, searching your place like he’s an officer with a warrant.

“what the hell do you think you’re doing?” you groan, feigning annoyance. 

“he’s still fucking here isn’t he?” sunghoon brushes past you, but his touch is gentle— far too gentle for someone who’s supposed to be consumed with fury.

that’s the thing with park sunghoon.

no matter how angry, how unhinged, how manipulative he gets— you know that he’ll never lay a rough hand on you. it’s something you’ve grown to both resent and adore. if he’s going to play the villain, shouldn’t he commit to the role completely?

these damned gaps in his characters, these fleeting moments of softness. they make you believe things are salvageable between the two of you.

that there’s potential for a fresh start. a healthier start.

but deep down, you know better.

because you know that park sunghoon is a lost cause. 

and, so are you.

that’s why you’re still hopelessly tangled together— knotted in all the wrong ways. two fractured halves that don’t quite fit, but still stubbornly insist on forcing themselves into place. sure, it’s desperate and messy, but it’s just fundamentally what you are— dysfunctional chaos wrapped in a pretty bow.

“god, nobody’s here,” you hiss, watching him pull your curtains apart and look behind them.  “would you cut it out already?”

sunghoon paces around. “where did he go?” he demands, voice strained, barely containing his underlying anger. 

“he just left,” you lie between gritted teeth. there was never anyone in your apartment to begin with. you’d bluffed your way out— told the random guy you left with that you had an emergency to attend to, then slipped into a separate uber home.

but sunghoon doesn’t need to know that. you let him expect the worst.

sunghoon lets out an incredulous laugh. “is he a fucking rabbit? you chose to leave with that over me?”

you want to rip your hair out from the root. “are you actually out of your fucking mind?” you spit, suppressing your urge to scream at him. “what choice are you talking about? i told you that we’re over. get it through your thick skull.” 

sunghoon doesn’t flinch at your words. he simply carefully watches you, and you can tell he’s not buying it. not a single word. “no… we aren’t over. we never are.” for once, he’s being honest— in the worst way possible. how unbelievably fitting.

you move toward him slowly, backing him into the corner of your living room. “so what? you’re gonna show up to my apartment at two in the morning, and then what? act like you’re my damn boyfriend." you pause, laughing bitterly. "oh, and then, i guess you'll turn around and tell me that we’re nothing again, right.” you can feel his warm breath lingering on the tip of your nose as the space between you slowly disappears. it smells of cigarettes, and mint gum. 

sunghoon uses the tips of his fingers to tilt your chin upwards. it’s  just enough to ensure that your gaze fully meets his. “you drive me fucking crazy… i hope you know that.” 

he looks irritated as can be and, by god, does it excite you to your very core. 

without a beat of hesitation, sunghoon sinks down, and crashes his lips onto yours like he’s trying to knock the air out of your lungs. it’s rough and urgent, like he’s trying to swallow you whole. he consumes every last bit of space that exists between the two of you, leaving no room for you to breathe.

and you cave in immediately— not a trace of resistance exists in your body. you cling onto him like he’s your lifeline, your oxygen.

“sunghoon,” you gasp.

he doesn’t respond. instead, he captures your bottom lip between his teeth, sucking gently until a soft groan escapes your throat. “sunghoon,” you repeat, more desperately this time. “ugh, wait. we’re not doing this.”

he runs his tongue over your lips. “why not?” you can feel him smiling against your lips, and you squeeze your eyelids shut. “off,” you manage, grasping onto whatever’s left of your wits. he’s pulls himself back, surprisingly obedient. sounds of ragged gasps for air fill the room.

for a moment, neither of you speak or move.

finally, you open your mouth to break the silence. “why the hell are you here, sunghoon?” 

sunghoon is quiet. “for you,” he begins, with a hint of hesitation. “i’m obviously here for you.”

“because you missed me, or…” your voice cracks. “because you hate seeing me with someone else.” 

a beat of silence, then: “both.” 

for a second, you want to believe him. you want nothing more than to fall asleep in the security of his arms, and to wake up to the sound of his voice lingering above your ear.

but park sunghoon never changes. he will never change. yet, you’ll allow yourself to believe so… just for tonight.

he’s not your boyfriend. you sure as hell aren’t his girlfriend. you’re not anything, not really.

still, you close your eyes and pretend for a moment that you are.

lin's love note : fun fact: i listened to boyfriend by big time rush on repeat while writing this (lol) .. i wrote this on half a braincell at 3am, so pls excuse the grammatical mistakes. i tried my best but some1 gime good kiss scene tips plspsls. iwill proofread in the morning i promise !!

[linyki]

perm taglist : @kristynaaah (open)

﹫𝗹.𝗶𝗻𝘆𝗸𝗶 is typing . . .  ｡ 𝘱.𝙤𝙣𝙚 [ 🗝️ ] — 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑜𝑦𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑 ⸝⸝ park sunghoon ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

where. sunghoon isn’t your boyfriend, and you aren’t his girlfriend. genre. angst. pairing. toxicfwb!sunghoon x 𝒻!reader. warning. sfw but contains mature/suggestive subject content, mentions of drugs, profanity, emotionally destructive ideation, not proofread (tmo problem). w/c. 1397.

you let your phone ring, but you don’t pick up. it’s not an oversight— it's a strategy. a carefully constructed tactic that you’ve designed just for him.

you allow sunghoon go straight to voicemail. once. twice. thrice. the incessant rings of his calls sounds like a choir of sweet, melodic angels. it’s practically a symphony to your damn ears. 

hoon: fucj pick up the damn phone hoon: this isn’t a joke  hoon: where the fuck are you? did u bring him home? hoon: what the fuck, yn

you stare at the notifications with a strange sense of self-satisfaction. you’re giddy— hell, euphoric— knowing you’re chipping away at him bit by bit, piece by piece, until he’s a reduced to a mere crumbling shell of his former self.

it feels exhilarating.

hoon: fuck i saw you leave with him hoon: are we seriously over?

over? 

no, not even close.

you smile, watching the notifications flood your home screen like a crashing tsunami. you consider opening them, and leaving him on read. or, maybe, you should continue to leave him on delivered. it seems effective enough, judging how he’s reacting.

you weigh your options for a moment. what would make him feel the worst? what would make him ache for you the most?

the possibilities are endless now that you have the upper hand. 

hoon: i’m coming over

oh?

you didn’t think it was possible for your grin to grow even wider. adrenaline surges through your veins like a drug, rendering you delirious off of the sheer intensity and anguish. 

tonight, sunghoon is your addiction— and you fully intend to overdose.

honestly, you weren’t exactly expecting him to react this way. after all, he hadn’t contacted you since your last incident— the one where you told him you wanted nothing to do with him. three weeks since that day and not a single text, call, or voicemail.

so, what better way to get his attention than to show up at his party... and leave with someone else?

clearly, this plan worked in your favour, because he arrives at your house within ten minutes of texting you.

you hear your doorbell. 

you make him wait. 

“open the fucking door, yn.” it’s absolutely intoxicating, hearing him that unhinged over you— it’s almost enough to consider making him wait there the entire night.  

then, you hear more forceful rapping. “i know you’re fucking in there.”

while the sound of sunghoon going insane at your front door is nothing short of thrilling, you have neighbors. unfortunately, even you know when the theatrics get too excessive. you sigh, disappointed that you had to cut the show short, and begrudgingly walk towards the front door. 

you crack your front door open, just a smidge. “what?”

he spares no time to cut to the chase. “where the hell is that bastard? did you do it with him?”

you know exactly what he’s implying. “do what?” 

sunghoon roughly rakes his fingertips through his hair. “did you fuck him?” you’re tempted to burst into laughter, but you retain your composure. 

“what’s it to you?” a simple, short phrase with enough impact to send sunghoon into panic. 

just as you predicted, he forces the door open and into your apartment. he immediately inspects every square inch of your home, searching your place like he’s an officer with a warrant.

“what the hell do you think you’re doing?” you groan, feigning annoyance. 

“he’s still fucking here isn’t he?” sunghoon brushes past you, but his touch is gentle— far too gentle for someone who’s supposed to be consumed with fury.

that’s the thing with park sunghoon.

no matter how angry, how unhinged, how manipulative he gets— you know that he’ll never lay a rough hand on you. it’s something you’ve grown to both resent and adore. if he’s going to play the villain, shouldn’t he commit to the role completely?

these damned gaps in his characters, these fleeting moments of softness. they make you believe things are salvageable between the two of you.

that there’s potential for a fresh start. a healthier start.

but deep down, you know better.

because you know that park sunghoon is a lost cause. 

and, so are you.

that’s why you’re still hopelessly tangled together— knotted in all the wrong ways. two fractured halves that don’t quite fit, but still stubbornly insist on forcing themselves into place. sure, it’s desperate and messy, but it’s just fundamentally what you are— dysfunctional chaos wrapped in a pretty bow.

“god, nobody’s here,” you hiss, watching him pull your curtains apart and look behind them.  “would you cut it out already?”

sunghoon paces around. “where did he go?” he demands, voice strained, barely containing his underlying anger. 

“he just left,” you lie between gritted teeth. there was never anyone in your apartment to begin with. you’d bluffed your way out— told the random guy you left with that you had an emergency to attend to, then slipped into a separate uber home.

but sunghoon doesn’t need to know that. you let him expect the worst.

sunghoon lets out an incredulous laugh. “is he a fucking rabbit? you chose to leave with that over me?”

you want to rip your hair out from the root. “are you actually out of your fucking mind?” you spit, suppressing your urge to scream at him. “what choice are you talking about? i told you that we’re over. get it through your thick skull.” 

sunghoon doesn’t flinch at your words. he simply carefully watches you, and you can tell he’s not buying it. not a single word. “no… we aren’t over. we never are.” for once, he’s being honest— in the worst way possible. how unbelievably fitting.

you move toward him slowly, backing him into the corner of your living room. “so what? you’re gonna show up to my apartment at two in the morning, and then what? act like you’re my damn boyfriend." you pause, laughing bitterly. "oh, and then, i guess you'll turn around and tell me that we’re nothing again, right.” you can feel his warm breath lingering on the tip of your nose as the space between you slowly disappears. it smells of cigarettes, and mint gum. 

sunghoon uses the tips of his fingers to tilt your chin upwards. it’s  just enough to ensure that your gaze fully meets his. “you drive me fucking crazy… i hope you know that.” 

he looks irritated as can be and, by god, does it excite you to your very core. 

without a beat of hesitation, sunghoon sinks down, and crashes his lips onto yours like he’s trying to knock the air out of your lungs. it’s rough and urgent, like he’s trying to swallow you whole. he consumes every last bit of space that exists between the two of you, leaving no room for you to breathe.

and you cave in immediately— not a trace of resistance exists in your body. you cling onto him like he’s your lifeline, your oxygen.

“sunghoon,” you gasp.

he doesn’t respond. instead, he captures your bottom lip between his teeth, sucking gently until a soft groan escapes your throat. “sunghoon,” you repeat, more desperately this time. “ugh, wait. we’re not doing this.”

he runs his tongue over your lips. “why not?” you can feel him smiling against your lips, and you squeeze your eyelids shut. “off,” you manage, grasping onto whatever’s left of your wits. he’s pulls himself back, surprisingly obedient. sounds of ragged gasps for air fill the room.

for a moment, neither of you speak or move.

finally, you open your mouth to break the silence. “why the hell are you here, sunghoon?” 

sunghoon is quiet. “for you,” he begins, with a hint of hesitation. “i’m obviously here for you.”

“because you missed me, or…” your voice cracks. “because you hate seeing me with someone else.” 

a beat of silence, then: “both.” 

for a second, you want to believe him. you want nothing more than to fall asleep in the security of his arms, and to wake up to the sound of his voice lingering above your ear.

but park sunghoon never changes. he will never change. yet, you’ll allow yourself to believe so… just for tonight.

he’s not your boyfriend. you sure as hell aren’t his girlfriend. you’re not anything, not really.

still, you close your eyes and pretend for a moment that you are.

lin's love note : fun fact: i listened to boyfriend by big time rush on repeat while writing this (lol) .. i wrote this on half a braincell at 3am, so pls excuse the grammatical mistakes. i tried my best but some1 gime good kiss scene tips plspsls. iwill proofread in the morning i promise !!

[linyki]

﹫𝗹.𝗶𝗻𝘆𝗸𝗶 is typing . . .  ｡ 𝘱.𝙤𝙣𝙚 [ ⛓️ ] — 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑜𝑦𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑 ⸝⸝ park sunghoon ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

where. sunghoon isn’t your boyfriend, and you aren’t his girlfriend. genre. angst. pairing. toxicfwb!sunghoon x 𝒻!reader. warning. sfw but contains mature/suggestive subject content, mentions of drugs, profanity, emotionally destructive ideation, not proofread (tmo problem). w/c. 1397.

you let your phone ring, but you don’t pick up. it’s not an oversight— it's a strategy. a carefully constructed tactic that you’ve designed just for him.

you allow sunghoon go straight to voicemail. once. twice. thrice. the incessant rings of his calls sounds like a choir of sweet, melodic angels. it’s practically a symphony to your damn ears. 

hoon: fucj pick up the damn phone hoon: this isn’t a joke  hoon: where the fuck are you? did u bring him home? hoon: what the fuck, yn

you stare at the notifications with a strange sense of self-satisfaction. you’re giddy— hell, euphoric— knowing you’re chipping away at him bit by bit, piece by piece, until he’s a reduced to a mere crumbling shell of his former self.

it feels exhilarating.

hoon: fuck i saw you leave with him hoon: are we seriously over?

over? 

no, not even close.

you smile, watching the notifications flood your home screen like a crashing tsunami. you consider opening them, and leaving him on read. or, maybe, you should continue to leave him on delivered. it seems effective enough, judging how he’s reacting.

you weigh your options for a moment. what would make him feel the worst? what would make him ache for you the most?

the possibilities are endless now that you have the upper hand. 

hoon: i’m coming over

oh?

you didn’t think it was possible for your grin to grow even wider. adrenaline surges through your veins like a drug, rendering you delirious off of the sheer intensity and anguish. 

tonight, sunghoon is your addiction— and you fully intend to overdose.

honestly, you weren’t exactly expecting him to react this way. after all, he hadn’t contacted you since your last incident— the one where you told him you wanted nothing to do with him. three weeks since that day and not a single text, call, or voicemail.

so, what better way to get his attention than to show up at his party... and leave with someone else?

clearly, this plan worked in your favour, because he arrives at your house within ten minutes of texting you.

you hear your doorbell. 

you make him wait. 

“open the fucking door, yn.” it’s absolutely intoxicating, hearing him that unhinged over you— it’s almost enough to consider making him wait there the entire night.  

then, you hear more forceful rapping. “i know you’re fucking in there.”

while the sound of sunghoon going insane at your front door is nothing short of thrilling, you have neighbors. unfortunately, even you know when the theatrics get too excessive. you sigh, disappointed that you had to cut the show short, and begrudgingly walk towards the front door. 

you crack your front door open, just a smidge. “what?”

he spares no time to cut to the chase. “where the hell is that bastard? did you do it with him?”

you know exactly what he’s implying. “do what?” 

sunghoon roughly rakes his fingertips through his hair. “did you fuck him?” you’re tempted to burst into laughter, but you retain your composure. 

“what’s it to you?” a simple, short phrase with enough impact to send sunghoon into panic. 

just as you predicted, he forces the door open and into your apartment. he immediately inspects every square inch of your home, searching your place like he’s an officer with a warrant.

“what the hell do you think you’re doing?” you groan, feigning annoyance. 

“he’s still fucking here isn’t he?” sunghoon brushes past you, but his touch is gentle— far too gentle for someone who’s supposed to be consumed with fury.

that’s the thing with park sunghoon.

no matter how angry, how unhinged, how manipulative he gets— you know that he’ll never lay a rough hand on you. it’s something you’ve grown to both resent and adore. if he’s going to play the villain, shouldn’t he commit to the role completely?

these damned gaps in his characters, these fleeting moments of softness. they make you believe things are salvageable between the two of you.

that there’s potential for a fresh start. a healthier start.

but deep down, you know better.

because you know that park sunghoon is a lost cause. 

and, so are you.

that’s why you’re still hopelessly tangled together— knotted in all the wrong ways. two fractured halves that don’t quite fit, but still stubbornly insist on forcing themselves into place. sure, it’s desperate and messy, but it’s just fundamentally what you are— dysfunctional chaos wrapped in a pretty bow.

“god, nobody’s here,” you hiss, watching him pull your curtains apart and look behind them.  “would you cut it out already?”

sunghoon paces around. “where did he go?” he demands, voice strained, barely containing his underlying anger. 

“he just left,” you lie between gritted teeth. there was never anyone in your apartment to begin with. you’d bluffed your way out— told the random guy you left with that you had an emergency to attend to, then slipped into a separate uber home.

but sunghoon doesn’t need to know that. you let him expect the worst.

sunghoon lets out an incredulous laugh. “is he a fucking rabbit? you chose to leave with that over me?”

you want to rip your hair out from the root. “are you actually out of your fucking mind?” you spit, suppressing your urge to scream at him. “what choice are you talking about? i told you that we’re over. get it through your thick skull.” 

sunghoon doesn’t flinch at your words. he simply carefully watches you, and you can tell he’s not buying it. not a single word. “no… we aren’t over. we never are.” for once, he’s being honest— in the worst way possible. how unbelievably fitting.

you move toward him slowly, backing him into the corner of your living room. “so what? you’re gonna show up to my apartment at two in the morning, and then what? act like you’re my damn boyfriend." you pause, laughing bitterly. "oh, and then, i guess you'll turn around and tell me that we’re nothing again, right.” you can feel his warm breath lingering on the tip of your nose as the space between you slowly disappears. it smells of cigarettes, and mint gum. 

sunghoon uses the tips of his fingers to tilt your chin upwards. it’s  just enough to ensure that your gaze fully meets his. “you drive me fucking crazy… i hope you know that.” 

he looks irritated as can be and, by god, does it excite you to your very core. 

without a beat of hesitation, sunghoon sinks down, and crashes his lips onto yours like he’s trying to knock the air out of your lungs. it’s rough and urgent, like he’s trying to swallow you whole. he consumes every last bit of space that exists between the two of you, leaving no room for you to breathe.

and you cave in immediately— not a trace of resistance exists in your body. you cling onto him like he’s your lifeline, your oxygen.

“sunghoon,” you gasp.

he doesn’t respond. instead, he captures your bottom lip between his teeth, sucking gently until a soft groan escapes your throat. “sunghoon,” you repeat, more desperately this time. “ugh, wait. we’re not doing this.”

he runs his tongue over your lips. “why not?” you can feel him smiling against your lips, and you squeeze your eyelids shut. “off,” you manage, grasping onto whatever’s left of your wits. he’s pulls himself back, surprisingly obedient. sounds of ragged gasps for air fill the room.

for a moment, neither of you speak or move.

finally, you open your mouth to break the silence. “why the hell are you here, sunghoon?” 

sunghoon is quiet. “for you,” he begins, with a hint of hesitation. “i’m obviously here for you.”

“because you missed me, or…” your voice cracks. “because you hate seeing me with someone else.” 

a beat of silence, then: “both.” 

for a second, you want to believe him. you want nothing more than to fall asleep in the security of his arms, and to wake up to the sound of his voice lingering above your ear.

but park sunghoon never changes. he will never change. yet, you’ll allow yourself to believe so… just for tonight.

he’s not your boyfriend. you sure as hell aren’t his girlfriend. you’re not anything, not really.

still, you close your eyes and pretend for a moment that you are.

lin's love note : fun fact: i listened to boyfriend by big time rush on repeat while writing this (lol) .. i wrote this on half a braincell at 3am, so pls excuse the grammatical mistakes. i tried my best but some1 gime good kiss scene tips plspsls. iwill proofread in the morning i promise !!

[linyki]

﹫𝗹.𝗶𝗻𝘆𝗸𝗶 is typing . . .  texts! 𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑐 . tutor!jake x 𝒻!reader [ ☆ ] — warning: none ᶻ 𝗓

lin's love note : nerd jake nation rise. i saw @boyfhee's nerd!jake drabble (highly rec) and immediately wanted to make texts w him as a tutor. tutor!jake is my motivation to study dedass 😭😭😭

[linyki]

﹫𝗹.𝗶𝗻𝘆𝗸𝗶 is typing . . .  texts! 𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑐 . tutor!jake x 𝒻!reader [ ☆ ] — warning: none ᶻ 𝗓

lin's love note : nerd jake nation rise. i saw @boyfhee's nerd!jake blub (highly rec) and immediately wanted to make texts w him as a tutor. tutor!jake is my motivation to study dedass 😭😭😭

[linyki]

﹫𝗹.𝗶𝗻𝘆𝗸𝗶 is typing . . .  texts! 𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑐 . tutor!jake x 𝒻!reader [ ☆ ] — warning: none ᶻ 𝗓

lin's love note : nerd jake nation rise. i saw @boyfhee's nerd!jake blub (highly rec) and immediately wanted to make texts w him as a tutor. tutor!jake is my motivation to study dedass 😭😭😭