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❁ Mortified | John Seo ❁

A/N: You could say it is a modern ‘Pride and Prejudice’!AU set in College. I have no other way to put it. The next parts shall be up sometime soon. Enjoy your read, if it is palatable to you, that is. You can express your distaste or ‘liking’ if you find it worthy of a feedback. I shall look forward to it.

❀Genre: Angst, Romance ❀Pairing: Reader x John Seo ❀Word Count: 1,985

Part 1 ❄️ | Part 2 ❄️ | Epilogue ❄️|

Pride mortified is pride lost. Pride mortified is pride in war to be brought back. Pride mortified is loathing the subject who caused the derision.

Something rather unnatural was taking place in an educational institution, and ‘mortification of pride’ could it be labelled rather amusingly. As the pair assigned glared at each other apprehensively, impertinence a rather robust feature in both their etiquette toward each other, their peers silenced in their quest to converse and resolutely thought how to make their hatred for each other lighter.

To no avail.

“What kind of sentence is this? Could you not bring your prudishness here as well?”

“Could you please care to understand that candidness is not appreciable when you are presenting yourselves in a formal setting?”

“We live in the 21st century where candid is the key to social exploration and growth-”

“A new century doesn’t necessarily signify values lost-”

“Values are lost when you do not help an elderly cross the street, or rather adamantly disagree with your partner just because you are shallow enough to let your personal distaste get in the way of your education!”

His face flushed and his eyes widened, not leaving yours for a mere second. The corner of your lips lifted triumphantly as you sensed his will to vocalise his revulsion any further having retired. An easy victory over the haughtiest man you had ever come across.

He stomped out of the classroom and the entire student body present sighed unanimously, relieved that one half of the tension had chosen to hide beneath his own grimace. The other half was joyous then, as you pranced your way to your friends, one of whom chose to admonish you for you rather inconvenient uproar.

“You know he is the professor’s preferred pupil. Rebuking him in front of hundreds of pupils will infuriate him further. He will make your grades fall and you will have to repeat the course. You’re the reason behind my high blood pressure. I cannot even bring myself to understand-”

“You need to rest yourself!” you chortled, “I am severe on his nerves, so why does that disturb yours? Sometimes I feel compelled to reconsider if we are the best of friends or you and him.”

“Of course it isn’t the latter, which leads me to worry. You and him are paired for the second time in a semester! Do you know what it is for? The professor wants you both to communicate and sort out whatever difference causes the commotion.”

“It could be sorted but unfortunately, I am not as wealthy to change my facial attributes by going under the knife. And again, after further reconsideration, I’d rather spend the money to buy myself books and us meals than distort something God has so carefully blessed me with.”

That caused your friend’s tongue to hold itself back, for she had been your companion when your last bit of newly conjured respect for the aforementioned man had broken down with his rather unflattering words.

“I do not understand how does anyone even like y/n,” he had started rather broodingly, “She is unnecessarily loud, outspoken to the point where it is considered to be rather discourteous, and not even physically attractive. Have you seen her stuffing that little mouth of hers with food without any worry of her health? Rather unlikable, if I were to be honest.”

You were to ramp down the three only stairs beneath your feet to him to give him a piece of your mind, but your friend grabbed your elbow and pulled you away. Her words of solace to you were,

“When a man is so blindly disdainful, he is deaf to words spoken out loud as well. Speaking to him would only make him get even a worse impression of you. You must not complain!”

But you were a woman of your own choice, later telling him that ‘rain is only appreciated inside a house when it rings against the roof’.

“What if one doesn’t necessarily like the rain?” he refuted, his hand stopping against the paper he was so ardently writing on.

“Then that person doesn’t like the essence of life. I would be far from surprised though, if one finds themselves abrasive to sound just because they can hardly produce their own.”

His pleasantly groomed eyebrows, something you had once taken the liberty to praise him for, rose in understanding of your words. From then on, you hated curves resembling the ones that crowned his eyes.

The silence between you two had found its own colour which resembled a repugnant yellow, and its odour brushed off people even closest to both your bosoms. When it was brought to attention to one of your most eager and prolific professors, he paired you two together. Contrasting persona, thoughts, and styles; same job, mission, and goal. The first project had been finished with much endeavour on both their parts, yet there was lack of cooperation that requires interest and compromise. The professor was a good judge of character, and thus shamelessly paired the two creatures, who were hateful toward each other, together again.

However, last time they hadn’t had such a passionate banter. It was safe to acknowledge that the two of you were to ignore and loathe each other till death could put it to rest. His cold demeanour, inconsiderate disdain toward people any different from him or his preference, his constant denial to any situation foreign even at the slightest; all had you crinkle the skin on your nose and your lips hinted a subtle pout.

“I cannot see you two putting up with each other anymore. Alas, your grades are going to tumble down!”

“Fear not, my friend!” you consoled, “I am going to ensure none of us suffer for our mutual hatred.”

The next day when it came down to the rushed submission, your partner showed up rather tentatively, his head slightly bowed as his eyes sweeping across the ground. You hid a rather sardonic grin behind the back of your hand as he approached you. You stood quietly as he placed himself at a position where both your arms could never touch, a space where another friend of yours could stand to snicker at him comfortably.

“I apologise for my behaviour. I will take responsibility and ask Professor Austen to grade us separately. That only ensures justice-”

Quietude ensured as you handed him a teal-coloured file, containing contents supporting yours. He read through all the pages except the first few he had typed on his own, his glances vapid at your articulate and keen observation of his representational fashion and perfect execution on his behalf.

“How-” he had started but put to silence when the students standing before you in queue moved, allowing you and your partner to present yours to the teacher. Standing before the class, you started with a beam that quirked your eyes. To your astonishment, he complied and supported, also curving his lips rather gleefully every once in a while. You could not help but raise your well-trimmed eyebrows for the occasion. Well, he probably had some goodness draped by the ice that coursed through his veins instead of the warm, crimson blood.

After the termination of the lesson for the day, he watched as your closest companion ran to you with Americano. Had you stayed up all night working his part as well? Why did you feel the need to drive yourself for his grades too? You were the last person who could be complaisant, thus the sacrifice on your part was rather complex whenever it came to being explained in his mind.

He met his friend in the cafeteria as he carefully sliced onto his pancake, dimples digging his soft cheeks as he looked up at his rather bewildered friend.

“She worked on my part, too. The professor did not even understand that it was not written by me. She saved both of us from failing this course.”

“Well, that calls for celebration!” Jaehyun declared victoriously, “I had told you that despite her spirited persona, she is not as intolerable as you brand her to be. She could have talked of your misdemeanour and asked the class to justify her actions as well as complains. Yet, she chose to just work it out on her own and save you from all the mortification. If she were as blasphemous as you think of her, she wouldn’t have sacrificed her own sleep for the sake of your pride.”

He looked away and his eyes perceived you slouched across the table as your friend ran her fingers fondly through your hair. You let your forehead touch the table and your nose followed, you shoulders finally unwind and your body lax. Only then did he realise that you were rather petite, and the manner you carried yourself had a lot of venture in how you were perceived. Your long mane covered your arms as you used your palms to leverage your head upon the table, your friend generously scattering your locks out of the braided bun to give your head a lesser load to carry on the top.

“She has beautiful hair,” he muttered to himself, his whisper anguished, “It looks rather illusory… almost thought-provoking and transcendental…”

Jaehyun’s mouth fell open as he rambled on to himself, his eyes fixated upon your form. He refused to look away, adamant to drink in your features, all the beauty his rather hateful eyes had purposefully patronised before. He could explain the reason before, but then he was all astonishment as you slowly brought your face up to your friend, your chin resting on your palm as you smiled lightly. Your left cheek had a very faint indentation, so faint that one not having seen you for years could not put it to describe your face. He ogled your form, his breath having hitched.

“It’s just hair…” Jaehyun finally informed his rather bleak friend, before he rose to his feet and walked to your table.

He cleared his throat and gathered your attention, which was somewhat scattered to him as well. You sat up straight and tensed your shoulders promptly, your neck straightening as he stared at the table where your face was placed even a while before, imagining the smile as he could not dare to look at its originator.

“I, for a fact, have in mind that you are not a very complaisant person. Rather, you are conceited and somewhat self-centred as well. Despite all your rather stark and uninviting shortcomings, what you did today is rather commendable and I shall forever be in debt for your selfless service, more so because it was certainly out of your character.”

“Interesting…” your friend muttered quietly beneath her lips, closed and twisted.

The fact that the man towered over you had never delighted you, thus you chose to stand before him despite being rather fatigued, too fatigued to strike up an argument the most insensitive person was bound to desire.

“John, I had never heard such intricate description of my character till now. I am rather surprised at your insightful observation of a fellow classmate. I shall always remember how I am, and act upon my traits. Especially, more to the person who had the vigour to judge me so. I am not so thankful, I’m afraid.”

He started but you put your hand up respectfully, showing him some of your refined character his eyes failed to perceive, “If you will excuse me, I need to have some rest before the commencement of our next class.”

Jaehyun’s palm deafeningly landed upon his face as he shook his head. His lips pursed as his friend drearily walked to him and sat down.

“I do not know what I have done to cause her such temper.”

Jaehyun chose to shake his head again, leaving his friend in a rather frenzied condition of mind.

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