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park sunghoon x gender neutral! reader

college student! au || 5.4k

this is literally over a year old and I’m only posting it now I’m the worst and I’m not going to proofread it either, whether or not it makes sense is in god’s hands, it’s also been like 5 and a half years since I played beer pong so hopefully I remember it correctly rip

there’s some underage drinking and y/n has some ~suggestive~ thoughts about sunghoon, there’s just kissing though - we’re also going to pretend y/n has a brother for the sake of this storyline, so sorry if you don’t

summary: you’ve been kind of crushing on this cute guy in your business class for a while now, but like, it’s not like he’d ever like you back anyway, he doesn’t even know you exist …. right?

You don’t believe in crushes. They’re a waste of time and energy, in your opinion. As a college student, dating someone is definitely not one of your priorities.

But of course, that hot guy in your business class exists.

You notice him on the first day of class. He’s absolutely stunning. He always looks so well put together, meanwhile there’s you, who woke up 20 minutes before class started and ran down the street in sweats. You’re sure if he was the one wearing sweats, he’d still look gorgeous.

He’s 110% your type, but you push it aside. There’s no point in trying to get with him. Even if there was, he’s out of your league. You don’t even know each other’s names. Every time you think about it, you come up with a list of reasons it wouldn’t work out. As long as you remember those, you’ll be fine.

That’s what you keep telling yourself, until you actually have to speak to him during your second class.

“Okay everyone, work with the person sitting behind you. Do practice questions 1-5, make sure you write down your answers, and then submit them to the dropbox online. When you’re done, you can leave.”

You look at your friend, rolling your eyes. In every other course, your professors just let you work with the person sitting next to you. You don’t know why this prof feels the need to make life harder for all of you.

The person in front of you is already working with someone else, so you turn around, hoping you get paired up with someone decent.

“Hey,” a voice says from behind you. “I’m Sunghoon.”

You want to throw yourself out a window. He looks even better up close, as cheesy as it is to say. You aren’t even sure you brushed your hair this morning.

“y/n.” He smiles, pulling his laptop closer.

“Last name?”

“What?” He smirks.

“For the assignment,” he clarifies. “It needs both our names on it.”

“Oh, right, duh.” You spell it for him and tell him your student number.

“Let’s get it, I guess.” You laugh, opening your textbook to the right page. As long as you can get through this without making a total fool of yourself, you’ll be fine.

“Okay,” you say, “question one.”

Thankfully, Sunghoon’s pretty talkative and he actually pays attention in class, so he has answers. You agree with them, for the most part, and add things on here and there.

“So for solvency ratios, you divide by net income, right?” Sunghoon asks, focused on his laptop.

“It’s net income divided by liabilities.” You’re pretty sure. But he makes you nervous. “Isn’t it?”

“Let me see that.” You hand over the textbook, letting him flip through to find the answer. You’re about to turn back to your laptop and scroll through your notes when Sunghoon groans. “You’re right, y/n. I’m just stupid.”

“Yes.” His head snaps up. It takes you a second to realize what you’ve said, but you can’t take it back now, so you just shrug.

“Damn, y/n. I thought we were friends.” You shake your head, not sure what to say. You’re scared you’ll just embarrass yourself at this point, so you try to focus on literally anything else.

It’s okay though, because Sunghoon is still smiling at you. You can’t ignore your heart beating a little bit faster. You hate that he has this effect on you. Especially since it’s your first time having a proper conversation with him.

He asks you for the next question, breaking your thoughts.

It doesn’t take you much longer to get through the work. When you’re done, Sunghoon turns his laptop around so you can double check everything. Once you give it the green light, he hands it in.

“I think he said we’re free to go now, right?” You ask, awkwardly. There’s still a lot of people in the room. You don’t want to be the first two to leavy.

“I believe so.” Sunghoon closes his laptop and pulls his jacket on. It looks expensive. You kind of wish you had one for yourself, but you know you probably can’t afford it. “Are you heading out? I’ll walk with you.”

You glance at your friend across the row, who’s still working. Part of you wants to say yes, and see what happens. Realistically, you know you’d be too nervous to say anything. You have no idea if he cares about you enough to continue speaking to you.

“That’s okay,” you tell him, gesturing towards your friend. “I’m gonna finish up some work and wait.”

“Sure,” he grabs his bag and gets up. “I’ll see you around then, y/n.” You nod awkwardly.

“Have a good weekend.” He smiles at you again, and it makes you just as nervous as the last time.

“You too.”

You watch as he heads down the aisle and out the door. As much as you try to focus on your other coursework, you can’t get him out of your head. You almost want to kill him for getting to you like this.

That night, while you’re practicing how to calculate solvency ratios, you’re still thinking of him.

You’ve probably seen him around campus before, but you don’t know anything about him. You have a feeling he’s older than you, but you’re not sure. You put your notebook away and grab your phone, opening Instagram.

It doesn’t take you long to find him. Thankfully, his profile is public.

You scroll through, looking at all the photos of him with his friends. There are some of him alone as well. You can’t help but notice how aesthetic his feed is. It suits him. Your profile is boring in comparison. The odds of him looking at it are slim anyway. You’re not too worried.

There’s a lot of photos of him with one girl as well. You click on her profile, trying to figure out if they’re together. There are pictures of her with some other guy. One of the captions mentions something about their third anniversary.

You breathe out a sigh of relief. You actually have a chance.

That thought makes you stop in your tracks. You don’t need a chance, you don’t have a crush on him. Do you?

You put your phone face down on your desk, opening your business textbook again.

Solvency ratios are a thousand times more interesting than Park Sunghoon. That’s what you tell yourself, anyway.

You have to get this stupid boy off your mind, as soon as possible.

===

You pretend he doesn’t exist until you see him in class on Friday.

When you walk into your lecture hall, you pass by him. When he notices you, he looks up and smiles. You try smile back like a normal person, ignoring the warmth in your cheeks.

You find your friends a few rows back, and get settled next to them. Usually when you get bored in lectures, you distract yourself on your laptop. Today, you find your eyes focusing on Sunghoon.

When you glance at him, he’s running his hand through his hair. You can’t help but wonder how soft it is. An image of the two of you making out pops into your head. The thought of your fingers tangled in his hair makes you blush. You hope none of your friends notice.

Your professor gives you some group work to do soon after that. You’re grateful for once, as it gives you something else to focus on.

Once you’ve completed it with your friends, you can’t help but glance at Sunghoon again. He’s talking to the person next to him, laughing at something they said. You can’t help but wish that was you making him laugh like that.

“Did you get what our prof said earlier?” Your friend says from beside you. You jump, trying to act normal.

“Sorry, what?”

“Our prof,” your friend says. “What pages did he say to study for our quiz?”

“Oh, right.” You scroll through the notes you took on your laptop, trying to find where you wrote it down.

For the rest of the lecture, you make sure to focus. You’ll be damned if your GPA drops because you were staring at some random boy in class instead of paying attention. That would be an absolute embarrassment.

When class is over, your friends ask if you want to get lunch with them. You say sure, packing up your things, getting ready to go.

As all of you head out of the room, trying to decide where to eat, you feel a hand on your arm.

“Wait, y/n,” you turn around. “Can I talk to you for a sec?”

Of course it’s Sunghoon.

“What’s going on?” One of your friends ask. You shake your head.

“Go,” you tell them. “Text me and I’ll meet you there after.” They nod, and you watch them disappear down the hallway.

“Sorry,” Sunghoon says when you turn to face him, “I wanted to catch you before I forget.”

“Sure,” you respond. You have literally no idea what he wants.

“I just wanted to say I know you.” You blink.

“I’m sorry, what?” Sunghoon looks down. He seems almost embarrassed.

“That probably sounded creepy, whoops.”

“A little bit.” The two of you smile at each other.

“I know your brother,” he clarifies.

“You do?” He nods, telling you they were friends in elementary school. When he mentions the classes they were in together, you recognize their teachers’ names. Your brother’s 2 years older than you, so Sunghoon must be as well.

“Last week I thought your name sounded familiar, but I couldn’t figure out where I’d heard it before.”

“Oh, wow,” you respond. “I feel bad, I don’t remember you at all.” As soon as it comes out of your mouth, you regret it. You probably sound so mean. Sunghoon doesn’t seem fazed.

“I didn’t think you would, we never really spoke before.”

“Wait,” you say, suddenly. A memory just popped into your head. “Didn’t my brother accidentally slam your finger in a door at his birthday party? Or am I thinking of someone else?”

“That was me.” Sunghoon laughs. “Of all things to remember, it had to be the most embarrassing one.”

“I’m sorry.” You can’t help but laugh too.

“I’m just glad I exist somewhere in your memory.” That makes you blush.

“Of course you do.” He smiles at you.

“Anyway,” he says. “Your friends are probably waiting for you, you should go.”

“Oh, right.” You had almost forgotten about them. “Good thinking.”

“We can catch up later,” he tells you. “I’ll see you around, y/n.”

“See you.”

Once he’s walked away, you pull out your phone, trying to figure out where your friends went. They’re right next door, so you speed walk over. You need advice. You can’t believe Sunghoon remembers you from over ten years ago. You can’t wrap your mind around it.

“He likes you!” is the immediate reaction when you tell your friends what Sunghoon said. You roll your eyes, but you’re pretty sure you’re blushing.

“Oh my god, do you like him too?” Your best friend asks. You shake your head right away.

“Of course not.”

“I wonder what he looked like as a kid, was he cute then?” You shrug.

“I genuinely do not remember him.”

“But he remembers you.”

“Maybe you have a point,” you admit.

“Exactly!” Your best friend says. “He was thinking of you outside of class, that means something y/n.”

“Oh my god.” You can’t argue with that logic. “And he said we could catch up later, what does that even mean?”

“He wants to talk to you again!” One of your other friends chimes in. “I ship it.”

You cover your face, so no one sees you blushing. “I don’t need this right now. It sounds like a fic or something.”

“y/n’s out here living my dream life. Your brother’s best friend, my god.” You roll your eyes. “Did he ask for your number?”

“No.” You sigh.

“Idiot.” That makes you laugh. “You have the rest of the semester to make him fall in love with you. That’s more than enough time.”

They all start talking about something else, which you’re grateful for. Although Sunghoon’s still in the back of your mind. They made some valid points.

He was thinking about you outside of class. And he did imply he wants to talk to you again.

Then again, that doesn’t mean anything. He was probably just being nice.

But when you get home that night, your phone lights up while you’re getting ready for bed. When you see it’s an Instagram notification, you pray it’s him.

It’s just your cousin. You hate that you’re disappointed.

As you lay there in the dark, contemplating whether you should add him as a friend, you can’t deny it.

You do have a crush on Park Sunghoon after all. Damn it.

===

For the next week, you try to act cool about it. You haven’t spoken to Sunghoon since he told you he knows you. You were hoping he would add you on some form of social media, but he hasn’t. You know you could make the first move yourself, but you’re too anxious to do that.

Your friends continue to tease you, but you just roll your eyes and tell them to stop being ridiculous.

You make more of an effort with your appearance for the next class. Sunghoon’s always showing up in blazers, looking flawless. You know you could never reach his level, but you should at least try.

The stupid boy’s got you waking up early just so you can pick a decent outfit and make sure you look alive. You hate him.

You get to class before he does on Friday. Thankfully, your friends don’t say anything about it when you sit with them in the back.

Towards the end of class, your professor reminds you of your midterm project.

“I know it’s early, but you should start preparing.” He says. “I’ve randomly assigned you partners, you can find them under the class list online.”

“What if you got paired up with your future boyfriend, y/n?” One of your friends whispers.

“Shut up.”

But you open a new tab in your browser and check anyway.

“Oh no.” Your friends all turn to look at you. You highlight where your name and Sunghoon’s are on the screen and turn your laptop to face them. “I’m screwed.”

“No, you’re not!”

“It’s a good opportunity to get closer to him.” You roll your eyes. “Literally or figuratively.”

“Stop it!” Although you have been thinking about getting closer to him physically these days. You would never admit it though. Those thoughts are for you, and you alone.

After class, you contemplate asking Sunghoon for his number, for academic purposes, of course, but you can’t find the courage to do it. You expect him to come over and ask for yours, but he doesn’t either. You’re slightly disappointed while you walk home from class.

Later that night, you get a Facebook message from him. You had completely forgotten you even have Facebook, considering you never use it anymore. You don’t know anyone your age who uses it. Then again, Sunghoon is older, so maybe that’s why.

Sunghoon [10:37pm]: hey y/n, I saw we’re partners for the midterm project

Sunghoon [10:37pm]: we should probably meet up and figure out what we’re gonna write about

y/n [10:40pm]: hey !!

As soon as you send the double exclamation mark, you want to kick yourself. You sound way too excited. It’s bad enough you’re responding less than 5 minutes after he messaged you.

y/n [10:41pm]: that’s probably a good idea, did you have something in mind already?

Sunghoon [10:41pm]: I haven’t looked at the instructions yet, I don’t even know what the paper is on

The fact that he responded so quickly makes you even more excited. Then again, he could’ve just had his phone in his hand anyway. It’s probably just convenient for him to respond to you now instead of waiting.

Sunghoon [10:43pm]: you live on campus, right?

Sunghoon [10:43pm]: we could meet in the student centre over the weekend and think it over

You’re about to respond and tell him yes, of course, when you get another message.

Sunghoon [10:44pm]: or we can wait, I know normal people go out on the weekend

That makes you pause for a second. What is he trying to say? You shake it off.

y/n [10:45pm]: are you not a normal person, park sunghoon? 👀

You don’t know what compels you to use his full name like that. Hopefully he doesn’t think it’s weird.

Sunghoon [10:45pm]: shut up y/n 😤

Sunghoon [10:45pm]: I just thought you might have like, a hot date or something, I didn’t want to ruin your plans

You want to scream. You wish you had the guts to send something back about going on a hot date with him, but you can’t bring yourself to do it.

y/n [10:47pm]: don’t worry

y/n [10:47pm]: you can have me all to yourself

Why are you so stupid? Sunghoon reads your message before you even have time to figure out if there’s a way to unsend it.

Sunghoon [10:47pm]: good

Sunghoon [10:48pm]: does tomorrow work for you?

y/n [10:48pm]: sure

You’re afraid to say too many words, in case you wind up saying something stupid again.

Sunghoon [10:49pm]: 2?

y/n [10:49pm]: yeah, that works!

Sunghoon [10:50pm]: okay cool

Sunghoon [10:50pm]: I’ll probably stop at starbucks before

Sunghoon [10:50pm]: what’s your order?

Okay, now you’re really going to scream. The fact that he’s willing to bring you a drink is so sweet. He could just be being nice, but you choose to believe this is something more.

You take a second to think about it. You can’t even remember your usual Starbucks order. Your mind’s gone completely blank. You open the app on your phone to look at their menu. Then you realize how stupid you seem. Sunghoon’s not good for your health.

y/n [10:53pm]: an iced chai latte would be great 🥺

y/n [10:53pm]: bless your soul

Sunghoon [10:54pm]: okay cool I’ll see you then

You don’t want to leave him on read, but you have no idea what else to say. You like his message instead. A heart seems a little excessive, but whatever.

The next day you get to the student centre earlier than you intended. Your anxiety convinced you it would be best to get there before Sunghoon. You find a spot in the corner and pull out your laptop, looking at the assignment requirements.

About five minutes later, you get a message from Sunghoon. You tell him you’re over by the vending machines.

It takes all your energy not to stare at the door and wait for him to come in. You force yourself to look at literally anything else. The last thing you want to do is make a fool of yourself. Again.

“y/n!” Sunghoon sits on the couch across from you, putting your drink down on the table in front of you. “Here you go.”

“Thank you,” you respond, picking it up. He got you a venti. After you take a sip, you pull out your phone. “Here, I’ll pay you back right now.”

“No, it’s okay.” He shakes his head, smiling. “It’s my treat.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, it’s fine.” He gets his laptop out of his bag. “You can get it next time.”

The fact that he thinks there’s going to be a next time makes you blush. You focus on the screen in front of you, you can’t bring yourself to look at him. He probably means another study session, but you can’t ignore the butterflies in your stomach.

“Shall we pick a topic?”

The two of you spend the next hour working. You both wanted to research a similar topic. Sunghoon says he’s okay going with your idea. He thinks it’s better than his. You can’t hide your smile.

You both go through your university’s online library, looking for resources. Once you’ve found the required amount of peer-reviewed articles, you decide to take a break.

Sunghoon watches as you chug about half of your drink.

“Thirsty, are we?” You almost choke. You know he didn’t mean it like that, but part of you wonders if he’s winding you up.

“Shut up.” He just smiles, taking a sip of his own drink.

You finish it, and suggest you get back to work right away. You aren’t sure how to make conversation with him like a normal person, so it’s probably best to just focus on your school work.

The two of you come up with an outline for your paper and decide to stop there for now. Sunghoon suggests you get together in a few days, to add some information and start writing the actual paper. You tell him sure, promising to buy him Starbucks then. He agrees.

As you leave the building together, part of you hopes he’ll offer to walk you home. He doesn’t.

“I’ll see you later, y/n.” You nod.

“Sure.”

“I’ll text you.”

That makes you smile.

“Sure,” you say again, sounding much happier this time.

You hope Sunghoon doesn’t notice, but he’s laughing as he walks away.

You completely forget about it when you get home, as your roommates bombard you the second you walk through the door.

“What’s going on?” You ask, taking off your shoes. “Did someone die?”

One of them shakes her head. “Jungwon invited us to his Halloween party.”

“Halloween party?” You frown. “We never go to parties.”

“Well no,” your other roommate responds. “But it’s Jungwon.”

That’s a solid point. All of you have known Jungwon for quite a while now.

A lot of the guys on your campus are big into drinking, throwing parties every weekend. You and your roommates aren’t into that sort of thing. Some of them don’t even drink. But Jungwon’s pretty tame, you know he wouldn’t throw a crazy party like that. This one will definitely be much calmer. You trust him.

“Do we have to dress up?” You ask, more concerned about that than anything else.

“Of course we do!”

“Let’s do matching costumes.”

“Please, no.”

“Come on, y/n! It’ll be fun.”

===

The second you step into the party, you regret going. You should’ve convinced your friends to stay home and watch scary movies instead. You feel so stupid with the cat ears on your head and the whiskers you drew on with eyeliner. You don’t even have a tail.

Now, you’re awkwardly sitting on the couch in Jungwon’s living room. There’s some Pitbull song about a hotel room playing from another room. They could have at least chosen better music.

Your friends are having fun, at least. One of them got you a drink. You aren’t sure what it is. Coke and something. Maybe vodka? It tastes good, that’s all that matters to you.

When your friends decide to play beer pong, you can’t help but laugh. One of them is quite tipsy, so her aim is way off. After missing a few shots, her partner gives up on her.

“We’re switching players,” your friend tells the other team. “y/n, come here.” You didn’t sign up for this, but at least it’ll give you something to do. You get up and walk over.

“Wait, wait,” one of the guys says. Jay, you think. You know he’s one of Jungwon’s friends. “If you’re allowed to change players halfway through the game, so are we.”

“Go on then,” you respond, grabbing a ping pong ball. Your team is losing. You’ve got 2 cups left on your side of the table. Jay’s side has 5. You know you’re probably screwed, but it’s worth a shot. Maybe it’s the alcohol that’s making you competitive.

“Get out of here, Jake.” Poor Jake looks slightly wasted too. You don’t blame Jay for wanting him out. “Sunghoon, you’re up.”

You freeze. Of course Park Sunghoon’s who you’re playing against. The universe seems obsessed with throwing the two of you together.

He’s dressed as a vampire, which suits him quite well. He pulls out his fake teeth and grabs a ping pong ball.

“Oh, hey kitty,” he says when he notices you. It takes you a second to realize he’s referring to your costume. “You look cute.” His smile almost makes you pass out. There’s no way you’re winning this. Your team would’ve been better off with your drunk friend instead.

“Shut up.” It’s the only thing you can think to say. Sunghoon raises an eyebrow at you before tossing the ball. It lands right into the cup in front of you.

“No, y/n,” he replies. “You shut up.”

You give him a dirty look, grabbing your drink. Thankfully, someone suggested you leave the cups empty and have your own drinks whenever you need to. Apparently one of Jungwon’s roommates said traditional beer pong is unsanitary. You agree.

While you take a few sips, your friend makes a quiet comment about how Sunghoon’s clearly flirting with you. You almost choke. This entire situation is ridiculous, you should just run away.

“Okay, let’s go.” You say once you’re finished. Thankfully, you manage to get a ball into one of their cups as well. Jay grabs his beer, quickly drinking some before taking his shot.

When he misses, you can’t help but cheer. You’re a little bit louder than you intended though. You spot Sunghoon smiling at you from across the room.

Your friend manages to get the next ball in as well. Sunghoon throws back his head while he chugs his drink and you can’t help but to notice what a pretty neck he has. All you want is to pull him into an empty room and mark him as yours.

Jay’s voice snaps you back to reality. Maybe you should have dressed up as the vampire instead.

Thankfully, you don’t totally suck at beer pong. You manage to get 2 balls in yourself, and your friend gets 2 as well.

The boys have only managed to get the one in. You’re down to one cup each. It’s your turn, so you let your friend take the shot.

Once the ball lands in the final cup, you cheer. All your friends crowd around the two of you, giving you a big group hug. You almost want to dance to the stupid Pitbull hotel room song. Maybe coming to this party wasn’t a total flop after all.

As you all let go of each other, you see Sunghoon across the table, finishing whatever’s left of his drink. When he puts the cup down, he makes eye contact with you. You’re surprised you manage to hold his gaze. It’s probably the alcohol.

You’re even more shocked when he appears right in front of you. It’s quite loud. He leans down so you can hear him.

“Let’s get out of here.” You can feel his breath on your ear.

“Okay.” His face breaks out into a smile, and he grabs your hand. You barely have time to process it before he’s leading you out of the room.

“Where are we going?” You ask, once both of you are in the hallway.

“My room.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Your eyes go wide.

“No, it’s okay,” he says quickly. “I live here. Didn’t you know?”

You follow him as he leads you up the stairs. “Nope.”

“I’ve lived with Jungwon since last year.” Sunghoon pushes his bedroom door open, letting you walk in first. It’s cleaner than you thought it would be. “I didn’t know you were friends.”

“We did a project together in psych once,” you tell him. You have no idea where you’re supposed to go. The only place to really sit is his bed but that doesn’t feel right.

“Come here.” Sunghoon takes your hand again, pulling you over to the window. You didn’t realize it opened out onto the roof. It’s flat so you’re not concerned about drunkenly falling off.

“Wait, this is so cool.” He opens the window, climbing through first. Then he helps you, holding onto your waist until you get your footing. “Thanks.”

He pulls off his vampire cape, laying it down so the two of you can sit on it. You make sure you’re facing him.

“The view isn’t that nice though.” The two of you glance towards the street. It’s the main road on your campus. There’s not much to look at, besides a lot of buildings.

“Don’t look at that,” you respond. “Look at me.” You’re surprised you have the guts to say it. If you're going to flirt with him, it may as well be now, while you’ve got liquid courage in your veins.

“Gladly.” When you make eye contact again, you feel less nervous. “You’re much prettier anyway.”

You can’t get a read on him. He must be somewhat interested in you if he’s ditched a party and brought you up to his room. It would only make sense.

“Don’t be silly."

“I’m not,” he replies.

You aren’t really sure what to say to him, so you two sit in silence for a little while. It doesn’t feel uncomfortable.

“I was going to ask you to come here,” Sunghoon says suddenly.

“To your room?” He shakes his head.

“To the party, I mean.”

“Oh, duh.” It must be the alcohol making your brain fuzzy. Or maybe it’s being in his presence. Or both.

“When I found out Jungwon told you about the party instead, I was kind of sad.”

“Oh?” You aren’t sure where he’s going with this.

“Yeah,” Sunghoon looks down. “I thought I missed my chance.”

“To do what?”

“Remember when you said I was stupid?” His voice is quiet. You can’t help but reach out and lift his head so he’s looking at you. Once you make eye contact, you drop your hand so it’s on his arm instead.

“Technically, you said it.” You remind him. “I just agreed.”

“Right,” he says, smiling. “Well, you had a point.”

“I know.” That makes him laugh.

“I should’ve asked for your number then.”

“What are you trying to say, Park Sunghoon?”

“I like you, y/n.” You take his hand in yours.

“I like you too, Sunghoon.” He shakes his head.

“No, like, I like you.” You smile.

“I know,” you tell him. “I’ve had a crush on you since the beginning of the semester.”

“You have?” He seems shocked.

“Of course,” you hit him with your other hand, but he grabs that one too. “Have you seen yourself?”

He looks down, smiling at himself. “You think I’m handsome?” He asks quietly.

“Why are you acting all shy?” Sunghoon looks up again. You’re pretty sure he’s blushing. “Obviously, I do.”

“Wait, wait,” he says, “I got distracted.”

“Distracted from what?”

“I meant to ask you a question.”

“Go on then.” You squeeze both his hands.

“Can I have your number?”

You can’t stop yourself from laughing. You didn’t know what he was going to say, but you didn’t expect that.

“Give me your phone.”

Once you’ve typed your info in, you hand it back. Right away, your own phone buzzes in your pocket. You pull it out, checking the message Sunghoon sent you.

Unknown [12:03am]: can I take you on a date tomorrow?

y/n [12:04am]: tomorrow as in today or tomorrow tomorrow

Sunghoon laughs from beside you. You can’t help but smile as well. While he responds, you save him as a contact.

Sunghoon [12:05am]: whenever you want

y/n [12:05am]: I’d love to :)

You wait for Sunghoon to text you back, but he doesn’t. When you glance over at him, he’s already looking at you.

“Good,” he whispers, before leaning into you.

You don’t hesitate, immediately doing the same. You can’t help but grin into the kiss. You’re pretty sure Sunghoon is as well.

When he pulls away, you’re laughing.

“Are you laughing because I’m a bad kisser or because you’re drunk?”

“I’m not sure,” you admit. “Kiss me again and I’ll let you know.”

Sunghoon smiles, pulling you into him again.

“Sure,” he places a kiss on your neck. “I’d be more than happy to.”

#sunghoon #fluff #enhypen #enha #sunghoon scenario #sunghoon imagine #enhypen scenario #enhypen imagine #sunghoon scenarios #sunghoon imagines #enhypen scenarios #also sorry for the random ass taylor swift song title again I think it’s kind of fitting #also I was trying to format this and my mother comes into the room and starts talking to me about tea like kelly I'm trying to do something #anyway #emojis look so weird italicized damn I never noticed before

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really really

mark lee x gender neutral! reader

college student! au || 2.1k

I’m still going through it over the guy in my japanese class and I keep doing dumbass things, so this was inspired by real life events - ALSO - I tried not to specify the language they’re learning in this so you can just imagine it’s whatever you want

warnings: there’s swearing but it’s like … unintentional 😭 you’ll see (that part was also inspired by real-life events this guy is so cute I’ll DIE), also y/n and mark are lowkey alcoholics

summary: you and mark are into each other and useless so your mutual friend, johnny, tries to get you two together during a group study session

“Please, Johnny, can you ask me out already?”

He smirks at you from across the table. “Begging now, are we?”

“Shut up and do it,” you tell him, flipping to the right page in your notes. “The grammar structure is right here.”

Learning a new language is fun, but not when your classmates are incompetent. Johnny’s not bad though. When he suggested having a study session in the library today, you jumped at the chance. You’ve got an oral test coming up this week that you’re terrified for. And you hoped that maybe Mark would come as well.

You met both Mark and Johnny last semester, in your first level language class. They didn’t interest you that much at first, but because there were only about 15 of you, you grew closer with everyone throughout the semester. You considered yourself acquaintances at the end of that course.

But now in the second level, you’ve had no choice but to become closer with them. Your friends all ditched you, claiming they didn’t have enough electives for another language class.

Thankfully, Johnny noticed your lack of a social circle during the first week of class and snatched you up quickly.

Through getting to know Johnny, you’ve naturally gotten to know Mark better. Now that you’re hanging out more often, you’ve noticed he is actually quite cute. And when he talks about his interests, you find yourself paying attention, mainly because you love how excited he gets about them. It’s possible you might have a crush on him. Maybe. You’re not sure.

“Okay, I think I’m ready.” You nod at Johnny, urging him to go on.

Part of your oral test is to ask your teacher about her interests and make plans based on them. You aren’t too concerned about the grammar aspect, but you keep forgetting all your vocabulary.

“Sorry, what?”

“I asked what kind of alcohol you like,” Johnny tells you. He repeats the question and that’s when you realize.

You respond and tell him you like soju. You expect him to continue the conversation, like you will during the test, but his laughter catches you off guard.

“What?” You ask. “Did I make a mistake?”

He shakes his head. “No, it’s just Mark loves soju as well.”

“Oh?“ You reply. “Maybe I should go out with him then.”

You’re focused on your notes, not even realizing what you’ve said. When Johnny doesn’t reply, you look up.

“What did you just say, y/n?”

You can’t stop yourself from blushing. You turn to your textbook again, flipping through, pretending to look for something.

“Hm? Nothing.” He better drop it.

“Did you just say you should go out with Mark?” You have no idea how to play this off.

“Jokingly,” you say, your voice shaking. You try to cover it up with a laugh, which sounds very obviously fake. “Like not really.” Your laugh gets louder, making the situation even more awkward.

Johnny’s 110% going to tell Mark about this later. You try to push that thought aside though.

“Okay, focus.” You point to the notes in front of him. “What’s next?”

You repeat what you said earlier, about liking soju. Johnny responds by asking if you’d like to go to a bar with him tomorrow night. In the dialogues you’ve practiced, you’ve always said yes, but this time you decide to say no, just to see how he’ll respond.

“It’s because I’m not Mark, isn’t it?”

You roll your eyes, checking your phone. It is getting late. It would probably be a good idea to get out of here now, before you say something else stupid.

When you point this out to Johnny, he nods. You’ve been practicing for about 2 hours now. The test is still a few days away, so you suggest you study again at some point before then. He agrees, saying he’ll text you.

Once you’ve got all your stuff together, you pull your jacket on and grab your bag.

“I’ll see you later.”

“Sure y/n,” he responds. “I’ll tell Mark you say hi when I get home.”

===

He doesn’t lie.

“How was the library?” Mark asks from the couch when he hears the door open.

“It was good,” Johnny responds. “y/n and I were there for quite a while. We got a lot done.”

Mark sits up, glancing over at his roommate. “y/n was there?”

Johnny raises an eyebrow. He knows Mark likes you. Mark’s never outright said anything to him before, but it’s not like Mark’s subtle about these things. It’s pretty obvious.

“Yeah, why?”

“I thought you were studying with Kun.”

“He got busy, so I invited y/n instead.” Johnny shrugs.

“You should’ve told me.” Mark sounds almost sad. It’s entertaining.

“Why’s that, Mark?”

Mark suddenly realizes he’s said too much. He’s had a crush on you since last semester. The two of you were doing some kind of pair work in class and you said something funny. Mark doesn’t even remember what it was, but here he is now, months later, still into you.

“Shut up.”

Johnny smiles. That’s enough confirmation for him. Part of him wonders if he should try and set you two up, but another part of him tells him he doesn’t have time.

“For what it’s worth, I think y/n likes you too.”

“What?”

“We’re studying again later this week,” Johnny ignores him. “Wanna come with?”

“I-” Mark doesn’t even get to finish his sentence.

“Great.”

He watches as Johnny disappears into his room, wondering what the hell he meant. There’s no way you could possibly like him back. You’re like, way out of his league.

Mark doesn’t let himself think about it for too long anyway. He’ll lose his mind.

But when he’s lying in bed that night, Johnny’s words come back to him.

I think y/n likes you too.

What’s he meant to do with that?

===

“Oh, hey Mark!”

You shoot Johnny a dirty look. He didn’t tell you Mark was coming. Although maybe you should’ve known when he sat down across from you with 3 drinks from the vending machine. You just assumed he was really thirsty.

“Hi y/n.” Mark seems just as awkward as you. “How are you?”

You smile. “I’m okay, how are you?”

“I’m good too.”

“Alright, you two,” Johnny says, grabbing your attention. “No more English.”

Surprisingly, the three of you are quite efficient. You get through all your practice questions quickly. Like you, Mark is struggling to memorize vocabulary. His pronunciation also needs some work.

Part of the test involves using the past tense to talk about a holiday you went on. When you ask Mark where he went, he hesitates.

“I don’t know how to say New York City.”

“I’ll google it,” you tell him, but Johnny shakes his head.

“Just say it with an accent, it’ll be fine.” You make eye contact with Mark and shrug.

“New York … shitty?”

He seems almost embarrassed once he’s realized what he said. But the expression on his face is so adorable, you can’t help but burst into laughter. Mark relaxes, joining in with you.

Either Johnny didn’t hear, or he didn’t think it was funny, because he’s completely straight faced. You ignore him.

It takes a second for you to get yourself together again. You hate yourself for being so obvious about your crush. A normal person would not laugh that hard over something so small. Hopefully Mark hasn’t noticed anything unusual.

“I think you should just say it normally.”

“Yeah, I agree.”

You quickly move on, telling Mark and Johnny about your own trip. They ask you what the weather was like, how you enjoyed the food, literally anything they can think of. You roll your eyes at some of their questions, telling them you won’t be asked that, but Johnny pushes you anyway.

“Okay, I need a snack.” Johnny says, once you’ve gone through all the practice questions again. “What do you two want?”

“Where are we going?” Mark asks.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he tells you. “We aren’t done yet. I’m just going to run across the street and get Starbucks.”

You know Johnny’s up to something, leaving you and Mark here alone. You have a feeling he’s going to go and then mysteriously get stuck in an extra long line. You roll your eyes, but tell him your order anyway.

Once he’s gone, you turn to Mark, trying to act normal.

“Is there anything you want to practice a bit more?”

“Uh, sure,” Mark flips through his notes. “Did you have something in mind?”

You shake your head. “I’m feeling pretty confident.”

“Of course you do.” He looks up, smiling at you. You’re pretty sure you’re blushing. “You’re good at everything.”

“Hm?”

“In class, I mean,” he sounds flustered. “I know you got the highest mark last semester.”

“Kun beat me by 0.2% actually.” You’re still bitter about it. “So not the highest.”

“Still,” he says. “Didn’t you write your final paper while drunk?”

That’s true. You were texting in your class’ group chat while you were doing it. Somehow you managed to get 100% despite being wasted.

“Shut up.” You roll your eyes. “You did well, too.”

“I’m trying to compliment you, y/n,” he says. “You should be humble.”

“My bad,” you reply. “Thank you kindly, Mark Lee.”

When he smiles at you, your heart starts beating a little bit faster. You shake it off, turning your attention back to your textbook. Mark asks if you can work on making plans, so you agree, shooting him some questions.

While you’re practicing, he gets a text from Johnny.

“This Starbucks line is crazy, probably gonna be 10 minutes.”

You roll your eyes. “I knew it.”

“Knew what?”

“Nothing.” You smile, trying to change the subject. “Ask me out.”

“What?”

“Pg. 108,” you clarify. “Making plans.”

“Oh, right.”

The two of you go through all of the examples, and you throw him some extra questions you practiced with Johnny before. Mark answers all of them pretty well, and you make sure to let him know that.

“Okay,” he says, once you’re finished all the examples. “I have one.”

“Go on,” you tell him.

He winds up asking what kind of alcohol you like. You smile, and tell him soju, curious as to what his reaction will be. You still aren’t sure if Johnny told him about your little embarrassing moment the other day.

His eyes light up.

“No way,” he says, “I love soju too.”

“Oh?” You raise an eyebrow. “Where should we go then?”

He switches back to your target language and suggests a restaurant on campus, so you tell him yes, of course. When your conversation is over, he gives you a high five.

“What do you think?” You ask him.

“Your pronunciation was good,” he responds. “I’m sure you’ll ace it.” You shake your head.

“No,” you say, hesitating. “We should, like, actually uh, drink… together.”

“Oh.”

“Or not,” you add quickly. “It was just a thought.”

“No, no,” he says, “that would be cool.”

You smile. “Really?”

“Really really.” That makes you insanely happy. You’re glad that wasn’t a total flop. “I’d invite you over to my place, but Johnny…”

You burst out laughing. “It’s okay, you can come to mine.”

Mark freezes. You didn’t mean it like that.

“No, no,” you say, quickly, “I have a switch, I thought like, drunk Mario Kart could be fun, or something, I don’t know.”

“You’re cute when you’re flustered.”

You gasp. Mark said it so quietly, you barely noticed. You’re even more flustered now.

“So, drunk Mario Kart?” You ask. “It’s a yes then?” He nods.

Johnny comes back seconds later, so you and Mark try to act natural. You run through everything one final time while you have your snacks.

“y/n,” Johnny says, “lemme ask you a question.”

“In English or…?” He shakes his head, gesturing to the textbook on the table.

He asks what kind of video games you like. The only one that comes to mind is Mario Kart, so you tell him that. His face breaks out in a grin.

“No way,” he says, glancing in between you and Mark, “Mark loves Mario Kart too. Maybe you should play with him.”

“We’re one step ahead of you,” you respond, smiling at Mark.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“y/n asked me out while you were gone.”

“Why couldn’t you have waited for me to come back?” Johnny asks you. You roll your eyes. “At least come over to our place for your first date.”

“Oh, hell no.”

“We’re going to y/n’s.” Johnny groans.

“You never let me have any fun.” Mark laughs.

“We aren’t even dating yet, and we already have a kid together, that’s insane.”

“Do you mean me?”

“Yes,” you and Mark both answer in unison.

“Wow.” Johnny sighs. “You two are like a match made in heaven.”

“A match made in heaven that will fail this test if you don’t shut up.”

“Sorry.”

“No English!”

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