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parksunghoonification · 3 years ago

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Pancakes are served

word count. less than 1k

pairing. bad cook!yeonjun x afab!reader

genre. strangers to ??

warnings. mentions of food

author's note. the first episode of desperate housewives made me write this. also happy valentine's day to everyone!

Yeonjun isn't a really good cook.

In fact, he is a terrible one.

Every time he tries to prepare some kind of meal, whether it is an elaborate recipe or a simple little snack, it always transforms into a catastrophe.

The only thing he seems to manage to put together are pancakes.

Well, you see, that is just fortunate for him. A lucky casualty that worked in his favour.

Yeonjun learned to whisk the right ingredients together and turn over the batter without making the stove resemble a crime scene in his aunt's American kitchen.

Apart from his mother side of the family, none of his current friends witnessed the initial disaster that occurred at the beginning of his culinary training.

All the people who know him now in his native country think of him as the, and I quote, "the king of pancakes".

Soobin, his dear roommate, would actually beg to disagree with what, in his own opinion, is an overstatement.

He is daily subjected to Yeonjun's unsuccessful experiments and while he can partly agree that pancakes are the only edible thing the older boy can put together, they sure aren't the best, not even in a three feet radius.

The morning his parents were screaming and shouting how much they hated each other in the living room, they were too watery and a little salty. Maybe due to all the tears that fell in the pan, but how could he know, he also put in what was more than a pinch of salt.

The night of his moving into the dorm, they were as thin and flat as the insect Yeonjun and Soobin found pressed on the wall, right next to the fridge.

The day of his first showcase he was so nervous and distant he burnt them completely, accidentally making hockey pucks instead of breakfast.

That time he was supposed to bring something over to Beomgyu's little house party they were... interesting, for the lack of better terms.

He mistook salt for sugar and corn starch for flour, making everyone who dared to pick them up and mince them with their teeth whine in pain. In his defence, he still didn't quite get Soobin's cabinet arrangement.

To his surprise, there was this one girl, who just continued on eating like she was in a complete separate room, unaware of everybody's reactions and their implication.

He might be a bad cook, but he sure is not a bad person, so he mastered up the courage to stomp over and warn her about how her stomach had less than a minute before it collapsed on itself.

"Excuse me, you don't actually want to finish that".

He didn't sound very polite, but he convinced himself that it was for the best.

She kept looking at him with a puzzled expression and furrowed brows, as if he was the crazy one. Holding a napkin under her chin, he was waiting for her to spit everything out. Instead of munched food and saliva, he got a "why? what's wrong?" out of her lips.

Now he was straight up confused. Was she messing with him? Was Taehyun pulling one of his psychological tricks on him for his class again?

"Trust me on this one, I made them"

She gestured to put away the piece of paper he was holding, grabbed a new one and tapped her mouth gently.

Yeonjun still couldn't understand. She was still alive? And well? And also, the pancakes were dead dry, why was she wiping her mouth?

He started to think, maybe he wasn't that bad, it's not like he puts poison in his creations. He was so going to speak up to Beomgyu and his rude friends.

"I don't know if this is of any comfort, but my father is much, much worse"

Oh, y/n didn't have a clue that those words were something that Yeonjun much, much needed.

Once he gained a little clarity, he started to feel sorry for the poor old man who was regularly bashed for his poor cooking as well.

He started to wonder, "is that the future ahead of me? My daughter, flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood, talking about how desperate I am to some guy she just met at an improvised gathering?"

Y/n on the other hand, started to worry for the boy in front of her. He was just standing there, mouth agape, after he tried to take away from her mouth the food she was planning to shallow, like she was some dog. The pancakes were on display, she didn't eat anything she wasn't supposed to. Or did she? She looked again at the plate, just to be sure. It all seemed fine. What was his problem then?

Her mind was going wild, jumping from one place to another frenetically. Maybe he was some sort of pervert. Was food play to this extent even a thing? She had never heard of people spitting food on each other for sexual purposes. Or was there someone into that? No chance she would have looked that up. It was best for those question to remain un-answered.

"Kid, this is a last-minute party at Beomgyu's. I wasn’t expecting anything gourmet".

Yeonjun thought that if Soobin would have been there listening to that exchange, he would have certainly told him to marry her on the spot. And for some reason that seemed the right thing to do for Yeonjun, for a moment.

He was picturing a white long dress where her little black one was, the tune of church bells ringing in the distance, the smiles on the faces of his loved ones.

“Are you free this Friday?”

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parksunghoonification · 3 years ago

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ʏᴇᴏɴᴊᴜɴ'ꜱ ᴍᴏᴠɪɴɢ ᴄᴀꜱᴛʟᴇ

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ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: ɪɴ ᴀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡɪᴛᴄʜᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪᴢᴀʀᴅꜱ ᴇxɪꜱᴛ, ʏɴ ᴡᴏʀᴋᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ’ꜱ ʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴏᴘ. ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴀ ꜱɪᴍᴘʟᴇ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɢʀᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏʟᴅᴇꜱᴛ ᴀᴍᴏɴɢꜱᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛᴡᴏ ꜱɪʙʟɪɴɢꜱ, ʏɴ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜰᴀɪʟᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴏɴꜱɪʙʟᴇ ᴏʟᴅᴇʀ ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ꜱʜᴇ ᴇɴᴄᴏᴜɴᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴀ ᴡɪᴢᴀʀᴅ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ᴄᴜʀꜱᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀꜱꜱᴏᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪᴍ.

pairing: yeonjun x fem reader

genre: fluff, angst (comfort)

word count: 3.8k+

warning: Witches and Wizards, curses, mention of suicide (not as bold, it's more subtle), yn kisses almost everyone in the story (sorry), yn thinks she is not very pretty (self-image issues). Hueningkai cameo <3

a/n: so, i'm basically in love with Howl. the image of yeonjun is not mine and you can see the creator's tag name on the image. but doesn't he look like howl? like that's how yeonjun would look as howl. jfksmfkr

taglist: @boba-beom @summery-bat @dropthedagg3r

"Yn! We're leaving!" You heard Ryoko, one of the workers in your hat shop, call out to you.

"Have a safe trip back home!" You shout back as you run another stitch on the hat you were working on.

"Are you sure you don't want to come with us? Didn't you mention you were going to visit your sister?" Ryoko asked as she tapped her foot against the floor.

"No, thank you! I think I'll finish this piece and leave!" You finish as you hear a commotion downstairs.

"Is that Yeonjun's Castle?"

"Do you think he really takes people's hearts away when you strike a deal?"

"Are you sure that's his castle?"

"Why does his castle keep moving?"

"It's to stay hidden from the rest of the army dummy,"

"Jinko, you have nothing to worry about Yeonjun only takes hearts of pretty people."

"That's enough! Let's get moving, ladies!" You finally hear Ryoko call out as everyone gushes out the door. You look out the window, seeing a tiny figure moving through the for. If what the rumors say is true, you would really have nothing to worry about.

~~~

Once you finish working on the hat, you clean all your stuff and pick the piece of paper where you had written your sister's work address. You put on your shoes and lock the store as you start walking towards the main street to get a tram-train to the city.

Once you had reached the city, you walked through the street, avoiding bumping into the palace guards. But it had seemed as though you couldn't hide fast enough, as you bumped into one right after entering an alley.

"Hey there, little birdie, are you lost?" The guard asked a smirk etched on his lips.

"No, thank you, I am fine." You answered with the small amount of courage that you had.

"Wow, this bird really is pretty." Another guard walks in to take a look at you. But before you could answer, you feel someone wrap their arm about your shoulder, pulling you into them.

"Sorry for being late, sweetheart; I got a little busy." The man who had pulled you towards him says, his breath hot on the tip of your ears.

"Who are you?" One of the guards demands.

"Why don't you boys go for a walk?" The mystery man asks as he waves a finger towards them. Suddenly, the guards start to move out of their way, walking along as if they were being controlled.

"That must have scared you, but I need a little help; I am being followed, so let's just act normal so that we can lose them in the crowd." The man says as he takes your arm in his, walking with you.

"Where are you heading exactly?" He asks casually.

"The Tea Pot." You squeak.

"Ah, sorry I got you involved in this." He says as he rushed the both of you through the various streets that littered the city. You see these gelly men walking through the walls, black as ink, trying to catch up to the both of you. Just when you think you were getting caught, the mystery man holds on to your waist.

"When I say jump, be prepared to jump, okay?" He whispers in your ear. Not a minute later, he whispers to you to jump. The both of you jump higher in the sky. Your hair whipped with the wind, eyes wide as you look at the people below on the streets heading to the coronation.

"Start walking; it would be easier." He says as you follow his steps.

"Wow, yn, you're a natural." He says as he smiles down at you. You look up at him as you mimick his smile.

"Thank you for helping me with my escape, dear yn. See you next time." The man says as he drops you on the balcony of the first floor of the Tea Pot.

Once he disappears in the crowd, it strikes you. You had never mentioned your name once to him. You take this moment to look out into the mass of people, mesmerized by the man. The way his blonde hair whisked in the air, to the smile he had flashed you. The way his fingers had danced across your waist and shoulders. Everything seemed enchanting.

After a moment, you walk down the stairs to your sister's space of work. When she sees you, she runs to you, pulling you in a bone-crushing hug. She smiles at you wide as she places a kiss on your cheek.

"You look wonderful, yn!" She says as she grabs your arm and walks you to another place for the both of you to talk.

"I think I met a wizard on my way here. I mean, I am sure he was a wizard." You say in a dreamy voice.

"What if it was Yeonjun?" Your sister says in a horrified tone which makes you let out an unfeminine snort.

"Then I would have nothing to worry about. Yeonjun only takes the souls of those who are pretty. You should be the one who should be worried." You say as you twirl a strand of your sister's hair before tucking it behind her ear.

"Oh, but yn, you are pretty. I wonder when you will see it for yourself. I am telling you, it's only a matter of time before some man falls in love with you." Your sister says as she nudges you.

"Oh please, the day a man declares his love for me, I will run on the street naked." You joke as your sister, and you burst out laughing.

"I have to go now, and it is getting late. You should go back as well before it gets very dark. Come more often; it feels nice seeing you and talking to you." Your sister says as the two of you hug goodbye.

~~~

It was getting difficult to find Yeonjun with the disturbing weather. You had been cursed to look like a ninety-year-old old woman by the Witch of the Waste. But you were also stuck in the rains with a scarecrow with a turnip instead of a head. To your advantage, the cursed turnip came in handy, bringing you a cane for your journey.

You tried using your hand to cover your eyes from the rain, but it was no use. Turnip-Head beside you as you mumbled about how nice it would be to have some form of shelter to rest for a while. Seeming to understand you yet again, Turnip-Head went looking for something that you hoped was a house.

But your eyes widened as you saw it. It moved slowly yet looked sturdy. It didn't look like a castle one bit. You were shocked to see it, recognizing it as Yeonjun's Moving Castle. You grimaced, thinking of how ugly it looked. Maybe old age had made you more honest.

The door to the castle opened to you as you entered it in a rush, almost tripping over yourself in the process. You only wondered how your old body would have taken the shock of falling on hard rocky ground.

When you entered the house, it seemed nice and warm. It felt welcoming. A small fire had been lit, the flame almost dying out. You put one of the wooden logs in the fire, letting it ignite as you sat on a chair in front of it.

"Are you a witch?" The fire asked, surprising you.

"Are you a wizard?" You asked back.

"I could never be a wizard. I'm a demon, under the control of yeonjun. My name is Calcifer." The fire said, rolling its eyes.

"Ah, a fire demon!" You said with excitement.

"Now listen here, old lady, how about we make a deal. You help me get rid of my curse, and I do the same with yours." The demon offered.

"Hmm, deal with a demon? I don't know, I'm not sure." You said, your eyes suddenly feeling heavy.

"Hey, hey, listen to me!" The fire said, trying to get your attention. You nodded your head, your mind clouded with tiredness and sleep.

"So we have a deal, right?" The fire asked.

"Mhmm, yeah, we have a deal," You said, falling asleep on the chair.

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You thought you had heard your name being called, but you weren't sure. Maybe it was all in your head. But then you felt someone waking you up, shaking you slowly. Your eyes opened to see the beautiful man who had saved you from the guards. Your eyes widened as you kicked your feet to create distance.

"Woah, woah, calm down, ma'am. I just want to know how you got in." He said, putting his hands up in surrender.

"I- Calcifer let me in. I'm the, uh, cleaning lady." You said, stuttering.

"Cleaning lady, huh, and who hired you, my lady?" He asked as a blush covered your face.

"I hired myself, of course." You said, getting up and pushing him away by the chest.

"I should get to work." You said, smiling at the man with golden locks.

"Don't get too carried away, my dear," Yeonjun said, smiling back at you as he exited through the door.

You took a look around, noticing a boy near the stairs.

"Master Yeonjun almost had a heart attack looking at you." The boy said, tilting his head a little to get a better look at you.

"Did he now? Guess he really doesn't like ugly women. Not to mention old as well." You said with a scoff.

"No, not because of your looks, but because of the fact that he simply didn't know who you were," He cleared, "and neither did I. I didn't even hear you come in. Are you a witch?" He asked as he got up from his spot.

"Yes, I'm a big bad witch!" You said, imitating an evil laugh, only to make the boy cackle.

"I'm Hueningkai! You can call me Kai. And you are?" He asked.

"Yn, nice to meet you, Kai. You look like a good boy. How'd you and Yeonjun meet?" You asked, ruffling Hueningkai's hair.

"He saved me from an evil man," Hueningkai said, using his tiny hands to create big gestures for exaggeration.

"Really? Did he look cool?" You asked with a teasing tone.

"The coolest! Master Yeonjun really is the best!" Hueningkai said with a tiny jump, making you laugh.

"Yn!" He exclaimed, shocking you.

"Yes! What happened?!" You asked, concerned.

"I like your laugh." He said with a cheeky grin.

"God, you scared me!" You scolded, ruffling his hair again.

"Okay, now let's get to work!" You said as the two of you began cleaning.

~~~

You and Hueningkai had finished cleaning the house, washing the clothes, getting rid of the dirty dishes. Finally, sitting down on the couch that the poor kid wasn't even aware existed.

"Since we did exceptionally well, let's make ourselves some hot chocolate." You suggested as the five-year-old boy nodded his head eagerly.

Before either of you could move, the door pushed open, Yeonjun coming in with his hair covering his face. He heaved heavily. He slowly raised his gaze to see his house all clean.

"Wow, yn, you really did clean up everything. I forgot just how wonderful this house used to look like." He said, flashing you a smile.

"Yeonjun, look! She placed the wood right here next to me so that I can take one whenever I need it!" Calcifer chimed in.

"That's nice; you should thank her," Yeonjun said.

"You should take a bath- you smell," Hueningkai whined.

"On it, kiddo," Yeonjun said with a chuckle that made your heart flutter. Damn wizards and their flirty talks.

You made a cup of hot chocolate for Hueningkai and yourself, using Calcifer. The both of you sipped on your drink happily until an ear-shattering scream was heard through the entire house.

"Yn! Look at what you have done!" Yeonjun screamed as he ran down the stairs in his towel. He clutched his hair that was a beautiful red.

"Have done what?!" You asked, not knowing what he was yelling at you for.

"This! My hair!" He screamed as he sat on a stool droopily.

"If you ask me, it looks beautiful." You said with a smile.

"I asked you not to get carried away while cleaning, didn't I? Now, look at what you have done. What's the point of living if you're not pretty." He said gloomily. This irked you.

You stood your ground, yelling at him, "I have never been pretty in my life! But do you see me giving up on it?! I, for once, want to feel pretty. You look pretty all the time, you inconsiderate asshole!" With that, you run out the door, running till your old legs take you. That being to pond near the castle.

You breathed heavy, trying to calm yourself. You marched back up the path to the castle, only to see Hueningkai run to you.

"Yn! He is doing it again! And it's worse this time! You have to come right now!" Hueningkai said, tugging you inside the castle.

"Yn! YN! Save me!" Calcifer said as some green goo tried to reach it. YOu looked at Yeonjun, who was secreting this goo, a chuckle leaving past your lips.

"Has he always been this dramatic?" You asked Calcifer and Hueningkai as they nodded their head yes in sync.

"Very well. Huening-ie, run the bath and wash this fellow up well for me, okay?" You said, pointing towards Yeonjun as the boy nodded his head yes, running up the stairs.

You grabbed Yeonjun, putting his hand over your shoulder as you dragged him to the bathroom. So much for cleaning the house. On the way upstairs, you hear a faint thump. You turn around, only to see Yeonjun's towel on the stairs. With wide eyes, you rush to the bathroom to get the naked man away from you.

~~~

After the little mishap, Yeonjun had been put to bed. You had cleaned all the goo from the floor and Calcifer, who looked like he could kiss you. You and Hueningkai had gone back to finishing your now cold chocolate milk, sharing stories from your past.

He was just a kid, but he still had more fun stories than you could think of. You decided to make the drama queen some tea, walking up to his room. You opened the door, feeling like you had entered another dimension. Everything looked enchanting in this room.

"I made you some tea." You said, pushing a strand of his jet-black locks behind his ear.

You were about to walk out when you felt him grasp your wrist.

"Stay," He whispered as you sat on the chair next to his bed.

"Why are you really here, yn?" He asked.

"I- the Witch of the Waste has a message for you." You muttered as his eyes widened.

"You work for her?" He asked, almost sounding betrayed.

"No! God, no! I would never work for her." You said, making him chuckle.

"Well then, give me that thing in your pocket." He said, making you furrow your brows. You reached for your pocket, finding a paper folded there. Since when was it with you? You wondered. You handed the scrap to the man on the bed, only for it to burst into flames upon his touch. The smoke created a message that only he seemed to understand.

That was the first time you had ever heard Yeonjun laugh wholeheartedly.

~~~

Since that night, something unspoken had been exchanged between Yeonjun and yourself. He has been smiling at you a lot; he had been more affectionate than he already was. It warmed your ninety-year-old heart. Hueningkai spent most of his hours with you, doing simple mundane tasks, or listening to your childhood stories. It made you feel fuzzy inside.

Yeonjun would be there for dinner, telling about his day. How the war was the most stupid thing he had ever heard of, and how he had suddenly become the most wanted man because he didn't want to take part in the war.

"I just realized our family is filled with cursed beings!" Hueningakai had said, making everyone burst into a fit of laughter. Everything seemed too perfect to be true.

Which, in fact, was ruined when you had gone to the crowded local market to buy groceries for the house. You saw her sitting with her large body sipping on tea as she smirked at you. Without a second thought, you marched your way towards her, only to be held back by guards.

"Please leave the premises for your safety, Mrs. Choi." The guard said. Your eyes widened. Choi. It was the identity Yeonjun had asked you to take for your safety. You stumbled back. You looked back at the Witch of the Waste, shooting her a glare. But before she could do anything, she was covered with glowing light.

Everyone had seemed to stop to look at the scene. The Witch of the Waste slowly shrinking into a tiny chubby lady. She looked weak, almost as though she was about to pass out any second. Before you could figure out what was going on, Yeonjun had suddenly appeared, dragging you with him.

"We have to leave right now. I knew I shouldn't have sent you to the market. I'm sorry." He said in a hurry as you heard a commotion behind you.

"Fuck, they figured out. Let's run." He said, grabbing your shoulder like he had the first time he met you.

"I know we have done this before, so come on, move with me." He said as he took you through alleys and corners.

"No- no, this is my first time going out with you." You lied, only for Yeonjun to scoff.

"Liar, I know you yn. I dropped you at your sister's at Tea Pot, remember? Also, your curse is worn off right now." He points as you look at yourself. Your curse really had worn off.

"How did you undo it?!" You asked as Yeonjun took a sharp turn.

"Not now sweetheart, I promise to explain everything to you once we are safe. Take this route. I'll hold them back, okay?" He said, placing a kiss on your cheek before ushering you forward. With one look behind, you ran down the route he had asked you to take.

Far in the distance was where you saw it. Your castle. Your home. You ran towards it, swinging the door shut when you entered.

"Calcifer! We have to help Yeonjun! We have to leave as fast as possible, but not in such a big house." You said.

"Hueningkai, stand outside okay, we are removing Calcifer from the house." You instructed as the boy followed.

"Yn, you have become young!" Hueningkai exclaimed.

"Yeah, my curse has been broken." You said with a smile as you went to pick Calcifer in your hand.

"This is a bad idea, yn, like this, we will never be able to get going." He warned.

"Well, if you have something in your mind, then pls let me know." You said as you stepped out, the entire castle collapsing in front of you.

"Now Calcifer, rebuilt a smaller moving vessel to get is out safely, okay?" You said, trying to find an entrance to the house.

"Yn! I found an entrance to the inside!" Hueningkai shouted, waving at you to hurry. You hurried inside, Calcifer looking at you with doubt.

"Now what?" You asked with a sigh.

"Give me something that belongs to you. This is too much for me to take. Especially with the rain hitting me." He said as you sighed.

"Does my hair work?" You asked as the fire grinned, eating your hair in one go.

"Yn, I like your short hair. It suits you." Hueningkai said with an innocent smile.

"Thank you, Kai." You thanked, pinching his cheek with affection.

Calcifer made a mobile home, zooming past the mountains, where no one could find you. The view from the window showed the city being destroyed. If only there really was an end to the war and the madness. You could see Yeonjun flying through the sky. Or so Calsifer said.

The three of you sat on the floor, gloomy.

"Yeonjun will be back, right?" Hueningkai asked.

"Mhm! He will come back safe and sound." You said.

At that moment, Yeonjun burst through the door, his arms bleeding and his face covered in dirt. He had a cut on his brow and nose. He heaved as he layed on his back. You and Hueningkai ran towards him, crouching down.

"Oh my god, you're bleeding!" You exclaimed.

"Get Calcifer, fast." He spoke.

Hueningkai ran towards Calcifer, getting the ball of fire in his hands and passing it to you.

"It's time, Calcifer. I set you free." Yeonjun said with a lazy smile.

"Push him against my chest, yn please," Yeonjun said, sounding broken. You did as he asked, pushing the ball of fire against his chest.

"That's his heart," Hueningkai whispered. You looked at the young boy, socked. How come you never noticed?

The house stopped moving, everything falling apart once more. Yeonjun grabbed you and Hueningkai, wrapping his arms around you both. The shack hit the ground with minimum impact, jolting the three of you.

"My chest feels heavy," Yeonjun said with a chuckle. A bright ball of light left from Yeonjun's chest as he celebrated his freedom. You laughed at the fireball.

"You're still bleeding, you know." You pointed.

"But at least I have put an end to a lot of things. The war being the first one." Yeonjun said with a smile.

"What was that even about?" You asked.

"The kingdoms wanted his heart," Hueningkai said with a grim expression.

"If you knew so much, why didn't you tell me?!" You yell, making Yeonjun and Hueningkai laugh.

"Yn! Look! I'm free!" Calcifer announced, making you grin.

"Thank you, Calcifer." You said, giving the fire a kiss. He blushed red, flying into the sky, giddy with joy.

"We still have to take care of you." You told Yeonjun.

"Maybe you should kiss me as well. It's the cure." Yeonjun said as you pounced on the man. Anything to get him all better. You kissed his plush lips, making Hueningkai squeal in the background.

"I was kidding yn, I am fine. MY injuries are fake. I just wanted to scare you." Yeonjun mumbled against your lips, making you smack his arm.

"You scared me!" You yelled, pouting.

"I'm sorry, my love." He said, pulling you for a hug, "come here, my little side-kick." Yeonjun said as he pulled Kai for a hug as well.

The three of you sat there on the ground, in the middle of nowhere, just happy to have one another.

"So, how'd my curse wear off?" You asked Yeonjun, who just smiled at you lovingly.

"Because you fell for the heatless boy, dummy." He said, giving your lips one last peck.

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Top Ten reasons why I hate You

synopsis. tenacity and spite aren’t really a great combination and Jake Sim knows it well.

word count. around 1800

pairings. jake x afab!reader

genre. kind of enemies to lovers??

warnings. i cursed and i also got bitchy

authors notes. hi everyone! this is the first time I’m posting on this site, hope you’ll like it!! English is not my first language, so let me know kindly if there are some mistakes.

(also i do NOT hate Jake, I actually love him too much, this was just for fun!!!)

Hi, I guess?

Sorry Diary, I haven't done this since third grade, I lost all my magic.

if it was up to me you wouldn't exist, this is all Jungwon's idea.

He said and I quote: "Maybe writing about it will give you some sort of inner piece, or maybe it will help you cope or process. It will do more good than harm, just try it". But then I refused, he clapped back and things got desperate really quickly (he knows exactly what to say and how to act to make me give in). Plus, I'm taking psychology this semester, saying no wouldn't have given me any credibility whatsoever.

So here I am, writing in a hate journal about a stupid frat boy (derogatory) for the sake of my friends' mental health (and also because they all have frequent headaches, pretty sure we are the cause of it).

I would like to start off by saying I am not a “fiery beast escaped from the flaming chambers of Hell”, even if I quite like the epithet (it’s giving Dante’s Inferno). If Jake (the stupid frat boy) was writing these pages, he would have kept that supernatural narrative, going on about how monstrously evil I am. I have a message for that troglodyte: my diary, my money, my story, and I will tell it how I like it (the girlbossification of y/n, we love to see it).

Contrarily to what he thinks (and fuck what he thinks), many say I am a good person, a really good person even.

I always stall Mr Kim when that sleepyhead of Sunoo is late to class (after several years of observing and refining my theory, I finally came to the conclusion that the closer you live to the school, the later you'll arrive), I always patiently help that senior citizen of Heeseung with his electronics (even if I really want to hit him with the TV's remote, because really Heeseung it's not that hard, most buttons have the function written on them, you just have to press them), I always make sure that hot tempered mess of Riki doesn't get himself killed (task that costed me a black eye once), I always end up forgiving every one of my unhinged friends (I can't really stay mad at them for long anyway, how could I? At the end of the day, they're pretty cute).

Unfortunately, like every other human being (except for Taylor Swift, the queen herself) I have a few, totally forgettable, little flaws.

Jay often tells me I might have a teeny, tiny, almost invisible controlling problem (which is actually hot if you ask me), remark I really can't take seriously considering it comes from someone who can't stand being wrong. Heeseung has pointed out a few times that I may not be the most tolerable person when drunk, but I would like to point out to him that I, at least, am extremely predictable (unlike him) since I follow a precise scale of drunkenness that goes from silly dances to uncontrolled and unjustified giggles (I think I am adorable when drunk, Heeseung is a loser for not agreeing with me). Sunghoon never forgets to scold me for being "the biggest bitch ever" to his beloved, Sim Jake (I can't defend myself on this one, he is absolutely right but I will never say this to his face).

The thing is, my friend group still hasn't had the opportunity to grasp on the fact that I am extremely bad at letting grudges go, I hold on to them for as long as I can. I have to admit, it happened to me on several occasions to forget the reasons behind them, but what can I do? Give up? Suddenly change my behaviour? I don’t want people to think I am a crazy, moody bitch, I prefer they think of me as a bitch without any other attribute, I don't really need all that decoration.

I guess you can add to the mix the fact that I am also pretty stubborn. Tenacity and spite aren't really a great combination and Jake knows it well.

To be honest with you diary, I forgot why I hate him so much but he gives me at least one new reason every day to do so.

First of all, he skipped Lady Gaga on the radio. that alone I could have ignored, but after that heretic act he pronounced these precise words, and I quote, "who even enjoys this kind of music", with the most arrogant tone ever. For your information Jake, I do, you little piece of shit.

He also said that Yeonjun is "just okay", and that I was "blowing this out of proportion" by calling him "the most beautiful creature to ever walk on heart". Jealousy is quite a bitch, I guess.

Petty motives, aren't they? Yes, of course. In all sincerity, I just believe me and him are too different to coexist civilly in the same environment. He is always pushing the wrong buttons, the big red ones with "DO NOT TOUCH" written all over. He does this on purpose, I’m convinced. He must not like me too.

To further prove my points, I made a contained list for you, my dear Diary, where I picked the top ten things I hate about Jake Sim (so I can antagonize him and explain why I am right at the same time). I know, I know, just like the movie. I had to pick a number, okay? I could have written for infinity but neither of us have all that time.

Disclaimer: it gets ugly

1. He is legitimately the worst at pranks but he won't give you the same answer if you ask him. He goes either way too small (he once moved every piece of furniture in my apartment by half a centimetre. Spoiler: I didn't notice and he almost went insane) or way too big (he freed a racoon in said apartment that destroyed most of said pieces of furniture. Also, it had rabies).

2. He is the biggest nerd. He picked maths and physics in college and made that his entire personality. Now I might be a bitch, but I am not a monster. I am all for talking about one's passions, but there is a limit, it being my total lack of interest towards Einstein and his stupid clock tower (with all due respect Mr Einstein). I also have unprocessed trauma from high school (it's the teachers' fault if I can't look at numbers without crying). So, no Jake, I am not bad at those, I just happen to despise them as much as I despise you.

3. He tries so bad to understand literature and refuses to accept that he really doesn't. He is extremely factual and he said himself multiple times that he doesn't believe in anything that isn't supported by objective actualities. Stories aren't always rational because human behaviour isn't always rational. He is convinced he can understand literature by using the same approach he uses for Math!!! How unacceptable is that? And that is why you didn't enjoy Wuthering Heights Jake, you tasteless little bitch! (He insults that masterpiece one more time and he is done for).

4. He is a robber, a criminal, an offender. He always steals Riki from me. And do not get me started on Sunghoon! Every time I happen to be alone with them, he approaches with his callous, grabby hands and takes them elsewhere, leaving me all alone. They like me better anyways Jake, get over it!!!

5. He ruins all the pictures. I can't post a group photo because of him. He's always right in the middle (I can't even crop him out and he gets extremely sensitive when I photoshop a celebrity in his place) with his stupid, constipated face. What's with that expression? Who lied to him? I swear his bottom lip will fall out one day from all the biting (I like to think that the doctors will have to use the skin from his ball sack to reconstruct it so that no one will kiss him ever again).

6. He makes me homesick. Layla this and Layla that, he always makes me think about the dog I left at home on the other side of the globe, the family I left behind. I face my personal dilemmas more than I would like because of him and believe me, realizing daily what a shitty daughter and sibling you are isn't ideal. I can't even cheer myself up with Layla, for some reason he is gatekeeping her from me, I have never even seen a picture of her. Scared she will like pick me over you, Sim?

7. I hate when he calls me "baby", "princess", "sweetheart" and other stomach upsetting pet names, mainly because his flirting (at least that's what Sunoo says it is) is pitiful and it gives me a heart attack every two business days.

8. He never worries. "y/n it's just a little coffee", Jungwon never blinked that day, not even once. "Relax y/n, it's chocolate", Riki was high on sugar. "We're at a party, have fun for once baby" Heeseung ended up in a fountain a neighbourhood away from the feast and almost drowned (we had our own little Titanic that night). For the record, I do have a lot of fun Jake, stop calling me an "uptight little princess".

9. That fucker laughs at his own tiktoks, he watches his page for hours on ends and has the audacity of having the time of his life. I wonder how the fuck he still finds deez nuts jokes funny when he hasn't been twelve in a while. If you're thinking "well, that's tragic" and not "he is hopeless" it's because, Diary, you still don't know that he listens unironically to Drake in 2021. Now that is tragic. To all the girls and boys who simp for Jake I just want to say that no, you can't fix him.

10. He makes me feel sort of funny sometimes. I believe it's due to the stress he gives me while Sunoo, on the other hand, is convinced that my hate for him it's "just a cover" for my "romantic feelings" and "that's what's up with your accelerated heartbeat, dumbass".

Let's focus on our last point. First of all, cardiovascular diseases run in the family, the doctor once told me that I am subjected to episodes of heart insufficiency. So, there's that. Second of all, I will never fall for that cretin of Jake sim. What would I even fall for? His outrageous skinny jeans? His stupid hair? That dumb laugh of his?

Now let’s hypothesize that I like him (which I don’t, ew), why would he like me? But this is a conversation for another time.

This was sort of fun, maybe I’ll do this again tomorrow,

Bye bye Diary :)

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