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quokkas-leebit · 2 years ago

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my heart did all the stunts i physically never could

Ratchet - Jay Park

Pairing: Enhypen Jay x fem!reader

Genre: Enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, suggestiveness

Warnings: blood, abuse, rival enemies

Word count: 6.7k

Synopsis: Y/n a highschool girl who grew up in and enjoys her parents garage, is met with an abused rich popular boy, Jay, who's made her life a living hell, what happens when the two of them discover that their rivalry had something else behind it and they aren't as mad about as they thought?

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Dirty concrete flooring and the smell of oil filled your nostrils the moment you stepped into your family's car garage. A few older run-down cars sat in the back of the workshop, their only use being that for spare parts and scrap metal. The sound of a compressor releasing air and a blow torch firing up drew your attention to where there might be people. Hauling your backpack back onto your shoulder into a better position reminded you why you were in here.

"Dad?" you called. When there was no response, you had to step off the two steps up into the retail portion of the building and down on to the garage floor. With an experienced step in moving your way around cars and over them, you made your way to where the people were. "Dad?" you called again.

"He's working on the Mercades, Kiddo!" answered one of the mechanics, more specifically the one controlling the air compressor.

With the new information, you left the garage and went back to the garage specifically for cars owned by the rich. It wasn't as hard to find and maneuver yourself around this garage considering your dad only worked on a handful of expensively owned cars. And just like you were told, your dad was in there, standing under the raised car, working on the steering wheel system.

"Dad!" you called to him. He fixed his attention from the pipes he was working on over to you.

A smile lit up his lips at the sight of you, "Hey, there's my girl!"

"Dad," you said, coming up next to him. "Have you seen the keys to my car? I'm running late for school and the last place I remember putting them was on the counter in the back storage room."

"Oh, you won't be needing those keys anymore."

"What do you mean?" you gave him an inquisitive look to match his pointed one. After a few more seconds, you understood what he was getting at. Excitement rushed through you as you bounded over for the other side of the garage to look at the car you'd been working on since you were little. The 1970s Cadillac convertible sat all cleaned up and glittering under the rising sun with its fresh vanilla cream-colored paint.

"You should take it to school this morning. After all it's the first day back after break." your dad held out the keys for you to take. Laughter erupted from his chest as you wrapped your arms around his neck and jumped into his embrace. He held you against him tightly and spun you around once. Once he realized the hug had lasted a little too long and he was keeping you from school, he set you down and handed you the keys.

"Thank you," you sighed out against him in one final hug. He warned you to not get dirty right before school, but you didn't care in the slightest.

The roaring sound of the engine purred underneath you as you glided your palms over the soft leather of the steering wheel, getting a feel of her for the first time running alive. Another rush of excitement pulsed through you before you backed her out of the garage and with one last wave to your dad, drove to school with ten minutes left to spare.

Once you were at school, dread filled you. The sight of your arch nemesis parked in your usual spot did not sit well with you considering you paid for that parking spot for the year. Due to the time, you had to pull into a non-paid parking spot and settle for that until after school. You did not miss the surprise on his face at your new ride and the words he shared with his friends, who for once seemed to be interested in what he had to say regarding you.

"Jay Park!"

"Well, well," he drew out his words when you walked up. The sight of your arms crossed and a scowl on your face lit a spark inside him. It gave him a buzz for his next words, "If it isn't the infamous car thief."

You dismissed his lame roast and looked behind you at his car. "Your sorry excuse for a ride is in my paid parking spot."

"Sorry excuse?" he repeated, faking shocked offense. His gray colored Bugatti was not under your belt of favored cars considering you didn't like the style of them, and they looked like a rich person who squanders those around them. "I don't remember asking for your unprofessional opinion."

"I will have it towed." you threatened seriously, hearing the bell in the distance ring. Great, now you were going to be written up for a tardy. Jay laughed harshly, glancing back at the popular kids of his group as if to say he didn't believe you one bit.

"I dare you," he challenged. He took slow steps until he was in front of you, leaning down to your height to belittle you even further. The sour feeling in your stomach didn't go unnoticed by you as he glared down at you, "If you tow my car, I will personally make your life a living hell. So, I dare you. Go ahead and tow my car, or even better, why don't you tow it yourself."

The hushed o's came flooding from behind him as a proud smirk lit up his face.

A little backstory on your relationship with Jay Park. Back when you were a freshman, you met Jay in a math class. He was very shy and closed off then which is why you were drawn to him in the first place. Maybe you would've gotten close if the two of you weren't so shy at that age.

Differences and insecurities pushed him away from you right as you started to peek from your shell. When he hit puberty and became known as one of the boys at school with the most stunning visuals, he was snatched by the popular group. They fed him lies about everyone around him, including you. He became mean after only being with them for one semester. His behavior worsened when you started to care about how you looked and began to look beautiful. All the boys drooled over you, including himself, but you didn't let that fly.

One day during that year, he cornered you in the hallway to ask you out. He remembers the scoff you gave him and the roll of your eyes.

"Are you serious?" you deadpanned not believing the situation you were in.

Jay, trying his best to convince you, placed his forearm on the wall, trapping you slightly under his gaze and body. Your breath hitched softly not because your heart was throbbing for him, but because you were uncomfortable in this position. The strong scent of his cologne filled your senses. For every other female in your school, it would cloud their head and dull their senses while their brains tried to register that the Jay Park was standing in front of them, wanting them. For you, it woke you up and sharpened your senses, pushing you away from his unwanted attention.

"Say yes," he practically begged. Suddenly, he was looking at you as if he was a different person trapped inside the monster popularity made him into. Eyes gentle and patient. Maybe his old self was still in there and being snuffed out by those around him. Your heart almost said yes but that was right before you remembered what he said to you this morning on a note you found on your desk.

As soon as you placed your hand on his chest and pushed him off of you, Jay knew he'd lost. To level your calm, you took a deep breath. You almost didn't say anything, opting to leave him standing in the hallway alone. But those eyes...

"Jay," you looked at him, seeing his eyes harden ever so slightly. "You can't compare me to a junkyard in the morning and tell me I'm the most beautiful creature you've ever laid eyes on in the afternoon. That's not how this works. So just drop it."

In desperation, he grabbed your wrist to stop you from walking away. Jay overestimated you as you yanked your hand free of his grip the next second.

You were now staring daggers into him, "Leave me alone, Jay."

Now he stood in front of you with hatred in his heart for wounding his pride and confidence from so long ago and also due to the lies he's been fed. What Jay seemed to forget about you was how you were determined to make things right if they were wrong. So, when he came out of school once the day was over and found that his car was gone, a rage he's never felt overcame him.

"Well," Jake, one of Jay's better friends, began awkwardly, reaching up to rub the back of his neck. "She's bold, I'll give her that."

"Shut up," Jay grumbled darkly, looking around the parking lot to see if he could spot you. When he realized your car was gone, he knew he just missed you. His insides turned over at the thought of having to go get his car back. To most it wasn't that big of a deal, but Jay would have to deal with domestic consequences. More than anything, that terrified him. He didn't even know where his car had been towed.

"Hey," Sunghoon, another good friend, called out from his Bronco. Jay looked over at him to see him holding up a note. With a quick step, Sunghoon was in front of Jay with the note in his own hands.

I towed it myself.

"She actually towed it?" Heeseung, the last friend, asked, referring to the note in Sunghoon's hand. The boys waited for Jay to answer but got no response as he simply crumpled the note and threw it on the ground. Sunghoon, Heeseung, and Jake watched him get in the passenger side of Sunghoon's Bronco and slam the door shut.

"I guess we'll see you later." Sunghoon said to Heeseung and Jake who nodded a goodbye before making their way over to Jake's car. Sunghoon wordlessly got into the driver's side and put his seatbelt on. When he looked over at Jay, the boy was staring down at his phone with anger radiating off of him. "Why do you do it?"

"Do what?" Jay snapped; eyes glued to his phone as he brainlessly scrolled through his socials.

"Build yourself up in an ugly way in front of her and be little her? Obviously, she's not afraid to challenge you. If you have an issue with her just talk to her about it."

"Oh whatever," Jay grunted. He turned his phone off and buckled himself into the seat. "She's just stepping up her game."

Sunghoon stared at him blankly. Silence passed for about thirty seconds before Jay looked at Sunghoon once more. He raised his eyebrows silently asking him why he was just staring at him. Sunghoon shook his head at the boy and turned on the car.

"So where did she tow it?"

Jay shifted uncomfortably. "Her parent's garage."

Later that evening, you were settled up on changing car brakes. The garage was getting ready to close and those who worked during the day had gone home. It was just you and your dad that stayed behind to work on a few extra things during the last few hours of opening. Sometimes even after the sun had disappeared behind the horizon, you stayed into the late hours of the night, working on older cars for fun. Most kids your age would be out partying or watching movies into late hours of the night, but you liked to keep busy in the silence of the garage.

Though today, you weren't here because you wanted to be. You were waiting to see if Jay would show up. If he didn't show up to get his car you knew his parents would find out and there would be serious consequences. You knew something happened at home, something bad. Some days he would show up to school with bruises and scratches on his face.

You didn't care if he chose the consequences. If he wanted to act all high and mighty while walking on you then he could it.

A soft ring from the bell in the store caught your ear. The sound of your dad's voice greeted whoever had walked in and laughter was shared. You recognized the laugh belonging to Jake, Jay's friend. You stopped twisting your C wrench that was clamped down on the caliper, which had expanded slowly as the brake pad became thinner through use, to push the brake fluid back through the pipes and listened. When you heard footsteps coming to the back and into the garage, you ducked back down and went back to what you had been doing.

"Just right over here," you heard your dad say. It prompted you to peek in their direction knowing Jake was here but not knowing if Jay was with him. His eyes were boring holes into you the instant you caught his eyes. Since your dad didn't know about your relationship with Jay, he walked the two boys through the garage and over to where Jay's car was parked.

"Thank you," Jake said kindly, handing the keys to Jay who took them. Anyone who didn't know Jay would not have seen the aggression when he took the keys from Jake, but you most certainly did. It made you chuckle inside and your heart spark with a flame.

"Let me know if there's anything else we can do for you." your dad smiled, walking Jay over the raised garage door and out into the parking lot after Jay drove his car out. Jake responded kindly and got into his own car to follow Jay out and back where they came from. A throat clearing made you look up. Your dad was peering down at you. "I almost asked to take a ride in his Bugatti."

You only smiled at him as he walked back into the store to help someone else who came in while he was otherwise occupied.

The next morning in your very first class, you saw it. The darkening bruise on the right side of his jaw accompanied by a wound on the outer edge of his lip. Nothing else was wounded on Jay's face, however that didn't mean that underneath his leather jacket there weren't more wounds. When he sat down carefully with calculated moves you knew immediately that he was injured.

A small voice deep inside you scoffed and the devil angel on your shoulder said slyly, "Serves him right." but the angel on your other shoulder felt a little guilty. Guilty for the surprise waiting in his locker.

You knew when it happened too. Practically the entire student body was standing in the hallway when it happened. Gasps followed by different levels of laughter broke out in the hallway after witnessing Jay's front get splattered with oil. The shock on his face made another spark ignite in you. Sure, the act was childish, but if Jay wanted to act like a middle school bully, then so be it.

Two for you. One for Jay.

"Woah!" Jake cried when the oil sprayed out, receiving a small amount of the oil on him as well. Jake's eyes scanned the oil from under Jay's jaw, down his front, and on the floor. Jay glanced around at the students walking by as embarrassment flooding his body. Then his eyes locked on you and the towel in your hand. He caught it when you threw it at him.

"You have a little something on you," you said, walking by him with a smirk on your face.

Rage filled him and he snatched you by your bicep and dragged you through the sea of students down the hall and into the boy's bathroom where he slammed you up against the wall just inside the door. For someone who'd just been beaten the night previous, he seemed to still have his strength. You couldn't tell if his clenched jaw was to bite back a groan of pain or to show how mad he was.

"You've got a lot of nerve," his voice was laced with poison to match his death grip on your shoulders. His eyes almost looked like they were glowing red adorned with his furrowed eyebrows. It scared you slightly since he's never been this rough with you before. Despite his feelings never changing on how beautiful you were to him, your attitude sure made up for it.

"Don't act like you didn't see this coming," you fired back with a bite to your words. "I'm not going to let you walk all over me as if I'm dust!"

Jay pulled you back and slammed you against the wall again, "You don't get to humiliate me!"

"That hurts!" you screamed in his face.

"Good!" he screamed back. Raging anger made you snake your arms between the two of you and shove his arms outward to rid his hold on you. Once his hold on you was gone you shoved him back as hard as you could, watching him hit the wall behind him with a groan.

"What did I ever do to you? Are you still butt hurt over the fact that I rejected you? Maybe we should go over why you target me for absolutely no reason!"

"Absolutely no reason? Everyone was right about you!" Jay barked out getting up in your face. He was changing the subject, so he didn't break in front of you. What if you found out he still wanted you? You'd never let him live for it. "You're a piece of trash, Y/n!"

Lies.

Your heart was beating so rapidly that you felt your blood pressure rising at a dangerous pace. Jay saw the fire in your eyes and was provoked by it even more. You jabbed a finger into his chest hard, "No, you are the trash, Jay! I was wrong to think you were an innocent kid! No, your true self is an angry monster who bullies people to make him feel better about himself and his miserable life. You belittle me because that's all you feel at home!"

Now you were pressed up against the wall again, this time with his nails digging into your skin. His voice was so low, you stopped talking, "Don't. You. Dare. Talk about what my life is like at home. You know nothing. Your little stunt yesterday gave me a trip to hell, and you think you have the unmitigated gall to act as if you know my life?"

"Jay, let go," you told him, afraid of what he might do. Since you've never seen Jay this angry and had no way of knowing how unpredictable he could be when raging like this, it was best for the two of you to step back.

His eyes were clouded over and his grip tightened slightly. Jagged breaths escaped him while you waited for him to calm down. In seconds, his eyes unclouded and he looked down at his nails digging into your arms.

Instantly he released you, not meeting your eyes. "Sorry."

"Look," you sighed out, rubbing the area he irritated with his nails to soothe the skin. "It's not fair that you've made your own impression of me based off of what other people have told you. I have never done anything to you. Have I ever given you a good reason to hate me?"

Jay kept his gaze to the floor.

"Have I ever?" you repeated. Jay shook his head after a moment. You never lied to him about who you were and how you acted. Not once.

Another sigh escaped you. You gathered your forgotten bag on the floor a ways from you and peeked over your shoulder at him to see he was still staring at the floor with a blank face, the oil on his clothes now stained. Without another word, you opened the door into an empty hall and left him there with his thoughts.

As the weeks carried on, Jay hadn't bothered you since your encounter in the bathroom. He even stopped some of his other friends from throwing snarky comments at you. Not to get on your good side but because he realized how wrong he was treating you. And more so the realization he had in himself when he attacked you with blind anger like his dad often did to him. That was the last thing he wanted. He still hated you, just silently.

One day when you were walking across the athletic field to get to the parking lot from your last class, you noticed a group off in one of the corners. As you grew closer you recognized some of them. Heeseung, and Jake were among the group, and they had noticed you before anyone else.

"Hey," one of the other boys spoke. "Isn't that the loser Jay hates?"

They were startled when you stopped and turned to them. Heeseung and Jake spared each other glances, knowing your spunk. They saw it coming before anyone else did. Everyone was even more startled when you changed your course and started to walk over to them. They watched you walk all the way over, crossing your arms over your chest with eyebrows raised.

"What did you call me?" you said as if you were daring them to say it again. They shared surprised looks, wondering just exactly who you were to be challenging them. Nobody at school dared to have an attitude or speak to them without being spoke to.

"Does that hurt your feelings?" one of them challenge with a sappy mocking whine. The sound of him made you scoff. Then you dropped your bag down to the bright green grass of the football field. Heeseung and Jake watched with more surprised and horror, not wanting to see where this went. Certain popular kids weren't to be messed with. Everyone knew that. You did too, but you weren't afraid even if they could hurt you.

"How bout I hurt your face," you snapped back, shoving him out of your face. One thing your dad taught you was to not take anyone's crap. Especially if they were treating you less than you deserved.

"You asked for it," he scoffed, raising a hand to beat you over the face, but before you could stop him someone appeared in front of you catching the other boy's hand. Jay.

Jay was merely inches away from you with his back to you. He was only staring at your attacker blocking them from hurting you. It's as if he was challenging him to take another hit. After so many years, he finally saw how wrong they were treating everyone, and he was done being a puppet. Jake and Heeseung stepped forward a bit, shaking their head at Jay to walk away.

"Go," Jay looked back at you. When you didn't move, he repeated it more firmly, "Y/n, go!"

His tone has your feet moving before your head realizes what's happening. You expected to defend yourself and get them to stop talking about you, that's why you walked over there in the first place. They didn't know of the wrench in your backpack. But when Jay stepped in, you did not expect him to defend you. It's like he knew something you didn't and stepped in before things got bad. You almost wanted to wait and make sure he was okay, but you decided against it and got in your car to drive to the garage.

The thoughts of the afternoon carried with you while you were working and into the late night. You were under your third car, cleaning some pipes when the thoughts came back into your head. A sigh left you as you dropped your arms to allow the thoughts to flow. You'd been fighting them for a while, trying to not feed into them.

"It's not like I can text him," you said to yourself aloud. "That'd be weird."

After a few more minutes of thinking you went back to scrubbing the pipes. Normally you wouldn't be doing this, but it was on somebody's expensive car, and they wanted it in top condition when they came to pick it up in the morning. The garage was empty at this hour leading very late into the night. All you wanted to do was go home and sleep. Not wiping pipes that should be dirty. It's a car for crying out loud.

Just as you lowered your arms for the fifth time, the sound of something banging rapidly on one of the garage doors scared you to your core. With a fast pace you rolled out from under the vehicle and stared at the garage doors, terrified. Thinking it was someone just trying to get late business, you ignored it still paralyzed in place.

Bang, bang, bang!

Maybe it was your dad. Cautiously, you got up and went over to the door that was shaking and grabbed the hook at the bottom of the door to pull it up. You pulled it up until you felt it get too tall for your extended arm, revealing the person on the other side.

You gasped, "Oh my–"

Jay held his finger up to his lips to silence you, pushing you inside the garage and pulling the door back down to hide the both of you. He was bleeding on his forehead near his hairline, his nose, cheek, and out of his ears. His body was tense as his muscles spasmed to take pressure off injured areas.

"Jay–"

"Do you have a first aid kit?" he brokenly asked cutting you off again. His eyes were asking you desperately. Without a word you dashed off to grab the first aid kit from the back of the store. When you came back Jay was leaning against the wall on his left shoulder trying to stay up right.

"Come here," you said to him. He let you guide him over to one of the cars. He shook his head when you asked him to sit on the hood. "Sit."

"No," Jay declined, grunting at the pain. "My back hurts too much."

With a defeated sigh, you hopped up on the hood of the car to give you some height. Jay leaned against the car to keep him up right while you got to work on cleaning the blood up under his ears. He turned to the side to let you get the blood running down his neck. He was fighting hard to stay upright.

"Are you going to tell me what happened?" your tone was gentle, not pushing him to say anything. Jay only stayed quiet. He looked into your eyes when you gently placed a hand on his jaw to turn him back to face you. Only when you started working on his left eyebrow did you return the eye contact.

"I didn't know where else to go," he murmured. You faltered slightly in dabbing his eyebrow. It strangely made you feel warm inside that he thought to come to you. No matter how warm it felt, you shouldn't be feeling it with your arch nemesis.

"Close your eyes."

He listened, shutting his eyes so you could clean up underneath his other eyebrow. With his eyes closed, he felt you dab and smooth over creams and ointments. He felt your legs caging his hips, the feeling of your outer thighs against his wrists as he propped himself upright with the help of the car. The feeling of a caring light touch brought tears to his eyes. He cursed himself internally when a tear slipped out from underneath his closed eye. It didn't go unnoticed, but you didn't say anything.

Jay opened his eyes at your request when you were finished, another tear falling, (which he caught this time) and watched as you were prepping more cotton. Next you mended his knuckles which you assumed were injured because he fought back against his attacker.

"I'm sorry for bothering you," Jay said suddenly. The words came out soft, his eyes staring down at your lap. His sudden apology had you confused and warmed you up even more. Why was this happening? Why were you feeling this way over the boy who'd made your life a living hell for the last three years. More importantly, why were you helping him?

You heaved a sigh, "I'll be honest, I'm confused as to what you're getting at here."

Jay pulled his hands away from you and straightened up. HIs body was back to being close off and his eyes were cold. That's when you regretted your words.

"Truth be told, I'm not getting at anything." Jay replied bluntly. Now he remembered why you got on his nerves so much. Why did he defend you on the field in the first place? The two of you weren't meant to live peacefully alongside each other. But somewhere deep inside him, did he truly want that? Is that why he came to you during his vulnerable state?

When he wouldn't give you his hands to continue your cleaning, you dropped your arms into your lap and stared at him. Jay was different from any person you knew, and that's what drove you crazy. You thought he was a shy innocent kid like you, but he wasn't. What drove you even crazier was despite him being different you couldn't figure him out. All you knew was when to spot his good mood and bad mood. When to strike and when to lay back.

"I shouldn't have come here," he said more to himself. Instantly, you snatched his wrist to stop him from leaving.

"Jay, stop," you pleaded, apologetically loosening your grip on his arm after he grunted in pain. "That's not what I meant."

"Then what did you mean?"

"I don't know. I guess I'm just surprised is all. I mean, you did defend me today from being hit, and now you're here with me, alone, in this garage, letting me bandage up your wounds. It's a little shocking coming from you," a sigh heaved from his chest as he looked down, not wanting to look at you. "I'm just not used to the feeling of you caring. I'm not used to the feeling inside my chest that's the exact opposite of hatred."

"So, you do or do not hate me?" Jay was still looking down. Inside you wanted to scream and rip your hair out at his stubbornness. He really did get under your skin. How could he be likeable and dislikeable all at once? It was a great talent of his.

"Not currently," came your reply. Now he was looking at you, and the look he was giving you was making your legs shake and your heart squeeze. Your stomach did a flip as his hands came up to cup right under your jawline before he pressed his lips against yours in a short peck. Now your heart was beating at the speed of light.

"How about now?" he whispered, pulling back ever so slightly to look into your eyes. It's as if your body had a mind of its own as you leaned up and pecked his lips, wanting to feel that feeling again. The feeling of your heart jumping to your throat and your skin lighting ablaze. The second you pulled back; his lips were on yours again. He didn't care about the pain in his lips or back, screaming at him to halt. All he cared about was you against him and the euphoria it brought him.

Neither of you remembered the horrible words you'd said to each other or the actions and humiliation you both suffered at the hands of each other. All you could think about was how good it felt. How good his lips felt against yours, how good the feeling of his hands on your body made you feel, how he was lighting your body on fire. And Jay could say the same. Your hands in his hair with your legs wrapped around his hips so you could press your front into his, desperately trying to get closer, to feel the burn.

His lips pulled off of yours, instead tracing down your neck and front, leaning you back so he could kiss your collarbones tenderly, slowly, dragging out the moment a bit longer. Once he was finished at your collarbones, he came back up to your lips and kissed you, hard. Soaking into your lips like it was his new addiction, his want, his need. When you needed air, you pulled back, letting him trail back down your neck. Unconsciously, your body rose up higher with every kiss, wanting him to be close, wanting to give him all of you.

"Jay," you whispered into his ear with your hands still in his hair. He hummed deeply against your throat, peppering light kisses on your skin before he pulled back, giving you his full attention, "You're hurt, let's not take it too far."

His heart didn't want to, but his head nodded, untangling himself from your hold. Still in a haze, you leaned up again and pecked his lips to give him some assurance. When he pulled away and stepped back a few paces with a smile on his face, you knew. He still had feelings for you, even after you rejected him. Now what were you going to say? You made out with him quite heatedly making you wonder just how long you had liked him back.

"Now that we've broken ties," Jay began to say with a smirk on his face. His arms wrapped around your waist as he endearingly looked into your eyes. They flashed with vulnerability with his next words, "Will you work on my back?"

A small smile was all he gave you as he turned around and took off his leather jacket. Deep dark blood stains in the shapes of slashes covered his back. Fear overcame you at the sight. Who had done this? This wasn't the Victorian Age.

Slowly, you helped him out of his bloodied shirt and instead, went to go grab some chairs from the office. He needed to sit down while you attempted to clean these wounds. Jay sat with his back facing you, and you had to be honest, you were scared. Scared to hurt him, scared for him, scared he'd been in more danger even after you bandaged the wounds. Through your touches he could feel that you were more apprehensive.

"I was surprised with how creative they got," Jay mumbled while you worked. You listened intently, wanting to know how he came to be in this state. "I didn't even know you could get a flogging whip so easily. I would have had less slashes, but I couldn't let them hurt Heeseung and Jake."

Jay still remembers his friends shouts and cries. Their voices breaking as they screamed his name, screaming for him to fight back and yelling to be released to help him. Especially from Heeseung who put up a good fight to try and save Jay.

"So you took all of the beatings for them?" your voice was barely above a whisper. Jay's body rose and fell gently with every breath and his skin reacted to each touch you gave him.

"And you."

His words made you stop altogether. Jay glanced behind his left shoulder to see why you had stopped. When he saw that you paused halfway into applying some ointment, he turned back and stared at the floor. Maybe he shouldn't have said that. After all this moment for the two of you was proving to be overwhelming already. He wondered if you liked him like he did you. Jay only realized he still liked you a lot after the bathroom incident.

Instead of chewing him out for being selfless enough to take away others pain, you laid a small kiss to his left shoulder, "Thank you, Jay."

After about two more hours, Jay left to go home. The two of you parted with one more long kiss and a smile. You hoped to see him in the morning for school, but deep down you worried that things would be different. After all, no one else had just witness the change in your relationship.

The next morning, Jay only popped into school to pick up his work for the week. Because he was attacked, he chose to visit the doctor the next morning and was put on bed rest while he healed. Heeseung accompanied him to help carry everything.

"Y/n!" Jay called your name from down the hall. Glances went to you, wondering what he had up his sleeve to tick you off today. Little did they know. They were beyond shocked but not from the usual banter.

You returned the kiss he planted on your lips before continuing to shuffle through your locker. Things were changing for the two of you. There had been no reason to think otherwise. Even Heeseung was slightly surprised. Though he already listened to everything from Jay. Every ounce of lovesickness radiating from his friend. It's still shocked him though.

"Hi," you smiled, closing your locker and leaning against it. He smiled back at you, placing his hands on your waist. His heart flipped when your hands came up to rest on his neck, still mindful of his wounds. He would never get over the fact that you would let him hold you now. "Are you feeling better?"

"I am now after seeing your smile," he mumbled lowly. His lips came down to caress yours softly shocking everyone even more. This would be the talk for years to come. Two rival enemies turned to lovers overnight. The sheer thought of it was astounding to everyone. Though maybe they loved each other longer than they thought.

"Be mine," he said against your lips. Heeseung awkwardly moved away, turned around to look elsewhere. He could feel his cheeks burning. Okay so maybe he was having a hard time accepting the change, he was still happy for Jay.

"Are you asking me out?" you inquired, quirking and eyebrow at him. Jay only slipped his arms around your waist and pulled you against him, his smile still plastered on his face. It's exactly what he was asking.

"Say yes," he repeated his words from so long ago. This time your answer was different from before, and you liked it much better. Jay was like a wrench. Twisting, turning, and screwing your heart around in circles. Hopefully he'd keep it tight this time and not let go of you.

"No," you said, shocking him. When he realized you were teasing him, he squeezed your waist harder and pressed his lips into a line with his eyebrows furrowing. The reaction made you laugh, blessing Jay's ears with the sound. "Jay, you don't even have to ask."

"OKAY!" Heeseung cried out with desperation seconds after Jay kissed you deeply as if to say thank you for giving him a chance. "We get it! You're together! For the love of my sanity, tone down the PDA! I'm practically going into shock."

All he got in return was a binder thrown at him.

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