#Grease AU

[savzo]

Good ol Grease Au with Hunter in Sandys iconic outfit

[rqsser]

GREASE AU - CLEGAN

“Bucky has always been independent. He finds comfort in someone for maybe three hours at most in one night, but then he’s gone like nothing ever happened. Oftentimes, he walks the shoreline down at the beach to find peace. But now, he’s found himself at ease in the presence of someone, he can’t seem to get him off of his mind…”

[lettersfromaphrodite]

[23.02]

― pairing : Felix x fem! reader ― content warnings : fluff, smut, friends to lovers, grease! au - therefore it's the 50's, Felix gets into fights, thigh riding, oral sex (m receiving) , unprotected sex (wrap it up y’all) ― word count : 4.169

― notes : this fic looks familiar?it is! I’m reposting ALL my works on this brand new blog and therefore please, bear with me! as always, askbox is always open and feedbacks are always welcome 💌

🕺 GREASE! STRAY KIDS SERIES

Chris part one | part two // Changbin // Jisung // Hyunjin // Seungmin // Minho // Felix // Jeongin

The loud ringing of your landline suddenly broke the peaceful silence of the quiet night, startling you and almost making you fall off the bed.

Rubbing your eyes in the desperate attempt to rub the drowsiness away as well, you turned on the light on your nightstand and, with sheepish steps, you walked towards the small wooden table supporting your house phone in the hallways.

“It’s 2am. Who could even call at this hour?” you thought as you absently glanced at the clock, the feeling of worry making its way in the back of your mind, due to your parents being away for the weekend. Could it be something happened to them?

«Hello?» you asked, fighting back a sudden yawn.

«Hey, buttercup.» a deep, strained voice with a thick australian accent greeted you.

«Felix?!» you whisper-yelled in shock, aware that, despite the surprise, you had to keep your voice down. You heard him quietly chuckle from the other line. «Lix, what happened?»

«Yeah, about that-» he suddenly interrupted his sentence with a groan, making you worry. «Could you come and pick me up?»

«Where are you?» you urged, ready to run back into your room, wear the first thing you find and run to him.

«I’m calling from the telephone booth, the one in front of the skateboard park.»

«I’ll be there as soon as possible, don’t move.» you quickly answered. «Felix, I’m serious.» you heard him chuckle again, and you ran back into your room, wearing a pair of jeans as you strode out of your house, grabbing your car keys along the way and not bothering to change your pyjamas shirt, but simply settled for wearing a jacket over it.

It was a spring night and the rain just stopped; no one would have been around to judge your fashion sense at 2am, anyways.

You drove through the empty streets as if you were being chased, reaching the position Felix told you over the phone in less than ten minutes, parking on the other side of the road from the telephone booth, and running towards the figure crouching down on the sidewalk with his head in his hands.

«Felix? Please don’t be dead-» you mumbled, kneeling in front of him and delicately wrapping your hand around his wrists. You saw Felix’s shoulder quietly shake in a small laugh.

«Relax, buttercup. I have a headache.» he raised his face to meet your gaze, and your eyes shifted in horror from his busted lip to the blood on his forehead.

«Again?!» you asked, a mixture of being annoyed and being worried transpared from your voice. Felix shrugged in response, and you simply shook your head in disbelief. You knew about your best friend’s stupid habit of getting into fights just for money, and you never approved it. However, you would still be the one to treat his wounds and scold him anytime he got hurt. «Let’s go home, you’re still bleeding.» you mumbled, reaching out to gently hold his chin, your eyes fixed on the blood escaping his lower lip. You helped Felix get up from the sidewalk, ignoring the hiss of pain that escaped his lips as you helped him draping his arm around your shoulders in order to support his weight. Judging from how he clinged himself to your frame, you quickly deduced that he would not have been able to walk to the car by himself.

You were both silent during the drive back; the radio was off, and you would furrow your eyes in concern anytime Felix hissed in pain at any bump the car made due to the uneven road, making you worry that he didn’t get out of the fight with just a busted lip and a scratch on his forehead.

«Thank you, buttercup.» his deep voice broke your uncomfortable silence.

«Felix, I’ve told you countless times that I’ll never support this stupid thing, it’s dangerous, too dangerous.» You sighed heavily, reaching out to hold the hand Felix kept on his thigh, ignoring the rough feeling of the dried blood on his knuckles pressing against the palm of your hand. «But I’m still your best friend, and you’re still an idiot.»

«Patch me up nice and pretty then, buttercup. » Felix reversed the position of your hands, so that it was him that now was tightly holding yours. «There’s another fight in four days.»

«I hope you’re fucking kidding me.» you scoffed, your grip on the steering wheel tightening until your knuckles grew white.

«Christopher.» you whispered, appearing out of nowhere in the small space between Chris and his locker, slightly startling the blonde boy. «I need your help.»

Chris sighed, «If it’s about Felix, I’ve placed all my hope and faith in you since long ago.» he briefly answered with a polite smile, before motioning you to move so that he could close his locker. With a dejected groan, you complied, your arms loose on your sides as you muttered unintelligible phrases.

«He doesn’t listen to me!» you complained, «I’m worried he’s gonna end up hurt. Badly hurt.»

«I have the perfect answer for you, doll: sex.» Chris winked at you, before you both greeted Changbin, which just joined the two of you.

«What are you talking about, Chris?! Felix is my best friend!» you whined, a furious blush spreading on your cheeks.

«Oh, I already know what we’re talking about.» Changbin acknowledged with a brief nod, making Chris chuckle in return. «Well, he’s right: you both sort out your feelings, no more fights, and everyone’s happy.» Changbin shrugged, before snaking his right hand in the pocket of his leather jacket.

«We grew up-»

«Together!» both boys cut your sentence off, finishing it for you in a mocking tone.

«Yeah, we know.» Chris sighed, playfully ruffling your hair. «Please, do something about it, tho. It’s sad to see the longing stares hidden behind you friendzone.»

«It’s not sad, it’s outrageous.» Changbin immediately chimed in, before the bell rang loudly, echoing in the almost empty hallways, urging you towards your next class.

Needless to say, you didn’t listen to your friends’ advice. The mere thought of imagining yourself and Felix in such an intimate act was enough to make you blush in embarrassment and make your heart beat faster. You and Felix met in kindergarten, and have been inseparable since then, spending basically everyday together. You were sure that if you closed your eyes, you could mentally recall and count all the freckles on Felix’s pretty face, due to all the time you had seen him up close or all the times you woke up next to each other.

During the years, you would also spend so much time at each other’s house that your parents considered Felix as part of the family and so did his parents with you.

Falling asleep in each other’s embrace, the lingering touches, all the hugs you shared, the nights spent being awake and talking about anything and everything while lying on the bed so close that your noses almost touched, Felix placing his chin on your shoulder as he embraced you from behind, you running to pick him up anytime he called just to patch him back up, ignoring your heart hammering its way out of his chest due to how worried you were - because of this stupid thing he got into, and Felix staring at you wordlessly, before kissing you on the forehead in a silent way to thank you… They were all friendly gestures, befriends do that all the time. Don’t they?

So, why did you feel so warm anytime you thought about Felix?

«I honestly can’t believe your timing,» you muttered, helping Felix walk in your living room as he was once again almost completely leaning on you. «You get hurt like this anytime my parents aren’t home.» You closed your front door by slamming it with your foot, as you turned on the lights and dropped your car keys on the small coffee table in the hallways, helping a whimpering Felix walk towards the living room.

Felix’s low chuckle came directly against your skin, since you were now helping him sitting on the couch. You shivered immediately, as you felt his soft breath on your bare collarbone, your mind picturing for a second how would it feel in another context.

«It’s my innovative way of flirting with you, buttercup.» he mumbled, briefly looking at you before leaning his head back. You blinked once, twice at him, wondering if he was joking. Your eyes slowly travelled on his firm body: Felix was now sitting on your couch with his head thrown back and his legs spreaded.

For a second, you wondered how would it feel to sit on his lap and kiss him until both your lips were swollen; you also wondered if Felix would be the kind of boy that tightly held your thighs rather than your ass while you were on top of him but, as quickly as these thoughts intruded in your brain, you forced them out by shaking your head. You made your way to the bathroom to get some towels and the first aid kit with hurried steps, hoping that your blush would disappear as soon as you would be back in the living room, and your heartbeat returned back to normal. “What was I even thinking?”

«Will you ever stop?» you whispered, ignoring Felix’s hiss of pain as the fluffy cotton ball drenched with disinfectant repeatedly brushed against his bloody knuckles. You were sitting on the coffee table in front of the couch – basically, between his spreaded legs.

Felix raised his head to glance at you, before throwing it back. «You know I’m not going to.» At his words, you pressed against his knuckles a little bit harder, and Felix’s breath hitched, before letting out a strained groan. «That stings!»

«Isn’t it a little late to think about that?» you scoffed, throwing the now bloody cotton ball in the small bin you carried along as you came back from the bathroom. «I really can’t understand you…» you mumbled, starting to envelope his knuckles with a white bandage.

«You keep being so reckless, and keep ignoring I get so incredibly worried for you every time.»

«Buttercup, nothing’s gonna happen.» Felix mumbled back with his deep strained voice, not bothering to lift up his head, since he was used to your continuous scoldings.

«Lix, be serious. What if something actually happens? What am I supposed to do?» with your eyes focused on the bandage, you didn’t notice Felix was now looking at you with a sad, affectionate smile on his lips. «Not everyone is honest like you. One day your opponent could show up with a brass knuckles and-»

«You’re not gonna lose me, silly.» he reached out with the other hand, to playfully flick at your forehead. «If I keep winning, I can keep taking you to cool places.» You knew Felix did not expect you would met his gaze with teary eyes; Felix sighed at the sight, throwing his head back and staring at the ceiling. «Okay, I’ll stop.» he mumbled, few moments later.

«Pinky promise?» you immediately said with a small voice, raising your pinky finger in mid-air. Felix let out a breathless laugh, before nodding and intertwining the pinky finger of his now bandaged hand with yours.

«Felix, I can’t treat your lip if you keep your head thrown back like that.» you whined, reaching out with your arm as far as you could to prove your point.

«Come sit on my lap, then.» Felix whisper reached your ears in a more sinful manner than he might have meant, and you froze on the spot. His voice was so deep it was almost illegal, and it definitely had no reason to affect you as it did. You realized you looked ridiculous as Felix met your gaze once again, but he simply scoffed, hiding his smile and adverting his gaze. «Please,» he added. «My side hurts if I’m not in this position.»

«Your side?!» you repeated, confused, as your hand lowered towards the hem of his white shirt with the intention of lifting it up, before he blocked your wrist in his tight grip.

«I’ll show you later, it’s nothing to worry about.» Felix raised his brow, and you fell silent, debating whether it would have been convenient to actually sit on your best friend’s lap since you were wearing a dress and you just had to use all your strength to prevent your brain from having an erotic fantasy about him less than an hour ago.

Felix mumbling a quiet «Come on.» was all you needed to break all your resolve and the resistance you might have made. Standing up and climbing on the couch, you carefully repositioned yourself on his lap, hovering on his crotch by levering yourself on your knees, careful not to press against his left side – no matter how much you asked, he only told you he got hurt on his left side but nothing more.

«Why are you suddenly so shy around me?» Felix lower lip brushed against your fingers, as you were about to press the cotton drenched with disinfectant against the bruise on his lower lip.

«I’m not shy.» you quickly brushed off, «I’m just worried.» You noticed Felix’s hands had quietly snaked around your waist only in the moment when he harshly pulled you downwards, making you fully sit on his crotch; you whimpered due to the unexpected rough gesture, and Felix’s low groan made you froze up once again.

“Don’t get horny imagining him moaning don’t get horny im-”

«This is what I meant, buttercup.» Felix’s voice was now at least an octave deeper, sending shivers on your spine; his hands travelled over your bare thighs, applying some pressure now and then as if he was trying to relax you with an innocent massage and he was not pressing you against his lap and looking at you in a teasing and seductive way. «Relax, it’s me.»

Perhaps, it was inevitable. Perhaps, somewhere in between all those hugs and affectionate gestures you both had a mutual understanding and acceptance about your feelings for each other. Perhaps, both of you only needed to realize it.

«I know it’s you.» you whispered. «It’s always been you, Lix.» Perhaps, it was just a matter of time for your lips to meet halfway in a soft, lingering kiss which the both of you had secretly and unconsciously been hoping for.

Felix’s lips were soft, despite the faint taste of blood still lingering on his lips; he hugged your frame against his, pressing your chests together as your lips moulded together. Despite the action being new and unfamiliar, you both felt like it was the most obvious and normal things to do. You’ve been loving each other for years, you both only needed to realize that all the pent up frustration was dictated by your feelings itching to be recognized as they really was, and not be hidden and forgotten in the friendzone box.

As Felix’s tongue ran flat over your lower lip, you silently whimpered, hugging his neck and tangling your hand in his hair to press him even further against you. Directly sitting on his cotch, you could feel him get harder under you through the fabric of his jeans as your kiss became more intense and somehow, desperate; your tongues met briefly but passionately, before Felix’s groan of pain made you quickly detach from each other’s hold.

«I’m sorry, I shouldn’t-»

«It’s okay, buttercup,» Felix smiled, closing his eyes as you immediately reminisced your actions of treating his lower lip with a blush on your face, a racing heart and a faint trace of blood on the side of your mouth, «I really wanted to kiss you.»

«Yeah, me too.» you mumbled back, as you leaned back in order to throw another dirty and fluffy ball of cotton in the bin.

«I noticed.» Felix chuckled, making both your bodies slightly shake. You sighed, pretending to be deeply offended by his sentence.

«You’re the one to talk, and yet, your boner is still pressed against my ass.» you purposely grinded on him to prove your point, loving how he jolted up as if he just touched a burning flame.

Eventually, Felix took off his shirt, and you hoped the dim light illuminating the living room wouldn’t expose too much the blush on your cheeks. You have seen Felix shirtless countless times, but tonight, the feeling of intimacy surrounding you had completely shifted, and you wondered how could you feel so riled up in such an unusual situation.

Still, those feelings were quickly replaced by another wave of pure concern as you saw the reason why Felix had been constantly hissing in pain. On his side, right under his ribs, was a wide purple and yellow bruise.

«Felix.» you warned, your fingertips hovering above the bruise which looked really painful.

«It’s okay, it was just a well-placed kick.» the boy quietly shrugged from under you.

«Felix?!» you repeated, alarmed.

«I promised, remember?» he reached out to wipe a strand of hair that fell in front of your face. «No more fights.» You nodded, believing and trusting him, and you leaned back to get a pain-relieving cream from your first aid box. Trying to be as delicate as possible, you slightly massaged Felix’s bruise, ignoring his quiet groans of pain and the goosebumps on his skin.

«There!» you said, lightly tapping his shoulder. «You’re done: all clean, patched up and ready to heal.»

There was something so surreal in the air, between you having just finished treating his wounds and the fact that the both of you had just kissed, quietly and implicitly confessing your feelings that couldn’t help but make the both of you erupt in soft, shy giggles.

Once again, you didn’t know who initiated the action first, but your lips inexorably found each other again, and again; you kissed paying attention to his wounded lip, and you made sure to muffle any and every soft moan coming from Felix’s lips with yours. It was just a matter of time for those tender and languid kisses to transform themselves in more passionate and rough kisses mixed with careful nibbles, and it was also just a matter of time for you to start grinding against each other in the desperate attempt to relieve the ache you both felt between your legs.

Felix was injured, anytime your thigh would brush against his side he would slightly hiss in pain – never actually detaching from your lips, so it was obvious that the two of you could not have sex for now; at least, not until he felt better. Still, you could still have fun in different ways.

Carefully balancing yourself on your legs, your kisses gradually travelled downwards as they followed the path that his freckles naturally drew on his skin; from Felix’s neck to his collarbones, to his chest, to his abdomen as you gradually climbed down the couch to finally kneel on the floor between Felix’s spreaded legs. You smiled to yourself anytime you would feel his muscles tense under your lips, or anytime you heard his soft moans in reaction the soft bites you left on his skin.

Chris and Changbin loved to tease you about it but honestly, you never thought you would actually switch from embarrassingly pushing your secret fantasies about Felix out of your head to kneeling in your living room as you were sucking on Felix’s dick, his jeans pooling around his ankles and his hands in your hair to keep it out of your face in make makeshift ponytail. 

Felix’s voice was even lower and deeper; any moan he made directly reached your core due to how aroused and wet you were. You made sure to pay attention to the veins on his shaft, pressing against them with the tip of your tongue and following their path from the base of his length to the tip, before circling your lips around it. You learnt pretty quickly that even if Felix loved you so much to carry you on the palm of his hand, he was also kinds rough – the bare enjoying minimum, so that anytime your lips touched the base of his length, one of his hands would snake on your nape to keep you there, to enjoy the feeling of your throat clenching around him as you gradually relaxed and breathed through your nose. You also learnt that Felix had a huge passion for praising you; you had a small suspect as he would praise you over random things during the day but, now that you could fully enjoy his deep voice praising you as you made him feel good, well, you thought you could go crazy there and now because this just became your new addiction.

Felix came in your mouth as you were swirling your tongue on the tip, sucking on it as you moved your hand along his length, occasionally moving your wrist and applying some more pressure. The moan he made as he came was probably the definition of both sinful and holy, and it sent a new wave of wetness in your underwear; you swallowed his release, holding his gaze, and smiled to yourself once again as he rolled his eyes back before closing them with a low groan.

Honestly, you were somewhat embarrassed to be so wet and excited over a blowjob, but Felix was so loud and responsive that you just- «Well, buttercup,» Felix panted, interrupting your thoughts. «That was amazing.»

You laughed in disbelief as he lifted his bandaged fist in the air, waiting for you to bump yours against it. «I can’t believe you’re asking for a fist-bump after you just came in my mouth.» you said, as you complied to his request.

«It’s my innovative way to hype you up. And now,» Felix said, as he reached out to hold your wrists to help you up, making you straddle his right thigh. «I’ll show you my innovative way to make you come.»

It was messy; you lost your inhibitions as soon as your damp core was pressed against Felix’s muscular and firm thigh, a thin layer of wet cloth separating them. Felix reached out to kiss your neck, while his arms slid under your dress to hold your bare waist, setting the pace and making your hips move against his thigh. Your hands were tightly wrapped in Felix’s hair as you rode his thigh at the pace he wanted to, occasionally tensing his muscles so that you’d feel a different sensation rubbing against your clit.

«Lix, touch me, please.»  You pleaded with a whine, feeling warmth pooling in your abdomen.

«I won’t.» Felix chanted, his tongue licking a long stripe on your neck. «Show me how much you want to come.»  He said, harshly biting on the skin he had just licked, and you felt a shiver run along your body. Felix released his tight hold on your waist, letting you set the pace, one of his hands holding your ass and the one wrapping in your hair just to yank your head back and gain more access to the skin of your neck.

It did not take you much more time to come; especially since Felix started praising you once again as he left open mouthed kisses on your skin. With a strained whine, you came, relief spreading through all your body, as you clenched around nothing and completely aware that there was a stripe on Felix’s thigh that was most definitely coated with your wetness, and still, your main thought was about being impatient to finally feel Felix’s length pounding inside you.

Felix hugged you as you rested your head against his neck, panting and waiting for your heart to go back at a normal pace as you felt the sensation of the orgasm you just had lingering on your skin.

«Do you realize we’re literally the last ones who realized our own feelings?» Felix quiet voice came somewhere above your ear and you giggled, lifting your head to hold his gaze with a wide smile.

«Better late than never?» you tried, as you lifted your fist in mid-air. Felix’s hand, which was caressing your back, shortly stopped, and he watched you and disbelief before laughing.

«Better late than never, buttercup.» Felix smiled, and connected his bandaged fist with yours. «Let’s go and clean up, so we can go to sleep.» he added, reaching out to leave a soft peck on your lips.

Somehow, you managed to get it to the bedroom safe and sound, ready to fall asleep in each other’s arms and ready to start a new chapter in your life even if to say the truth, you both realized that you’ve been behaving like a couple for years.

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Cool Rider Barber Shop & Hair Salon Masterlist

A series of stories based around a Grease-themed barber shop and hair salon. All employees of the shop/salon use the names of characters from both Grease and Grease 2. The whole shop is done up in a Grease theme with T-Bird chairs for the barber shop side and Pink Ladies chairs on the salon side.

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Dennis Baker has shed his past life with his wretched ex. Now, he's starting anew as a new employee at Stark Industries. However, when Tony gets a look at his sad attire, Dennis is dragged to the Cool Rider Barber Shop for a makeover. There, he meets cutest colorist who loves his shirt: Frenchy Facciano.

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STAR RACER － ENHYPEN GREASE AU SERIES | PART 4 🚦

racer!enhypen & flaggirl!reader

PARTS: PROLOGUE, PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 5, coming soon...

TITLE: ST★R-RACER : PART 4. THE RUMBLE.

feat. ENHYPEN, TXT, STRAY KIDS?!

PLOT: in a small town during the 1950s, seems the only thing keeping careless teenagers entertained are drag races where only the elite participate. and those elite are known as star racers.

WARNINGS: ooc idols, sexual innuendos, light sexual content, strong language, violence, mild slutshaming, illegal acts, cat calling, sleezy teenagers, tba...

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WORD-COUNT: 10.0k

NOTE: im so sorry this part took so long to write. i burn out easily and ideas were not filling my head. this is my first big series so it is a bit difficult to amount to the number of words each chapter has. but thank you for waiting and i hope you enjoy this long special! i apologise for any typos, its hard to proof read at the moment. likes, reposts and comments are all heavily appreciated, thank you.

your attention has placed the road ahead of you, memorising the familiar landscape as the one you drove past in the evening with yeonjun. from the asphalt road to the street lamps and to the traffic lights, everything was much brighter and clearer this time around. likely due to your vision not being clouded by the raven night sky, or perhaps the regret and guilt tainting your perception of your surroundings that unforgettable night.

"well, i'm not worried. he can have a cow, won't change the fact his turf's in a rut too," you calmly replied while adjusting the collar of your white short-sleeved blouse. a light grin on jake's face humoured your determined attitude, bright eyes laying on your reflection from the rearview mirror.

"you kill me sometimes," your male counterpart complimented before refocusing his attention on the next corner he swerved past. you beamed at his sweet comment, gulping your real intentions down your dry throat. in reality, you were worried. about yeonjun, about going to an unfamiliar school, about heeseung.

definition:'kill'. > to impress.

to even consider the plan of attempting to pact with the clique from the other side of the town meant you were desperate. you yearned to snatch jake's steering wheel and go back the way you came from because an uneasy bundle in your stomach untangled and started to reach every vessel in your body. you thought the pressure of the rumble would ease overnight but instead, it got worse.

someone could end up in the hospital, even inadequately considering the possibility of ending up outnumbered due to the uncertain chance of recruiting yeonjun's crew. so even though you hated it, you had to get the boy on your side, for your friends' sake.

last night's image of riki's untamed berating and thrashing out of sunghoon and jake's grasp was hard to shake off he had never gotten so worked up about another person before. you didn't want to see him in that state again.

the number of stores on the street gradually decreased, replaced by dense trees and bramble bushes, a sign you were nearing the school. "what a load of nerds," jake poked fun at herds of students clad in blazers, jerseys, plaid patterned pants and skirts and the tall rhubarb brick building fenced by tall black metal fencing. it was like some impenetrable fortress with a long moat surrounding it, except it wasn't. it was simply unlike your school. your school was the complete opposite with nothing more but a twisty metal fence surrounding it. students would occasionally hop over the fences just to go get better lunch food or skip unwanted classes, you included.

your eyebrows gradually lifted at the realisation that you hadn't even tackled the first crisis yet, the overbearing fence, "crap," your curse placed under your breath while jake steered into the disbursed car park and came to a gentle halt, not eager to bring unsolicited attention to your arrival. he made sure to park behind a wide tree that's long branches with lax leaves that almost reached the roots on his head.

he quietly wolf-whistled at the amusing sight, taking in the complication you already situated yourself with. you reluctantly revolved your head towards the male beside you in slow motion to find his gaze. and with a suspecting smirk on his face, he inquired you about his nifty scheme.

his hurried hands grasped his elbows as he held his folded forearms in front of him, crouching in an uncomfortable position with knees pressed into the hard pavement.

the corners of your mouth spread outwards as your molars clamped down on one another, too focused on aiming the sole of your shoe on jake's makeshift stepping stool to notice the strain on your jaw.

he huffed out upon your weight's arrival, his arms wavering for a split second before he jolted the platform made with his arms up into the air. you took the sudden elevation as a chance to hold on to the cold metal railings of the fence, concentrating as your wide skirt bunched in the air. with a rigid rattle, you regulated your balance as jake's arms steadied you on top of him.

a gasp of relief vacated your chest as your clenched jaw could relax as your successful stepping stool plan worked. "s'nice view," jake's crude comment blasted below your lengthy skirt and your wide eyes bolted to the male whose head was tilted upwards for anything but the sky. there was only one place his eyes landed upon.

"cut the gas, sim!" you screeched loudly and intentionally kicked the white tip of your sneaker in the male's susceptible nose. he yelped out in pain, eyes squeezing shut while his arms awfully loosened. a mean laugh left your lips in satisfaction while taking the distorted balance as an opportunity to release your foot off of his platform and onto the top of the horizontal railing slab. then, you applied all your weight on the singular foot and extended the rest of your body upwards and over the fence. yet, your landing wasn't as straightforward as the journey over it and you ended up with one of your knees shoved into the damp grass of the school campus.

your partner in crime was rubbing his throbbing red nose after your hostile jab at it, despite him knowingly deserving it. one of his brown eyes opened to peek at your safe drop on the other side of the fence, "sorry. 45 minutes, y/n. js'call out for me if you need," he called out while the hem of your skirt returned around your knees after the velocity of the drop concluded. you were hunched over, a hand dusting your dirt-stamped kneecap that had follicles of grass glued to it.

"i know. don't think i'll need the help of a little boy who can't keep his eyes out of the gutter," you mocked his ogling and spun on your heel away from the car park and the familiar individual with it. jake, the boy who couldn't stand being crowded by girls, confidently announcing the esteem of seeing up your skirt was a bold move. little does he know the minor injury to his nose would be met tenfold by the time you bust out of this unfamiliar school.

45 minutes. all the time you had at your disposal. 45 minutes was the duration of lunch and you needed to be in and out of yeonjun's school as quickly as you could. of course, some constraints were weighing you down other than the time frame. and that was yeonjun's compliance.

it was safe to assume the male you threw a drink at two weeks ago would most likely refuse your proposition. neither did you know the layout of the school and whether the teachers on guard would kick you out upon your arrival. so you had to be equally alert.

you strode forward towards the towering building with the large cross logo built in the middle, a slight increase in heartbeat by the countless pairs of eyes locked onto your unknown self. you could only pray that no tattle tail would report on the girl who just leapt over the fences, breaking precisely why they were implemented. it was lunchtime at this school as well and cliques separated from one another sitting on the field or at lunch tables made you realise just how difficult carrying out this secretive mission of yours would be.

by secretive, only you and jake knew of it. hence the reason he was chauffeuring you to the other side of town and missing out on whatever lunch menu was on at your cafeteria. quite the feat, you thought.

after passing a few outdoor pillars by the side of the main building, you found the lunch block that remained outdoors. girls with rolled-up plaid skirts sat on the collection of bleachers by the soccer pitch in the distance to your right side, indulging in minuscule amounts of cafeteria lunches and the meals running across the soccer field. a mixed handful of preps sat along benches and or on the concrete-covered floors under the shade of the freshly painted veranda to your left. yet, from both ears you could hear the endless pour of gossip about your appearance surface. "that's the chick that went home with choi a couple'a nights back."

your focus on the defaming vocal of opinions suddenly terminated when a large, warm hand on your shoulder cuffed itself around you. your shaken eyes found themselves settled on a face you could put to a name. soobin. "aren't you lost, choi?" his deep voice questioned and a small curl of his lip caught your attention, face inches apart from yours. the hunch in his back signalled he was leaning over your head to meet your eyes from behind. you were speechless, not expecting a target to reveal themselves so easily.

the tall male raised an eyebrow in curiosity at your brief quiet demeanour, standing upright. only at that moment did you realise how much the male towered over you and it caused you to blink profusely out of intimidation. he wore a grey blazer with his school's emblem on it in contrast to the heavy dark jacket he was wearing at the race tracks. you licked your dry pink lips and swiped his hand off your shoulder discretely, "reason you callin' me choi?" you questioned lowly while he towed his hand to his side, shaking it off like it were wet.

"well, you are yeonjun's missus. ain'tcha?" he chirped while his lips protruded outwards and his cheeks huffed meanwhile. your eyebrows dipped low and a side of your lips lifted in a sneer like you'd stepped in rubbish. to even think of the said male as a spouse sounded like a nightmare. yeonjun must have been spreading misinformation around his turf, and a side task was unexpectedly placed upon you.

to prove him wrong.

"that's not true. i think i'd much rather be called my name," you seethed tediously with squinted eyes directly align with the male. he cocked his head to the side in wonder, trying to piece together whether you were joking or not.

"it's not? he was tellin' people you're round heels," he began to chuckle lightly and your hands balled tightly into fists. your yeonjun accusation stood correct. a flare of embarrassment sparked on your face in a blaze at such wording used on you. you groaned in irritation at such cunning stirs and trudged forward, bumping into soobin deliberately to tilt him backwards.

definition:'round heels'. > an easy girl, heels rounded for easy tipping onto a bed.

he staggered for a brief moment before regaining his balance and following behind your careless actions, half amused and half confused. "oh, choi is dead meat," you grumbled while stomping your feet into the lavish grass and heading towards the veranda. meeting numerous gazes of students who sat underneath it, you pondered why they were so judgemental. at first, you thought it was because of yeonjun's rumours, but when your head craned behind, you realised it was because of soobin trailing inches apart from you. it was so unsettling the shift in appearances of the boy who was once chasing after you and sunghoon on a friday night.

soobin was a renowned racer and the students either loved him or hated him, no in between. it wasn't hard to miss the only individual sporting black leather threads and tight blue denim amongst a crowd that didn't. it made you wonder how he even got into such a school in the first place. maybe his parents were filthy rich and threw him into such a populace with the intent to 'right his wrongs'. then they probably explained to the headmaster that 'he's just a boy, he doesn't know any better' when he set the science lab on fire, or something.

nonetheless, his reoccurrence made a palm slap against your face in annoyance, dragging your hand down in disarray, "if you're here to court me, hit the road," you complained while turning around for a brief moment and he shone a crooked smile at your notice of his presence.

"why, but you're a firecracker to tease," he jabbed while quickening the pace of his long legs and catching up to you, now side by side. your angry hands pressed onto the male's chest, trying to shove him away only for the male to lean all of his weight atop of you. the heavy force had your steps reversing and reluctantly, you backed against a hard brick wall. you grit your teeth anxiously, eyes glaring into his as the top of his head was against the vacant wall space above yours. "settle, doll face. if you wanted to get your hands on me so bad y'could've just asked."

his shower of flirts repulsed you and your head turned away at such compact contact, hands still driven against his chest as his torso didn't budge even when you started to hook your nails into it.

by the intimate distance, his cologne almost suffocated you, whisked with the scent of tobacco. his bold actions made your head spin and worst of all, everyone's eyes were on you. your hot face combusted with his warm breath, like waving a fan in front of flames.

"get off of me, rag!" you argued with an increase of pressure you placed on him. the corner of his lips cocked upwards and you eventually broke through his overbearing cave. you staggered forward drunkenly, feet pivoting away from the male as he toppled backwards for a split second. you briskly padded away, slapping two of your palms over your soiled burning cheeks.

"he was lyin', clearly," soobin chuckled breathlessly while resuming his follow on your whereabouts. honestly, if he pulled that trick on any other girl you were certain he'd be rejected just the same.

"lay off. if you're not going to help me find choi then you can waste someone elses," you retaliated and pressed the crease out of your white skirt. you hated that his cologne was now rubbed off of you and the scent didn't leave even after you shook out every article of your clothing like you were dusting them off.

"whats the occasion?" he questioned and licked his lips out of habit, loud footsteps echoing yours and acting all innocent like he wasn't pulling that stunt a minute ago, "i can."

"get on with it," you ordered through an eye-roll and endured the painful trip towards yeonjun's whereabouts. the sunlight appeared and disappeared on soobin's face as pillars blocked fragments of light each time you passed one, "i'll tell you when we find the guy."

"if it's another necking, i'd be more than happy to offer my services," he teased and swayed his body closer to yours, almost causing you to crash right into him. you cursed under your breath and pushed the boy away aggressively. you were starting to reconsider whether the problem with your plan was soobin's irritating antics or yeonjun.

definition:'necking'. > make out.

"another? we never did. in fact, he hadn't even laid a hand on me before he was pullin' out," you lied thickly but you didn't care. if it were an opportunity to humiliate the male, you didn't need to be asked twice. soobin's head was thrown back as a chain of laughs sprouted out of him at the correction.

"no snow job," the male teased while shaking his head after his high of laughter disbursed. the edge of the concrete veranda was nearing and soobin took the initiative to pass a corner, leading you towards an area that was much more secluded with taller brick walls. you were a little proud of your fake tales, even more at the reaction of the other male who didn't doubt it one bit. to be honest, you were over the whole situation. the bad date, the manipulative language used on you and the oil spill on heeseung.

well, partly over that last part. but with other concerns shadowing it, it was forced to the back of your cluttered mind. similar to the oversized blazer thrown around your sides and forced over your arms a moment ago. your arms weighed heavily at the large article of clothing and you cluelessly stared at soobin as he held your shoulders gently, only the tips of his fingers against you.

"lid on," he shushed you carefully and lead you in the correct direction, his head only focused on the individual walking past. an old lady, likely in her late 50s, wore sleek red glasses pressed to her face and a tight, knee-length pencil skirt that made her strut look funny. a teacher, a very intimidating looking one at that. she had a returning stern gaze over soobin and her wrinkly lipstick-chapped lips pursed in dismay. your shoulders were hunched like a box, from the tension in the air, or perhaps the heavy jacket over the top of you.

you weren't looking at the teacher, but when her echoing footsteps lowered in volume, you let out a sigh of relief from your chest, shoulders relaxing. the male took his hands off the top of your shoulder blades and left his warm blazer around you, only looking down at you with his dark irises.

"what was that for?" you questioned with a low whisper as if the teacher had super hearing and would've heard you if your voice was amplified another decimal. while adjusting his lengthy grey blazer around you comfortably, soobin shone a quick grin and rubbed an index finger along his smooth philtrum.

"disguise. that broad is the principal. if you weren't in uniform she'dve rocked you," he answered while playing with the hem of the white t-shirt he now resided in. your head tilted at his quick wits and perhaps you'd taken him lesser than he first ought to be.

"well, gentleman," you chirped and the boy licked his lips at the nickname, eyes shaped like crescents merrily. the walk resumed without anymore hindrance, only small talk between you and the tall boy who happened to let down his guard. finally, you came in contact with two large wooden doors at the end of the hallway. you bit on your lip, head checking up to soobin's for a split moment for confirmation. and by the light nod of his head, you padded forward and pushed the pair of doors open with two spread arms.

bright white headlights flashed in the dark ambience and heeseung's hand propped in front of his eyes to shield them from the blinding clash. he was sitting on the alleyway ground, forearms draped over his knees and his fond jacket across his spacious lap.

the bright light illuminated the entire alleyway and heeseung could see from his peripherals just how easily his position was given away by the brick walls of the alleyway lighted. alerted, he peeked through the gaps of his long fingers and cursed out at the reckless decision the other boy made to keep the headlights of his ride turned on. although, that angered fire in him snuffed out when his gaze landed on the longing face of his friend, jay.

the appearance of the younger boy was like a flashback to heeseung. it had been so long with zero contact with one another, it could've easily been another one of his daydreams. but, jay heeded to his call like the loyal service he was.

heeseung stood up straight as the engine of the car halted and the light vibration of the vehicle froze, headlights clicking off like a tv pulled at the plug. he dusted himself off, carefully padding towards the suspecting vehicle and walking along the exterior to the passenger's seat, taking light steps on the coarse rubble foundation.

the silence in the air grew as he opened the passenger seat and inclined his slim frame inside, settling on the vacant seat. no words were exchanged between him and the other male, only the turn of jay's head and the tilt of his sunglasses while he scanned heeseung's appearance like some judge.

"jay," heeseung greeted, nodding his head and keeping a straight face with a raspy voice. the male in question tilted his sunglasses up the bridge of his nose, a smug grin on his face.

"heeseung," he responded cooly, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly as if it were a normal interaction between the two. nonchalant before the aggressive tug on his shoulders yanked him forward into heeseung's warm embrace. jay's sunglasses tilted crookedly as his face smashed against heeseung's ear, returning the tight hug tenderly.

"you idiot! what's this get up? forgettin' your honorifics and wearin' sunglasses in the middle of the night?" a long, gleeful laugh left heeseung's throat. he hadn't laughed like this in ages. the strong hug came to an end as heeseung disengaged and scanned jay's awfully misplaced glasses. jay bit back a hearty smile, pleased his little gag with sunglasses made the other laugh. he ran his long fingers through his black locks and whisked his head back as though he were in a photo shoot.

"well, y'know. work," he replied, still piling onto the joke. heeseung shook his head, sweaty bangs glued to his forehead after his eventful night of running from the fuzz. jay flicked his sunglasses above his hairline, not being able to see anything in the dark with them on anyway. now able to see clearly, he didn't miss the mass amounts of cash splayed all over heeseung's dirty coveralls, "dude?"

heeseung's orbs traced jay's gaze and peered down at his own body, realising the male was flabbergasted at more than just his arrival. he bit back a proud grin and dug a dirty hand into his side pockets only to return with a handful of papers between his clutches, "dude," he replied and jay's raised eyebrows lowered to a normal slate, realising heeseung's act was true.

"the fuck did i miss?" his counterpart questioned as me of his palms pressed against his sweaty forehead, colliding with his tilted sunglasses unintentionally.

the older male returned the cash to it's rightful place in his pocket and kept that same smile splayed across his cheeks, "robbed this old man's register when he wasn't lookin'. don't worry, i kicked the bucket right after," his remark held no remorse for his criminal act and instead acted as if he were bragging.

a half scoff half laugh left jay's lips and he looked off the to side like heeseung had spoken a terrible joke, "y'crazy, hyung," he remarked whilst a hand kept itself on his leather steering wheel. the elder began to undo the upper clasped buttons of his coveralls and slid the thick navy material off his shoulders, typing the sleeves across his waist in a bulbous knot. he returned his beloved race jacket around him and leaned forward with a finger playing with the sweaty black strands of his hair whilst scanning himself in the rear view mirror.

jay was watching silently, amused by the sudden interest of appearances, "gonna need more than a pampering, y'stinkin' up my chariot. who y'trying to impress anyway?" he questioned next.

"...nobody in particular, park," heeseung cheesed with a flashy reply, adding the finishing touches to his hair and sitting back in his car seat with a satisfied nod.

"not fallin' for that snow job," the other retorted whilst continuing to view heeseung's conflicting mannerisms, "'ts y/n, ain't it?"

there was a cascade of silence that laid the car, only the sound of cars driving meters from the alleyway entrance roaring past. until jay opened his mouth once more, "she'd been down in the dumps since you left," his dark eyes faced forward, tracing the terracotta brick wall heeseung once leaned upon previously, "everybody. jungwon, sunoo, hoon, jake, riki 'nd y/n. we all been bugged. just constant losses-i mean did you know that kid sunoo dropped outta school 'cause he lost a bet on your last race?"

jay's calm tangent caused heeseung's eyebrows to raise slightly. he knew there would be consequences to his careless disappearance, but nothing of this calibre. heeseung wasn't a dickhead like the other greasers you'd categorise him with. he was the eldest of the clique and brought a sense of meaning to that label with reason. and, he definitely knew when he should be held accountable for up and leaving as though that selected group meant nothing to him but a mere memory.

jay's vent furthered, "guess that saying that goes 'you never know what y'got 'til its gone' is true," his vision returned to his eldest and the black haired disheveled individual had his brows real upturned this time, mouth parted slightly in surprise at the sincerity of his pride smitten companion. the boy in question was flustered at the non-responsive behaviour of heeseung and cleared his throat while looking off to the side.

lee simply shook his head, placing a hand on the awkward male and nodded in acknowledgment, "yeah, man. guess i got a few apologies to make," he answered whilst lifting a palm off his friend and instead returning them to his jacket to fully zip it up as the cold night breeze bristled the hairs on his head.

jay tilted his head slightly forward in response, taking the cold wind as a sign that solidified that heeseung wouldn't be going anywhere anytime soon. now, there was only the future to look forward to-and a group of assholes to prove himself to. the car engine started once more and the automobile began to reverse from the dark alleyway.

a cold curious hand dug into the front pockets of his jacket, only to brush past a crisp wad of paper. heeseung brimmed with confusion for a brief moment as he lifted the paper out of his pocket and held it in front of his eyes. with a squint, he realised it was a collection of numbers written with pencil. heeseung's eyes narrowed further in suspicion, only one person had access to his clothing and he drew a straight line to the culprit.

"y'good?" jay asked to break the sudden silence and the other male immediately crumpled the paper between his fingers and flicked it behind him.

"yeah, keeno," lee nonchalantly responded while jay had fully backed out of the dim alleyway, only now waiting for several cars to pass so he had a clear entrance.

"i got a plan to get you outta juvi," the other appeased with an anticipating grin on his face. the loud screech of tires burned against the asphalt ground as jay forced himself to break a brigade of cars, earning a few ear-piercing honks from other drivers.

heeseung's head was turned towards the rear end of the car, an astonished smile on his face, "surprised y'haven't lost your license yet. shoot," he encouraged the other's question.

jay clicked his tongue at hee's snarky comment and drove towards the direction of a gas station that's bright neon sign was spotted miles away, "dyeing ya 'do," the dark haired male explained while his eyes flicked towards heeseung's raven locks.

the male in question reluctantly lifted a hand to palm the side of his hair, lips pursing in uncertainty, "fracture me, will you? there ain't no way in hell you're touching my hair," heeseung refused almost immediately.

definition:' fracture'. > amuse me.

"'ts either you sportin' a new color, or spending the rest'a senior year with the fuzz," jay reasoned while shaking his head in disapproval. personally, he thought his plan was well thought out and a good cover for his criminal of a friend.

"ain't that a bite, park. think they got ciggies in jail?" the other sighed out while repositioning himself in jay's vehicle, long legs outspread lazily whilst his torso pushed upwards so his head could stay upright.

"get with it, hyung! y'know how hard it's boutta be when you return to school with a felon on y'head?" jay continued while heeseung closed his eyes stubbornly.

"you watch too many damn flicks," he laughed out while jay hadn't changed direction towards the servo at all. it'd take a lot of convincing for heeseung to agree, but jay just couldn't let go of his marvellous idea. and yes, he'd suppose he watched too many movies.

right in front of you were none other but the pack of greasers leaning on bleachers with their thumbs flipped over of their pockets while their other four digits tucked into their skinny jeans. one individual, in particular with their back turned from you had a long hand pressed on the wall that a shorter girl leaned against. the familiar curls of his brunette hair were hard to discard from your memory, so much so that you hesitated to step any closer.

if it weren't for taehyun's quick tap of yeonjun's shoulder, the male would've never turned his head to notice your presence. at first, his foxy eyes were pried in surprise before they relaxed and a cocky smirk replaced his ajar mouth, "i knew you'd be back for more, cherry," he cooed and unhooked his hand from the wall pressed beside his female companion and stood up straight, smug look unwavering.

soobin left your side and travelled up the bleachers to meet his clique, long legs used to skip past two bleachers at a time. he exchanged a hand shake with yeonjun briefly, tugging in the male and dabbing his shoulder before pulling away and settling on the cold spot beside beomgyu. now, only you resided alone as a group of five looked down at you like a feeble insect.

"back for more? more of what?" you spat with raised eyebrows, almost holding back a fake laugh at his outpour if confidence like the night between you two had gone well.

"why, don't act coy. i know you miss me," yeonjun tutted while digging his hands into his pockets, shoulders relaxing as your expression crumbled in agony.

"oh get bent, choi. i'm not here to relive the terrors of friday night," you answered in determination, hands fisting the heavy blazer over your shoulder's you'd almost forgotten soobin left on you. the four other men murmured between each other, one of them patting yeonjun on the shoulder and causing him to stumble forwards slightly.

his calloused hand brushed off the previous spot the hand had touched him and he glared towards the boy in annoyance, "well then, clue me," yeonjun responded while his legs began to extend forward and step down each bleacher seat with a hop in his steps.

you inhaled sharply, watching as yeonjun proceeded to step unwarrantedly close to you with the tip of his shoes nearly budding into yours, "your turf's being threatened by those... stray animals from the next town over, y'know those ones?" you answered with a hesitation as you described the male group in question. yeonjun's lips pouted, an eyebrow crossing in confusion from your unreliable outpour.

"name 'em. i don't know who they are," he demanded while turning his head left so his ear protruded towards you closest. your teeth grit in irritation at his actions potentially mocking you and the sliver of power your position gave away. a girl, left alone in a school full of random people, in front of her sworn enemy.

"felix, hyunjin, chan, those lookers," your eyes decimated off to the side as you recalled a few of their aliases. the boy in front of you rubbed his chin in thought, still missing a few details.

"yeah, them freamers," yeonjun parroted before throwing his head back to repeat the message to his lackeys up on the bleachers. a couple of their faces screwed, a little complacent with their cooperation. you bit down on the insides of your mouth, kneading the soft flesh as a way to pass time as no straight answer was given from the other party.

"listen, uh, we lost star racer to them and since riki struck at them first, they wanna rumble with us," your anecdote retained uncertainty yet you wanted to persevere confidently.

two front teeth bit down on the right side of the boy's bottom lip, biting back an unconvinced smile, "that ankle-biter ought to have at it. well, what exactly would we get out of it?" yeonjun asked with a deliberate whining tone towards the end of his sentence.

"you kiddin'? we're stuck in the mud for your turf and you want something out of it?" you scoffed with narrowed eyes.

"do you's really need us?" his hands outstretched in front of him as his shoulders shrugged, faking unconvinced, "sounds like we should just let em' bash ya' and clean up the mess after."

your eyebrows creased for a split second, eyes strictly trained on your counterpart's imposing face, "your turf won't be lost, you get a good swing on those douchebags and..." your volume lowered while thinking of your next proposition. until yeonjun finished your suggestions for you.

"—how 'bout a proper date. a good one that might end with something else gettin' damp, i'd rather," his condescending voice stifled a laugh at his dirty innuendo. the pack on the bleachers seemed to mirror his reaction, yet they were encouraging.

"another fake out?" your face screwed while weighing the odds. did you really need these guys as backup? the chances of succeeding did increase if they were to defend their own turf. for pete's sake, was defending their own side of the town mean nothing if they didn't get a piece of you out of it? you knew bets never ended well, you knew very well.

but there was an undiscovered surge of eagerness that anticipated you.

yeonjun's head lifted and lowered slowly, nodding for you to continue. your tart fingers bore creases in the oversized jacket slung over your shoulders as you  finally responded, "no. see, i don't usually settle for sloppy seconds," you replied while your eyes peered behind his broad shoulder. specifically at the girl leaning against the brick wall with her arms crossed, burning holes into your frame by her stare.

the male whipped his around for a split second before turning back to you with a hand plastered on the back of his warm neck, "that broad's jus'ta rebound. we get comfy, don't we?" he attempted to convince yet this time with a softer voice, most likely lowered so the men behind him couldn't hear his pompous attempt to sway you.

"i am anything but comfy 'round you. y'know, its fine. we should just back outta this rumble and allow them to take your turf. you've already won, haven't you?" your eyes scaled upwards to the ceiling, checking off an imaginary list in your head, "you've got heeseung's car, you've got star racer, you've got my friends leaving one after another," an uninterested frown grew on your face as your hands outspread outwards in pretend surrender, "i don't see why we should hold onto our pride if someone's already fucked us over, really."

yeonjun's eyebrows raised while he listened to your lost hope, quite unsure of how to appear. his eyes travelled from your long skirt, to your tucked in blouse and even to the stilled palms on display, "so you finally wanna admit we're better than you's?"

"sure, choi," you replied unenthusiastically.

he swiped his tongue on his bottom lip in thought, knowing there were only two ways your encounter could go, "you pushin' the right buttons if thats your goal. but, what do y'mean your goons are leaving one after another?"

his question brought your eyebrows to skyrocket that he was even concerned with the status of your group. one of your palms pressed against your wrist, rubbing it uncomfortably as if there were a stain lingering against it, "...yea. heeseung's gone, jay's on a vacay, sunoo's dropped out. i know you don't care but i guess that's why we need your clique," your voice softened as you opened up to the boy for the first time.

yeonjun's head rotated around to face his group to view if they heard the same thing and there was a sinister smile plastered to his face as he faced you once again, "was wonderin' why i hadn't heard of lee in a while. i'd say too bad, but if that greaser was here you wouldn't be pleadin' to me."

the boy's apparition earned a tilt of your head, slightly confused by his wording, "you lay off. i wasn't pleading, just playing messenger," you argued back. suddenly you remembered the time frame you should have cohered to and flicked down to the boy's cuff of his jacket to see if he was wearing a watch, "what's the time?"

choi blinked a number of times before he brought his hand to run through his hair while bringing his wrist into view. he flicked his sleeve's cuff back while squinting his eyes, actually confining to your request without a fuss for the first time, "it's 1:20, dolly."

you mentally cursed while your feet paced back and forth for a second, only 10 minutes left of lunchtime and to be back at your side of town. there wasn't anymore time to talk so you grasped onto the oversized jacket around your shoulders before quickly spurting out, "it's tonight, same time and place as the races. if you don't show up, tell soobin to kiss his sweet jacket goodbye!" you skimmed through the details with a gleeful laugh leaving your lips.

ignoring the calls and requests behind you, you pivoted back towards the gymnasium doors and hurriedly shoved them apart to make way for your triumphant exit.

you had a clue that yeonjun's clique wouldn't back out of such a contest, especially after you had practically kissed their asses for participation. but regardless of how it occurred,

'snob high' was officially on your side.

the ruptured footsteps of heeseung's converses padded against the white floor of the gas station while his dark eyes analysed the shelving surrounding him. jay was leading him through the limited beauty section of the store, an anticipating smirk of mischief coating one side of his face to the other.

"tellin' ya, give it a chance," jay persuaded whilst one of his hands extended forward to pick up a box of hair dye, an extremely vibrant blue. the eldest boy's eyebrows furrowed, one side of his face hit by the cold toned lighting of the shop. his calloused hands dug into the blue coverall bottom pockets he retained in that's sleeves were still tied around his waist.

"freakin' blue? you tickle me, ha-ha-ha..." the pompous fake laughs excavated heeseung's lips like a robot, not swayed at all.

jay scoffed comically, pursing his lips together to puff the black tuffs of his fringe upwards and out of his eyes. the spikes lay flat back against his tan forehead while he returned the blue box dye and picked up a new one. this one having another vibrant colour and a hair model with the phoniest white smile hee had ever seen.

he slowly craned his head to heeseung who returned the dramatic head turn back before breaking out into an immediate head shake of refusal.

"it was me who picked y'up. do this as a reward to pay me back?" jay bargained with a low snicker.

heeseung didn't want to, of course. not with such a bizarre colour as that. if anything, he wanted to reach out and slam jay's idiotic face into the shelves and collapse every other hair dye box on display with him. but instead he sighed, eyes training on the front design as one of his hands slid down his chest and to a pocket of cash he'd tucked away.

"beat feet, 'fore i change my mind."

tonight was the night. the rumble. the dawning wind blew in your hair as sunghoon steered his roofless car in the direction of the race track. the breeze contorted your hair in all sorts of swiped arrays yet your face stayed stone-still. your eyebrows creased with a firm line shaping your lips. not even the loud roar of music from hoon's aux crossed your mind besides worry.

what if yeonjun and his squad were tellin' fibs just to get a rouse outta you. and if they did show up, theres no telling if all the other boy's would react kindly to their arrival either. you didn't exactly tell them your plan of inviting snob high affiliated other than jake.

it was the six of you, riki, jungwon, sunoo, sunghoon and jake all crammed inside sunghoon's five seater leading to riki being the one on the carpet flooring by your feet. he leaned his tall back against a car door, his neck hindered by the bottom cup holders on the door's inside.

he fought against it at first, of course, but sunghoon told him to suck it up or be left behind because he was clearly still in a bad mood from yesterday. you sat between jungwon and sunoo who were oddly silent while facing the nighttime scenery bleakly whipping past. the entire car ride was silent, all of you knowing the uprising tension to unfold moments ahead.

there it was. the loud bass of music coming from the dried dam's surface that the sloped concrete walls hid from eye view. sunghoon's dark eyes flicked to his rear view mirror for a split second before he veered forward on his pedal and down a slope to meet with the very source of sound. the enemies.

as the group of brute men unfolded in view as your ride came to a screeching halt that was overshadowed by the loud cooing and hoots of bangchan's clique.

"lookie 'ere!" one of their brash voices called out, earning a curdle of your nose in return.

your vision focused on felix who was leaning against the bright blue automobile with a cigarette between two fingers, only snapping out of your unintentional selected vision by the aggravated slams of car doors.

"c'mon y/n, hop out so i can get out too," riki ushered, the first time he'd spoken from the entire car ride. one of his hands placed itself on the driver seat's head, nails digging into the beige leather. you bit down on your bottom lip, clicking open the car door on your left and hopping out of the automobile.

riki followed suit, not leaving through the car door but instead manoeuvring himself in the air and jumping over the other closed side. everyone was already standing around hoon's car, glaring off the mugs across from them.

the tall blonde stood inches from sunghoon who was the closest to the 'stray boys'. clearly he wanted to display no fret the other side exuded since it was basically his fault this rumble was occurring in the first place. jeongin could tell immediately and silently stepped forward as well, his braces shining as his lips parted.

"if it isn't rik-dog, the candy ass," the brunette of the other side taunted, eyes shooting straight to riki who clenched his teeth immediately at the name call.

"and cookin', ain't i? train-tracks," riki ridiculed back, earning a quiet coo from sunoo who couldn't contain his satire encouragement and resulted in an elbow in his ribs by jungwon who knew it wasn't the time for such antics. your white sneakers tapped against the pavement as you situated yourself beside jake who was positioned behind the gap sunghoon and riki had between them.

definition:'cook' or 'cookin''. > doing it/well.

jeongin sputtered, brown eyes glancing towards your appearing figure instead. his gaze flicked up and down your frame before turning back at riki, "i see your classy chassis can still only clothe in her mother's clothes. she ain't been popped yet by you's, has she?" his uncalled insult targeted at you instantly drew a frown on riki's face.

his sick innuendo mixed with the unnecessary comment at your clad attire brought irritation in your veins. but honestly, you had only worn long skirts and blouses since heeseung went missing as well as refusing to be flag girl at race events simply because you weren't comfortable anymore. yet before he could respond, you did, "if we talking mother's i'd assume the only thing popped is your mother loaded before she had you."

definition:'loaded'. > drunk.

jeongin's braces disappeared after that, hiding behind a dropped smile as his lips curved downwards in an outraged pause. jake's giggle rumbled from his throat, unable to stifle it in time and attracted everyone's attention.

"something real funny, huh, sim?" one of the boy's you wouldn't be able to recognise questioned and jake lifted a hand to quickly cover his unserious smile that had arose.

"you lay off now. how 'bout we stop throwing insults and get started in the race," jake began while his hand collapsed from his face and revealed his still toothy smile.

"get on with it," hyunjin gruffly hasted and suddenly began to walk around to the driver's seat of the blue car.

"finally, some fuckin' action," sunghoon boldly responded in the second hyunjin entered his vehicle, mirroring his actions whilst everyone around the car migrated off the side.

"countdown!" one of the slack hooligan's hooted as a countdown of three began. your head was buzzing. events were happening too quickly and yeonjun hadn't even arrived yet. you didn't want him. you just needed him. eyes screwing shut, all you could do was pray for a moment that god was on your side.

but the roaring of engines filled your ears instead.

perhaps things could never go according to plan. you were already quite familiar with that concept. as your eyes pried open as the chatter in the air heightened, you didn't meet with the rear of sunghoon's car. his vehicle was still in place, along with hyunjin's.

it wasn't their revving cars taking off. your brows lifted gently at the realisation it was heeseung's car. except, he wasn't in it, of course. it was yeonjun. the chestnut haired male attracted the attention of everyone, his face contorting into a smug grin.

"what the hell are they doing here...?" you heard jungwon whisper beneath his breath while watching the boy in question kick open his car door. yeonjun's dark derby's trod out from his vehicle while his hands swiped against one another-almost as if he were wiping dust from them.

"well, ain't this a lumpy time to make the scene," familiar foxy eyes danced across the array of people in front of him, all standing in an imperfect line behind the two cars anticipating a race.

definition:'lumpy'. > mediocre.

definition: 'make the scene'. > attend an event/activity.

there was an uproar of confusion and questions creating scores in the air, people from you and bangchan's clique all turning to one another. your white soles collided with the pavement as you stepped forward, "didn't haul ass to get here, did you's?" a stifled laugh erupted in your throat while you eyed the group of five standing around choi's car.

"be grateful we's even showed up, cherry," yeonjun replied with a lower in his tone yet his grin retained on his face. you rolled your eyes in mock annoyance, placing them back on the group beside yours.

"is this every freamer you've kissed together, y/n?" one of the oppositions mocked, a reaction of laughter leeching off of his words. you frowned, hands balling into fists as you stared the boy down.

"y'keepin' count of the amount of boys being kissed wouldn'tya, han?" yeonjun butt in, the sound of a lighter flicking coming from his direction. oddly enough, the boys standing near you stifled laughs at yeonjun's remark. sunghoon's silver hair resembled the moonlight as he whipped his behind around to face us, his dark browns stern.

"explain what these germs are doin' here?" he rasped out, his neck in an uncomfortable twist from his position. jake's head immediately turned to you as you ushered out a curse at the oblivious male's action.

soobin's eyes trained on you with a squint, one side of his lips lifting into an intrigued smile. an uneasy lump in your throat swallowed down, "i invited them. like you said, we were outnumbered," you explained to the puzzled boy.

"yeah well, what'll ya do?" sunghoon raised another question, taking his smoke from his pink lips and tapping it on the edge of his car door, ashes falling to the ground by the gentle force, "i sure don't see any bottles of car oil in y'boot."

the obvious jab towards the oppositions group's wrongdoings towards heeseung altercated the tension in the air. yeonjun extended a leg forward, head cocking towards the side in amusement as he stepped towards sunghoon's idle position.

"you wanna find out, park?" the brunette rhetorically asked, approaching the right door of sunghoon's ride.

"bite-me," sunghoon grit through the fangs of his teeth, lifting his cigarette between two flexed fingers. then, he flicked the lit stick right between yeonjun's eyes, causing the male to abruptly duck forward and grab him by the collar with screwed eyes.

jake and riki were already jumping forward to engage in whatever hand's on experience they could get. soobin, beomgyu, hueningkai and taehyun followed suit, getting into an unnecessary scuffle.

you wanted to face palm at the failure to cooperate between both sides that were originally supposed to bind together.

"we're not supposed to fight you duds, we're on the same side! gods sake, they're like animals," sunoo attempted to persuade, his yells falling flat along with both his palms that he placed on both sides of his mouth.

one of your ears filled with howls of laughter from the sleazy guys you were originally supposed to fight. bangchan was hunched over, slapping his knee while jeongin was pointing and laughing. along with a scrunch in hyunjin's face from the embarrassing display.

you wished jay were here right now. if it were him, he wouldn't let some petty distraction disrupt the goal at hand. you knew that no matter who won between sunghoon and yeonjun, the hooligans would just clean up afterwards and win the turf.

"sunoo, you actually got those salt shakers?" you asked, turning towards the frantic boy with no fret on your face.

he gasped like he had memorised an answer for a test as he reached into one of his jeans pocket's and pulled out a small glass salt shaker, just like he said he would. you licked one corner of your mouth as a lightbulb lit in your mind, "watch this."

you ran towards sunghoon's side of his car and bent down behind the cover of the vehicle. from within you could see sunghoon's toned arm tightly head-locking yeonjun as the said make grunted and tapped his biceps in any way to be loosened. riki had hueningkai's converses roughly planted on the side of his face and jake was letting out girlish squeals from beomgyu and taehyun grasping onto his white shirt to lift him over the bumper of the car.

the most atrocious scuffle you'd seen. but instead of focusing so much on the circus act in front of you, you poured your attention onto your wrist bent at a 90° angle. you were aiming the salt shaker towards bangchan's group and you needed just enough power to throw it over the vehicle beside you.

luckily, salt shakers aren't relatively heavy. with a singular motion, the glass ornament went flying into the air and crashed into jeongin's eyes. the sudden collision staggered the young boy and his feet once keeping his balance toppled one over the other.

the brown haired boy fell backwards onto his tailbone, hands cupping around his eyelids and he let out a groan of pain. you heard a loud cascade of sinister laughter from the group of boys gang fighting in sunghoon's car. it was obviously riki getting the biggest kick outta jeongin being victim to throw.

"haha! was that you sunoo hyung?!" riki laughed abnormally with a wide smile, hands gripping onto the converse sole roughly kicking against him. with his stubborn hold, he bent the shoes back towards hueningkai who groaned at the agonising stretch, "good throw!"

hearing riki's loud banter, jeongin wiped his eyes with the back of his forearm, immediately targeting sunoo across from him, "you askin' for it, fucker," the youngest cursed with a sudden shift of gravity as he stood up and bolted towards sunoo's oblivious self. changbin, han, and a few others followed suit.

your friend squeaked out at the scare, stepping backwards and beginning to run the opposite direction from the newborn crowd, "you just had to say somethin' riki!"

although your plan had sort of backfired, it sparked the interest of jungwon who was standing behind you with his fingers buried tightly in his locks. he had just observed your impressive throw of precision, yet he was still debating on how to include himself in the rumble. his blue coveralls hang loosely around his fit frame, his head turning towards sunoo's quickly paced frame running across the width of the race track.

it wasn't like jungwon offered to fight in rumbles often. he rather be in jay's garage, tweaking any automobile he could get his hands on. with such brute handy work, you'd assume he would pack a somewhat hard punch, kick, or something like that.

"jungwon-if y'don't do somethin' i'll-" sunghoon grunted while scampering his torso up with one of his feet extending himself high on his car seat. using the newfound angle, he slammed one side of yeonjun's head into his steering wheel and sounded an ear-piercing beep of his car.

a few of yeonjun's lackeys who were beating up jake and riki loosened their hold on them to cover their ears at the sudden crack of sound. jungwon's dark round eyes shifted to your crouched position next to sunghoon's car door and bit down on his lip in uncertainty.

just as you were open your lips to say something, a bright flash behind you distracted your train of thought. everyone's heads collectively fwipped around like there was a magnet placed behind an external magnetic field. a flat hand placed itself against your brow bones in hopes to shield your poor eyes from the bright gleam.

the high-beams of the car switched off.

"that couldn't be..."

your eyelids immediately raised at the appearance of jay park behind the steering wheel, "you think a rumble s'gonna happen without me?!" the familiar boy roared over the loud engines of his car. beside him was a figure with reddish-pink tuffs belonging to someone with a flashy smile. you didn't recognise him at first. hell, you wouldn't believe anyone could with the new colour he was sporting.

it was heeseung.

"jay-heeseung!" the masculine voices near you loudly exclaimed in an imperfect harmony. you sputtered on your own breath while watching as jay diagonally parked in front of sunghoon. his ridiculous sunglasses rested atop of his nose bridge as he exited the car, not even waiting another beat before getting his claws onto yeonjun.

"y'gonna miss this," jay laughed out, rough hands digging into yeonjun's shoulders as he dragged the unsuspecting male out of sunghoon's reach. yeonjun landed onto the course pavement, grunting out with a sore cheek from the brutal number sunghoon did on him.

"those shades look ridiculous," were the first words sunghoon exchanged with the make he hadn't seen for a couple of nights. the reunited duo clasped hands, pulling each other into a half handhake-half embrace position.

your pupils dilated, ears cancelling the noise of your surroundings as you watched heeseung leave the car next. his pink hairdo highlighted him in the moonlight and it only made it harder for your eyes to peel off of him.

he wasn't drenched in car oil, or sums of feet away from you on the race track. he was right there. he was wearing his beloved race jacket and navy jeans thats pocket's occupied his thumbs. his remaining fingers rested on his thighs as he skimmed the scenery. seeing him after countless weeks didn't feel real. but another daydream.

"do-something!" sunoo's heightened scream broke your tunnel vision of lee. he ran right towards jay and sunghoon, on the path past jay before the taller man simply reached a finger out to hook onto the back of sunoo's collar. the forceful halt of his marathon had jeongin and the other couple of boys suddenly freeze in confusion of where sunoo had vanished to.

jeongin huffed with a puffed chest rising and falling like a hyperventilation bag, a mean look on his fatigued face.

"and you's would be?" jay questioned, unhooking his finger from sunoo's collar in which the boy collapsed onto the ground from exhaustion. jeongin balled his fists staring off jay, never having met him before.

"put a lid on it. y'wearin' sunglasses in the middle of the night," jeongin responded with a foul tongue. jay raised an eyebrow, mouth pursing as a smoulder crept onto his face whilst he pushed his sunglasses upwards smugly.

the display of mock confidence was less than appetising, to say the least, "ts' a handicap for you goons. y'gonna need it," jay remarked, his beady eyes analysing the crowd and positions of everyone surrounding. jake, taehyun, beomgyu, hueningkai, riki, sunghoon and even yeonjun had paused their actions, curious to watch what the exchange of banter would entail in the centre of the floor.

"rattle your cage, y'not that important," jeongin spat, turning back to the numbers behind him to whisper something. bangchan, felix and hyunjin were the only three not engaging in the festivities but the appearance of heeseung and jay ushered them towards the centre with everyone else in curiosity.

"well ain't this a kick! thats lee, but with pink hair, ey!" felix's deep voice announced as if heeseung wasn't standing there for minutes already.

"either i get my revenge on your crew for what y'did to lee over there, or you get up and take down these mobs here," jay briskly offered towards yeonjun, extending a hand towards the chestnut haired boy. yeonju had a hand holding his stomach, wheezing out at the collision his back suffered against the concrete ground.

yet, he returned the gesture. he'd know exactly where a battle with jay would end up, and he didn't exactly appreciate the steaming smoke of a cigarette fry his eyeballs again. jay grinned with one side of his mouth as yeonjun beckoned something towards the rest of his group, causing them to release jake and riki from their thresholds.

you were unsure of how to react. on one hand you wanted to run to heeseung, vent to him how much you were dying to see him, see a sliver of his presence to calm the storm in your heart. on the other hand, you wanted to avoid him out of all possible chances he loathed your being for what you did.

his head gradually turned towards you, doe eyes following suit as he noticed your hiding figure. as someone called out his name, he straightened his posture and held out a hand while curling his fingers for a split second to gesture you to follow. your shoulders stiffened as your breath hitched for a split second, hesitantly raising in your stature.

you quickly jogged to heeseung as he held out his forearm, your waist being the perfect place to rest it as he walked with you towards the others. there was no 'hello', no 'how are you?', not even a 'where were you?'. you simply craned your head upwards to lock eyes and admit,

"i missed you so much, hot stuff."

[employee052]

stanarrator grease au in this essay i- (gets shot)

[beezonia]

Watched the grease films so you get this!

Ann and Futaba in those leather jackets just fit well (I’ll add haru and makoto in soon)

(IGNORE FUTABAS FOOT PLEASE)

[ajthedumbass]

Descendants Grease AU (VKs)

We were watching Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies and my partner mentioned a Grease AU for the Descendants characters. So I made aesthetic boards. (Credits to @mjthechaotic for giving me the idea)

I kinda see them as being in between RotPL and the first Grease movie. They probably would be the gangs between 1956-1958.

I kept it simple. VKs are the Pink Ladies and T Birds and the AKs are the Socs.

AK Version

Mal

Mal is the leader of the Pink Ladies. She regularly skips most of her classes except for art, and you can find her work scattered around on the fronts of lockers or on the walls of the school. She usually hangs out at the diner when Uma’s working to avoid going to either of her parents’ houses. She also sometimes crashes in her car or at Evie’s if it’s her mom’s turn to have her.

Evie

Evie has dreamed of being a fashion designer since she was six years old. She regularly has to fight against the dress code at Rydell when she wears her own designs. She likes to sew and design with Carlos, who she’s been friends with since they were toddlers. Her favorite class is chemistry, both because she’s interested in the subject, and because she has her eye on one of her classmates.

Uma

Uma works at her mom’s diner after school, occasionally cutting school to work an extra shift when she needs it. Her favorite place to go is the beach. She regularly goes to surf with her childhood best friends, Gil and Harry. She at first was rivals with her fellow Pink Ladies, but eventually became their friend and joined the gang after they all got weeks of detention for an incident at the Rydell homecoming game their junior year.

Jay

Jay is the leader of the T Birds at Rydell. He often has to fix up the car when it breaks down, though he isn’t as good as Carlos with technical stuff. He helps out with his dad’s antique shop by swiping things from his wealthier peers at school. He’s always the first to bring refreshments when the gangs hang out and watches over all of them like a big brother.

Carlos

Carlos is the youngest T Bird. He skipped a year in Elementary school, putting him in the same grade as the others. He’s good at fixing up cars and often gets free milkshakes at the diner by repairing the jukebox that’s too old for its own good. He volunteers at the animal shelter on the weekends, claiming it would look good on scholarship applications, but he just enjoys spending time with the animals. He spends most nights either at Jay’s or Evie’s to escape his mother’s abuse.

Harry

Harry enjoys fast cars and loud music. He has been written up and given detention on multiple occasions for playing loud rock from his car’s stereo in the parking lot. He often races for the T Birds during disputes with other gangs. He enjoys going to the racetrack to flirt with the ladies, or to the beach to surf with Gil and Uma.

Gil

Gil is always willing to put a smile on his friends’ faces. He’s unwaveringly loyal and is down to help out with whatever crazy scheme Jay or Harry has cooked up. His favorite things to do are going to get a snack at the diner or driving around town with the T Birds. He also loves weekend surfs with Uma and Harry.

[steddieficrec]

hopelessly devoted (to you) by fivecenturiesverse

(1/1 I 8,863 I Teen)

In Miami, on vacation with his parents, Steve meets Eddie. So what if he doesn't get a last name or a phone number, it was a summer fling and they had a great month together. He doesn't realise it was Eddie fucking Munson until the guy has a broken bottle to his neck and they're about to go face interdimensional aliens together. Steve doesn't know when his life became a very fucked up and non-musical version of Grease.

Robin’s lips twitch. “And it was just a summer fling?”

He narrows his eyes at her. “What?”

“You’re such a hopeless romantic, Steve. Sometimes I don’t know what to do with you.” He must look as confused as he feels because she laughs and says, “Dude, you like sighed his name, you’re so done for.”

“Shut up. It’s not like I’m ever going to see him again, is it? I’m never even going to hear his name again. It was a summer fling and that’s all.”

[steviesbicrisis]

Steddie Grease AU where Eddie and Steve have a fling during the summer and think they will never see each other again.

Then Steve transfers to Eddie's school after the summer and their encounter isn't like he thought it would be: Eddie barely acknowledges his existence, especially when he's around his clique.

Steve guesses Eddie doesn't want to let people know that he's gay, he's hurt but he can't do much but accept it. He understands.

Eddie is the school's resident bad boy, and Steve hangs out with preppy guys from the baseball team, their social circles are completely different.

During the school year, he tries to move on, gets into the baseball team, goes on a few dates with what he considers the completely opposite of Eddie (girls who are neat, polite, and boring) but it's all in vain because Eddie always finds a way back into Steve's life, even for just a few minutes, and Steve goes back to square one.

He is confused and frustrated: when they're alone, Eddie acts like he did in the summer, sweet and caring, when they're at school he pretends he doesn't exist.

When he finally confides to his new best friend, Robin, she gives him a simple answer: Eddie, in Robin's book, is put off by Steve's polished looks.

Steve finds it ridiculous, especially since he looked like that in the summer as well, but the more he thinks about it, the more realizes she's probably right: Eddie has been acting strange and distant only when his friends or Steve's friends are around.

The realization makes Steve come up with a plan: with Robin's help, he builds up an outfit consisting of a lot of leather, tight-fit clothes, and puffy curly hair and wears it at the end of the year's carnival.

Eddie's reaction when he sees him is priceless, but Steve gives him zero attention throughout the whole evening, enjoying Eddie's suffering look.

Only at the end of the evening, Steve decides to give him a little bit of his attention.

«So, did we learn something today?» he asks, approaching Eddie in the parking lot, who's sitting in the back of his van, looking a little miserable. Their friends are still enjoying the rides.

He looks up, surprised that Steve is talking to him «what?»

Steve sits next to him, Eddie can't stop staring at him and he enjoys it «now you know what it feels like to be ignored.»

Eddie looks surprised, then blushes «well, I guess I deserved that» he admits, sheepishly.

«You so did dude, look what I had to do to get your attention!» he gestures at his clothes and hair.

«You always have my attention» Eddie replies immediately, getting an unconvinced look from Steve «you do! I know I've acted kinda like an ass and I'm sorry, but it's true! I just can't not look at you, that's why I-» he stops talking, looking conflicted, Steve presses his shoulder against his to encourage him «that's why I've been ignoring you. But today you look so- ugh, illegal? I couldn't help it.»

«I'd like it if you looked at me. I liked what we had last summer. If you liked it too, why are you acting like this?»

«Because this» Eddie gestures at Steve's outfit «is all temporary. Tonight you'll go back to your white mansion with a picket fence and your wealthy life and preppy clothes, nice girls who are dying to get a date with you and I'll stay like this! With the hand-me-down leather jackets, the bad boy look that your parents wouldn't approve of and surely not enough money to give you what you're used to» he finishes his speech, looking at his worn-down shoes.

«So this isn't about you being embarrassed of me because I don't look like this every day and you being afraid of your friend's judgment?»

«I would never be embarrassed of you. But yeah, I do care about what my friends think» he admits «they look up to me and I'm often concerned about doing the thing they expect me to do. I've noticed that, in the past year» he doesn't say it but gives Steve a side look that makes him understand that this realization is also because of him «but I realized that they don't care as much as I thought they did. And honestly, if they did, I would've dropped their asses off. Do you care what your friends think? about me?»

«Dude, I've known these people for a couple of months, I don't really give a shit about what they think. Oh, except Robin of course, if she doesn't like you, then you're dead to me» he says in a serious tone, making Eddie laugh heartily.

«But anyways» he adds, taking one of Eddie's hands in his «if you still like me like you did in the summer, and the only problem is that you believe I'm too much of a rich kid for you, then I must say you're kind of an idiot. And a dumbass.»

Eddie squeezes his hand «yeah? how come?» his tone is weirdly fond for someone who has just been insulted.

«For starters, I don't live in a mansion, it's a normally sized house, and you'll see when you come over. Secondly, I do have a wealthy life, but I also have shitty parents who think they can buy my love with their money. And finally, I think I made it pretty clear that I don't want to date any nice girl but just the one guy sitting next to me.»

As he's sitting next to the most beautiful guy Eddie has ever seen, who not only ditched his nice polished clothes for leather pants and a tight shirt just for him and who's saying all of those nice things about him that he totally doesn't deserve, he can't help but wonder out loud «Are you even real, Steve Harrington?»

It's Steve's turn to laugh. Eddie briefly looks around to be sure that they're alone, before pulling Steve close to kiss him.

«I've been wanting to do this since I saw you the first day at school» he admits.

«As I said, you're an idiot, and a dumbass.»

----

They ditch both of their friend groups who -as they’re passing next to them in Eddie’s van- shout at Steve, for leaving without saying goodbye, and at Eddie, for leaving them without a ride home.

As Steve is laughing and waving at them in the passenger seat, Eddie realizes he really doesn't care about his friends' reactions.

And that Steve is right: he had been an idiot. And a dumbass.

[lettersfromaphrodite]

[20.30]

― pairing : Hyunjin x fem! reader ― content warnings : fluff, angst with a happy ending, smut, grease! au - therefore it's the 50's, fwb to lovers (Reader is a Pink), unprotected sex (wrap it up y’all) ― word count : 4.084

― notes : this fic looks familiar?it is! I’m reposting ALL my works on this brand new blog and therefore please, bear with me! as always, askbox is always open and feedbacks are always welcome 💌

🕺 GREASE! STRAY KIDS SERIES

Chris part one | part two // Changbin // Jisung // Hyunjin // Seungmin // Minho // Felix // Jeongin

Hyunjin was a pain in the ass - quite literally. It’s been a long year since you became his Pink and, as cliché as it was; you had a big, fat crush on him. You started hanging out with Stray Kids long before he joined the group, as soon as Hyunjin transferred to your school, the boy for sure didn’t go unnoticed.

Long legs, thin waist, wide shoulders, perfect body, big doe eyes and full plump lips. He was literally perfect. He joined Stray Kids, and the two of you naturally grew closer: you became friends, you hooked up once. Then twice. Then, you basically never stopped.

Needless to say, you found out that Hyunjin was perfect also during sex. The problem was that even if the boy clearly had a clear preference for you - which didn’t go unnoticed by both the other boys and by the other Pink Ladies, he never choose you as his exclusive Pink.

So there you were, sitting on the couch at the local disco quietly sipping your drink, throwing imaginary daggers at the girl which was dancing with Hyunjin as if they were dancing in a small and tight closet instead of a freaking wide dancefloor.

Someone plopped down next to you on the couch, and you sighed, immediately recognizing the whiff of cologne.

«Please,» you glanced at Chris, sitting next to you. «Remind me why I don’t have a crush on you.» he erupted into a wide smile, referring to the fact that his Pink became his official girlfriend a couple of months since they first started hanging out. «Is it because I like idiots?» you wondered again, Chris silently chuckling at your tipsy rambling. «Oh no, I like idiots.» you exclaimed, with the same surprise as you finally found the missing piece of the puzzle you were solving, catching the attention of a couple dancing next to you.

Surprise quite turned into disappointment as you caught Hyunjin glancing towards your direction before kissing that girl.

You went home shortly after that, tossing your pink jacket to the floor and trying to fall asleep without crying over, well, an idiot.

Hyunjin made you feel like you were on a never-ending rolling coaster.

One day you’d see him walking home with a girl – which turned out to be Changbin’s Pink and not you, and then for a week straight you’d be spread out on his mattress begging him to make you come, your chest covered with bite-marks and his plump lips biting your ear as he groaned how perfect you were, how tight you were and of course “You’re all mine.” which confused you each time. At some point, you were wondering if he was mocking you.

Hyunjin loved to be rough. He loved to mark you up – marks that you never saw on the girl hanging out with him in your place, and see your legs shake after he made you come several time in a row.

However, there were also few rare moments where Hyunjin would be incredibly soft: his face would hover above yours as he thrusted inside you with slow, passionate movements, muffling your moans with soft and tender kisses.

Hyunjin was confusing, and the only thing you were absolutely sure about were your feelings for him and the fact that he was on your mind a little more than you actually wanted to.

«Oh, there it was!» you rolled on your side, catching a glimpse of your zippo lighter on Hyunjin’s nightstand. The boy sheepishly groaned next to you, propping his naked body on his elbow, reaching towards your hip with one hand. «I’ve been looking for this for weeks!» you grabbed it, ready to get up from his bed and leave as you always did but this time, he mumbled a quiet and almost inaudible “Stay.”

You furrowed your brows in confusion and glanced towards him, to see if you heard him just right when in response and he gave you a small, shy smile while widening the blanket, tapping the mattress next to him.

You played with the lighter in your hand, pondering on what to do.

You never stayed, not once.

He never asked you to stay, not once.

So, what was wrong with him now to ask you to stay and sleep with him?

With the hint of a nod, you laid back on the mattress, and Hyunjin immediately wrapped his strong arms around you, wordlessly pulling your naked frame against his naked one.

«Also, I’m gonna keep this.» he whispered, snatching the zippo away from your hand and placing it inside a drawer of his nightstand. To say that his actions confused you even more was an understatement. To say that after this, it would have been even more difficult to get a hold of your feelings for him was an understatement.

However, you tried to ignore your brain and let yourself fall asleep in Hyunjin’s arms, his heartbeat and his quiet breathing lulling you to sleep.

That small bubble of happiness exploded quite soon, much to your dismay; few days later, you saw Hyunjin walking away from school with Changbin’s Pink.

«The only man a girl can depend on is her Daddy.» you stated feeling a little bit too tipsy, answering to Seungmin’s incoherent blabbering. You didn’t notice Hyunjin’s amused smirk as he tightened his arm around you, taking your glass away from you and placing it somewhere on the tables next to you.

«Are you saying you can’t depend on me?» Hyunjin playfully asked. «Am I not your Daddy?» he added, whispering against your ear so that the others wouldn’t be hearing his words.

You scoffed, immediately. «Of course I can’t depend on you.» your tone was probably a bit too harsh, and your serious expression in contrast to Hyunjin’s shocked face caused both Jisung and Minho to almost choke on the drinks they were sipping.

Hyunjin wordlessly led you to the dancefloor, his thighs between yours as you slowly grinded to the rhythm of the song they were playing. You smiled to yourself, now familiar with this kind of dancing which was quickly spreading around between young people. They used to call it “dirty dancing”, since it was way more touchy than needed - compared to how people have been dancing since then, and it recalled somehow the intimacy of a sexual intercourse. 

Hyunjin had one arm on the small of your back, and the other was delicately caressing your arms, your face, and your lips. One of your hands were on his chest, while the other was laying on his nape, your eyes quickly drifting from his eyes to your lips as he grinded your bodies together, his thigh brushing against the hem of your dress, lifting it up every now and then. Hyunjin mirrored your actions, and with a swift move he inched down to kiss you, savouring your lips as your body sensually moved together. His hand, which was previously caressing your body in a teasing way, now, was travelling dangerously close to the hem of your skirt, and you blocked his wrist.

«Bathroom?» you mouthed, pointing to its direction. Talking would have been useless, due to the high volume of the music. Hyunjin nodded, interlocking your fingers together and quickly leading you into one of the bathroom stalls, locking the door behind the two of you. His lips found yours immediately, quickly backing you up against the wall of the small stall, one hand pressed against the wall, next to your head and the other lazily wrapped around your neck, the cold metal of the rings he wore on his fingers in contrast with your hot skin made you shiver. You kissed him back with equal fervour, both your hands slipping in the back pockets of his tight jeans, pushing his body further into yours. It happened in a blur, if you had to be honest.

One moment Hyunjin was covering your neck with open-mouthed kisses and the other he was restlessly thrusting into your heat mumbling incoherent praises against your skin, both his hands under your thighs to keep you up against the wall and your arms around his neck, legs tightly wrapped around his waist to prevent yourself from falling. You lost yourself in his frantic movements; Hyunjin covered your mouth with his hand to muffle your moans, his rings pressed against your swollen lips.

The bathroom’s door suddenly opened, catching both your attention. Hyunjin immediately stilled inside you, his head falling into the crook of your shoulder – his long styled hair brushing your cheek, he was still effortlessly holding your body against the wall, as you both tried to sharpen your ear to overhear the conversation going on.

«Hyunjin is such an idiot.» you recognized Minho’s voice, and Hyunjin quietly scoffed next to you, lifting his head and bringing the hand which was covering your mouth to his lips, using his index finger to indicate you not to make any noise. You nodded, balancing yourself better in his hold and purposely clenching tight around his length, pleased with yourself as you felt his hot breath hitch against your skin.

«She’s such a doll.» you heard someone add. Jisung?

«He should probably snap out of it before he ruins everything and I’ll punch him in his pretty face.» a raspy voice added, you recognized it as Changbin’s.

They chatted for a little while, you shortly wondered what and whom the fuck they were talking about but Hyunjin’s pulsing length, his body flushed against yours and the intoxicating smell of his cologne prevented you from thinking clearly.  They left not much later and with a strained moan, Hyunjin went back to his ministrations, attaching his lips on every part of your skin he could reach as he pounded into you, slapping noises of your bodies filling the now quiet and empty bathroom.

«Come for me, Doll.» Hyunjin’s hushed voice whispered against your ear and his thumb found your clit, rubbing in circular shapes that matched his frantic pace. You came with a choked moan, the intense feeling of your orgasm spreading in your body and he followed you, softly biting your neck as he came buried deep inside your walls. You both laughed quietly, and Hyunjin suddenly captured your lips in a kiss.

His usually rough and passionate kiss were nowhere to be seen, this kiss was slow, tender and almost shy. Hyunjin’s lips would blindly run after yours anytime you inched back, he’d kiss you again, and again and again, creating a strike of infinite soft kisses. You did not know yet, but Hyunjin hid in this kiss his secret emotions, his secret love confession; and unknowingly, you did the same, kissing him with tenderness and gently caressing his cheek. When you both went back on the dancefloor, you kept dancing together.

For some strange reason, Hyunjin refused to leave your side. Was it what you both heard in the bathroom? Was it possible that the boys were talking about you?

Days went by, and nothing changed: you and Hyunjin fell back on the same old routine. Hyunjin was confusing, and you were tired. Chris and his girlfriend were right next to you when, after school, you saw Changbin’s Pink and Hyunjin laughing together before hopping in his car and go away.

Something inside you finally snapped. You loved Hyunjin, you loved his stupid and dumb side, you loved how he’d be whining while sitting on the floor and ask you to style his hair, you loved his laugh, his ragged breathing and choked moans when you had sex.

However, you were tired of scenes like this repeating themselves. You would let your heart fill with hope of your stupid love being returned just to feel your hopes and your heart crushed due to his actions. You wondered who the idiot between the two of you was really. You finally realized that probably, it was you. You felt a sweet and pleasing whiff of perfume surround you, and thin arms closing around your shoulders.

«Come on, love.» Chris’s girlfriend gave you a sweet smile.

«Come with us, let’s go eat something.» Chris finished for her, holding your hand and leading both of you to his car. You sighed, dejected, wishing for a moment to have something like them.

What defnitely made you snap was what happened at the Frosty Palace as soon as the others joined you.

«He’d better hurry up with this, I’m tired to see my girlfriend hanging out with him.» you overheard Changbin’s raspy voice hiss, only to be hushed by Jisung as soon as they spotted you already sitting with the others. You did not pay attention to that, but instead to the girl which, few moments later, arrived clinging to Hyunjin’s arms just to run over Changbin and sit on his lap. Changbin kissed her shoulder as they both mumbled something which you couldn’t hear.

“Oh, so they’re really sharing?” You felt a bubble of rage and jealousy wash over you; you did not touch your food for the rest of the night, leaving the plate half-full. Both the fact that you stopped eating and you barely spoke didn’t go unnoticed, both Seungmin and Jeongin sharing worried glances as they asked you if everything was okay. You simply nodded at them, the hint of a smile on your lips, but you knew better that they did not believe you.

The fact that you let your hopes up once again was making your blood boil, and you suddenly stood up, grabbing your bag before placing your Pink jacket on the table, right in front of Hyunjin. His eyes widened, confusion written all over his face. You were sure that if you had not been so emotionally tired, you would kiss his pout away and tell him that it was a stupid joke, everything was okay. Instead, you gave him a bitter smile, silently wondering what you did not give him, yet.

«Do I really owe you an explanation?» your bitter laugh was short. «Have fun with your girlfriends.» you added, leaving the jacket on the table and quickly leaving before anyone could realize what happened and act up.

Hyunjin had fucked up. Or probably, you did since you knew better not to fall for him. For the following week you did not show up at school, fooling yourself with the weak belief that if you did not see him – or the others, for a while you would have gotten over Hyunjin in less time.

You quietly brushed your hair, hoping that clean clothes after a warm shower would make you feel a little better, when your mom faintly knocked at your door.

«There’s one of your friends in the living room, she’s waiting for you.» she told you with a gentle smile, and you shortly nodded at her, walking downstairs with the conviction you’d find Chris’ girlfriend waiting for you. You scoffed in disbelief when sitting on your couch there was not here but instead, Changbin’s Pink was hesitantly looking at you with a shy smile.

«You can go, I’m not interested.» you spat, turning on your heels, feeling your blood boil.

«Wait! Please.» she hastily said, ready to get up from the couch and walk towards you.

“Let’s get over with this,” you thought to yourself as you faced her again, and told her to make it quick. She nodded, playing with a tiny box in his hands.

«I wanted to start with saying that between me and Hyunjin… It’s not what you think.» you scoffed at the stupid choice of words, ready to get up and walk away any moment. «He has-He asked me to help him with some things that are not for me to say but I can assure you, Changbin and the others were aware of this.» she briefly explained, searching for your eyes.

«Do you really expect me to believe this?» you raised an eyebrow at her. You saw her shoulders fall briefly, before placing over the table the small box she was playing with.

«This is as much as I am allowed to tell you. If you want to know the rest, you have to come at the Frosty Palace tonight.» she offered you a kind smile.

«Aware of what?» you inquired, but she briefly shook his head, a kind smile plastered on her face.

«Frosty Palace. 20.30.» she chanted, before getting up, ready to walk away.

«Why did you come?» you whispered, not sure if you wanted to be heard or not. She knelt in front of you, moving a strand of hair behind your ear.

«Being a Pink Lady doesn’t mean we can’t be friends with each other.» she gently lift your chin, to look at you. «Hyunjin had good intentions, but, he’s a bit of an idiot when it comes to deal with his feelings.» she walked away and you sat there, trying to process your thoughts.

“20.30 at the Frosty Palace,” she said. Would you go?

With a loud sigh, you grabbed the tiny box that Changbin’s girl left, and walked towards your bedroom, plopping on your bed. You probably stared at it for at least half an hour, doubting on whether to open it or not. “This is as much as I am allowed to tell you”, she said. Too bad that she left you even more confused than you originally were. You spent the afternoon tossing and turning in your bed, when finally you decided to open the small box.

You got up in a sitting position, mumbling a soft “what the actual fuck”, as you hesitantly took the small, silver necklace in your hand. There was a small, silver “H” dandling from it, and you furrowed your brows in confusion, was it for you? Was it a mistake? Your cheeks covered in a faint blush, and you tried desperately not to cling too hard on the last glimmer of hope you had left.

You arrived at the Frosty Palace half an hour later than you should have, welcomed by Chris and his girlfriend passionately making out right outside the front door.

«Hello to you, too.» you mumbled, wondering if you did the right thing by coming.

You spotted both Changbin and his girl talking to Hyunjin, which was half sitting on the table with what seemed a dejected look.  The tight jeans he wore perfectly hugged his thighs, and his black leather jacket made his shoulders appear even wider. What really caught your attention, tho, was his not styled hair. His hair was long, in a half ponytail, some strands falling in his eyes.

As Changbin’s eyes met your gaze, you realized that you indeed made a big mistake by coming there. Judging by your heart speeding up at the mere sight of Hyunjin, you quickly figured out you were still not ready to face him.

However, the group – included Hyunjin, already spotted you, and before you managed to turn on yourself and walk away, you saw both Minho and Jisung quickly making their way in front of the door, clumsily bumping against each other as they blocked your way. Even if you told them to move out of the way, they would firmly shake their head, making your roll your eyes in response.

«Hey, can we talk?» you heard Hyunjin’s voice quietly calling from behind you, way too close for comfort. Your shoulders fell, and you turned around, your eyes looking anywhere but at his face. «I was an idiot,» he started, and you felt your stomach twist. «I spent half of the time denying my own feelings for you, and as soon as I decided not to run away from them, I still managed to hurt you.» he said, in a weak voice. You bit the inside of your cheek, shifting your weight from one feet to the other before finally looking at him. His eyes were a bit glossy, his gaze was honest. You noticed the faint black circles under his eyes, but tried not to read too much into it. «I love you, Doll. And I’m an idiot for hurting you in the process.» he continued, his hand hovering over your cheek, almost afraid to touch you without your permission.

You furrowed your brows in confusion, still refusing to voice your thoughts. Hyunjin sighed, briefly running his hand through his soft hair before quickly jumping on the empty table next to him. «Okay, everyone-» he started, claiming people’s attention. You looked around, a furious blush on your face. You caught your friends looking at the both of you, some with encouraging, and some with amused smiles.

«Hyunjin, stop. People are staring.» you spoke, for the first time that night. Hyunjin ignored you, and spoke with a loud voice. «This girl right here,» he pointed at you as he looked around, and you felt your cheeks burn as people starting to look at you. «I love her. And I fucked up. So I’m here, a desperate idiot confessing, wondering if she could maybe forgive me and we could- maybe start over. As a proper couple.» he turned towards you, crouching on his knees to get closer to you his voice slightly lowered, «I really do love you, Doll. Am I too late?» Hyunjin smiled at you, his voice slightly trembling. You scoffed, turning your head trying to hide your smile. The truth was, you would probably would have waited months for him to realise his feelings.

«Get down here, Hyunjin.» you watched as he complied, easily getting off from the table and standing in front of you, towering you with his height. You hesitantly held his hand, mumbling a quiet «I love you, too.» Hyunjin was quick to wrap his arms around you, holding you close. Butterflies danced in your stomach as you felt once again the smell of his cologne surround your senses; his heart’s quick pace matching yours. Your boyfriend lifted your chin, in order to connect your lips together. Your friends started screaming, while other people already went back to eating end enjoy their night before Hyunjin decided to jump on the table. You felt him smile on your lips, as he continued to tenderly kiss you, and you smiled back. Your felt your heart swell, you were finally complete.

You were in love with Hyunjin and Hyunjin  loved you back. There wouldn’t be no more jealousy and no more nights spent wondering why he didn’t love you back. He was your boyfriend now, he loved you back. You incredulously kept repeating these words into your head, letting everything sink in. The proof of it not being a dream were Hyunjin’s soft lips mumbling sweet and sincere “I love you” against your lips.

You detached from him as you felt heavy fabric being draped on your shoulders. As you turned your head on the left, you found Changbin’s Pink softly smiling at you, as she gently patted the jacket you had abandoned on a table of the Frosty Palace the week before, right back on your shoulders.

Hyunjin’s hand snaked around your waist, and he timidly adverted his gaze. «I asked her to help me to buy you something, but I think I’ve lost it-»

«I stole it!» she quickly interrupted him, linking her arms with yours. «And gave it to her. Why do you think she came here in the first place?» her smile in contrast to Hyunjin’s shocked expression made you giggle.

«I’m really sorry.» you quietly told her, but she gently shook her head.

«Trust me, if I were you,» she said, looking towards Changbin which was already looking at her with a gentle and loving smile. «I would have done the same.»

Later that night, Hyunjin held your body close as you came together, his lips brushing against yours as he breathed a soft “I love you.” You kissed him, breathing a soft whine against his lips as he slid out of you, rolling your bodies together so that you’d be partially laying on top of him.

«So, tomorrow… How about pancakes for breakfast, love?» he whispered, kissing your hair as he gently caressed your back. You nodded, smiling at his soft tooth, as you felt your eyes growing heavier.

«I’m in, we’ll cook them together.» You kissed his chest.

«Together.» Hyunjin’s small and excited voice was the last thing you heard before falling asleep in your boyfriend’s strong arms.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Darcy Lewis/Brock Rumlow Characters: Darcy Lewis, Brock Rumlow, Vision (Marvel) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Grease (1978) Fusion, What If... Wanda was into musicals instead of sitcoms, Brock is a T-Bird, Darcy is NOT a Pink Lady Series: Part 75 of Bingo Bonanza Summary:

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