#yonghee fluff

[leejeongz]

Can I ask for a shy first date with yonghee w a kiss that gradually turns into a make out session? 👀 I love this man sm

not so shy anymore - kim yonghee (cix)

pairing: yonghee x gn!reader

genre: fluff, maybe a tiny bit suggestive

word count: 1.9k

warnings: suggestive content, mentions of food, make out, mentions of thunder, mutual pining, friends to lovers

summary: with your first date cut short thanks to the rain, yonghee invites you back to his flat where you share more than just a pizza.

your train pulled into the station and stopped for merely a few minutes before leaving again. luckily for you, you’d already managed to fight your way to the front of the crowded carriage so that you could be the first one off, you weren’t missing out on this date no matter what. after asking someone on the platform for directions, you made your way to the gate, yonghee nervously waiting for you on the other side. you decided to avoid eye contact, you smiled down to yourself as you scanned your ticket, he was even more handsome than you remember.

yonghee, one year older than you, or one year wiser than you was how he liked to think of it, had a secret crush on you since high school but had to move to a town a few miles away thanks to his dad’s occupation. you stayed in touch as (flirtatious) friends, although his feelings never faded. one year later, he finally plucked up the courage to ask you on a date and now here you were, both excited to see each other again.

he waved gently as you walked towards him, an uncontrollable bounce in your step. neither of you were huggers, maybe a high five was okay but that’s too weird for a date, isn’t it?

“the weather forecast got worse,” he greeted you with a wide smile, contradicting his dampening statement.

you were more than thankful though, you no longer had the “10 ways to make meeting an old friend even more awkward” checklist whirling around in your mind.

“do you think we’ll still be able to go to the outdoor markets?” you pouted, contrary to your usual character.

“we can try,” yonghee insisted, leading the way out of the station towards the centre of the town, where the market had been set up.

you trailed behind him, struggling to keep up with the boy that had somehow grown another inch or two since you last saw him. you looked up only to be overshadowed by huge black clouds, full of rain.

“oh,” yonghee turned back to see you at least a foot away from him, “i should slow down,” he stopped and waited for you to reach him and catch your breath. “did you bring an umbrella?” he asked hopefully, the small chance of you having one getting even smaller when he noticed the bag you’d brought with you was only enough for a card wallet and your phone to fit inside. you shook your head and regretfully pursed your lips into a sorry smile. “oh well, they’ll be sheltered anyway, i think.”

the walk was only a few minutes, which felt like a very long time with a silent yonghee by your side, his hand brushing over yours every few steps before you finally gave in and grabbed it. the rain had held off for the most part, one or two droplets but nothing to worry about. that was until you’d finally reached the market stalls. there was little to no shelter, there were no complementary umbrellas, you just had to trust that your hood didn’t fly off of your head in the wind. to your dismay, the majority of the stalls were closed due to the forecast, lightning threatening the owners, scaring them away from making a sale.

“yonghee,” you stopped as you reached one of the very few sheltered sheds, “i think we should just come back another day,” you sulked. obviously you didn’t want to go home, but you wondered if he had other ideas on what to do in his local area. yonghee’s free hand begged to find yours as you faced each other, his eyes still wandering from stall to stall, anywhere but your eyes. “but you came all this way, that doesn’t seem fair,” he thought for a moment, hoping you wouldn’t talk as he weighed up the pros and cons of inviting you back to his place. “my flat isn’t that far away from here, we can chill there until the weather stops misbehaving,” he tutted at the clouds as a disgruntled teacher would at their naughty children. “just to hang out, i mean, i’m not that type of guy,” he clarified, knowing that you’d be a little cautious but hoping that you’d trust him given that you had been friends for a while, not to mention the innocent red glow lighting up his cheeks as he regretting his choice of words.

you agreed with a shy nod, letting go of one of his hands and letting him once again guide you through the brooding streets of his town. as you walked on, you decided that, actually, it was a pretty nice town, you’d definitely want to come back when it's not so wet, especially if it meant you got to see yonghee again.

“sorry? did you say something?” he asked. you shook your head and furrowed your brows but decided it must have just been some distant thunder that he’d heard. you gripped his hand tighter with the notion that the storm was getting closer, praying that his flat was nearby.

“when did you get your own place?” you asked, trying to break the silence.

“hmm, about 2 months ago, i’m still not used to living alone,” he pressed his free hand to his lips to warm up his fingers, before stopping outside of the only high rise building in town and entering a code. you looked up at the purposefully darkened windows of the building, admiring it, yonghee waiting with the door open. it seemed a little out of place, but yonghee suited the modern vibe, so you didn’t mention it.

“what floor are you on?” you asked, still in awe. he responded by holding up 7 fingers, which you remembered to be his lucky number.

“you’re okay walking that, right?” yonghee joked as he pressed for the elevator, “i’ll be up there cheering you on, don’t worry, honey,” his eyes widened and averted from yours as the pet name slipped off of his tongue, you smiled, flushing a similar shade of red as the illuminated elevator button.

a gruelling minute of silence past, the elevator stopped on floor 7 and you followed yonghee down the corridor to his flat, the door a sleek shade of dark gray, opposing his brilliant white puffer jacket that he’d opted to wear for your date.

“let me take your jacket,” he invited you inside and waited for you to remove your soaking wet coat before hanging it on the only empty hook by the door.

“that’s a lot of jackets,” you noticed, saying absolutely anything that came into your head as you’d now realised that you’re going to have to be the one to lead the conversation given that he’s back to his shy self.

his hand stroked over them as he let out a quiet “yeah.”

you grabbed your phone from your bag and checked the time, 12:30. almost on cue, your tummy rumbled.

“hungry? wanna order chicken? pizza?” he suggested, unzipping his coat pocket and taking out his phone, a little awkwardly since his coat was also hung up.

you nodded excitedly, “pizza!” you reminisced on the time the math club at your school bought pizzas to congratulate you on your team's success, which was definitely all down to you and him since you were the only ones on the team that actually cared about maths.

“do you remember when-”

“when you accidentally threw garlic mayo all over your uniform, yes i do,” you laughed and he joined.

“i thought we said we’d never talk about that?” he pouted as the laughter faded “but now it’s only fair that i remind you of the time you told the judges your home address instead of which school you came from.”

before you’d even realised, you were comfortably sitting next to him on his seemingly brand new sofa giggling away at all the stories you had from math club, something any “ordinary” person would label boring or nerdy. that’s what you liked about yonghee, he was just like you in that sense, a little bit nerdy, but definitely not boring.

“you know, that was when i realised that i really liked you,” the joking atmosphere disappeared.

“to be honest,” you let out a laugh louder than you had anticipated as your hand fell to his thigh which immediately tensed, “i started liking you long before that. i didn’t think someone as handsome as you would ever be in math club so it was pretty much from the day i walked in and saw you sitting at the table.”

“you’re so shallow, only caring about my undoubtedly beautiful face,” he scoffed, “but i mean it, you’ve been the only person i’ve thought about like that since, nobody makes my heart race like you did. like you do.” he corrected himself quickly.

your eyes followed his lips as he spoke, they were smooth and pinkish but all you could think about was how pretty they’d look after you’d kissed him. this didn’t go unnoticed by yonghee, his eyes were doing the same, every so often he saw that your lips would twitch with shyness, he thought it was adorable.

you leaned in, he did the same, taking a timid hand to tuck a still quite damp piece of your hair behind your ear. lips almost touching, he whispered against them “can i kiss you?”

you let out a heavy breath and nodded ever so slightly. you gently pecked his lips and he followed suit, the time between each peck getting quicker and quicker until neither of you were prepared to pull away.

the hand that previously tucked your hair behind your ear now rested at your neck, his thumb absentmindedly stroking your cheek, sometimes touching your ear as the kiss deepened. the push and pull of your lips was something that you’d both been thinking about for a long time, now it was finally happening, it seemed like there was no one else in the world, just you, and him. his other hand finally caught hold of your waist, he’d been trailing it up and down your side a few times before tugging at it, begging for you to get on top of him.

you stood your ground which made yonghee smile into the kiss, he liked that you knew what you wanted. but deciding now was the right time to show you exactly what you’d been missing out on all this time, yonghee took your bottom lip between his teeth and bit down gently, letting go as he felt you pulling away slightly.

worried that he’d done something wrong, he shot back into his seat, out of your eye line. “did i do something wrong?” he asked innocently.

“no, but we forgot to order the pizza!” you reminded him with a laugh. he let out a small, still cautious laugh, causing you to turn to look at him. his lips were exactly as you imagined, slightly swollen, maybe even a little bruised, “oh well, we have a lot of lost time to catch up on.”

you swung a leg over yonghee and straddled him, exactly as he wanted, before cupping his face with both hands and kissing him firmly on his lips. his hands rested naturally at your lower back, tracing the words “be mine” onto some of your exposed skin, knowing that you won’t even realise.

[seunghunney]

rainy days

pairing: kim yonghee x you

words: 60

masterlist

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[17:39] boyfriend yonghee played with your hair as you lay on the couch, watching the rain. the sound providing a serene lullaby, your eyes slowly fluttered shut as you felt a light kiss on your forehead and a small ‘i love you y/n.’ you snuggled closer to your boyfriend and in that moment you knew, rainy days were your favourite.

[cutie-cix]

I have no idea if y’all have seen that video of yonghee tickling hyunsuk while they did a radio thing (idol radio?? Idk I wasn’t paying attention)

ANYWAYS Yonghee is usually never affectionate with you unless he knows for sure you’re in private BUT

You sometimes catch him being a little bit(emphasis on little bit) handsy with you. It starts with a hand on the small of your back, which shifts slowly over to your waist and wraps around gradually to squeeze you ever so gently.

When you ask him what’s up, he just looks at you lovingly, but his eyes keep moving down to your lips, so just know he’s needy.

I have a STRONG belief that he would never ever touch you to make a move on you, worried he would be doing something wrong, so he says it with his eyes. They’re sparkling in a way they don’t usually do & he’s just full of lust and love. He makes LOTS of eye contact and if he gets the ok from you, he’ll press tender & lingering kisses on your neck, jawline and cheek before he lays a passionate one on your lips as his hands run through your hair.

Oh and once that kiss is over and you’re catching your breath he bites his lip and just looks deep into your eyes, smirking a little.

[joochansimp]

sealed with a kiss | yonghee

you’re a princess and yonghee is part of the royal guard. he has been away for months and you miss him almost too much to bare. every day you worry and hope he comes back from the war in your kingdom. and one day, he does.

tags: fluff, so much fluff, tiny bit of angst, historical au, mentions of light wounds

four months, one week and fifteen days. that’s how long you’ve had to endure without yonghee. it has been the longest four months of your life. even when you were sick with the flu for three weeks, which at the time had felt like a lifetime, hadn’t felt as dreadfully long as this. you know he hadn’t had a choice, that as a part of the royal guard it was his duty to go and do what he does best: take his place as an archer in the army whenever it was needed anywhere in the kingdom. 

as long as the civil war had been going on, he has been gone, and day in day out you are afraid to receive word that he will not come back alive. he had made a promise on the day he left, when you were in your comfortable bed, naked and tangled up in each other, kissing your nose softly as he had whispered that no matter what, he would return to you, safe and sound. you had wanted to believe him. desperately. 

“you worry too much,” he had chuckled softly, lightly pressing his nose against your cheek, something he always did when he wanted a kiss and you weren’t facing him. you had turned to him, a smile on your face that hadn’t reached your eyes. he kissed you then, soft and gentle, yet determined to prove that he meant what he said. sealed with a kiss. 

no one knows how long this war will last, but even if it wasn’t for the fact that you hated being separated from your lover, it breaks your heart that it hasn’t been resolved yet. this is a matter between different civilians, and since your father, the king, can’t let his people ravage each other, he had had no choice but to send the royal guard on a mission to make sure no people would get unnecessarily hurt. it did, however, happen often enough that they needed to step in when a battle would take place. three, so far, you heard. three too many, for many reasons. especially because it put yonghee in danger. 

watching the sunset from the long, slightly arched bridge, you wonder if he is looking up at the sky too. it is painted with pinks and purples, a cloud dotted against the light blue here and there. it is beautiful. almost as beautiful as him, you think to yourself. you would often watch sunsets together, be it in the royal gardens, at the large pond behind the palace or from your balcony. it made his skin glow a stunning gold, a sight that is engraved in your memory, probably forever. 

“how long...” you whisper under your breath, your elbows leaning on the wooden railing of the bridge. “how long before you come back to me.” 

“how about... three seconds?” 

for a moment you think you imagine the familiar voice and you are positive you have gone insane with longing, but a feeling in your gut tells you that this is no hallucination. you quickly turn and see him at the edge of the bridge, a smile spreading onto his lips. he looks rough; his hair is dirty and looks like it hasn’t been washed or combed in days, if not longer. his robes are torn in some places and blood stained and you hope with all your might that it isn’t his blood. his face has smudges of dirt here and there and what looks to be a fresh scar on his brow, but other than that... he looks like the yonghee you know and love. 

you suck in a gasp as you hurry over to him, right into his open arms, and you hug him tighter than you ever have before. he winces lightly but holds you just as tight and you stand there, in each other’s embrace for god knows how long. your eyes are firmly shut, stinging with tears as they trickle down your cheeks, still processing that he is, in fact, back. 

“it’s alright, my love, i am here,” he whispers, one arm wrapped tightly around your waist, while his free hand is in your hair, holding you as close to his chest as possible. “as i promised.”

although yonghee isn’t badly hurt, it is still more than you’d like to see. his eyebrow has already been patched up, most likely over a week old, but he has a bruise on his side that tells you he probably had a broken rib or two. other than that, you have to admit that he is lucky to have gotten away with such light wounds. from what you heard after having gone into the palace with him, there had been nothing short of a blood bath a few days ago. the only good thing about that day, was that the conflict seemed to be resolved now, which is why he had been able to finally come back to the palace. the war is over. 

you sit beside the bathtub in your white underdress as you lightly dab a wet washcloth along yonghee’s cheekbone. he is laying in the bath, his head leaning back on the edge of the tub, his eyes closed and a smile on his face. the water is just the right temperature--not too hot, not too cold--and you take your time washing the grime and dirt off of his body. you had insisted on doing it for him, wanting him to just relax as much as possible now that he was back home. back with you. 

“sit up for me?” you ask, and he cracks open one eye slightly. 

“hmm...” he hums, moving his hand up out of the water and tapping his lips lightly. “i require payment first.”

you scoff and roll your eyes, but you lean in anyway and kiss him softly on his lips, which are soft and freshly cleaned and familiar. the only lips you ever want to kiss. 

“is that payment enough?” you giggle softly when you pull back, and he smiles as he sits up. 

“i’ll be needing some more of those later, as well,” he lets you know as you shift your stool to be positioned behind him and get to work on washing his hair. 

“oh will you now? we’ll see about that,” you say, as though there is any doubt that you would give him anything that he wants at this point. when you’re done washing and rinsing his hair you fetch him a towel. he gets out of the tub, water dripping from his clean body, and you step closer to him, first lightly drying his hair with the towel, then wrapping it around his waist. 

“i should go to war more often if it means you treat me like this, my love,” he smirks down at you before laughing when you playfully slap his chest. 

“don’t even think about it. i’m never letting you leave my sight again,” you tell him firmly, and he kisses your forehead when you wrap your arms around his still wet middle. 

“i know you won’t,” he smiles down at you. 

after drying off, yonghee lies on your bed, a deep sigh leaving his lungs as he finally gets to relax on something that isn’t the floor or a makeshift bed for the first time in months, probably. you insist on putting a soothing balm on his side that should be able to help with the pain, and carefully wrap a bandage around his waist, making sure not to make it too tight. he lets you, knowing it brings you peace of mind to take care of him like this. 

“now come here, princess,” yonghee says, his voice becoming huskier and sleepier, and you know it won’t be long until he falls asleep. you join him in your bed, the sliding doors to your balcony open, letting the summer night’s breeze play with the thin curtains and caressing your body gently. the moonlight falls on his face perfectly and for just a tiny moment, you wonder if this is all just a dream. when he takes your chin in between his thumb and index finger to pull you closer into a kiss, however, you know that this is very much real. 

“thank you,” you whisper against his lips. 

“for what?” yonghee asks. 

“for keeping your promise.”

[yongstipated]

DON’T EAT MY CEREAL!

cix yonghee x reader

you caught your own roommate eating your precious cereal... 😧

i dont really know how to end my writing, i apologize in advance

Hmm, so that’s why your cereal in the container gets reduced every morning

you see your roommate!yonghee eating it

holY cRaPp??

yonghee thought to himself,,

when he saw you looking like you were—

about to burst into smoke

yonghee felt the atmosphere get tensed

should he be scared? laughing?

he doesn’t seem to know the answer

so he decided to leave you there with the bowl of cereal on his hands

“explain?”

you said

oops

hell, hell, hell, hell

that’s what yonghee’s experiencing

“sweating? yes

bowl? snatched

hotel? trivago,”

he said accidentally but continuing it by, “no wait this is an apartment? tf”

he knew he was in big trouble

because as a cereal lover himself like you, he knew the betrayal of having his own cereal be eaten away by someone who doesn’t ask to eat some of it.

you didn’t scold him but instead ate the cereal together as you laugh at his face.

“you know you’re so cute,”

“but next time don’t eat my cereal without my permission or I’ll get all the milk in the fridge so you wont have any”

you said ending the conversation.

you went back to your room thinking if you’ll do your revenge by eating his cereal too–

[dat-town]

dilemma of love

Characters: Yonghee & female reader

Setting & genre: college au, academic rivals to lovers

Summary: The Prisoner’s Dilemma is a well known game theory concept applied widely but you haven’t seen it applied for love. You might be the first one to try.

Warnings: academic pressure and stress, MC cries at one point, narrative-heavy and a bit cringe ending. i tried to be as realistic with mathematics stuff as i could but it’s been a while since i took advanced math and it shows. good thing is, at least this way it's more understandable (hopefully)

Words: 2.9k

Author’s note: @restlessmaknae it was supposed to be posted 2 weeks ago (which would have made it funnier considering your Taiwanese story) but life happened, anyways <3

The Prisoner’s Dilemma is a well known game theory concept applied widely in economics, politics, even sports.

It goes like this: there are two criminals captured by the police that offer each of them a deal to either stay silent or testify against the other in order to lessen their own punishment. The criminals have to decide between these two choices but the outcome also depends on what the other does. If both of them stay silent, each of them gets a year of prison time. If they both testify, they get two. If only one of them testifies, he can walk away free while the other is sentenced for three years.

You were in high school when you first heard about this concept and it left you flabbergasted that the best response is to testify and betray the partner in crime because the consequences of choosing to stay silent would have potentially worse payoff. In game theory it’s called a strictly dominant strategy which means that both parties should choose to follow this strategy for their own interest. It’s the only Nash equilibrium in this hypothetical game because if only one of the criminals changes their strategies and the other doesn’t, they would be at disadvantage. Funny, isn’t it? Mutually staying silent would be overall the best choice (or at least the Pareto efficient one in the language of economics) but since it’s not rational for one’s selfish interests, it’s very unlikely to happen.

That said, you have a Prisoner’s Dilemma on your own too and his name is Kim Yonghee.

Yonghee became the bane of your existence during college orientation four years ago.

Not many people majored in Applied Mathematics, your year only had thirty or so freshmen, most of them guys as expected, yet everybody was floored by this one guy who apparently managed to score the highest CSAT score among all. It didn’t matter that you had the exact same score, not when you weren’t like him: charming with his small smile and pretty features, his voice so honeyed you feared cavities. No wonder he easily became the professors’ favorite too and the most seeked out tutor with his gentle explanations and quiet diligence. No matter what you did, you couldn’t catch up to him. You were always only the second best and you hated that satisfied little smirk in the corner of Yonghee’s mouth whenever he managed to best you time and time again in every debate or when he could solve complex problems quicker than you.

You thought (desperately hoped) that you would get rid of him once you graduate but of course he was one of the twelve people who carried on with masters studies and once again, he was a competition. This time, however, you had no plans on backing out, he couldn’t take everything that you wanted. Not when you planned to apply for the PhD program under the care of Professor Ryu who only took one doctorate student per year, so you had to be the best. You had to ace competitions and write publications on top of your classwork to stand out. Basically you just needed to beat Kim Yonghee.

He made it harder than expected though and not for the reason you would have thought so.

It all started when you were pulling all-nighters to do an assignment for extra credit but you were struggling to find ways to prove a theorem. You had already gone through the most common ways to prove something in mathematics including proving the opposite but to no avail. You came to the point that it might not be provable at all but Professor Ryu had never done you so dirty, so you refused to give up and search it up on Naver whether it’s one of those theorems. Especially because you heard that Yonghee had already handed in his paper.

But then what was he doing at the library around midnight if not to just bother you?

“You should get some sleep. I saw you almost fall asleep three times under a minute,” he said and if you didn’t know any better you would have thought it was concern lacing his words.

“Don’t tell me what to do. I need to finish this,” you muttered, not even looking at him as you tried to blink the tiredness out of your eyes.

“Want some pointers?” Yonghee asked, lingering around your table gingerly and that made you look up at him with a frown. He stood there in his knitted sweater, his hair soft-looking and fluffy, eyes kind and not at all tired despite the late hour.

“Don’t you dare!” You snapped because there is nothing more humiliating than getting help from the enemy.

The boy raised his hands in a defensive manner and turned to leave but before he actually took any step further, he put down a plastic cup of tea on your table, then he left before you could have questioned his intentions. You stared at the cup dumbfounded, realizing that it was not only still hot but your favorite brand and wondered how Yonghee knew that but then again you also knew that he was walking around with a ridiculous amount of iced americanos because you had seen it enough times during the last four years. It shouldn’t have made you feel special.

Ever since then you started to notice small things like that. Like the way Yonghee looks up every time you step into a classroom but looks away swiftly whenever your eyes meet. That he is the only one who has his full attention on you when you are in front of class explaining a solution, not even the professor is looking so closely. Or the way he randomly drops science papers in front of you with open for publication news. You used to think all of it is just to mock you, to prove his superiority once again but suddenly you aren’t so sure.

Especially not after that mental breakdown you had after your latest, most well-crafted article was rejected. It shouldn’t have been a big deal, you had been rejected by papers before but the feedback for this called your deduction and reasoning technique mediocre and that was the last drop in the glass before it spilled because that day was already shitty with your stomach hurting after something spoiled in your lunch and your landlord’s notification about raising the rent next semester. No matter how much you willed yourself not to not show it, the indifferent mask came crumbling down the moment you left the study room and re-read the rejection email.

That was how Yonghee found you, sobbing in the corridor more out of frustration than anything else. Of course he couldn’t just ignore you and walk away, no, he had the nerve to walk up to you and hesitate over touching your shoulder or patting your back but in the end he opted for keeping his hands to himself, hiding them in his jeans pockets.

“Uhm… do you need anything?” He asked, strained, almost too gently. You hated how sincere he sounded.

“Leave me alone,” you muttered, short-tempered through your silent tears. Your voice turned desperate though. “Please.”

You could tell Yonghee stalled and you wanted to snap at him once more for making you feel so small, so humiliated. But then he quietly passed you a pack of tissues and said:

“Allergy season is a real pain in the ass, isn’t it?” He asked as if you didn’t know he was smarter than to make such a mistake. It was nowhere near allergy season after all and you wanted to laugh at how ridiculous it was, that he gave you a chance to pretend that it was just allergies acting up and not you breaking down over a rejection letter.

You took a tissue gingerly, soaking your tears, patting your wet cheeks until there was only raw skin there and puffy, red eyes. Yonghee wasn’t looking at you though, he wasn’t making fun of you. He was with his back to you, his broad shoulders blocking you from the corridor’s view. His sudden and unexpected care made you feel conflicted and you suddenly weren’t even sure how to react. You decided to go with acting normal, like you would have done with any other person even if it wasn’t normal with you two.

“Thanks,” you mumbled after poking his shoulder, signaling him that he could turn around.

Yonghee nodded and there was worry in his eyes as he looked over at you.

“Do you… want to talk about it?” He asked tentatively as if he expected harsh words in response which, you had to admit, was a reasonable fear. But you were too sensitive and exhausted to pick another useless argument.

“Just a publication rejection. No big deal,” you shrugged, forcing yourself to be as nonchalant as you wished to feel inside.

“Oh, the Korean Mathematics Gazette?”

“Yeah,” you sighed and glanced at Yonghee sharply. “You don’t have to tell me, I’m sure they loved yours,” you muttered bitterly.

“Actually, they called my writing too prosy for a science paper and said that the topic I chose was unoriginal,” the boy snorted, which honestly stunned you because you never expected him to be someone who failed. Ever. He had always seemed so annoyingly perfect and yet, he took it so easily, as if he was used to it. You couldn’t help your surprise.

“Wow, really?”

“I guess they really hate the idea of publishing something from master’s students. I heard doctorate students get more chances,” Yonghee shrugged, unbothered, and even though you also heard the rumors, you still wanted to try out knowing that it would have had a big accomplishment in your personal statement for the PhD  programme.

“If somebody, I thought you would break that stigma,” you admitted  because even if you hated to admit it, statistically speaking Yonghee was the best out of your year. It shouldn’t have but the fact that even he wasn’t good enough for the Gazette made you feel better. Or well, not exactly the fact itself but that he told you about it. He could have stayed quiet and you wouldn’t have known.

“Come on, I’m not that good,” Yonghee shook his head and at times like this you couldn’t decide whether he was such a good actor to pretend or he was really that humble.

“You’re still better than anyone in our year,” you argued because that much you could admit. He really was the best which is both annoying and motivating. Annoying even more when he started to protest as if he didn’t know he was the best. You rolled your eyes at him. “Don’t act like you don’t enjoy whenever you can rub it in that you’re better than me.”

Your accusation seemed to push Yonghee into defensive mode.

“I just think you look cute when you’re annoyed,” he blurted out and you whipped your head to look at him so quick you might pull a few joints in your neck.

“What?”

“Nothing,” the guy cleared his throat, scratching the back of his neck shyly, redness coloring his skin. It was an unexpectedly cute look on him. “If it helps, it actually motivates me a lot to know that if I slipped up even just a little, you would beat my ass without hesitation,”

Oh. So he didn’t think that you were easy competition, he did think you were competition to begin with. It gave you more satisfaction than what you would have admitted.

The ringing of your phone broke the moment though but those last few words and the look in Yonghee’s eyes haunted you long after. It made you question everything you once thought of as axioms.

Numbers just make sense to you. You like how rational mathematics is, how unswayed and consistent. It has an explanation for everything. For Yonghee, however, it’s fun, he has told you before and you couldn’t get it. What’s so fun about it? Seeing you struggle over problems he can solve with closed eyes? He says he gets a boost of adrenaline whenever he can solve a problem, that it’s rewarding and this way you can understand the spark in his eyes when he gets to the solution first during classes.

You have no idea when exactly your annoyance turned into lowkey fondness and when you started looking forward to seeing him. At first after that conversation in the corridor, you were in denial, like no way you cared about him of all people, like jeez, you were better than falling for just his pretty face and sweet words… but then you had to realize that there was no point in lying to yourself. Not when prolonged eye contact made your skin feel heated and sent your heart into arrhythmia.

So yeah, numbers make sense to you but feelings don’t.

To confess or not, that’s your dilemma now.

Rationally, based on everything you learned about game theory strategies, you know that you shouldn’t say anything due to the possibility of getting rejected. This way the worst thing that could happen is that even though your feelings are mutual you never know because both of you stay silent. But you wouldn’t get humiliated either which is definitely something you would like to avoid. You have to see Yonghee almost every day because you share pretty much all your classes, so it would be terribly uncomfortable afterwards.

Yet, despite all rationality, all of your mathematical knowledge, knowing fully well that it would go against the advised strategy, you can’t help but wonder about the what ifs. What if you confessed? What if he felt the same?

It’s hard not to wonder when you catch Yonghee looking at you with something other than his usual amused smile or judging frown (or what you thought of as it at least). There’s something awed and fond in his eyes nowadays. It makes you hope foolishly, think that maybe he does feel the same. That maybe he also had a change of heart regarding you.

It happens in the most unexpected yet most you way.

Sometime during the semester you started to exchange brain-teasers, puzzles, mathematical equations with Yonghee, expecting the other to solve them. They got progressively harder and thus, more fun. That’s why you were very taken aback when you received the simple task to solve 128 times the square root of e to the power of 980. Other than the fact that e490 was a huge number, especially multiplied with 128, it wasn't difficult to solve, so you were quizzed, trying to figure out where the catch was.

It’s actually your artist roommate who figures it out faster. She looks over your shoulder to see what you are working so hard on and chuckles.

“That’s cute,” she says and your eyes widen, staring up at Yeojin who claims to hate mathematics with a burning passion.

“You know what’s this?” You stare at her and her mischievous smile.

“Oh yeah and you should definitely take a step back and think outside of the box.”

You are seriously starting to lose sleep over it, especially because Yonghee looks more and more nervous whenever you meet and you don’t tell him your answer. It’s driving you crazy what it could be, so eventually you do something you swore not to do, not when it comes to Kim Yonghee: give up.

“I’m done. I have no idea what this is supposed to be,” you throw your open notebook in front of the guy in the library, startling him in the middle of writing a paper or something. You don’t care. If you have to go one more minute without knowing what he wanted with this newest task you will seriously lose it.

“Oh,” Yonghee looks up at you with a sad, kicked puppy look and you seriously don’t get it. Shouldn’t he be happy, over the moon that you can’t present him with an adequate answer? “Are you uhm… sure? Like you aren’t just trying to be nice?”

What? What does this have to do with you being kind or not?

“I seriously don’t know what you’re talking about. Is this some kind of joke? Or like I missed a major update in the world of algebra?” You question, frustrated, and your classmate lets out a little (endearingly) awkward chuckle before he pulls your notebook in front of him writing down the equation he assigned to you.

“No, it’s… it’s just cringe but in my defense, it was Hyunsuk’s idea,” Yonghee says, clearing his throat as he slides the paper back to you. You stare down at the damned numbers, ready to snicker when the boy covers the top half of his writing with another paper and suddenly a whole different meaning is presented to you. It takes you aback and you look at Yonghee, waiting for him to laugh, to call it a joke but he doesn’t, he just stares back at you with big doe eyes, hopeful and your heart trembles in your chest.

“It is cringe, but…” you agree once you finally find your voice, trailing off. Gosh, you can’t believe you’re doing this. You take the paper back and grab a pen to write i < 3u * 2.

Really, it’s so you: confessing using a mathematical formula. No matter how cliché it is because it doesn’t matter, not when Yonghee’s rewarding smile is brighter than the Sun.

It’s proven then: that sometimes it’s worth going against the dominant strategy because in the dilemma of love, taking risks might lead to happiness you never knew.

[cutie-cix]

rekindling an ex relationship with yonghee, i feel like he would be so sweet and gentle when try to get back together with someone (no matter why they broke up) (also don’t mind the user this is from so long ago😭)

🥺🥺

He would have been so heartbroken & not want to go through that heartbreak ever again.

The breakup was mutual and you both agreed it was for the best, but after lots of bedroom crying on both your part and his, he showed up at your door asking how you felt about the breakup. At first it was just him wanting to talk it over with someone and you being the only person he’s comfortable talking about it with, but after hours of talking about it and comforting each other, you both come to the conclusion that it’s worth it to keep trying.

Now he’s never talking you for granted, loving you a little extra and starts doing little pda things, like holding your hand in public. He wants to reassure himself that you’re his because he just loves you so much and never wants to lose you again.

[cutie-cix]

stop okay, the concept photos have me thinking about biker gang yonghee but he’s actually a softie but only shows it for you

I’m not gonna lie, even in cix’s sexy concepts I still see Yonghee as being a softie, the new one included 😭

Instead I raise you quiet yonghee who is shy but also a bit intimidating who talks your ear off in private because he likes you so much. Never does affection in front of others, especially the members but in private he’s so cuddly & sweet & affectionate, peppering your face with an abundance of kisses

[joochansimp]

absolutely heartbroken at the lack of yonghee fluff fics out there 😩