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𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐏 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐎𝐖

🏐— tsukishima kei x f!reader

— synopsis: he hates your intelligence in classrooms and you hate his cunnigness at the court. both go at great lengths to defeat each other, but how is it that both of you were the only ones that can help each other be better?

— warnings: swearing, a bit suggestive, enemies to lovers (although kind of enemies)

You slam your paper on his desk.

Tsukishima barely flinches. He removes his headphones and hangs them on his neck, unbothered by your looming presence as he stares blankly at your paper. 96

The corners of his lips tug down, seemingly unimpressed. "Eh."

"Eh? Aw, is little Tsukishima disappointed at himself?"

He looks up at you, stares deeply into your eyes. And for a moment you'd think his domineering gaze would soften as he was overawed by you. But then he smiles, that annoying little shitty, narcissistic smile.

"Actually, not at all (l/n)," his smile is bright, almost genuine, but his sarcasm is radiating. "I got a 98. Not bad, though!"

You swear steam was coming off your body.

"96 at modern Japanese." He says. "Understandable."

"Understandable?!"

"Don't beat yourself up, (l/n). Not everyone's perfect," he leans back. "Not even me. I mean, I'm just being humble. But yeah, not everyone."

"I hate you," you take your paper off his desk.

"Flattered. Really, really flattered. Thank you for hating me, actually. I feel so honored to be hated." He puts his headphones back on and places his elbows on his desk, his chin resting on his joint fists. Tsukishima smiles at you again.

God, his smile is infuriating.

Tsukishima was someone you'd go to great lengths to defeat. He never bothered for your existence when first year began. He didn't even know your name; Didn't even look at your direction. He'd only known it a month later when you were paired to be partners and he decided to be such a condescending brat when he pointed out your handwriting.

At first you ignored it, took it by heart and started organizing your writings on your notes. Then he decided to put all his self-hatred on you and started to discreetly judge you.

Maybe he wasn't even judging you. Maybe he was just staring at your paper, scoffed to himself, shook his head and laughed because you got a better score than him and he was berating himself. But no, he laughed because he thought you were a tryhard and he was a prodigy.

Obviously none of those were confirmed. But he's a man and a man hates it when a woman's happy.

When he smirks you have the urge to rip his lips to pieces.

You walk away from him and sit on your desk, which was actually beside him.

His scent follows your flaring nostrils as you carefully shove your paper between the notebooks in your bag. Tsukishima looks out the window, hiding his smirk, his foot tapping lightly but never making sound. So you put your own headphones over your ears, in hopes to drown out his deafening aura.

🏐 —

"Shit!"

Tsukishima's knees bends the wrong way and almost falls onto his back as he lands on the ground. The ball echoes across the court as it ricochets off the floor. You laugh loudly, and everyone looks at you.

"You're too advanced for the block, idiot!" You say loudly. Yamaguchi giggles.

He rolls his eyes at you as he chases for the ball. Kageyama sits beside you.

"You know he plays horribly when you're here."

"Oh?" You raise a brow. "Is he not used to a girl looking at her?"

Kageyama scratches his nose. "Probably 'cause he hates you."

You laugh lightly. "Kinda nice that I'm here. I get to see him fuck up."

Kageyama snorts. "He feels pressured 'cuz you're here."

"Oh? He said that?"

"No. But I can hear him think."

You laugh and wipe your sweat off. "I'd play with you guys, but his remarks could piss me off and I might, uh, shove that ball up his ass."

When Kageyama laughs again, quite loudly, Tsukishima's head snaps at the bench where you're sitting. Heat rises to his head, his stance losing its usual strength, his arms weakening as he watches you—

Laughing, at some joke you said or Tobio said. Laughing heartily like someone just made the best joke in the world. The way your lips almost reach the wrinkles beneath your eyes. Oh, that's so funny Tobio. You're so funny you should quit volleyball and be a stand up comedian!

He knows you're talking shit about him, too. Idiot. Brat. Showoff.

He had the right to show off. He was better than you.

He was the better thinker; the better scorer.

Tsukishima is better than you.

I'm better than you—

The ball hits the side of his face, his glasses flailing to the side.

The first thing that reaches his ears—your sickening laugh. That monstrous, sadistic guffaw. Tanaka yells from the other side of the court and dives beneath the net to take a look at his face. Nishinoya hovers, hands on his knees, laughing.

"Pay attention, dumbass!" You cuff your hands over your mouth. "Stop daydreaming! It's embarrassing."

He bends to pick his glasses up. Alive, no cracks, frame not broken. He puts it on the bridge of his nose so that he could see your face clearly.

Hideously alluring.

"Do you think of scheming as daydreaming, (l/n)?" his voice, full of disdain, though hidden through feigned sweetness. "Like a child as always. Go back to middle school?"

"Do better at volleyball?"

"I ought to kick the both of you out this court," Daichi says loudly. "Oh wait I can't speak to (l/n) like that. S-sorry!"

Tsukishima sneers, his lips frowning. He approaches the rolling ball, watching as it hits the wall and propells back towards his awaiting feet. When he picks it up, he steals another glance at you talking to Kageyama.

The King and the Brat. The most annoying combination in the entirety of Karasuno campus.

Somehow, seeing you next to Kageyama and being given the nickname as if the two of you were a pair sends a tight rope around his chest that causes it to ache a little. Tsukishima huffs it out, an unsettling in his bones.

Please don't look at me.

The ball flies into the air, and his palm raises just in time to make contact with the ball.

He sees you watch from the corner of his eye, a blurried silhouette, but your figure was familiar enough for him to recognize you. His heart beats a little louder.

🏐 —

No.

Shit. Fuck. No

God damnit. 74.

Tsukishima stares at his paper in horror. In his entire life, he has always gotten two digits on his scores. However, they had always been ninety onwards. Never in the line of sevens. He doesn't know if his horror is displayed across his face. He prays it doesn't—he would die if you saw his expression.

He leans sideways to the right, his eye darting towards the side to peak at your paper.

98.

The english language was something that was easy to learn but never easy in exams. This—despite boasting that english was the easiest subject—was his weakness.

You're too preoccupied to notice his existence. Good.

He turns around to look at the green haired boy.

"Yamaguchi." He whisper-yelled. "Tadashi."

Yamaguchi looks up. "Yes?"

This was it. Years of built up pride, intelligence, boosted ego— down the drain. As soon as he'd ask him the question, it would forever alter the image of himself towards his friend. Tsukishima was no longer the brainy four-eyes of the Karasuno Volleyball Club.

He would now be Tsukishima, the idiot four-eyes.

Maybe I'm overreacting.

He stands up and sits beside the empty chair next to Yamaguchi.

"How- What's your score?"

Yamaguchi looks puzzled as he glances at his paper. "E-eighty eight."

God, this is depressing.

"Um," Tsukishima scratches the back of his neck. "Could you help me with English?"

There it is. His face says it all.

"Don't you even—"

"You, Tsukishima Kei, asking for my help?" He laughs incredulously. "Are you sure? What's your score?"

"Don't want to talk about it."

"Aw, c'mon Tsukki." He pouts playfully like comforting a weeping baby. "I'm sure it's not that bad."

Tsukishima tells him in a low voice. He never thought he could hate Yamaguchi's laugh. But he did, right after he laughed at his score. It wasn't even a failing grade.

"You know who should tutor you though?" He puts his paper in his bag. "(l/n). She's good, y'know. I heard her speak english once. I thought she was from, uh, some foreign country or something."

"She's not even that good." Tsukishima takes off his glasses and wipes it with the corner of his uniform. "She's good with memory but she forgets it right after the quiz like a ditz."

Yamaguchi snorts. "She's the one who got the best score out of all of us."

"Yeah, no thanks. I'd never let her teach me."

"I think you're forgetting I'm right here in front of you." You turn around, placing your elbow and forearm on the back of your chair and look at Tsukishima. "I can teach you."

Tsukishima scoffs. "No thanks. I'd rather repeat freshman year."

"Are you sure?" you pout, placing your chin on the back of your hand. "I can teach you, little Tsukishima."

"I'm not little."

"Yeah but your brain is."

"Yamaguchi, help me out here."

He can't ask for your help. Never ever. Never will he ever ask for your help. Tsukishima can study this himself. He's always studied by himself. He's never needed anyone, and certainly not you. He was independent, cunning as everyone says. Tsukishima does not need tutors.

Up until now.

"Please help Tsukishima study," Yamaguchi looks at you. "He's too prideful to ask but he really needs your help."

Tsukishima stammers. "T-that's not what I meant!"

"Aw, is this true?" You're taunting him. He feels like a child.

"I can study by myself. Fuck off."

You smile at him. In a way that he can't read. It was soft, almost kind, like you wanted to help him wholeheartedly and wanted his english to improve. Then he looked into your eyes and all the kindness in your smile had been washed away by this pity in your eyes that you enjoyed. Tsukishima huffs.

"No need to be shy about asking for help, little Tsukki," you coo. "We'll study in the locker room while everyone else plays. You're skipping practice today."

Tsukishima zips his bag and stands up. He towers over you, covering the sun that blinds you through the glass window. He looks down at your eyes—teasing, condescending eyes. His lips are turned to a frown, which makes you smile even more.

"I'm not skipping practice."

"Too bad. You are. You know, if you let me help you, you'd stop having that distraught face everytime you get your english paper." You take a step closer, neck bent backwards to look up at him. "Yeah, I saw your face."

Yamaguchi nudges his arm. "C'mon, Kei. Ask for her help. You know you need it. Don't be so prideful."

Tsukishima growls. He doesn't say anything yet, all the confidence in him washed away by a score that wasn't even a failing grade. His palm rubs the space between his eyebrows and mumbles:

"Help me."

You lean in, ear towards him. "Couldn't hear that. Sorry?"

"Help me study."

"Are you commanding me or asking?"

"Please help me study."

"Don't mumble, Tsukishima."

"Damn it!" He groans. "Please help me, dearest (l/n)." His voice drips in sarcasm, peering at you through his scratched lenses. "Help me get a better grade at english. Help me stop myself from strangling you! Idiot!"

You lean back, the bottom of your spine resting on your table as your left hand props you up. Tsukishima is almost seething, his eyes widened a little as his anger seethes through his nostrils. You hum, pretend to think, then slap his right cheek twice lightly.

"How kind of you to ask, little Tsukki." You wrinkle your nose at him, slinging your bag over your shoulder. "See you at the locker room."

When you leave, his head turns to Yamaguchi who smiles innocently. Tsukishima almost strangles him instead.

🏐—

The boys are thirty minutes late to practice. Including Daichi.

"It's the sequence of the words, Tsukishima," you point your pen at his test paper. "The spelling's no problem. You're good at it. It's just with how you've formed them together."

They all sit behind the two of you, watching silently. Tsukishima is red from embarrassment as he ignores them.

"What's so wrong about this sequence? It sounds correct."

"Just because it sounds correct doesn't mean that it is correct."

Hinata snorts. Tsukishima's head snaps at it. "Don't snort, dumbass. Last time I checked you got a twenty at your exam."

"You hit a nerve there, Shoyo," Kageyama giggles.

You sigh and slap your hands at your thighs. "Sawamura-san, why are you guys even here?"

He stammers, his back straightening as he fixes his bag on his left shoulder. "Jus–Just wanted to make sure you two will be fine. Let's go guys."

When they leave, Tsukishima relaxes in relief. He stares intensely at his notebook, figuring out the correct answer. You try not to laugh at him, but the sight was entertaining; seeing him suffer brought your heart at ease.

"Figured it out, moron?" You bring your own notebook out, flipping it to the last page you'd written on. "It's really not that hard."

"Shut up, (l/n.)" he says. You make a small sound, similar to "okay!" As you begin to write down on a blank page.

And you're like that for a few hours.

Tsukishima answers the questions you've written for him, and when he asks you for help, you cordially help him without telling him the answers. Then you both go back to formidable silence, doing your own perspective works.

He almost enjoys this newfound environment created with you. Somehow, his body is more tranquil, but at the same time his mind is racing, because you're here. Tutoring him. Tsukishima has always believed that he was one step ahead of you, making sure you were unable to catch up with him. But now he's slipped from that step and you've caught up and you're deriding him.

Nonetheless, you're his only hope right now.

He looks at you.

Your hair is tucked behind your ears and your teeth are currently creating dents at the eraser of your pencil. You're concentrating, seeming like you've forgotten that he's sitting in front of you. And Tsukishima's eyes are extremely blurred, but when he looks at you through the gap between his glasses and forehead, your face was somehow clearer.

"Are you a dog?" he raises a brow. "Don't chew on your pencil."

You huff like you're being scold and place your pencil down. But the chewing didn't last a second as your bottom lip is now tucked between your teeth. Tsukishima rolls his eyes.

"Here," he flips his paper and shows it to you. "Did I do it correctly?"

You take the paper from him and read it. He hopes you're at least slightly impressed, that you're not arbitrating his answers nor think they're half-assed. When your red pen moves into a slant, the corner of his lip twitches upwards. But when you circle the number, he has this urge to shove that pen into your eye.

"Hm, not bad. But not enough." you flip the paper.

70.

Four points less.

"Damn it." You can tell he's disappointed at himself. "You suck at teaching."

"Excuse me?!" Your eyebrows furrow. "Hey, I've spent the past four hours teaching you here, stickhead. The sun's almost down!"

"Do you have to go home already?" He asks. You shrug. "Then we can stay here until they're done with practice."

"Tsukishima, I have freshly cooked doburi waiting for me at home. Do you know what donburi is? Do you know what it tastes like while it's still hot? Fucking donburi, Tsukishima." You whine. "Would you like to study at my place instead?"

You seem to not have processed what you've offered, but Tsukishima has. He's surprised at your comment, watching you look so desperate to get home and eat that "fucking donburi." He waits for a moment until you realize and you do, but it seemed like you didn't care when you lean back and raise a brow.

"Well?"

"Sure."

His quick, almost unhesitant compliance surprises you. Tsukishima adjusts his glasses and brings his headphones out as you both head out the door. You lock it behind you, with Tsukishima already walking ahead.

You pass by the gym. "Sawamura, everyone, we're heading out!"

Tsukishima appears beside you. "We're going."

"To where?" Yamaguchi approaches you both. "Are you going to eat out? Ooh, can you bring food back here?"

"We're going to her place to study." He answers. "We can't come back."

The others seem to hear what he said, because Hinata yells: "What kind of studying are you going to do, Stingyshima?"

"Something that your tiny shit-for-brains can't comprehend." He retorts. "Focus on your receives, squirt!"

You wave to everyone and catch a glimpse of Yamaguchi's smile. You roll your eyes at him and poke your tongue out.

🏐 —

The way home was quieter than you expected.

Mainly because Tsukishima had his headphones on and all you hear was your un synchronous footsteps on the stoned sidewalk. You take small looks at your peripherals to see what he's doing. And, well, he's walking... like every other normal person.

But you're walking side by side and there's this space between you that's so close but also so far away. You feel his heat touching the fabric of your shirt, his hand twitching and just barely grazing yours. Then he speaks:

"You walk like a penguin," he says. "Why are you like that?"

"Why are you so annoying?" you roll your eyes. "I don't point out how you walk."

"That's because there's nothing wrong with my walk," he puts his headphones down, hangs them around his neck. "What? Got a stick up your ass or something?"

"I'll stab you with that stick."

"Gross."

You turn a corner and he follows suit like it was normal for him to follow you around. When you stop in front of your gate and unlock it, he bore no unhestiance as he removed his shoes and entered your home.

There was no one else around. And as soon as Tsukishima entered, you disappeared in his vision. Although, he hears you yell from afar: "Set your bag wherever. Stay in the living room though!"

He assumes you're either changing your clothes, getting a bowl of donburi, or both. He obeys, sets his bag on the floor and sits cross legged on the carpet of your living room, taking his notes out. He sees the sun inching away behind the roofs of the houses near by, waiting for you patiently.

And then his eyes roam to picture frames.

Never would he think that a picture of you smiling would be so endearing. That smile of yours, painting you an angelic aura, like people would never expect that you'd be the devil's descendant. Nonetheless, you were still beautiful.

The picture was you in a ponytail, face doused in sweat; the background, although blurry and dark, looked familiar. But Tsukishima was more focused on your gleaming smile, the way your eyes are almost closed and your lips were pale and your teeth were shiny.

"Hey, douchebag," you sit beside him despite the free space on the opposite of the coffee table, setting down two bowls of donburi. And yes, you had changed your clothes into something comfier. "Let's eat and study."

He never expected that you'd get him a bowl, thought that he'd have to ask or drop hints of him wanting donburi. He takes it though, and it is freshly cooked. He now understood your eagerness to go home.

An hour passes by.

The bowls are empty and set aside. Tsukishima's notes are scattered, hair disheveled from him constantly running his fingers through them. That string of hatred between you has been put aside as you both seem to tolerate one another through this session.

"Tsukishima," you say, almost sternly, placing two cartons of strawberry milk on the table. "It's easy to determine an adverb in Japanese. It's no different in identifying it in English."

"I know that, dumbass. What are you, a consciousness?" He takes his box, taking the plastic off the straw and shoving it on the circular foil. "Gimme yours."

He takes your carton and shakes it before doing the same and handing it to you. You blush vehemently, murmuring your gratitude and wrapping your lips around the paper straw.

Tsukishima's eyes wander out of boredom, tracing every corner and every ridge of your home. Until his eyes land on the sliding door to your backyard and catch a glimpse of that familiar blue and yellow ball.

"You play volleyball?" he queries, both his eyebrows raising.

"Huh? Oh, yeah. Back in middle school."

"Bet you were shit at it."

"I was a middle blocker."

Tsukishima's back straightens, staring at you in hidden surprise. "At that height?"

"I'm not that short! Asshole," you throw your pen at him. He catches it with ease, setting it beside his notebook.

"Why aren't you in the women's volleyball club, then?" his brow raises. "Too short? They didn't take you? Failed the tryouts?"

You look down at your fingers, covered in peeled up skin and charred fingernails. You feel embarrassed, avoiding his eager stare. You sense his want to know your reason, radiating off his eyes.

"Not saying," you push yourself up, now standing in front of him. Tsukishima's eyes follow you, trailing uo from your thighs up to your neck, his irises darkening until he meets your gaze. "Get up. Time to go home."

"Let's play."

You stammer. "W-what? It's late."

"And I want to see you play." Tsukishima stands, hovering over you. "It's only nine in the evening."

You purse your lips, arms going limp on either side of your tired body. Though despite being worn out, you walk towards the door and slide it open, being greeted by Miyagi's brumal air that raises the hairs on your body. Tsukishima tugs on the sleeves of his sweater, covering half of his fingers, before following you out.

Barefoot in the evening, with the moon casting a pearlescent glow on your enervated bodies, the thump of the leather ball is in sync with your beating heart; and at each thump, it seems to wake Tsukishima up more.

"Tell me why you're not in the women's volleyball club," he sets it towards your direction.

"No." Your wrists join, your right fingers placing themselves on top of your left fingers, both thumbs settled side by side as your wrist ricochet the ball towards him. "It's none of your business."

Tsukishima catches it with ease. "You're lame."

You scoff, returning the ball. "I am not."

The blue and yellow ball floats into the evening air, the bright colors darkened by the stygian sky, only luminated by the moon and the lights outside your backyard. Tsukishima sets it to you again. "Listen, I don't really care about whatever your reason is. I just want to know."

You huff. There's no harm in telling your enemy a secret of yours, right? It's not like he was popular enough to go on and tell people. And like he said, he didn't care.

The ball comes in contact with your wrists. "I got injured. Well, not seriously injured. I can still play but I'm not as good as I used to be." Tsukishima catches the ball and rests it on his hip, listening to you explain. "I actually got a surgery at my calf."

You lift your pajamas just below your knee, showing the healed scar at the back of your calf. "The bone got dislocated 'cause one of my teammates smashed onto my leg when she was trying to save the ball. She got injured too, actually."

"Obviously," he retorts, now staring at your calf. Something about Tsukishima staring at your scar seemed too intimate as it should be, staring at your bare skin. His blonde hair drapes over his forehead, glasses glinting in the moonlight. "So where do you struggle?"

"Blocking. I can't jump properly." You scratch the back of your neck. "I can set though. Just, it's not in my heart."

"It's just a club," he says. "Play whatever position you want." Tsukishima sets the ball to you again.

"Just a club, huh?" You smirk. "Why'd you fail your test?"

"Because I was thinking too much of what I was gonna do when I'm at court again."

"And it's just a club."

"What's it to you?" He snaps. "At least I'm in the Volleyball club. Have I taken your dream?"

"You're a child."

"Yeah yeah. Join the club or whatever. Don't care if you don't or you want to."

You set it back to him again. "I want to."

Tsukishima senses your melancholy longing for the sport, sees your disheartened look as you think about all the chances you've lost. His heart twinges just the slightest, holding the ball between his slender hands. He almost pities you.

"Tell you what," he sets it to you. "If I pass the retest tomorrow, I'll help you with your blocking. If not," he shrugs, catching your return, "good luck with your life."

"You sound like this is a once in a lifetime opportunity." You roll your eyes.

Tsukishima hopes he passes the retest tomorrow.

Mainly because it was import to him to ace it. Partly because he wanted to see you on court.

🏐 —

100.

You read Tsukishima's answers. In the fluorescent lights, his neat handwriting presents to you all the knowledge he's obtained from your chaotic teachings. He scoffs proudly, resting his lower back on the edge of his table.

"Not bad, nerd." You hand his paper to him. "And you beat me by two points."

"That's because you're an idiot," he sits down on his chair, though still facing you. "See you at the gym later."

Your brows furrow. "The gym's closed. Coach Ukai said today's rest day."

"But I'm not Coach Ukai," he fixes his glasses on the bridge of his nose. "It's just for today. And only today."

"Fine," you agree. You act like you're forced to say yes, but deep inside the vessels of your heart and every part of your brain, they throb with excitement.

So you meet Tsukishima outside the gym after class in a white shirt and gym shorts. He meets you there, clad in the same outfit, heat radiating off his body that warms your always cold flesh. For a moment he admires observes you, your attire unfamiliar but nevertheless appealing hideous.

When you enter, the court seemed bigger without the boys rousing around the court. It was quieter, no shoes squeaking, no balls slammed, no eager yelling. You set your bag down on the floor and see your untied shoe laces.

"Fuck," you mutter.

But before you could bend down, Tsukishima has already knelt in front of you.

His knee rests on the tip of your shoe, fingers ribboning the laces of your rubber shoes. Your eyes widen, body stiffening, and it felt like forever as he tied it (it was actually only 10 seconds).

"You're a dumbass for leaving your shoelaces untied." He makes no comment as to why he's decided to tie your laces, but you swear you see his ears turn a twinge of pink.

Tsukishima takes a ball and goes to the other side of the court. When you stand opposite from him, he rolls the ball to your direction.

"How long has it been since you've played?" he asks, loudly, voice echoing across the empty gymnasium.

"Uh, a year and a half." The ball bounces between your palm and the squeaky floor. "I'm a little rusty."

"You are rusty. Your receives were shit last night."

You growl at his tease.

"We're not gonna start with the blockings. We have to start from the beginning." Tsukishima positions himself, knees bent and apart, his hands on his knees. "Serve it."

So you do. You toss the ball into the air, your hand striking as it meets the ball, and it flies across the net. It goes outside.

"Idiot." Tsukishima laughs. "First, don't try to aim it to me. You don't want your opponents to save it. You have to aim it at an open spot inside the line. Second, don't serve too hard it goes outside."

"Okay!" You yell. And you serve again.

The ball grazes the net, but the momentum deems the ball to be inside the line. Tsukishima catches it and receives it back to your side.

Shit.

You race after the ball, joined wrists hitting it back to him. He dives, the back of his hand coming contact with the ball and it goes back to your court.

And it's high in the air, so you take the chance to bend your knees and jump, spiking it to his court.

Tsukishima blocks it.

He laughs. "You're horrible at this."

"I don't exactly have a libero to save it, don't I?" You retort.

Tsukishima smiles a little, laughing at your loss point. "Give me the ball." You roll it to his side. "I want you to try and block me."

"The net is higher than it is for girls, you know." You approach the net. "I'll have a hard time."

"The higher you jump, the better you can block the ball. And you'll even have an advantage against your enemies since you're practicing with a higher net, (y/n)." He dribbles the ball.

Tsukishima called you by your first name.

Not your surname, not some insulting nickname. Your first name.

Your knees weaken at the sound of his voice dropping the phonemes of your name.

But when he flings the ball upwards, you feel your body go rigid. And just before his incoming ball passes through the net, you jump, fingers stopping the ball.

But the ball doesn't go to his side, instead it falls down below the net, at your side. You land clumsily on your feet, ankle bending but not painfully.

"See, you got it. You just have to jump higher."

"Shut up, you stilt walking clown." Your leg throbs, shaking. "Hit it again."

"See this?" Tsukishima brings his hands in the air, his arms and hands bent inward. "You block like this. Don't straighten your arms. It sets the ball upwards and they get the point since you're last touch. Block me again."

You kick the ball to his direction. Tsukishima springs the ball into the air once more, his arm flinging back when he jumps and strikes the ball towards you.

Filled with adrenaline, you jump as high as you could, your chest as high as the edge of the net, arms and hands bent inward as you block the ball and ricochet it towards him.

He doesn't do anything and watches the ball roll outside the court. Tsukishima's eyes shoot up and look at you, the corner of his lips bent downwards in amusement.

"Not bad. Try harder though."

You snarl at him.

Hours pass and you're both drenched in sweat. His shirt sticks to his chest, his hair damp across his forehead. He's wiping his face with a towel and his glasses rest on top of his hair. You drink from your water bottle.

The sweat drips down the tip of his nose, golden eyes drowsy yet vigorous with adrenaline. His lips are parted to pant out tired breaths, his adam's apple bobbing, the veins of his arms protruding. And he's sitting at the same bench as yours.

You swallow the liquid in your mouth.

"One day of practice isn't enough to get me into the club, Tsukishima." you say, wiping your mouth. "Thanks for teaching me though."

Tsukishima sets his towel down. "It's whatever. Your receives are go-fine, anyway. And you're really not that tall enough to block. You're hopeless."

"I wish Hinata was here to say that so he could yell at you."

Hinata. Tsukishima feels something uncomfortable rise to his chest when you mention his name.

And it seems as though you have summoned that tiny tangerine devil.

"Oh, Kageyama! The lights are open, someone must be here," your head turns and see that Hinata's hair pokes out the door before his head fully goes in. His eyes roam around until they find you. "Oh! (y/l/n)-san!"

"Hinata," you smile kindly. "Why are you guys still here? There's no training today."

"Tanaka-san said we can train for as much as we want as long as we don't tell Sawamura." he hops inside, Kageyama following suit behind him, unzipping his jacket. "What are you doing here, Stingyshima?"

"None of your business." He replies, irritation dripping off his sharp tongue from the nickname. "What do you think we were doing? Playing kendama?"

"I wouldn't mind playing kendama," Hinata looks at Kageyama, who shrugs. "Can we join?"

"Hopeless child," Tsukishima rubs his face with his towel again. "It's getting late. We should go home."

His usage of plural rather than sigular denotes that his usual selfishness has been decreased due to your unwavering presence, having been spent multiple hours with you for the past two days than usual. Tsukishima has easily adapted to include you in whatever he was going to do next.

We should go home.

"Aw, well, can you leave us the keys?" Hinata asks you. Tsukishima shoves the keys in the small boy's hand. "Thank you, Stingyshima!"

Tsukishima slings his bag over his shoulder, approaching the exit. He looks at Kageyama. "Fix your sets, your Majesty. You wouldn't want to clip the wings of Karasuno now, would you?"

You can see the smirk formed in his face. Kageyama is fuming, his fists clenching. "You– I...– You piece of shi– Hnmgh– You dumbass! Hinata!"

"Why me?!"

Tsukishima walks away without waiting for you, although you follow suit behind him. And when you reach the school gates, he turns right rather than left—and his way home begins with him turning left.

Yours was to the right.

"You gonna walk me home?" You joke, finally catching up behind him. Your weary legs has made you walk slower, though enough to now keep up with Tsukishima's tired pace.

"Yes."

Tsukishima doesn't spare a glance at you. But you look at him in shock. Then you shoot him an upsidedown smile, humming.

"No longer Stingyshima, I see."

"I ought to leave you here and get kidnapped." He states bluntly, finally looking down at you through his peripherals.

"Why are you walking me home then?"

"Because I want to take a long walk."

"Yeah sure, whatever." Your hands meet behind you, hitting the top of your bottom at every step you take. "You wanted to take a long walk. Could've gone to the park, could've roamed around your street. But yeah, you're walking me home so you could have a long walk back to your home."

Tsukishima tuts, his arms crossing. "Are you implying something, (y/n)?"

Your first name. Again.

"Oh, I'm not implying anything!" Your eyebrows raise, looking fully at him. And Tsukishima turns his head and looks at you as he walks. "I'm just stating what I've observed, Tsukki."

"Don't call me that."

"Okay!" You turn to your gate. When you reach inside the small box and pull on the lever of your door, you sense that Tsukishima is still standing behind you wth his hands in his pockets, watching you intently. So you turn around when the gate unlocks. "Yes? Do you need to use my bathroom first? Want a carton of milk or something?"

"No." He says. "Get in already."

You rest your back at your gate. "Tell me the real reason why you walked me home."

"No."

"So you lied to me earlier?"

"N-no."

"So what is it?"

Tsukishima sighs. Then he takes a few steps, approaching you and bends down so that his face would be equal to yours.

His scent is sweet, like freshly picked strawberries. And his lips, though thin, was soft and pink. And the tip of his nose grazes just above yours. And his golden eyes narrow to gaze at every speck of your irises. The corner of his lip turns upwards.

"That shut you up." He says. You blush, and he seems to taunt you. "Still want to play volleyball?"

His breath is hot fanning over your cold face. You can't help but nod. You swallow thickly from the close proximity that Tsukishima has created.

"Okay. Well, I still need help with english. And you obviously still need help with volleyball. So you reap what you sow. We'll help each other."

Tsukishima says those words like they're a command. Like they're being read from sacred scriptures. An event waiting to be happened for a prophecy to be fulfilled. Tsukishima's tone was flat but his voice deemed importance.

"Okay," was all you managed to let out through a breath. "See you tomorrow?"

Tsukishima stands up, eyes you up and down. Then looks into your eyes again and you swear that his gaze softens.

"See you tomorrow."

🏐—

A few weeks pass by.

At mornings, Tsukishima has come to pick you up and you studied on the way to Karasuno. You spend your lunches together, along with Yamaguchi, as well as Hinata and Kageyama who—while also bickering like children—listen to whatever you teach Tsukishima.

After classes, you find yourself joining the boys at the volleyball club, with Tsukishima helping you practice your blocks and receives. Though you notice that the boys take their strengths down a notch, which you are somewhat grateful for — because they truly are strong, and you're not ready to catch up to their level yet.

And at nights, Tsukishima walks you home with a milk carton in hand and sharp remarks in his mouth.

There's still a thick smoke of hatred that covers the both of you, that string of annoyance wrapped around your fingers. Yet as days pass by, that smoke has been thinning at every civil interaction. Albeit that annoyance still lingered.

And until today, that smoke has turned into this very light fog, until you begin to question why you hated Tsukishima in the first place.

Your phone vibrates.

tsukishima. Where are you? 8:32am

you. almost there. forgot my bag at home. 8:33am

tsukishima. Hurry up. It's cold outside. 8:33am

you. will do. sorry :| Read at 8:34am

Tsukishima is standing outside the gates of Karasuno, leaning on the wall with his arms crossed as you quickened the pace of your walk.

"You're so slow it's annoying," his eyebrows furrow. "Why'd you forget your bag? Idiot."

"You pressure me, douchebag." You flick the bridge of his glasses. He yelps. "Hurry. I want to study already. We have a quiz at 9."

When you and Tsukishima sit on your respective seats, you quiz each other with lazily scribbled flash cards. He seems to have absorbed the passed on knowledge and had answered the questions with ease.

So after the quiz, he seemed content; confident.

"How well did you think you did, beanpole?" You zip your bag.

"Well enough to beat your ass," he replies. Then, he does something new.

He smiles at you.

It wasn't a bright smile. Not energetic, but radiates some kind of light happiness. Seemed like a smile of gratitude.

You feel your cheeks flare.

After classes, you meet outside the gym as always, both of you changed into training clothes. Then you spend hours and hours jumping and tiring your wrists out, squeaking your shoes off the floor.

By the time the sun has set, Tsukishima was waiting for you again.

"Let's study."

Your eyes widen and you look startled. Tsukishima looks bored. "I'm pretty sure you got yourself covered for the rest of the year, Tsukishima."

"And I don't think you can train by yourself in volleyball," he adjusts his bag. "Let's just study. Reap what you sow."

"You keep saying that."

He ignores you. "Let's study at my place."

"E-excuse me?"

Tsukishima begins to walk to his direction. And despite your reaction, you follow him either way. "Let's study at my place for a change. I'm sick of your living room."

He says it like he's spent years hanging out in your living room. Your feet runs on the cobblestone to catch up with him. "But- What else are we gonna study?"

"Whatever I want."

His house wasn't actually that far from the campus. When you've turned a corner, he opens the gate and lets you in. When you enter his home, it's warm and clean, so you set your shoes aside and walk in your socks.

No one's home.

Tsukishima could've led you to their living room. Instead, he goes directly to his bedroom. And when you don't move, he looks at you through the door with a raised brow, as if to say "well? why aren't you getting in?"

So you do.

You sit on the edge of his bed, watching him unzip his jacket and set it aside. You decide to stop acting so wary and let you back fall to his bed, taking your phone out.

"So when are your tryouts?"

You look at him, placing your phone on your chest. "Next week. Michimiya was nice enough to let me try this late into the school year."

"I'll be there." He sits down on the other side of his bed.

"Oh," you're stunned. "Okay. Um, what do you want to study?"

You pull yourself up until your whole body is on his bed, sitting up and resting your back at his headboard. Tsukishima brings his legs to the bed, resting them beside your socked feet.

"Chemistry." This is new. "Can you run me through it?"

And you do. You take your notebook our and run him by all the lessons discussed for the past week. Tsukishima's pretends to listen but he actually doesn't.

Instead he's staring at your scar at your leg, up and down your very exposed thigh, but mostly at your scar.

You notice this immediately. "Tsukishima, why are you staring at my scar?"

"It's Kei," he looks at you, his hand resting just beside your calf, index finger twitching to trace the ridges of your scar. "Call me Kei."

Kei.

"Okay, Kei."

Your voice, filled with dulcets, his name sounding mellifluous as it rolls of your tongue. Tsukishima's heart beats wildly, and has decided to come with the terms that he hates you— because he likes you.

"Your scar looks... cool..." his index finger finally sets on the soft skin of your healed wound. You shiver at his featherlight touch.

And he's so near you now. As near as that time he walked you home and bent down to your height. And gods, he was so handsome. Even with his scratched glasses. Your mouth gapes the slightest, shaking hands reaching to remove the spectacles off his nose.

Tsukishima lets you. You see sweetness of his stare, all that hatred you used to see seemed to have melted and dripped from his sweat. This kind of Tsukishima is new– foreign, yet seemed right. Seemed destined to happen.

"Kei," you murmur. "What are you doing?"

"Is your skull too thick to process your environment?" his laugh leaves him in a huff, smirking.

"You're so eager for me to teach you something you're already good at so you could keep training me," your brows meet in the middle the slightest, a crease on your forehead that Tsukishima wants to wipe away. "Why?"

"Because you're good, (y/n)." He declares. "Your injury isn't stopping you to perform your best. You're just scared."

"Then why not just train me without me having to tutor you?"

"Because I don't want to lose these kind of moments." he whispers. "Jesus, (y/n), I like you. It's why I brought you here, for fuck's sake."

His lips are warm compared to his cold hands.

You gasp, though eyes fluttering shut, and your eyelashes tickle his soft cheeks. Your fingers wrap around his wrist as he holds your delicate face in the palm of his hands, careful not to hurt you as his lips remain planted on yours.

When Tsukishima pulls away, he's not far from you. His lips hover over yours, breathing your air, his forehead resting just slightly on yours. Your fingers come up to tangle themselves on his silky hair.

"Lose moments like what, make out with me?" you giggle. "If you wanted to make out, Kei, just tell me."

"You never shut up, do you?"

His lips meet yours again in an open mouthed kiss, his tongue unabashed to graze your shy muscle. You hum in surprise, feeling yourself fall backwards when he gently cradles your head to rest on his sweet-scented pillow.

Somehow, you did meet up with your end of the bargain, only with something better.

Something better– like his hips slanted against yours as his mouth spreads shameless ardor across your body.

Something better– like how he whispers your name against your lips like a sacred prayer before he kisses you again carefully.

Something better– like a newfound relationship with Tsukishima Kei, someone you swore was your enemy, but now was someone you could spend your days with in his bed getting warm in ways fire couldn't.

Tsukishima looks into your eyes, tells you his secrets through his dilating pupils. His calloused fingers push your hair behind your ears, and then he kisses your forehead, followed by silk petal kisses on the plump of your cheeks, the tip of your nose, and then your lips.

His hands wander beneath your shirt, palms no longer cold as they're heated by the fervor of your body.

"You're so pretty."

"What a sap." you tease. "You're in love with me."

"I am." His nose rubs against yours lightly. "I so am. I'm in love with a dumbass. My ego has exploded."

You hit his face with a pillow.

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clueless.

pairing — juyeon x reader (ft. crush!hyunjae) genre — friends to lovers, college au, angst (if u squint), fluff w.c — 4.3k (sorry) warnings — a bit suggestive, reader being head over heels for hyunjae, tiny makeout scene. not proofread!!!! playlist — heh border — @bernardsbendystraws note — oh lawddd ive been procrastinating this fic.. i started it in november.... ITS LITERALLY 2025 NOW BUT ANYWAY!

precis — falling for the popular guy wasn't part of your plan. your best friend, Juyeon, has seen you freak out over him more times than you can count. you tell each other everything, right? not everything, you dont know how much juyeon likes you, youre.. clueless.

── .✦

your day started off pretty normally. you groaned as you turn off your alarm, glancing at your roommates side of the room, which seemed to still be empty despite it being morning. minnie, your roommate, loves parties and you will never see her miss one. unfortunately (or fortunately for minnie) there was a party last night.. at hyunjaes.

the man of your dreams. or so you believe. you seemingly have taken a liking to this boy, just like every other girl at your university. thats the catch, isnt it? falling for a popular guy who hooks up with nearly every girl he meets. you dont doubt minnie is one of those girls. still, part of you secretly wishes you were one of them too.

you rub your eyes and stretch, trying to shake off the fatigue taking over you. you had stayed up late studying for an exam and as you glance at your desk, you shake your head, knowing youll be back there for a few hours soon. just as you get up, you hear a knock on your door. its strange— minnie usually just walks in. so who is it..?

you open the door to find a 5’11 guy standing in front of you— juyeon, your best friend since forever (senior year of high school). “hey.” he speaks up. “what’re u doing up so early? you dont have 8am classes.” you step aside, letting him in.

“just felt like waking up early.” he snickers. “yeah sure, we both know you arent a morning person.” you both sit on your bed, getting comfortable even though you should be getting ready. “what are you really here for?” “i just wanted to see you is all.” you rolls your eye playfully. “joking, of course. i just wanted to see if you went to hyunjaes party- oh im sorry, your mans party.” he smirks.

you give him a small, shy smile before tossing a pillow at him. “oh shut up.. and no, i didnt. i dont have time for that.” you reply. “that’s a shame. it was really fun you know.” he nudges your arm, wiggling his eyebrows. “that’s what u say every time hyunjae has a party.” he stands up, hands on his hips. “yeah whatever. cmon lets go get breakfast.” he turns around and extends his arm to give you a hand. “i haven’t even brushed my teeth yet.” “gross. go brush them and meet me outside.” you get off your bed and shove him playfully. “yeah yeah, get out.”

—

“where are we even going?” you ask, puting on your seatbelt and glancing over at him with curiosity. “younghoon and changmin said to meet them at dennys.” you chuckle. “dennys?” he adjusts his position, resting his right arm on the center console while his left stays on the wheel. “look, free food is free food.” he looks over at you, grinning. “but dennys really?” you meet his gaze, smiling softly. he loved the way you smiled. he cleared his throat, then looks back at the road. “yeah.”

once the two of you finally pulled into the dennys parking lot, you were greeted by younghoon and changmin, who are waiting outside in the cold. “why aren’t you guys inside? you’re gonna get sick.” you shiver as you get out of the car, zipping your jacket back up. “we wanted to wait for you guys.” younghoon smiles,his teeth chatter. “younghoon it’s 18°.” you giggle softly as you all make your way inside.

“so, we all going to sunwoos party tonight?” the four of you make your way to a booth in the back. “another one? gosh, they never stop, do they?” you utter as you slide into the booth, juyeon following after. “never.” changmin smirks. “that’s the good thing about college.” he crosses his arms proudly. “more like annoying thing, min.” they all giggle at your remark “seriously, we’re juniors in college. partying, for me at least, stopped late freshman year.” you put the menu down and look at all of them. “well, for us, it’s never gonna stop.” juyeon slides his arm around your shoulders. “clearly.” you scoff. “let’s just order, i’m hungry.”

after eating a delicious meal, the conversation drifts to random topics: high school, girls, boys, hyunjae. “i think you should shoot your shot, y/n.” younghoon says, sipping the last drops of orange juice in his cup. “never in a million years.” you reply, shaking your head. as you share more laughs, a group of girls stars to walking up to your table.

“hey, i was wondering if you’re single by any chance.” one of the girls steps closer to juyeon, a little too touchy. he looks at you, arm still around your shoulder. “im not.” he states certainly. you glance at him, confused. “what a shame, i wouldve treated you better.” the girls start to walk away, giggling, looking back at you disgusted as if youd done something wrong.

“what the fuck just happened?” changmin stares after the girls as they walk away. “thanks by the way.” juyeon glances at you, softly. “sure.” you giggle as you drink your water. “let’s get outta here.” younghoon says as he gets up. “don’t forget to pay, changmin~” younghoon teases. changmin tilts his head back with groans. “i forgot i had to.” he walks to the counter, taking out his card to pay. “oh, right. we’re riding with you guys back to school.” “why?” juyeon plays with his keys. “we uber’d here.” “offff course you did.”

“i call shotgun!” changmin shouts, getting closer to you guys. “no way, y/n’s always shotgun when i drive.” juyeon glances over at you as you leave the place. changmin pouts jokingly, giving juyeon a light pat on the shoulder. “you gotta tell her some day.” changmin murmurs before leaving right after you and younghoon out the door. juyeon sighs, knowing he was right, but there’s never a right time.

juyeon rushes to the car due the shouting of you younghoon and changmin telling him to hurry up. “it’s too early for your shouting.” he mutters, unlocking the car. “it’s 10am.” you reply. “exactly.” he retorts, earning a smile from you as you climb into the car. “aux please!” changmin requests. “its literally a 5 minute drive back to school. you’re not even gonna be able to play one song.” juyeon glances at him through the rear view mirror, noticing changmin slight pout.

juyeon sighs, passing the aux cord back to changmin. as changmin plays his songs, juyeon can’t help but smile at you. when he’s with you, no one else matters— no one else is there as a matter of fact.

but you didn’t know that, did you?

as you arrive to school, your phone suddenly starts buzzing. you get out of the car, checking to see whos texting you. a sigh escapes your lips when seeing pictures of minnie and hyunjae at the party last night. main reason why your phone is buzzing is because guys are asking you for minnie’s number. you rolls your eyes and slam the car door, a little too hard. “jesus careful now. what happened?” the three boys turned to face you. “minnie and hyunjae hooked up. can’t say im surprised.”

it’s nothing new to see hyunjae with another girl. the three boys glance at each other, mainly at juyeon. “whatever, i gotta go to the library. i’m tired of my desk. i’ll see you guys around” you walk towards your dorm building. silently hoping minnie wasn’t home yet.

but of course not everything can go your way.

“hey!” you’re greeted with your painfully obvious, hungover roommate. “hey minnie.” you quickly grab your books and head to the door. “wait!” minnie stops you in your tracks. “i know you have a big crush on hyunjae— it’s really obvious by the way— but im sure you saw the pictures and i just wanted to let you know that he’s a top tier kisser and so so good in bed.” her words made you cringe.

“ookay minnie.-“ “like im talking s tier” “i get it minnie.” “sorry.” you walk out of your dorm, standing outside for a moment, wondering why. why him? out of your entire school— him? you shake your head, walking out the building. you had way more important things to worry about then worry about some gorgeous man.

and speaking of, there he is.. talking with your best friend. “oh y/n!” juyeon calls you over. ‘oh fuck me.’ you thought. you wanted to ignore him, but you cant. not now atleast, you can’t afford to make a bad first impression now can you?

you quietly make you way over to them. wishing this whole thing was a dream and that you’ll wake up soon. but you dont. “hyunjae, this is my best friend, y/n.” he looks at you and greets you with a smile. “hi y/n.” oh that smile— that beautiful smile that you liked so much. youre so caught up in admiring him that you almost forgot to say hello back. “hi.” you bit the inside of your cheek, its just too awkward.

while you admired hyunjae, juyeon admired you, feeling nothing but envy toward hyunjae. “you goin’ to sunwoos party tonight?” he smirks at you, licking his lips. “uh, i gotta study.” you stammer, avoiding his gaze. focusing on everything but him.

“come on~ just this once.. for me..?” he pleads. he knew what he was doing. you look into his eyes, seeing everything that can go wrong. “alright.” juyeon looked at you, surprised. just a moment ago, you said you’d stop going to parties— but of course, since the hyunjae asked you personally, you have to go. he smiles, his gaze locking with yours, as if he’s getting lost in it. “great. i’ll see you tonight then.” he says softly, turning back to juyeon. “i have to go, coach wanted me for something, see ya’” you watch as hyunjae leaves, he turns to you giving u a simple nod.

“oh so now you wanna go.” juyeon turns to you shaking his head. “i dont know why i said yes. please kill me.” he chuckles. “better hurry up and go study, because we’re leaving at 10.” you throw your head back, groaning. juyeon, finding this amusing, laughs as he throws his arm around your shoulders, because to him, it just felt right.

he ends up walking to you to the library and staying with you. even though he spent most of the time on his phone, you liked the company.

—

“wait juyo, what am i even gonna wear..?” you whisper packing up your laptop and books. “just borrow something of minnie’s.” he scoffs with a laugh. “not a bad idea actually.” you tap your chin thoughtfully. “lets go check if she’s home.” the two of you rushed to your dorm. for once hoping she’s there.

“minnie!” you call out, slightly out of breath. she jumps from the sudden shout. her focus broken as she was sitting at her desk, getting ready for the exact same party you are going to. “what’s up? you scared me.” juyeon stays at the door, just in case you wanted him to step out. “can i borrow uhm.. your clothes for the party.” her expression shifts completely. she smiled brightly. “oh i’ve been waiting for this day to come!” she stands up and opens her closet. “take anything you’d like. fuck it, you can even take the outfit im gonna wear.” you laugh softly at her eagerness before rummaging through her closet, though, everything was so.. not.. you.

“you can go get ready, juyeon. i’ll be here for a while. just.. come back when you’re done.” he nods, leaving the two of you to get ready. “awh, that was juyeon? he’s so cute. you should put me on with him.” she smirks. “ask him yourself, minnie.” you sneer, you never really liked when girls would ask you for his number or just to hook them up. you never knew why, you just.. did.

after trying on what felt like every piece of (party) clothes in minnies closet, you didnt seem to like them. “minnie, all of your clothes are revealing, it’s like 20 something degrees outside.” you huff, it’s been atleast 30 minutes trying to find an outfit. “beauty is pain or whatever they say.” she shrugs, lips pursed as she bites the inside of her cheek before speaking again. “just wear my outfit it’s the least revealing and warmer.” she grabs the clothes from her bed and hands them to you. “no minnie, i dont-“ “just take it. i want you to go to this party, so i want you to be comfortable.” you smile warmly, thankful for your crazy, yet sweet roommate despite what she does at partys.

“thanks.”

by the time you’re done with your makeup, you hear a knock on your door. minnie goes to the door and greets juyeon. he walks in and looks over at you, his lips being tugged up into a smirk. “wow goin’ all out now are we?” you turn to face him, rolling your eyes. “first party in a while, and hyunjae personally invited me, might as well. now get out, i need to change.” he raises his hands in a mock surrender, backing out of the room with a grin.

changing was obviously the easiest part, you stare into the mirror for a bit. it definitely wasnt your style but there’s nothing you can do now.

“you look good.” minnie mutters, hands on her hips. “do i really?” she moves to stand next to you. “of course.” you smile softly before finally letting in juyeon.

safe to say juyeon was.. starstruck when he saw you. he never imagined you in such clothes, yet here you were, in front of him wearing something very much out of your comfort zone. in that moment, he felt like he was falling in love with you all over again. “how do i look?” you asked, a playful glint in your eyes. “great.” he replied, his gaze lingering on you a moment longer than necessary. “now can we go?” he licks his lips, looking away. “wait!” you both look back into your dorm to see minnie waving a bottle of vodka, grinning. “come, take the first shot w me.” you walk back inside, hesitant but still obliged. “juyeon?” “wasn’t really planning on drinking.”

“cmon juyo~” hes hesitant, he looks over at you as you plead. he gives in the moment he looks at you, it was almost like you know how to make him crack. “for you, y/n.” you smile as you all take a shot, hissing from the taste.

“ready to go?” minnie perked up, you would never not see her happy to go to a party, its second nature for her. minnie was actually the first one out the door. you and juyeon took your time getting there, not like there was any rush. the two of you walked beside each other, arms occasionally brushing. “excited for the party..?” juyeon breaks the comfortable silence as he scratches his neck.

“scared actually.” he smiles, “you’ll be fine, just.. stay in my sight okay?”

you nod.

the party was relatively tame. sunwoo kept coming up to you to have a good-ish conversation though ends up leaving every time to take shot after shot. “Hey, you’re y/n right?” a tall figure looming from the crowd walked towards you with a big grin. “uhh, yea i am, and you are?” the boy takes a sip of his (assumed) alcoholic beverage, “eric. I’ve heard a lot about you by the way.” you furrow your brows, curious. “what do you mean you’ve heard a lot about me?” you fixed your gaze on him intensely.

“hyunjae and juyeon.” hyunjae? you smiled to yourself. he had been talking about you.. but who brought u up first..?

“what do they—“ you were suddenly caught off by an arm sliding around your shoulder. “hey.” you look up to see the man of your dreams. your breathed hitched at the sight of him.

“hyunjae! hey man i didnt think you would show up because of.. you know who.” eric comes closer to greet hyunjae with a handshake. you were too mesmerized by the fact hyunjae has his arms around you to notice anything. to you, it seemed like it was only you and hyunjae in the room.

“i had to man, i invited someone after all.” he looks down at you with a soft smile. you look down as you smile. “cool outfit by the way.” he looks to you up and down, smirking as if he’s about to just flat out eat you. “oh thanks.”

as you two continue talking, juyeon watches from a distance. tongue poking the inside of his cheek as he takes a sip of his drink. not caring about what changmins telling him.

changmins notices his absent mind and glances over to where his attention is fixed. “no wonder youre not paying attention to me.” juyeon finally snaps out of this thoughts and looks at him. “my bad, what were you saying?” changmins scoffs. “dude you gotta tell her, if not then let her be.” juyeon remains quiet as he shakes his head.

as he went to go grab another drink, taking his eyes away from you for just a second, you were gone. he sighed hoping what he was thinking isnt whats happening. however….

you gulp as hyunjae takes your hand to lead you to a room. you can’t help but notice his phone going off every 5 minutes. though, that’s the least of your worries right now, the man you like oh so much is leading you to an isolated room.

he shuts the door behind you and almost immediately pulls you into a deep kiss. you couldn’t believe it, he was kissing you. you subconsciously kiss him back, hands coming to rest on his cheeks. his resting on your waist. his lips were soft, delicate even. after some time, he begins to get touchy. you didnt mind though, this was like a dream come true for you.

his hands tugging the hem of your tank top. while yours was tangled in his hair. the kiss was slow, almost like he wanted to savor this moment.

you jumped at this cold touch underneath your shirt. he pulls away to catch his breath, but you can’t help yearning for more. his lips so close to yours. “you’re beautiful, y/n.” you look up at him, his gaze lustful, darkening with each second. which sent shivers down your spine. you let out a breathy sigh, licking your lips as they curl into a tender smile.

“thank you.” you whisper, now avoiding his gaze. taking note of this, he gently brings one of his hands to your chin, making you face him.

a mischievous smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. his hand coming to hold the back of your head to kiss you one more time until..

ding

he pulls away. your lips parted, eyes fluttering. aching for another kiss that wont come.

he texts back whoever was calling and texting him, with a smirk on his face. you waited there patiently, nervous to speak up. “sorry, y/n.” his tone now dismissive, like if what just happened was forgotten.

“see you later yeah?” he leaves the room, phone pressed to his ear. you stand there, while the warmth of his touch still linger on your skin. your expression still dazed. you slowly leave the room to find juyeon.

as you head down stairs, you were immediately grabbed by the arm and got tugged outside. “what the fuck happened?! i took my eyes off of you for a second!” you flashed a coy smile at him, his brows furrowed. he noticed your shirt slightly messed up and sighed. “did you two hook up?” you shake your head, giving him a silent no.

he sighed in relief. “just kissed.” you giggle, it was as if he turned you into a teenager in love. you didnt know that this hurt juyeon, you were completely clueless. all juyeon could do is sit back and watch.

right?

he clears his throat. “lets head back, yeah?” his arm slips around her shoulder, pulling you close, as if he’s afraid you’ll slip away from him. “juyo..” he hums in response, glancing down at you. “who’s ‘miyeon’?” he remained quiet for a moment. wondering if he should tell you or not. “miyeon..?” “yeah, i saw her name pop up on hyunjaes phone— not that i wanted to i just accidentally saw..!” he shook his head. he didnt want to hurt you, but if you wanted to know..

“hyunjaes ex.”

“wh..what?”

“y/n, the only reason why he’s hooking up with so many girls..” he gulps, looking into your innocent eyes. “is because.. he’s trying to make miyeon take him back by making her jealous. its a pretty loser plan i mean..” he laughs awkwardly. “a high schooler would do that, not a.. college.. stu... y/n?”

your gaze turned glassy as tears gathered in your eyes. “y/n..” he cups your face trying to wipe away every tears that falls from your face. “so.. i never stood a chance..?” your voice quivered. “nonono— its not that.. y/n..”

“juyo..” you cry, clinging to him as your shoulders shake with your cries. he hugged you back gently, patting the back of your head. he bit his tongue, wishing he never told you. though, he knew it would come out eventually.

“come on, lets go.” he speaks softly, almost in a whisper. keeping you close as you two walk to your dorm.

the walk there was silent. not that you minded it, it was comfortable. you can’t help looking up at your best friend. it was warm in his arms. would it be crazy for you to feel something right now?

—

“can you.. stay with me..?” you pause, pushing the door to your dorm open just a crack. your voice still shaky.

the silence that follows feels loud.

“of course. i won’t leave you.” your lips curled upward into a smile, sniffling as you walk in.

the room was empty with minnie still at the party. you dont even bother changing, you just slowly get into bed, leaving a space for juyeon.

there was more silence as he climbs into bed.

its not something new that you and juyeon are in bed together. after so many hangouts at your house, it feels completely normal. without a word, he slips his phone from his pocket and starts scrolling through his feed, you doing the same.

eventually, the comfortable silence settles between you two. you start to drift off to fall asleep. juyeon notices, smiling softly. he gently shifts, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you close in a gentle embrace.

as you sleep deeply, you instinctively cuddle him closer, holding him tight. he kisses your forehead, whispering a soft “goodnight.” before drifting off to sleep as well.

you both peacefully sleep, no disruptions what so ever for a few hours until..

“y/n! y/n!” changmin bursts through your door, eyes widening at the sight of you two. he quickly slaps his hand over his mouth. juyeon stirs awake, blinking in confusion “what do you want, changmin?” he pauses. “y/n’s sleeping, be quiet.” juyeon mumbles groggily, rubbing his eyes, still holding you tightly.

“i was just coming in to tell y/n i just hooked up with minnie..” changmin whispers, juyeon lets out a soft, amused huff of laughter. “but i see shes busy..” he teases.

“get out, changmin.”

“yes sir!”

—

as you wake up, a familiar, comforting scent fills the air. you blink your eyes open to find juyeon sleeping peacefully beside you. a soft smile tugs at your lips as you watch him, taking in the peaceful sight for as long as you can before he wakes up.

you gently bring your hand up to move his hair out of his face. he groans at the sudden touch, though doesn’t wake up.

“GOOD MORNING!” minnie bursts through the door causing the two of you to bolt up. juyeon rubs his eyes and groans. “minnie..?” he turns to his left and there you were, holding your hand over your heart feeling it beat fast at the scare minnie gave you.

his arm was somehow around your waist. though, you both didn’t notice.

“hello lovebirds!” she flops down on her bed.

“where were you all night?” you speak up, rubbing your eyes. she quickly bolts up at the question, with a small smirk on her face.

“you will never guess!—“

“changmins.”

the two girls turned to juyeon. “what?!” you exclaimed, quickly getting up. “minnie, you hooked up with my bestfriend!?” you shake her by the shoulders. not stopping you, she just giggles.

“yeah… he’s so..”

“sure..”

“well what about you two, huh?” she points at you and juyeon, the smirk quickly returning to her face. “we didn’t do anything!” she giggles as you playfully hit her.

“when will the time come..” she turns around and flops onto her bed once more. you glance over at juyeon, noticing his ears are red. you look away as a smile forms on your face.

juyeon clears his throat. “i’m gonna go.. see you later?” he throws the blankets off of him and gets off the bed. “yeah.. see you.” you watch him as he leaves your dorm.

“i knew it!” minnies says as she lays on her pillow, voice muffled. you look at her confused as she sits up. “girl, go to sleep.”

“juyeon likes you!”

“what? you’re crazy.”

“slept over, ears got red when i mentioned you two…” she goes on. “he totally likes you. oh it must suck to like you..”

you furrow your brows. “what? why?”

“you’re head over heels for hyunjae, babes.”

“okay well not anymore, not after juyo told me he trying to get back with his ex” you sit on the edge of her bed.

“oh what an asshole..”

“yea well, nothing i can do now he loves her. i will never be anything to him besides ‘juyeons friend’.

To Be Continued…

yunppeo talks! — this is a long one and im still gonna make a part two dwdw you guys will definitely get ur juyeon fluff

p.s — im working on istj too ^v^

love, yunppeo.

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