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biggest liar; yang jungwon

## [ biggest liar ] : : yang jungwon ! !

genre: fluff

description: wherein ni-ki concludes that jungwon is the biggest liar he has ever met.

word count: 0.6k

a/n: HI HIHIHIHI I AM KINDA FRUSTRATED WITH MY WRITING BC I CANT WRITE WHAT IM THINKING AND IDK HOW TO CHANGE THAT IM SO BAD AT DESCRIPTIONS BUT THIS IS A LEARNING PROCESS SO I’LL KEEP TRYING YAYA anyways hope y’all enjoy !!

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When Nishimura Riki tells you that he’s never met a bigger liar than Jungwon, you quirk your eyebrow in confusion.

“You’ll see,” He follows up vaguely, a knowing smirk resting on his lips. “It’s painfully obvious anyways.”

And you cluelessly take his word for it, not until you slowly realize it unfolding in front of your eyes. 

First lie: He thinks you look funny.

Every time you shoot him with that alluring smile, he just feels like dissolving into the wind.

The apples of his cheeks flush into a bright pink, and his hands feel weirdly clammy, yet he ignores these signs and subconsciously ruffles your hair.

“You brat,” Seething, you eye him with a murderous gaze. “Why did you mess up my hair?”

Jungwon chuckles upon setting eyes on your slightly annoyed demeanor, and apologetically flashes his dimples. “You looked funny, so I had the urge to mess your hair.”

Nope, he was completely lying through his teeth. Butterflies were swarming his stomach, and he had to distract himself from the feeling somehow.

Second lie: He wasn’t staring at you.

In times where he struck with immense boredom during class, he usually plays with your hair tie on his wrist, lightly pulling and stretching on it.

But sometimes, he lets his gaze wander, and most of the time it always lands on you. Your figure is lazily leaned back on the chair, evidently losing any kind of interest in the discussion.

The corner of his lips threaten to rise, as he turns amused at your bored expression.

Meanwhile, you feel a presence staring at you, so when you turn both your eyes meet. The teen’s cheeks burn into a radiant amber, and he deliberately slaps both of his cheeks to mask his flustered expression. You never usually look back, so for the first time he was caught off-guard.

He quickly averts his gaze off to the side, now briefly directing his attention to the teacher discussing. 

And you break out into a small grin. 

Third lie: He totally doesn’t think that you deserve the world.

You aimlessly stare off to the clock above the whiteboard, droning out the obnoxious voice of your History teacher, which has lost your interest minutes ago.

But it's not like you were the only one. You were sure that a certain boy was bored as well—the boy being the one who was seated from behind you, Jungwon. And you have knowingly concluded it from the way his fingers are currently threading through your tresses, boring himself in its fragrant scent. 

A fluttery feeling wells up in the pit of his stomach as he continues to comb his fingers through your hair, then attempting to do some kind of braid with it.

And you let him, even making it easier for him by gathering your stray strands into one place.

His seatmate jokingly rolls his eyes at the sight, pretending to barf from the scene in front of him. If you could only see the hint of fondness present in this boy's eyes, plus the way he tries to bite back a smile from your small gesture.

Everyone could see how starstruck he was when he was around you.

But you didn’t. Even if you did catch on, you wouldn’t exactly understand the full extent of it. You're unaware of how much the teen is enamored with everything you are.

He quietly thinks to himself, you don’t deserve the world because as cheesy as this sounds—he feels like you deserve more than that. You deserve the whole expanse of cosmos and even what lies beyond it. 

Wherever you are, is where the sun chooses to shine. Because being with you, feels like the gentle warmth of the spring’s rays. Grazing his cheeks with hues of pink, closely resembling the flowers that bloom from within his chest.

Once he is finally able to make a decent braid, he takes a hair tie from his wrist and sneakily ties your hair.

In almost perfect timing, the bell rings, and the first person you turn to is him. With an all-knowing smile, you let out a small laugh.

His heart flutters inside his chest, overflowing with immense adoration. He tries to bite back another smile upon the sight of you. Diverting his gaze elsewhere in order to calm the furious redness spreading throughout his cheeks.

You are truly captivating.