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117. X1 Lee Hangyul - Prove Me Wrong I

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Request:

badboy!hangyul x foreign exchange student!female sumthin (i leave the juicy stuff up to you lmao)

↬ Pairing: badboy!Hangyul x fem!reader

↬ Genre: Smut

↬ Warning: mentions of alcohol, explicit language, dirty talk, semi-public sex, slight hair pulling

↬ Word Count: 2k

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Being new wasn't really the best thing. However, it was good that technically 'everyone' was new, but being a foreign student... You were going to draw attention anyway. It was something you were already used to, introducing yourself over and over again, but it still brought some nervousness to be in front of everyone. Inhaling deeply, you entered the classroom, the professor wasn't there yet and everyone was already interacting. Almost every seat was occupied, the only one left being at the back of the room. Taking notes would be harder then. Everyone stopped chattering as the professor came in. The class started quickly and for a second you thought you were lucky because he seemed to have forgotten about introductions and stuff, but he suddenly stopped dead on his tracks.

"Ah, right, we have an exchange student." Fuck, no, really? Now? That was going to be even worse. He read the list and looked up squinting his eyes. Maybe there was another exchange student... "Y/n?"

Closing your eyes and taking a deep breath you raised up your hand. The next five minutes were about where you came from, what differences had you noticed, how long had you been living there, and so on until he continued with the class. You couldn't really see one of the words in the board and the context didn't help, so you looking to your right to ask someone but the girl sitting next to you seemed extremely focused...So you turned left and noticed for the first time the guy sitting next to you. He was wearing rather flashy clothes, at least compared to the rest of the students in there. He seemed to be already distracted by his phone, so it was better than your other choice.

"Sorry, I can't really see what's on the board..." He didn't even bat an eye. "Um, excuse me..." He finally directed his attention to you, his expression showing he was...annoyed?

"Heard you the first time. Can't see shit. Stop bothering me." His informal talking plus the swearing took you by surprise. It wasn't something very usual in their culture... What was wrong with him? You tried again.

"Ah, sorry, but I really need to take these notes..."

"Why do you keep talking to me? Shut up already." You clenched your fists and gave him a sarcastic smile. You were going to find someone later and ask them.

"Fucking asshole..." The curse left out your lips before you could even think about it. You knew you had to be respectful and all but why with someone like him? Although it seemed like he heard you, because he scoffed at you and mumbled something back. You stared at him and he maintained the eye contact. You weren't going to back away, you had many of these shitheads back in your hometown and if you didn't stand up firm from the beginning, they would annoy the fuck out of you. However, the smirk that crossed his face wasn't something that you were prepared for.

At the end of the class the professor took attendance and you paid attention to the moment he would mention the guy's name. At almost the half, you heard it. Lee Hangyul. You had to keep it in mind.

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A few weeks had passed and you were getting used to everything around. You made some friends and to see the cultural differences was interesting. Tonight you were going out for some drinks with the whole class during the orientation period. Music sounded in the background as you applied make up and got into your clothes. Even if it was a casual meet up, one of your friends suggested that you changed for a party since some of them were going to a club nearby. You were already slightly panicking: what could you wear that was appropriate for both a casual meeting and a party? Giving up easily just put a dress on and some high heels not too flashy but not dull.