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falling for him - kim hongjoong

word count - 1.2k

warnings- angst, makeout sessions, lowkey jealousy, enemies to lovers.

The sunlight cascaded through the curtains which discreet your room. You sat at the desk in the corner, with an elegant expression on your face due to the ineffable event of yesterday which made you think of the incoherent circumstances.

It was nothing but a dream you had last night which was you and no other than your priceless enemy Hongjoong making out in some lobbies. Your tender fingers touched your lips again.

Unfortunately, you cannot accept how hot it felt, how your body tensed thinking about that and the number of scenarios you imagined. You did not know how to react. You felt hot and disgusted at the same time.

You and he have been enemies for years now. Both of your families are pretty close to each other so the fact that you have to see each other often makes your brain flop every now and then.

During middle school, everything was normal Hongjoong used to be the guy whom you kissed a few times but it never went any further from that.

Since you started dating the handsome lad, Seonghwa, things between Hongjoong and you, changed. He became abrupt and barely talked to you, whenever you tried to initiate any conversation he ignored you like you were not even there.

His friends would laugh at you and his fangirls would make fun of you making you embarrassed but the things they got out of hand when -

You made your way over pushing the drunk sweaty bodies out. Your friend Wooyoung dragged you along with him, knowing how you were feeling after Seonghwa and you broke up. You decided to give it a shot thinking it would be the best way to lift your mood up.

Right now you hurried towards the washroom hustling people out of your way. Just when you twisted the knob you were greeted by the sight of Hongjoong. "Lucky enough."

He had a girl pinned up and was busy shoving his tongue in her throat. Your heart was set upon the forge, though you were no one to him a pang of jealousy still crept out. He pulled away when he noticed your existence seductively wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Good evening, y/n," he smirked and motioned the girl to leave.

"Why are you doing this Hongjoong?" you vocalized not knowing how you even got the confidence to talk like that, maybe it's the alcohol in your body.

"I am doing what sweetie?" his calm tone made your blood boil, you gritted your teeth.

"You know what you are an asshole and you always will be!" you raised your voice and he glared at you eyes filled with anger as his tongue poked his left cheek.

"You know what I guessed this could end at a better note but guess you screwed it motherfu-"

"Now complete that sentence, you whore." he pinned you against the door, choking the air out of you.

"You look so pretty like this, I bet you will tell your boyfriend about this, won't you?" tears welled up at the brim of your eyes.

"Not being able to speak huh? Baby, you're crying already." You tried to get out of his grasp but failed miserably.

"Oops, i forgot he broke up with you, didn't he? Such a sad thing." he chuckled.

He knew you could not hold on for much longer and let go of you, making you push him away with the leftover strength. He smirked, running a hand through his hair. You opened the door sparing a last glance at him "I hate you, hongjoong."

Your thoughts got invaded by the sound of your door creaking open. You turned around to be greeted by your mom's cheerful voice.

"Hey, sweetie! You don't look good but you have to because Mr Kim and his family will be dining with us tonight so ...don't look like a mess and come down at 8, alright?" You sighed.

"Don't be disheartened my love, your handsome friend will also be there so hurry up, okay? She sent a wink at you and closed the door before you could protest.

It's like a rave being added to your already amazing mood you had no choice but to face him. His eyes won't leave yours for even a second. You never felt so insecure. Whenever you would glare back at him, he would go back to devouring his food as if nothing happened.

But screw it he has a spicy sense of style it was something for which you never stop yourself to check him out.

As for today, he wore tight-fitted black denim from which you could slightly make out his flexed muscles, a casual biker jacket, and a Calvin Klein tee underneath it, his boots were the trendy H&M ones and had a fine silver locket hanging around his neck.

He had multiple piercings and you loved to admire the delicate pieces he wore.

You choked onto your food when your mom called you.

"Y/n sweetie, what happened? Why aren't you eating?" You could say that you were lost checking your hot enemy out.

"U-uh mom, well, I am done. I'll be back" you immediately left, feeling overwhelmed.

You wanted some time alone, not wanting to see him by any chance. You stood on top of the building, enjoying the breeze quietly. It always feels good to watch the busy city from the 20th floor. A smile crept across your lips, letting the wind hit you.

But it didn't last long, you felt someone's presence behind you and turned around to see satan himself leaning against the door with a smug face. He strolled up to you and you backed up, your voice quivering. "What are you doing here?"

He caged you between his arms once you were fully backed up against the balcony.

"Was missing you, sweetheart." He replied shortly, closing the gap between you two.

Your body was now flushed against his and your faces dangerously close. You looked down feeling your body heating up, once again it was set up on the fire. You didn't feel him this close after the brawl and it was an overwhelming feeling to you.

"Why don't you say, anything baby?" The nickname caught you off guard, you couldn't form words right now.

You kept looking down and he grabbed your chin making you look up at him.

His eyes adored you with much care, you now directly stared into his eyes reluctantly which contained so many emotions. This was the first time you felt him release these energies, he was always so rough and rude to you but not this time.

You absolutely were inebriated at this point and looked down at his lips making him do the same but again he asserted.

"Y/n look at me."

God, it's so long, my name from his lips feels damn.

You obeyed what he said, the wind picked up again just when he pursed his lips with yours. Closing your eyes you released your emotions, kissing him back. The heat of the moment felt fervent, both of your lips perfectly moulding onto each other, you were indulged.

It felt like the desires your heart was holding and craving to fulfil them were now finally quenched. A scent lingered in the air, it was strange but kind of telling you that the universe had something awaited for you both.

an: hii! thankyou for reading my works lyall sm<3 here's another shot and believe me I felt a ride of emotion while writing this. enemies to lovers is one of my favourite genres tbh. vote if you like it and comment your views below mwah <3