Hwang Hyunjin, the school prince seems to bump into her on every corner.
She is everywhere, in his class, in the hallways, in his atelier.
No matter where he goes he meets her and it's getting into his head.
She is getting into his head.
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sweet dreams
"You're heavy, stand up properly," Hyunjin commanded, making the brunette frown. She was basically laying on his shoulder as he tried to walk straight out of Minho and Astran's dorm.
"You're just weak," she muttered, almost falling onto the ground. The taller male sighed, catching her just in time.
"Shut your smartass mouth for a second and try to walk, alright?" Izzy pouted, doing as he said. He sighed again, this time in relief when she finally listened to him and closed her mouth for a second.
Whatever she said was annoying. She thought she was so smart, which she was, and he just couldn't stop thinking about how much he wanted to shut her up with a kiss.
He was certain the alcohol must have gotten into his head already too, because there was no way he would be thinking like that if he was sober. He didn't want to actually kiss her. It was just the alcohol in his system combined with the urge to make her shut up. That was definitely it.
"Keys," Hyunjin proclaimed, watching her lean over the door frame of her dorm. She didn't respond and he just sighed. "Byun, the keys, come on. I don't have a whole night for you."
"Shut up," she muttered, trying to find her keys in her pocket. Well, not really. Soon after, she realized she doesn't have any pockets on her tight black dress, and she has no keys. She sighed, glancing at him. Her sight was blaming him even for not having keys.
"Are you kidding me?" He whined dramatically, putting his hands on his hips. "Does Seungmin have the keys?"
"Don't know," Izzy muttered, scratching her head as if it was supposed to help her remember. She definitely wasn't the smartest person when she was drunk.
Hyunjin sighed tiredly, going to her to help her stand again. "Don't think this means we are friends," he said, walking towards his and Felix's dorm while carefully supporting her so she wouldn't fall on the floor.
"You wish," she mumbled, closing her mouth right after she felt like throwing up.
She managed to hold it in the whole walk, until he opened the door of his dorm for her, helping her get to the toilet once she said she was going to puke. He sighed again, watching her hold onto his toilet, just throwing up while her hair was getting in the way. He decided to do this one last thing for her too and held her hair in the back so she wouldn't have vomit in them.
"You good now?" He asked, bringing her a glass of water to the toilet. She just frowned, leaning back so her back would be touching the cold wall. "Seungmin's not answering my texts or calls," he proclaimed, watching her sitting on the floor. Somehow, he felt pity for her. He wasn't the best drinker himself, but at least he knew when to stop. "Do you want to sleep here?"
Izzy scoffed. "You think... you can get anyone, huh, prince?" She managed to ask, reaching for the glass of water as her throat was completely sore.
"I can yeah," he nodded. Even though he didn't agree with her statement, and wanted to argue, he figured out it was for the best to just agree with her now. She probably wouldn't remember anything in the morning anyway.
"Well, you can't get me," she proclaimed. "I am not sleeping with you, dickhead."
He chuckled, "okay, Byun, don't sleep with me. I don't care." He walked closer to her, helping her stand up again. "It's not like I want to share bed with you. I am sleeping on the couch."
"I am not sleeping here," she tried to argue, but before she could even realize it, she was standing in his room, and he was taking her to his bed. "You fucking shithead," she mumbled, falling down on his bed.
He turned her to her side in case she would need to throw up again and threw a blanket over her. "Sweet dreams to you too, smartass," he said, walking out of his room. He closed the door behind himself, sighing immediately.
He made his way to the bathroom, standing in front of the mirror. He was slapping himself inside his mind when he noticed his red cheeks. "You idiot, stop," he scolded himself, leaning at the bathroom sink. "Stop thinking about her."
But he couldn't. He couldn't stop thinking about how perfectly the dress fit on her body, how hot she looked when she danced even though her dance moves were very questionable on its own. He couldn't stop thinking about how much it turned him on when she called him prince, or when she was arguing with him. He couldn't stop thinking about her kissing someone who wasn't him, and about the guy's hands on her ass.
"Stop. Thinking. About. Her." He told himself again, trying to push her out of his mind. But it wasn't possible. Not when she was in his room, on his bed, completely devastated.
Thankfully, he could stop his thoughts for a second when his phone buzzed. He sighed once again, taking his phone out of his pocket to see who was texting him. Seungmin. He opened his message, staring at his phone screen for a moment before deciding what to answer.
Seungmo I just took Bora back to her room, you can bring Izzy here
Stupid ferret It's fine, Felix came back too and said she can sleep on his bed while he sleeps on the couch, I'll send her back in the morning
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Izzy— well there what are you thinking about Hyunjin? 🤔😏 hehe I kinda love this chapter tbh
