seventeen smuts ·˚ ༘♡

hoshi

trope: slow burn enemies to lovers

what did i do in my past life to deserve this?

there's no way i'm gonna share a room with my nemesis

god, she even looks disbelief and disgusted

"i'll sleep on the floor"
she said

"no, you can have the bed, i'll sleep on the floor"

"it's fine"
she walk past me to take her luggage,
still not looking at me

god, this woman

do i have to grab her neck and pin her to the wall for her to look at me?

y/n

the girl who lives next door

one morning during our middle school years, i found out i was living next door to this unbelievably gorgeous girl in my class, i couldn't take my eyes off the moment she walked in through those doors,
she was like an angel

it was like love at first sight

she was considered as one of the smartest students in our school, she came from a mediocre background but proceeded to make her family proud everytime

exactly my type.

during our school days,
i couldn't take my eyes off of her, she's just so fucking beautiful that it hurts to try to look away

but the problem was,
she never looked at me, i didn't even know if she knew i existed.
why wont she look at me?

am i invisible to her?

she's well known as the most humble girl at school, she greeted everyone every morning when she walked in, she even greeted my best friends, called them by their names, but never mine

i hated everyone at school for that, why did they get to be known by her accept me? am i really that disgusting to her?

she even invited everyone from class to celebrate her 13th birthday at her house, and again, i was not invited.

later that night my friends came by my house next door, bringing a plate of food i didn't get to enjoy at the party because i was NOT invited

i just don't get her, what did i ever do to her to recieve this treatment from her

i tried so hard to get her attention until i finally did,

and it didn't ended up well

she punched my face for it, breaking my nose in the process

i remember blood, so many blood, on my hands and shirt

and then i remember her, standing there in front of my desk covering her
bruised fist
surprised by her own actions

we both ended up in detention after.

that night she and her mom decided to come over to our house, bringing the best banana bread i've ever tasted in my life

her mom sincerely apologized to me and my mom.
y/n too, though it didn't really sounded convincing

but i too had to apologize.
afterall this was all my fault.
none of this would've happened if i just kept my hands to myself that day

and since then, my mom and hers had become friends.
they would hangout while we're at school, invite eachother for dinners together, they would brought us to places where we would just listen to their chit chats
sometimes even leave us together to get ice cream,
which didn't ended up being a good idea