𓍯 𝐬𝐤𝐳 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

ꗃ ⋆ ࣪ . owner of a lonely heart » fluff

warning; high school!au, friends2lovers, manwhore, the use of the word manwhore, the actions of said manwhore, jealousy, crying, arguing, seungheon and xiaoting are avid y/n support club members, this chapter is super long sorry 😭 also i accidentally labeled it as smut... that's not true but wattpad hates me and won't save my changes 🤍

⊹ ⋆ﾟ꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹

there are certain types of relationships that are rough in the development, whether it be because of technical difficulties such as sudden regret or lack of communication, or simply due to its upbringing.

in stumbles that one guy—your public enemy, as you call him, because you swear he has ruined your reputation.

jeongin all but falls into the seat next to you, his usual, along with his usual gaze at you—head turned as much as he needs to while his neck is still craned in your direction—that tells one story: he has tea.

"hey there," he says.

"what did you commit now?" you reply. "you already have arson and treason checked off."

he sighs. "why do you always think the worst of me?"

"if i didn't, we wouldn't be friends."

"make that make sense."

you grin. "i like competition."

he lets out a quiet "ah" as sits up normally, now waiting expectantly for you to ask him more questions about the drama he so obviously has obtained.

to mess with him a bit, you simply continue reading your book, flipping the page casually.

"[name]," he whines.

jeongin always gets what he wants. you almost envy him for it. for his charm and natural glow. you can't see yourself ever being looked at like people look at jeongin.

you clears your throat, catching a giggle in your first. "my bad." you place your bookmark between the pages and set down the summer i turned pretty gently. "spill."

"well, jun is back from suspension, i saw two guys fighting with their hands in the hallway, i asked gaeul to the dance, chan told me that—"

"slow your roll there, buddy," you say as you put a hand up. "first, how did jun get suspended?"

"tried to take a swing at seungkwan... it was playful, though."

poor seungkwan.

"second, who was fighting and what does 'fighting with their hands' mean?"

"what's the one thing kids do, like—" he starts flapping his hands toward you like one would if they had sweater paws. you can't help the small smirk you adorn.

"sissy fighting?"

"yes, that." and before you can ask, he elaborates, "it was these two sophomores... i think their names are gunwook and ricky?"

"never heard of them." the image conjured up in your head is laughable, but more importantly: "you asked who to the dance?"

"kim gaeul."

days before, you premeditated this. you just knew your favorite manwhore was going to ask someone to the dance, and when you did, you planned out your reaction. though, when you put it into action, you can't find it in you to put any ginormous amounts of enthusiasm into it.

your jaw drops, hand weakly clasping your mouth. "no way!"

"i know! i was worried she was taken," he says.