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No Life, My Life (Jeong Yunho)

Genre: Angst, mainly; College!AU
Summary: You thought having guy friends would mean less drama. You've never been more wrong.
Request: "Hell9 can i request an imagine with Yunho from ATEEZ, something angsty but with a cute ending? Maybe enemies to lovers? Thank you very much!" by anon, & "Can i request a fluffy scenario with Yunho from Ateez?? Maybe a friend/enemies to lovers au where he teases the reader a lot bcuz he likes her but doesnt know how to confess until he has to comfort her about something or the boys accidentally tell her?? Idk any scenario is fine really, i just need me some soft Yunho rn :(" by anon
A/N: I have come to two conclusions. 1) Yunho is really popular among the requesters, and 2) I suck at writing angst+fluff stories; I can do them separately, but when it comes to mixing them, it just ends up going horribly wrong, T_T I'm sorry anons!!

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"What – no, Mingi, put that down it's fragile – San I swear if you open that I'll – Jongho stop lounging around and help Yeosang unload!" You rush around your new living quarters, regretting ever taking the boys up on their offer of helping you move. Already they have you running around like a chicken without a head.

You turn around again to see Wooyoung walking up with a cardboard box, "clothes" written on its sides in black sharpie.

"Why'd you put your clothes in a box, Y/N?" he asks. "Why not your suitcase, like the first batch?"

"Because I'm a broke college student, Wooyoung; I can't afford to buy more suitcases when I can just stuff my clothes in a box for free," you explain. Wooyoung starts to respond, but he suddenly trips over a power cord, and he and the box go tumbling to the floor. You gasp and rush to his side. "Wooyoung, oh my gosh, are you okay?"

"Y-yeah," he blinks, sounding a little stunned. When he looks past you, though, you see his expression change to shock, then embarrassment, and his ears turn red. "Y-Y/N... uh..."

Confused, you turn to look at the box – and gasp in horror. The lid must have come off in the fall, because the clothes that were in it are strewn across the floor. They're not just any clothes, though – they're your delicates, from your underwear to your bras and even your swimsuit. You rush over, frantically tossing the items back into the box, but suddenly, a hand snatches one of the bras away.

"These bras are so plain, Y/N! Don't you have any red lace ones or something?"

You're shaking with humiliation as you yank the bra out of Yunho's hands and snap, "Get your mind out of the gutter pervert, or I'll break every bone in your body."

He holds up his hands in surrender. "Just saying! Guess you really do have no life."

"Would you be happy if I got a job in a strip club, then?" you snap. Yunho's eyes widen in shock and his lips part, but before he can say anything, you growl, "Forget it, just get out. All of you, get out!"

"Y/N," Wooyoung tries.

"I said go!"

Wooyoung sighs and shoots Yunho a venomous glare as they walk out, and San cuffs the taller man on the head. You close the door behind them with a slam, but swear when you remember that you still have more stuff to unpack from the car. You stomp over to the window and peer through, waiting for the boys to leave. You see Yunho, San, and Wooyoung walking towards the other four by your car, and for a few moments, there's animated conversation, and from the look on Hongjoong's face, he's calling Yunho a few choice words, but eventually, the boys set down their stuff and leave.

You, meanwhile, stalk around the room, dragging your clothing boxes into your room and shutting them up in the closet. "Stupid idiotic perverted jerk," you hiss, closing the door with a slam. Yunho's comment hurts more than you care to admit, especially considering the fact that you've been crushing on him for a while now. And now that you think about it, his snide comments have been coming a lot more often, too. You don't know what you've done to make him bully you so much, but you're fed up with it. You resolve that the next time you see him, you're gonna have a little talk with him.