Jaywon AO3 stories :)

Dont wanna fall; margiela

"I don't really have anything else to do, so why not?" Riki says, lifting his head from where he's been resting it on the coffee table as he plays some mobile game on his phone. "I think a few people I've talked to in one of my classes said they might be going. Maybe I can meet up with them or something."

"We're a group of extroverts and it shows," Sunoo says, giggling. "I swear my friends that I met before you guys were so hard to get out of the dorms. It was like pulling teeth."

"Sunghoon-hyung isn't even a party person, why is he going?" Riki pauses his game, brows furrowed in confusion.

"Probably because that Jongseong guy is making him go," Jungwon replies, not looking away from his phone screen. He barely notices the way his nose scrunches in distaste as he speaks.

Sometimes there are just those people that you don't even know who give off some...vibes. Neither good nor bad, yet there's usually something about them that makes you a little wary. Park Jongseong is one of those people for Jungwon. Maybe it's the way that he's gorgeous, not in the untouchable, undeniable way that Sunghoon is, but in a way that feels intimidating and almost cocky. Or it could be the way that he is always surrounded by people and is the constant center of attention. Or maybe it's the way that he doesn't seem to have a relationship that lasts longer than a few months and the rumors that he talks to multiple people at once.

There are more than a few things that give Jungwon some pause, and he doesn't think he deserves the reproachful looks he's getting from Sunoo and Riki.

"'That Jongseong guy,'" Sunoo mimics. "You mean his best friend? You make Park Jongseong sound like some random."

"He's a random to me," Jungwon says simply, snorting. He shrugs, turning back to his phone. "I'm sorry I'm not a Park Jongseong stan like everyone else."

"He's actually really nice. I don't know why you hate him so much," Sunoo says, his tone sounding reproachful.

"I don't hate him. I don't even know him like that. I just hear things, that's all," Jungwon says, shrugging.

"Like what?" Riki sets his phone down on the carpet, looking as interested as Jungwon has ever seen him.

"Lots of things. Like the fact that he gets around."

"What is this, the 1950's?" Sunoo snorts, sitting up and shaking his head.

"Shut up, you know what I mean," Jungwon sighs, sitting up properly on the couch now.

"And I've been telling you, he's a super sweet guy and what you said is just a rumor. He's smart too," Sunoo insists, rolling his eyes. He talks about the guy so much, Jungwon is sure that he worships him or something.

"Sweet, hot, and smart? Unheard of," Jungwon says, sounding doubtful.

"No man is all three," Riki agrees.

"So which are you?" Sunoo asks, eyebrows raised. He looks like he's about to laugh already.

"Smart and hot," Riki says, puffing his chest out. Jungwon covers his mouth as he tries not to snicker.

"You wish you were hot. Or smart." Sunoo wrinkles his nose.

"Okay, which are you then?" Riki is glaring at the elder and Jungwon sighs, preparing himself for what is probably going to be a long night of arguing and hurt feelings.

"Sweet and hot," Sunoo says, smiling and turning his nose up.

"Wrong," Riki says immediately, no hesitation.

"Which part?"

"Both," Riki says, grinning.

"I'm going to beat your ass."