Pick-Up Lines | Yong Hoon x Reader (18+)

1 | Bad Boy

You were convinced. He was the most annoying fuckboy you had ever met. There were at least 10 other girls in your class, that were just as good looking as you. But for some reason, he had chosen you. You didn't understand why, but ever since he had first seen you, he hadn't stopped trying to get with you.

The number of times he had asked you for your number was out of control. Not that you were going to give it to him any time soon.

You had to admit, he was smooth. He never seemed to run out of energy when it came to making up pick-up lines and asking you about your previous boyfriend. You had broken up with him after he had cheated on you. It turned out he had only been in it for the sex, and it prompted you to have lost all trust in boys.

Mr. fuckboy was the annoying but smart kid in class, who every teacher wanted to hate. They simply couldn't, though, because no matter how many silly remarks he made, he always made up for them with just as many clever ones. He did manage to make you laugh too, at times when you weren't busy being annoyed at him. All he seemed to think about was sex. And you.

The worst part about hating his acting though, was, by far, his handsomeness. Of course, you would never admit it in his presence, but you didn't exactly think he was ugly. But being attractive wasn't all it took to make you open up to him. A boy. Boys, of whom you knew you shouldn't trust them ever again. Sometimes you felt yourself doubting your devotion when you stared at him. When he grinned slyly after having made a smooth remark towards you before he turned around in his seat, facing the teacher who had probably warned him about interrupting the lesson already. But you were strong-willed.

"Shut up," you muttered at him under your breath, glancing at the clock in the corner of the classroom.

5 minutes to go. You can do this. He grinned, not fazed by your comment. He had just shown you an actual screw he had brought from home.

YH: "Wanna screw?" had his exact words been. (i dare you to try counting the total number of pick-up lines in this book ay)

You had never been this done with anyone. Lucky for him, your teacher had no interest in warning his students for interrupting. Especially because no one was listening anymore when there were only 4 minutes of the lesson left.

YH: "I admit, not my best one. Here's another one," he said.

Oh boy, here we go again.

YH: "If I flip a coin, what are my chances of getting head?"

You wished in that exact moment you could slap his smirk off his face. Why did he have to sit in front of you? 3 minutes left.

"Your chances are smaller than zero, how many times do I have to tell you?" you muttered.

YH: "Actually, my chances would be 50%. But I guess you- Ow!" he let out, as you had smacked his arm playfully. "You know you'll say yes one day."

"In your dreams," you laughed ironically. "Can't you just behave like any other normal student for a minute?"

And so he did. For the last minute, he turned around and shut up. You were almost impressed. Now and then you caught him taking a glimpse at the clock on the wall, eager to leave just like anyone else in the room. At the same time, you caught yourself staring at him. Black skinny jeans, a deep blue jacket, some sneakers. Nothing out of the ordinary. His hair looked a little messy from where he ran his hand through it earlier.

(just gonna leave this here because it's how i imagined him to look like while writing this)

Then, the bell rang. Finally.

Voices bubbled up and chairs scratched over the floor. You packed your bag just as he stood up, placing his own bag on his table. Rummaging through it, he pulled his phone out, checking the screen. A second later, his face darkened in concern.

YH: "Crap. There's something wrong with my phone," he cursed.

You were 900% ready to get out of this classroom, but being the good person you were, you worried at his genuinely stressed expression. When he was being normal for a minute, you couldn't help but be polite.

"What is it?" you asked.

He looked at you for a moment, then sighed.

YH: "Your number isn't in it," he said, sounding completely serious. (i'm freaking screaming at these)

Was he for real?

"And that's the way it should be," you caught yourself. "I need my break from you when I'm at home."

And with that, you left him standing. If you just had his determination and used it for schoolwork, you'd have heavenly grades. You dragged your body home, feeling unusually tired. You didn't have a big appetite, which was unusual and couldn't focus on anything.

Thursday

You woke up sick. You were sure it was nothing serious but decided to stay at home either way. At least in your bed, you would be left alone. No pick-up lines for a day seemed like a week of holidays to you. It was a Thursday filled with coughing, sipping hot tea and watching your favourite TV show. You felt better in the evening, but not exactly healthy.

Friday

You walked into the kitchen. It was morning and you were ready to leave for school again. The second your mother heard the ugly cough leave your throat, though, she sent you straight back to bed. Fine, you thought. Even though you didn't feel sick anymore, another day in bed surely wouldn't hurt. It was Friday anyway, allowing you to be excited about the weekend already.

Around noon you decided to check your phone for messages from your friends. You were sure you had missed homework and other school stuff you didn't exactly feel like dealing with. To your surprise, none of your friends had messaged you about homework. Instead, you found a text from an unknown number.

unknown number: hey

you: who is this??

unknown number: if you were a Pokemon, I'd choose you

you: how the hell did u get my number???????

unknown number: we got paired up for a project

you: what u talking abt???

unknown number: mr. smiths made us a pair for the history projects so ur friend had to give me ur number. it's due to monday

you: what the hell????

unknown number: I didn't come up with the deadline

unknown number: btw what's with all the question marks

you: it's called confusion

you: so when do we meet up?

unknown number: tomorrow? my place

You knew your parents wouldn't be at home all day, and praying that his would be, you said yes. So there was still a small chance you wouldn't have to spend an entire afternoon in a house alone with him.