"rejection was not an option to his honey-coated words and sweet voice."
Smut. Original plot by cuppujinho.
DISCLAIMER:
Sexual content. Please don't read it if you're not comfortable with it. WARNING: CRINGE WORTHY PICK-UP LINES!
You had thrown on a random sweater with some pants, your sneakers and left your house. When you pulled up in his driveway you instantly noticed the lack of cars.
He's not getting into my pants.
Why did you even have to remind yourself? For some reason, you felt nervous.
He ripped the door open around two seconds after you had rung the bell. In a surprise, you flinched. The way he leaned against the door frame and grinned smugly made you frustrated. And you hadn't even entered the house.
YH: "Come in," he made a dramatic gesture behind him, waving you inside.
It almost made you laugh. Almost.
"Okay, first of all, rules," you entered the house and looked around.
YH: "Rules? What is this? BDSM?" he asked.
You rolled your eyes. He nodded his head towards the stairs and you followed him.
"Focus," you said, making him chuckle even more. "No pick-up lines. We need to get stuff done if this needs to be finished by Monday. I really need a good grade on this. Smiths already hates me for no reason."
YH: "Do I really distract you that badly?" he asked, smirking and turning around to you.
His hair was messy but in a good-looking way. His collar bones peeked out from under his shirt. You guessed he did distract you a little. (yong hoon's neck is attractive to me for some reason)
"See? That's what I meant. Keep those comments in. At least until we're back at school," you said, entering his room after him.
It looked cosy, and like he had just cleaned up. You hadn't expected him to be messy, but not this clean either.
YH: "Oh, I'm sorry. That's literally my character if you haven't noticed yet, sweetheart," he said, sitting down at his table, smirking again.
"Sweetheart?" you asked in disbelief.
You realized that he wouldn't stop with his comments until you did. And because fighting wouldn't get you anywhere, you decided to shut up and start working. Your topic was the most boring subject you had ever heard about, making it even more bothersome to research it. It had been at least three hours. He had kept quiet calm throughout it all, but you still seemed to struggle to make progress. You had taken your space on the floor, leaning against his bed. Around you, pens and papers were sprawled across the floor while you bit your lip trying to figure out a structure for your presentation.
YH: "I need a break," he murmured quietly from his desk.
You only hummed, your thoughts focused on the presentation. Your hand ran through your hair, sighing in stress. He cleared his throat, making you jump.
"Looks like you could need a break too," he laughed. "I'm gonna get a glass of water. Do you want one as well?"
Still, in concentration, you snapped out of your trance slowly. You got up while nodding, deciding he was right, for once.
You watched the back of his head as he walked. The work had made you sleepy and dizzy, a little as if you were drunk. Crazy thoughts flooded your brain all of a sudden. Your fingertips tickled at the thought of running your hands through his hair, down the nape of his neck.
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