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synopsis: Finding your soulmate seems like a dream come true right? Wrong, because finding out it’s your best friends boyfriend was just the beginning to the end. To make things worse, you weren’t the only one longing for someone you thought you’d never have.
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extra chapter: a deeper look into yang jungwon’s life. how the “student counsel besties” was formed.
listen to are you satisfied? by marina !!
any person on the outside would think yang jungwon’s life was perfect—and you wouldn’t blame them for thinking so.
his life does sound perfect; he’s class president, he gets good grades, he has a great group of supportive friends, his sister is going to harvard and soon—soon, jungwon would join her there.
but do they really know him? not exactly. not exactly.
yang jungwon’s life was nothing from perfect. in fact, the only reason why he took on the role of being class president was to escape his home life—where his mother would try so hard to control his life.
she had an obsession with the perfect family image.
“mrs. yang! your son is doing so well in school, everybody says jungwon is such a dreamer.” his 2nd grade art teacher told his mother—to which is only replied with a half smile.
“a dreamer, eh?” she says to her son as she combs his hair, “please, what do you have dreams about?”
growing up, jungwon never truly felt happy. he guess it was his own problem because everybody around him seem to be happy easily. with his mother’s high standards, he was truly never satisfied with himself either. and if he wasn’t satisfied—he wasn’t happy.
“are you satisfied with an average life, yang jungwon?!” his mother yells, “average. average—how disgusting. are you satisfied with yourself, hm?”
“no.” jungwon murmurs. everybody always said he was a control freak—who was obsessed with success and nothing but success. and they weren’t completely wrong.
instead of wasting away, jungwon decided he was going to run for class president junior year of high school. his mother was right; he wasn’t satisfied with an average life.
not everybody liked yang jungwon, but choi yeonjun saw something in him. he was always in advanced classes—top of the advanced classes to be specific and had caught yeonjun’s eyes when they first met in AP psychology.
he was interested in the boy. why was he taking so many APs? and running for class president on top of all of that?
the two grew close; yeonjun always caring for jungwon like a little brother. he himself was an only child, so jungwon was exactly like the brother he’d always wanted. soon, their friend group grew and lee heeseung joined, a part guitarist who was inlove with music and the Vice President of the seniors. (yang jungwon was utterly impressed by him). Jake also followed along soon after; being close friends with Heeseung due to them being on the school counsel together.
the four were very different people yet clicked instantly. it was as if their differences brought them together.
jungwon, growing up, had always thought that everything was his problem. it was his problem if he was always unhappy—it was his problem if he was never satisfied and it was his problem if he didn’t succeed. but with the help of his two best friends, he learned that he didn’t have to face it alone. he didn’t have to go through all of that alone, anymore.
synopsis ღ. you have been crushing on nishimura riki since your freshman year of high school. now in junior year, you finally gain the courage to confess to him with a love letter. trusting your friends sunghoon and sunmi to do it was the biggest mistake of your life. not only did they place the letter in the wrong locker—they gave it to the class president , yang jungwon!
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➳ You would think that Jake, the star player of the college rugby team, has nothing in common with you, but then, one lecture together makes you think otherwise.
➳ Characters: college rugby player!Jake x college student!reader/you
➳ Genre: fluff, college au, sports au
➳ Words: 4.7k
➳ A/N: This story is dedicated to the anon who has mentioned being interested in a college star player!Jake story in my survey, and also to another one who wanted to read any AU with Jake. Thanks to Enhypen’s new comeback, I got hit with all the inspiration I needed, so I hope you all enjoy some fluffy, cute and shy rugby player Jake. ❤️
You weren’t the type to be late from somewhere. In fact, you didn’t even remember if you had ever been late in your whole life. Even back in high school, you had woken up early, so that you would get on the bus on time, and even if the bus would be late, you would still arrive at school on time. If you were meeting up with others, you set out early, so that you would be there way before the agreed time in case you got lost.
Yet, today, you had to face one of your worst fears: being late from somewhere. It wasn’t even your fault, and it sucked even more for this reason. It was all because of your forgetful flatmate who had thought that she hadn’t had her keys in her bag, so she had grabbed the keys from the bowl by the front door (aka your keys!) and let herself out of the flat with them, and you had been stuck in the flat because both her keys and your keys had been with her, and there were no spare keys.
After frantically messaging her and asking her to come back to give you your keys, you ran to catch the bus, then you ran all the way to campus, all the way until the huge double door of the lecture hall. When you arrived there, you let yourself catch your breath, nibbling on your lips as you were trying to gather the courage to open the door and face having everyone’s attention on you when you walked into the lecture hall. It was inevitable since the squeaking of the doors was so annoying that everyone turned their heads towards it when someone arrived after the lecture started.
You fidgeted with your bag as you were standing there, but the clock was ticking, and you didn’t want to be late even more. You were just about to take a step forward when a fast figure bolted up towards the door, hands already grabbing the handle. However, he hesitated for a moment and turned towards you a second later.
“Are you also coming in?” he inquired, eyes twinkling with warmth, tone kind. You had to admit that he looked cute even with messy, chocolate-brown locks and a plain grey hoodie, and there was just something very comforting about his presence. It was as if his whole aura radiated calm and serenity.
“Yeah. I just…” You started, stumbling upon your words, not sure how to form coherent sentences. Would you be lame to confess that you merely didn’t want to gather attention by arriving late? Not to mention that he seemed a tad bit familiar, and it seemed even more embarrassing telling someone who seemed familiar and whom you might meet again (given that you were going into the same lecture hall) something like that.
The boy cracked a smile, the sides of his lips turning upwards in a rather cute way, and understanding flashed across his warm mahogany orbs.
“Come in after me a few seconds later. I’ll leave the door open,” he offered kindly while bobbing his head in the door’s direction, and then he did just as he had told you so.
You couldn’t believe what was just happening, but you waited as the immensely considerate boy had suggested, and managed to sneak in without gathering anyone’s attention. The door closed behind you quietly (thankfully), and you let out a shaky breath as you stood there in the back of the lecture hall. You looked around, searching for empty seats, yet there was no way you would take your usual seat in the third row. That would gather even more attention than opening the door yourself, so the back seats were the only safe option left.
As expected, the seats in the last row were almost all taken, full of students who didn’t even pay attention to the lecturer or who were quietly munching on their breakfast as it was the first period of the day. There were empty seats on the left side in the last row, but there was a guy sleeping in the first seat to the side, so there was no way you would wake him up and ask him to let you sit beside him. So that left you with the right side, and the only seat left was right beside the previously met stranger who actually caught your gaze while you were looking around, and directed a friendly smile at you.
Tentatively, you made your way towards him, but he didn’t flinch even when you took the seat beside him, so you silently thanked him with a rather coy smile, and started packing your things out, starting to take notes as soon as possible.
Thankfully, the most awkward part of your day was over, but you had to force yourself not to turn your head towards your kind stranger and his soft features. No, that would make things weird, and you definitely didn’t want your saviour catching you stare at him no matter how adorable he looked in that oversized hoodie and its hoodie paws that he played with absentmindedly while listening to the professor. You wondered whether it was a habit of his or just a one-time thing.
However, when the lecture came to an end, and you packed your stuff, ready to head to your next class, you couldn’t stop yourself from turning towards him:
“Thanks for earlier,” you sighed out, holding the books to your chest as firmly as if your life depended on it.
“No problem. I usually come in late anyways because of my practices,” he explained with a shrug of his shoulders, and you didn’t need to be told what his words indicated: that you looked like you didn’t usually come in late, that’s why he had been so considerate. No wonder your cheeks turned burgundy at the implication behind his actions.
“You do sports?” You found yourself asking, but you immediately felt the need to facepalm because come on, he could have been a musician, too! Or he could have been doing photos or anything that needed practicing.
The boy, on the other hand, nodded to your words as you two were heading out of the lecture hall.
“Yeah. I’m in the college rugby team,” he confirmed with a surprisingly shy smile, and it dawned on you in that moment that it must have been why he was familiar. Even though you weren’t up-to-date with the sports teams of your college, the rugby team was said to be the most successful, and rumours had it that they had the most handsome boys on campus, too. Well… now you could say that the rumors were probably right though he didn’t look like your typical shallow-minded athlete who only cared about parties and girls. He looked way softer, and he was a physics major with you given your shared lecture, so he was probably pretty smart, too.
“That’s good,” you mumbled out, not knowing what else to add, so you just smiled at him, and he did the same. Before it could get more awkward though, the boy spoke up:
“I gotta go now. See you around, I guess?” he announced with an apologetic smile, but there was something in the way he told you this, something that made you hope that you could see that wide, toothy smile of his, and that you could actually speak to him more.
So you mirrored his smile, and watched as he jogged off, finding yourself blushing at the sight.
The next time you had the lecture for the same class, you weren’t late. Which meant that you were supposed to take your usual seat in the third row, and forget about what had happened last time as if nothing had happened. You assumed that the boy from earlier would come in late again, so you wouldn’t have an excuse to take the seat beside him anyways.
Yet, when you walked into the lecture hall, the kind rugby player was already sitting in the last row, head buried into a book. You were caught off-guard for a few seconds because you were so sure that he wouldn’t be there that you didn’t even move, and he happened to look up at this exact moment. When your eyes met with his warm, chocolate brown orbs, you felt a blush creeping into your cheeks, and if his affectionate gaze wasn’t enough, he was also giving you a small smile that melted your heart a bit, and you found yourself walking towards the row he sat in.
“Is this seat taken?” you asked first things first, pointing at the seat that was not right beside his one but the one beside that. You weren’t bold enough to take a seat right beside his one yet again.
“No. You can take it,” he offered gently, and his voice was so soft, so mellow, so silky. As if his voice matched his gentle soul, it felt like he wouldn’t be able to hurt a single soul.
So you took the seat with a grateful thanks, and started packing out of your bag. You had your notebook and your book alongside your pencil case and your phone, and as you were flipping the pages of your notebook to where you had left off last time, the boy spoke up beside you.
“Did you look at the example calculations at the end of the previous lecture’s slides?”
“Yeah, I did.” You nodded, wondering why he must be asking that, but he told you the reason without you asking about it:
“Could you help me with one of them? I didn’t fully get how we got the answer that was indicated,” he explained, a bit discouraged, but your lips turned into a soft smile. He looked like he was quite disheartened by the fact that he didn’t manage to solve all the examples by himself, and that just showed how hard-working he was, so why would you say no? You respected him for admitting that he didn’t manage to grasp everything.
“Sure,” you gave in immediately, and gathered your notes related to the said task, then started explaining it to him. You weren’t sure how well you were doing, but he nodded, telling you that he was following your explanation, and slowly, as more and more numbers and equations were jotted down on your blank piece of paper, he seemed to understand the solution.
“Oh gosh, thank you! I get it now!” He exclaimed beamingly as his hands flew to his head, holding it as if he was unable to believe that he had managed to understand the problem. Then, he let his hands fall back to the table, right on top of his papers. “I really appreciate it,” he added as he turned to you, toothy smile on full display.
He had such puppy-like features, both his eyes and his soft facial features told you so. He also had this calming yet affectionate aura, akin to the feeling dogs give you when they snuggle up to you after you had a long, tiring day.
“No worries. You can say we’re equal now,” you noted, pointing out that he had helped you out last time, so he didn’t even need to feel like he was indebted to you because you helped him this time.
You didn’t even have time to talk more because the professor walked in, and the class started. You tried your best to concentrate on the material, but you had a hard time when the boy was yet again playing with the paws of his hoodie, and you found it so adorable that you wished to look at it time and time again. You realised that it was probably a habit of his because he did it only between taking notes, so when he didn’t have anything to do, but it was adorable nevertheless.
The class came to an end in no time with you having such thoughts, and as you were packing your books into your bag, the puppy-like boy’s mellow voice was like a jingle of bells in the cacophony of the sudden noises around you.
“I’m Jake, by the way,” he introduced himself with a bit of a shy smile, and your heart skipped a beat both at his introduction and that smile. Jake. What a lovely name to a lovely boy.
You introduced yourself just as well, both of you smiling to yourselves when you realised you were suddenly out of things to say, but this time, the goodbye was even less permanent than last time. Now you had a name to attach to the boy, and you had a seat to go back to when the next lecture would roll by.
And so it became a habit of you two having the same seats in the last row, and even when Jake was late because his practice ended later than usual, you would save that seat for him, and wait for him earnestly.
As you two got to know each other more, you didn’t talk only about university anymore. Though you had to admit that you had never met anyone as enthusiastic about physics as he was, and it was adorable whenever he was talking about a concept with his wide, star-filled eyes and that excited tone of his. He had such a soothing voice that you were sure that if he were to lend his voice for an audiobook, people would be head over heels for it. He also made the topics he was enthusiastic about seem so fascinating, and it wasn’t that rare that you searched for physics-related stuff together or you watched some videos together, sharing the same interest in the field.
Yet physics aside, you got to know about how he had become interested in rugby, and how he had made friends with his team members in the college rugby team. You got to know about stories regarding his childhood, his family and his upbringing, and it was just something you couldn’t get enough of. Let it be about his new favourite movie or his all-time favourite song, or about how he took his coffee and what kind he liked, or whether he loved cats or dogs more, you were sucked in. He was like a black hole that pulled you in, and didn’t let you go. Yet, you didn’t mind, and you just wanted to get to know him better.
Not to mention that Jake was so kind, probably the kindest person you had ever met. He might not have said it out loud, but his actions really did speak for themselves, and it wasn’t just toward you (though it fluttered your heart whenever it was towards you); he held the door for whoever that came after him, he picked up books and pencil cases that fell to the floor, he grabbed books for you in the library when they were on higher shelves, and he always spoke so politely and kindly. It was impossible not to fall for him.
That day was no different. He was being a real angel when he put down a box of banana milk on the table in front of you, but you, not knowing the reason, wanted to object at first:
“You’re really kind, but I wouldn’t want to have it instead of you,” you explained with a half-smile as you pushed it towards him. He looked perplexed for a moment, but then, he reached into his bag and brought out another banana milk.
“I’ve got one, too,” he stated the now obvious, and bobbed his head in the direction of the box in front of you. “I got it for you.”
You looked down at it, a blush already making its way onto your cheeks. Gosh, how could he be so sweet? You were sure that your feelings were written all over your face, so you tried to pull yourself together and form coherent sentences:
“Oh, well, then, thanks.” You bobbed, nibbling on your lower lip to hide the widest smile that was starting to invade your lips. On the other hand, Jake took your stillness as a wrong sign, and asked, worried:
“You don’t like banana milk?”
“Yes. I mean, I do like it. It’s just…” You mumbled nervously, hoping that you wouldn’t turn the situation even more awkward with the words that were searing your tongue. “I’m touched that you got it for me,” you confessed anyway, turning your head to look at the boy, but if anything, the sight of his slightly coloured cheeks made you even more shy.
“Well… yeah, I’ve thought of you when I was at the convenience store,” he admitted as he scratched the back of his neck sheepishly, flashing a bright smile at you nevertheless.
You two just kept looking at each other while smiling, getting lost in each other’s eyes and the curve of the other’s lips and the dimples hidden in the corner, the depth of the orbs, the shade of the locks, and the softness of the heart. It was a fuzzy feeling, and you felt warm from head to toe, bathing in the genuine affection of the boy.
Jake broke the silence first, yet his words rendered you speechless. In the best way possible, actually.
“You wanna... maybe, but just if you want to, come to one of our matches? The next one will be on Friday at 5pm,” he inquired, blinking at you all coy and tentative, but your smile immediately deepened, and your cheeks immediately reddened. You felt the need to fan yourself, but you held yourself back for both of your sakes.
“Yeah, sure. I would love to see you play,” you gave in without hesitation because honestly, you had been meaning to attend one of his games, but since you knew nothing about rugby apart from what he had told you before, you were clueless, and it would be awkward to suggest going yourself when you didn’t even know the rules. Yet, now that he asked you to come (wanted you to come!), it didn’t feel so awkward.
So you shared another smile before the professor walked in, but your heart was pounding in your chest throughout the whole class and throughout the week until the Friday match.
On Friday, you were sitting in the host team’s sector, typing an encouraging message to Jake, confirming that you had made it to the venue. As expected, you weren’t late to the match, so you scrolled through some news sites while you were waiting for the game to begin. You didn’t even expect Jake to reply to you because he must have been busy preparing, and you just wanted him to know that you were there whether he saw your message pre or post-match, but your whole face lit up when you got his grateful message with an adorable emoji.
Since you were really new to such things, you were in a constant daze during the whole match because you were so focused on what was happening all the time. Your heart skipped a beat whenever Jake seemed to slip a bit, but thankfully, he didn’t fall or injure himself, it was just you not knowing anything about rugby and how intense it could be. So you were literally on the edge of your seat the whole time, listening to the announcer’s remarks that could help you understand the game and its rules a bit more.
You couldn’t deny that seeing Jake playing rugby was very different from seeing him in his oversized grey hoodie with its paws and his starry eyes whenever he was talking about physics. This time, he was obviously more intense, he appeared stronger, bolder and more confident. He cooperated with his team members, and they relied a lot on each other to execute the formations and to score goals. You could see that they had great team dynamics, no wonder rumours were going around saying that they might have been the best sports team at college, the other team didn’t even stand a chance against them, and the Hybe Hawks won fair and square.
There was a bit of an after-match buzz after the winner was announced, and no one moved from their seat for some time, so you sat there awkwardly, eyes on the boys who were joyfully cheering on the field while forming a circle. You smiled beamingly, equally happy for their win, but then Jake looking around caught your eyes, and you wondered whether he was looking for you or it was just a silly little hope on your part.
You were proven right though when the boy’s eyes settled on you, and he waved in your direction with a bright, toothy smile. You did the same, and since he was standing still in front of your sector, you decided to make your way down there once the crowd started to dissolve.
“Hi!” He greeted you once you got there, and he was still a bit short of breath, drops of sweat dripping down his cheeks.
“Hi!” You beamed, and you were glad that you weren’t the only one whose face was red. For him, it was because of the game, and for you, it was because of the cheering. “You guys were awesome! Congratulations on your win!”
“Thanks,” he breathed out, his lips curling upwards. He reached to wipe the sweat off his face, and to ruffle his dark locks that stuck to his forehead, but even in this dishevelled state, he looked good. You couldn’t deny that, he really did look good.
However, before either of you could keep up this conversation, two other guys showed up by Jake’s side, and interrupted your little catching up.
“Hey! You must be y/n! We’ve heard so much about you. Only good things though, I doubt Jake would be able to say anything bad about you,” the shorter, sharp-eyed boy commented with a sly smile, exchanging a glance with the taller, prince-looking one who stood beside him. They both looked as if they were trying to hold back their laughter.
“Come on, man!” Jake nudged his team member’s shoulder, but you couldn’t deny that you caught his ear reddening. The boy tried to pull himself together, and cleared his throat. “So this is Jay and Sunghoon. We’re the same age, and we’re all in the rugby team since our first semester,” he introduced you to the guys, pointing at the sharp-eyed one - Jay - and then the prince-looking one - Sunghoon. You bobbed your head, flashing a friendly smile at the two of them. They seemed like good friends, it could be seen that even their little teasing didn’t hurt the physics major in any way.
“Obviously, we’re in the same team. We’ve just finished a match, Jake,” Sunghoon pointed out with a chuckle, and you laughed along with them, causing Jake to blush even more. You had seen Jake nervous before, but never to this extent although his already flushed face might be the one to blame.
After laughing about stating the obvious, a momentary silence fell upon the four of you, but it wasn’t really an awkward one since there was such a hustle-bustle around you all that it could hardly be called silence. Nevertheless, when neither you, nor Jake knew what to say, and Jay’s eyes shifted from his friend’s face to yours, you knew that he was about to speak up.
“So you two are heading somewhere after this?” he inquired casually, and you couldn’t tell which one of you was more nervous: Jake or you.
“Oh, it has not yet…”
“We haven’t really talked about it before the match,” the boy explained to his friend as he scratched the back of his neck, sending you an apologetic albeit awkward glance.
“Then, you should do so now. There won’t be an after-match party today anyways,” Sunghoon chirped in, and you swore that you could feel where this was going, and the two guys’ slight acting didn’t help the situation either.
Seeing how you two didn’t know how to react, Jay let out a chuckle, and nudged Sunghoon’s side, exchanging a glance.
“Alright, we’ll go now, we’ll let you talk about your date. It was nice seeing you, y/n!” Jay exclaimed, and in a rush, the two guys left the scene before Jake could have come after them because he seemed like he was about to do so, alarmed by Jay's choice of words.
“D-date…” he mumbled under his breath, blinking frequently as if he was trying to dissolve the awkwardness in the air by looking around more. You, on the other hand, found it difficult to even catch your breath because you were just as surprised by the intention behind the two boys’ words as he was.
“I mean… I don’t have anything to do after this,” you blurted out, hoping to save the day, but Jake’s eyes widened to an extent you had never seen before.
“Does that mean you want to go on a date after this?”
“I was just trying to say that I don’t have anything planned, I didn’t mean that we have to go on a date. You know, I…” You started, the words flowing without you thinking about what you were saying. Which resulted in a disappointed pout from the boy, and in your panicked state, you continued, and now you were really not thinking what you were saying. “I was just thinking that yeah, we could grab something if you want to, I’ve never dared to think that you would bring up a date because I don’t know how you feel about me, and I didn’t want you to feel pressured by your friends’ implication…”
And you were sure you could have gone on forever, maybe causing even more awkwardness, but Jake (god bless him!) interrupted you with a question that left no room for misunderstandings:
“If I said, I would have wanted to go on a date with you even without my friends’ nudging, would you have said yes?”
You blinked at him, touched and confused at the same time, but there was nothing that you could have taken in a different way from his words, so you nodded.
“Yes,” you replied in a second, your heart pounding in your chest. You might not have imagined this scenario - him, being all sweaty and you being flushed because of the excitement from the match, on the rugby field, after meeting two of his team members and friends - as the one where he asked you out on a date, but you would have never had it another way. Not when he was trying to contain his overflowing happiness by biting down on his lower lip, but the sides of his lips curling upwards gave him away anyways.
“Then, we can go on a date after this,” he announced sheepishly, and you nodded, feeling like you had just hit the jackpot.
And maybe you did because Jake turned out to be the best boyfriend you could have asked for, and you didn’t even want to believe how you hadn’t wanted to come to terms with the fact that he might have liked you when his love was evident in all of the considerate gestures he had done so, in all of the banana milks he had bought you, and in all of those shy glances shared over your lecture notes. Maybe it was because he was just too good to be true, but thankfully, his friends had come to your rescue that day, and you would have never had it another way.
STREAM ENHYPEN'S TAMED-DASHED FOR CLEAR SKIN!!!
ayo so i’m actually going to try to post the jake oneshot SOON (hopefully this week) DOES ANYONE WANT TO BE PUT ON THE TAGLIST ?? 😜
ENHYPEN ✧ Just a Little Bit
𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 | ⛸ TWO: humble yourself
SYNOPSIS: Ever since you were a child, ice skating was something you could only admire from afar, however visiting your new local ice rink for the first time led you to meeting the literal boy of your dreams. Only now, he’s not who you expected him to be.
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