guy is like woohooo! oh wait i have to finish up here

J U N #1: Ice-Cream

Genre: Fluff…too much fluff

Category: Sweet Seventeen

A/N: i was inspired with the 아주Nice! theme and Jun is too much tbh so i came up with this! Enjoy!

Word Count: 1117 words

1st June, 2016

Droplets of body sweat drenched your clothing after a jog. Checking the public clock accompanied with a temperature notice, it was 33 degrees Celsius. The heat of summer was finally kicking in.

You felt a vibration from your phone, it was a text message from your (F/N), who works with you at a dessert café.

1stJune 2016, 12:45pm

Yah Y/N! Get your
butt here quickly cuz
manager’s not in a
good mood! ㅠㅠ

You shook your head giggling and replied to her text message immediately.

1st June 2016, 12:45pm

Alright I’ll be there in
a jiffy! I just finished
my jog. Wait for me~

Arriving at the dessert café you were working at, F/N’s greeted you with a semi-frown. “Yah, you know the manager’s not really here right?”

You laughed. “I knew you would use the same reason so I took more time in jogging.”

F/N hit you on the shoulder. “Haha for how long? Three hours?”

You nodded as you wore a hat that comes along with the red staff uniform. “Mhm! It’s refreshing you know!”

The door frame opened and poked the bell indicating an arriving customer. Well, customers. You peeked through the staff kitchen door to see thirteen boys making their way to the largest table. Boy how loud they were…and not to mention they were bunch of good-looking guys. Especially the tall boy in pink, who was wearing a sports headband to compliment his blonde hair.

“Y/N! Stop daydreaming and get to work! I know they’re all handsome!” One of your co-workers jokingly called out, which caught the boys’ attention.

You quickly hid behind the door but you bumped your head. “Hey Y/N, you’re in charge of the cashier today.” F/N handed you an ice pack. Your eyes enlarged, knowing you could be taking dessert orders from the boys.

In a distance, you could hear the boys talking.

“Alright! What should we get?”
“I want choco!”
“Banana split!”
“Hey I wanted that! Hyung he copied me!”

And on and on they went. These ‘good-looking’ boys are like kids. You thought. Suddenly, one of the chairs screeched and you see the same tall blondie approaching you.

“Hi. I’d like to order three chocolate ice-creams, three vanilla ice-creams, two banana splits, three iced lemon tea, and strawberry ice-cream for me.” He smiled at you.

Gosh he smiled at me.. He’s handsome too.. You internally squealed.

“Jun hyung! You forgot my grape popsicle! How could you forget the maknae?” One of them shouted.

Jun laughed hearing this. “Oh and a grape popsicle, please.”

You felt yourself getting lost in his eyes, you shook your head and counted the total amount. “T-that’s a huge order. It’ll be 49,500 won, sir.” You blushed slightly.

“Here’s 50,000 won.” Jun smiled as he handed the cash.

“Thank you. Your order will be about ten minutes, since it is for a large group.” You smiled back. He was astounded by your shy smile. He had never seen a girl who blushed cutely as you. He seemed to have taken a liking on you.

Jun walked away bowing and in you went to the staff kitchen. You sighed loudly but you didn’t care about your surroundings. At least you got to know his name.. You weren’t sure if your mind was tricking you, but you saw him blush. Your heart was knocking to your chest vigourously and your face was heating up. You actually fell for him.

The day went by quickly and you wished you would see Jun again. Little did you know that you two would cross paths once more.

The next day, your time at work repeated its schedule. With the hot summer taking over, a lot of customers visited. Still, you kept glancing at the door, hoping to see Jun coming in.

F/N noticed this, and nudged you with her shoulder.

“You know, I believe in the saying that girls are meant to wait with patience. And they can apparently. But you? Gurl you impatient. Prince charming will come. Just wait a little longer yea?~”

You rolled your eyes with a smirk on your face. “Gee F/N, you and your love talk. He won’t come.”

Exactly a second later, the door opened with Jun visible to your eyes. However he was alone this time.

“Well what did I tell you Y/N? Patience is key~” F/N nudged you again and out of embarrassment, you slapped her shoulder. “Hey that hurts!”

“Hi again. Same order from yesterday please.” Jun said with the same smile that made your stomach churn, in a good way though. You took his order and he sat where he could see you.

Days passed and Jun regularly visited the dessert café, ordering the same strawberry ice-cream. Since then, you both befriended each other, started a conversation and even exchanged numbers. You and him would make eye contact and immediately look away. He made you all giddy on the inside and you never knew he felt the same way.

One day he visited the café with his twelve friends, or brothers, as he considered them.

“The usual?” You asked him.

“Yes please.” He gave you a toothy smile.

“How about the others?” You stretched your arm as you looked at them.

“Nah just me.” He leaned on the counter, smirking. “Alright then.”

You delivered his order to where he and his friends were sitting. “Here’s your order. Enjoy!”

He grabbed your wrist and you turned around in confusion. “Hey Y/N, I have something to tell you.”

You tilted your head. “What is it?” The others were giggling and were pointing at him.

He took a deep breath and locked eyes with you.

“You know, my heart is like ice-cream.” You were blushing because you both were the center of attention.

And gurl is that a pick-up line?

“W-why?” You gulped.

“Because seeing you makes my heart melt. I like you, Y/N.”

Hearing this, the boys were cheering.
“Hyung finally said it!”

Didn’t like to be embarassed, you smirked and took a deep breath. You didn’t want to lose.

“Well my body is like a freezer, Jun.” You challenged.

Interested by this, the boys and F/N opened their ears curiously.

“W-why?” Jun blushed.

“Because the moment I saw you, I froze. I like you too, Jun.”

This time, F/N was cheering loudly. “Finally you two broke the ice! It was getting hot in here!” The other boys laughed.

You both smiled shyly. Everything was sweet.

Lawful Tease pt.4

Word count: 1951

Author’s note: I managed to finish this! It only needed some small add-ons and checking here and there, so even though I had no time today this afternoon, I still managed to post it in the evening, woohooo!! (And I still have to study, meh.) It probably turned out a bit awkward, haha – also, I think you will hate me juuuust a little bit for the ending. This is more special now, because a sweet Law major Anon has sent me a message here to let me know how much she likes Lawful Tease, and I promised her to try and publish part 4 asap. Here it is, I hope it was worth the long wait c:

Your name: submit What is this?

I have to admit that the last lesson with her was a disaster. She was smart and quirky as always, cute in her own way, looked gorgeous and enticing – too much, even.

Initially, I thought that if I manage to find her and figure out her identity, I’ll be able to finally forget about her.

Oh, how wrong I was.

Now, my mind won’t quit bombarding me with any kind of thought that is relatable to her – and what’s worse, those thoughts now include some which I would much rather ignore for my and her sake.

This is my last lecture for today, and I can’t help perking up whenever that damn door opens or closes and someone either leaves or arrives. It takes me an extra dose of willpower to be able to focus on what I’m talking about. Apparently she’s still giving me hardship teaching, although now my situation has improved so I don’t get bored when there is no one to answer me or come up with a witty response to my questions.

After the class ends, and I explain some things to pupils who come to me to ask about the actual curriculum and not my personal life, I head to the absent professor’s office. I fall into the chair with an exasperated sigh and stare out of the window, which shows the entrance of the building of Faculty of Law.

My eyes wander on the outdoors, scanning the students and secretly wishing she would show up – I haven’t seen her for over a week, and it’s killing me. I’m not the type to leave things unresolved, the tension we have between us just further adding to my frustration. Even if we don’t talk to each other ever again, I still want to explain my demeanour to her. My fingers curl into firm fists as I recall the way my body acted on its own in such a close proximity to her.


Her scent engulfed me, the apparent smoothness of her lips entranced me, the soft noise she made when her butt hit the edge of the desk, the warmth of her body under my palms, the way she stared into my eyes, her pupils dilated, looking just barely scared and more like she was dying for it at least as much as me…

I stand with a groan. I have to keep my thoughts away from her, otherwise I’m going to go nuts.

I snatch my phone from the desk and dial Erica’s number to tell her to give me a heads-up about my agenda. I don’t need it, I know I only have to attend one dinner tonight with the judge and the coroner of my latest case, but I need a freaking distraction.

. o O o .

On Tuesday next week, I deliberately go to the Faculty of Psychology. I’ve been waiting impatiently to finally have a chance to talk to her, not wanting her to think I’m the kind of guy who takes advantage of women. I want – need – her to know that.

During the past days, I made a little research to find out her full name and which semester she’s taking at the moment. There were a total of seven (Y/N)s in the student database of the Psychology department. Thankfully, they have pictures attached to the profiles of the pupils, so it wasn’t hard to find her among the seven records. This way I also have access to her timetable, which makes it a thousand times easier for me to bump into her again accidentally on the corridors of the university. My mind is accusing me on end of stalker behaviour, but I justify it with the fact that I have no other choice if I want to have a last talk with her.

Right now, I’m in the building of her faculty. It doesn’t take too long for me to glimpse her among the sea of people. I start walking towards her, but she notices me, too – and then she turns and hurtles her way through the crowd, heading in the opposite direction, practically escaping from me. It equally hurts and infuriates me.

I accelerate my steps to try and come level with her, but the people around me don’t make it easy for me – especially because a girl stops me by grabbing my arm.

“Are you Derek Hale?” she asks, awed. I’m stretching and craning my neck to find her again, but no matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to spot her. I look back at the girl who made me stop, and judging by the puzzled expression her face morphs into, my fury is showing on my face.

. o O o .

I get to meet her nearly two weeks later. There’s a downpour washing over the town – it’s been raining for about twenty minutes, the water flowing on the streets like shallow rivers, and occasionally the drops are so thick and raging that they look like a waving transparent curtain. I’m on my way out of the institute, about to head home to go through the files of my case once more for tomorrow’s hearing, when I glimpse someone running on the street. I wouldn’t spare two glances at the girl if her figure wasn’t so familiar.

I jerk to a halt with my Camaro.

For several seconds, only the wiper arms commuting back and forth on the windshield are the only things that move in the car, otherwise I feel like time has stopped for me. I shake myself awake, then start my car again, slowly approaching her. I roll down the window on the right so that I can talk to her.

“Hey,” I say, hoping she will hear my voice over the rain. Her walking falters and she turns to see who called out. As soon as her eyes land on me, she continues on her way like she didn’t even see me. However, I don’t budge, and keep following her with the car slowly. “You’re soaking wet.”

“Very perceptive of you,” she spits back. I ignore the disdain in her tone.

“Hop in, I’ll give you a ride home,” I offer. I don’t miss the way her body spasms, contemplating it momentarily. She still refuses, though.

“I’ll deal, but thanks,” she says sternly. I won’t have it.

“You’re going to catch a cold,” I point out, making her stop finally. “And your clothes are see-through now.” Even the tips of her ears go red, and I have to suppress my smile at the sight. I unlock the door for her, and she hops in, letting an exasperated sigh escape from her lips. No wonder why I win all of my cases – I always know what to say.

“Okay, you won,”  she says, avoiding looking at me, presumably because she’s overly self-conscious about her bra being available. I take off from the sidewalk, maintaining a slow pace on the wet pavement. “Thank you,” she says eventually, hardly audible.

“You’re welcome,” I nod, turning to the left towards the crossroads. Once there, I stop at the red lamp. I can’t help but my eyes travel over to her body, skin still flushed with pearls of raindrops flowing down, collecting in the dip under her neck, the tee she’s wearing sticking to her collarbones and general shape, the dripping material leaving nothing to the imagination – it not only allows me to see her navel, but also every single part of the lace that adorns her lingerie. Her heart is beating wildly.

My mouth falls open, and I completely forget about where I am until someone honks behind me impatiently. I clear my throat, taking off from there. Save for the heavy knocking on the exterior of my Camaro, there is silence between us; it’s only broken when I speak up.

“So,” I begin, feeling abruptly awkward. She turns away from the window to look in my general direction, albeit never quite finding my face, not daring to glance higher than my shoulders. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you.”

She nods, then asks, “About?” like she could possibly be clueless of that.

“About what happened after my latest lecture.” Her cheeks heat up once more. “I want you to know that…” I contemplate what to say. I don’t want her to think I find her unattractive or that I want to take advantage of her. How does one convey they temporarily lost control of themselves and just gave in to their desires? So much for the ‘not wanting to take advantage’ part of my speech… I take a deep breath to ground myself. I try again. “I want you to know that I don’t normally do this. I don’t take advantage of women.”

She nods in acknowledgement.

“Okay,” is all she replies with. It tenses me up more, and my knuckles go white as I grip the stirring wheel. She doesn’t push to ask why it happened then, which I’m grateful for.

“You started avoiding me altogether,” I continue.

“Yes, I’ve – I’ve been busy lately,” she explains. To my biggest relief, she asks, “And how are your lectures?”

“Fine,” I answer, easing up a bit, my muscles uncoiling as the rigid tension seeps out of them a tad. “But they are not nearly as interesting compared to the ones where I had someone to talk to.”

She involuntarily smiles at that, lifting my spirits. “What happened to the professor, though? He seems to be absent a lot.”

“He was involved in an accident, and among many bones, even his jaw got broken.”

“Wow,” she says, and I couldn’t agree more.

After a long debate with myself, I end up asking, “May I buy you another hot chocolate?” She gives me an equally surprised and confused look, so I proceed to explain. “You left yours on the desk.”

“Oh,” she bites her lip. Tearing my eyes away from her mouth, I force myself to check the rearview mirror instead. My nervousness wells up in me again as I’m waiting for her answer. Maybe I shouldn’t have asked, maybe it was too much and I ruined all my chances to – “All right,” she says finally. It’s a near call that a wide grin stretches to my face, but I manage to school my features before that could happen.

I’m already opening my mouth to say something else, but my phone goes off. I take my hand away from the clutch to hold it out towards her as I say, “Could you give it to me? It’s in the pocket of my suit.” I hung it on the back of the passenger seat after sitting in – it got a bit wet in the short time between closing my umbrella and jumping in.

(Y/N) moves to feel for the device, then hands it over to me without sparing a glance at the caller ID. Her fingers are still cold when they brush against my skin, making me want to warm her up. I keep watching her as she’s looking through the window on the side, but then I tear my eyes away from her to pay attention to driving. I accept the call.

“Hale,” I say, tone monotone and business-like.

“Did I leave my folder at yours yesterday? I need it for the court in half an hour. Can I go over to get it?”

“Sure,” I answer, ending the call. I look over at (Y/N) again. “I have to go home. Someone left his papers at mine, and he needs them in thirty. That okay?”

(Y/N) nods.

So I’m taking her to my flat, and that’s that. And I’m not freaking out over it.