Seventeen Preferences & Scenarios

Bad boy!Jun

- another little punk

- rumours say he's in a gang

- then again rumours also say he ran away from home at age eight and smokes behind the school so they're probably wrong about this too

- and you hate him

- not because of his personality, no

- just because he transferred in and took your place as reigning flirt of the school

- you're mad

- especially as he seems to delight in flirting with you

- you would almost be less mad if he flirted with you in a more disrespectful way

- but no, he actually flirts with you as if he cares

- disgusting

- you're determined to keep hating him, however

- but sometimes it gets hard when he flashes you that winning smile or shoots you a wink

- time goes on

- the school year ends

- and you're glad you don't have to look at Jun's stupid face five days a week until school starts again

- except he jogs up to you as everyone's leaving

- "hey, y/n!" he calls

- you groan as you turn around, giving him a glare

- "what?"

- Jun smiles at you and holds out his hand

- "call this a truce? Neither of us is going to have to worry about our reputation until school starts."

- you wrinkle your nose and turn away from him

- Jun awkwardly stuffs his hand into his pocket and moves to fall into step with you

- "hey, at least give me an answer," he presses. "This really isn't fair to either of us."

- you ignore him again

- and he finally just grabs your shoulder, spinning you around

- "look, y/n, this rivalry is stupid," he snaps. "Would you swallow your pride and let me be friends with you already?"

- you groan, rolling your eyes

- "you've given me absolutely no reasons to ever want to be friends with you, Wen Junhui," you state, and walk away yet again, even though it hurts for some reason

- you don't see him for the next week

- until he shows up at your door all beaten up at almost midnight

- "Junhui, what the —"

- he doubles over and coughs loudly, and something dark leaks out of his mouth

- "no time," he wheezes. "Just let me in."

- you hurry to step aside, worry starting to well up

- he stumbles inside, and you see in the light that he's bleeding from his mouth, nose, and various other places

- "can you even walk without hurting?" you ask incredulously

- Jun gives a small smile, looking up at you

- "no?" he offers

- you march over and pick up your phone

- "what are you doing?" Jun almost shouts