Off The Record Night

Off The Record Night

An Yujin x Male Reader, LIGHT femdom, smut, possessive Yujin

Word Count: 17.5K

You claim you are an expert in relationships, yapping in front of your friends that the only reason why you are still single is because you didn’t try. Your friends, of course all guys, half-jokingly accepting this title besides the fact that you become the sole member of the Discord gaming server that had not been dating someone.

Your first year in college is composed by a dorm room with dozens of Kpop girl group posters, flashy RGB lights on your gaming PC and 10,000 cumulative hours on Steam games throughout the years. As a STEM major, your life is basically going to class, dining hall for meals, and instead of heading out for some social life, you stay in and spend hours of your free time playing FPS games with friends, with some limited-edition girl group Photo cards, carefully sleeved and placed on your mousepad. “I’m living a good life right now, no? Who says I must date someone to not feel lonely? I got my bros and my wives with me.” You say to yourself one in a while.

God knows how mistaken this was.

With a somewhat naive heart and immature mind, you thought answering the most math problems in class during middle school is the key ingredient to one’s rizz. You felt weirdly confident that asking a girl out is like a walk in the park with your mathematics fueled brain and a skinny body. And so, it was the prom season and you were starting your great plans. But plans are always just plans, the 3 straight rejections in a row, over the span of one week was the final hammer destroying your self-confidence.

“There is no way that I get rejected by these girls who scored 30% lower than me in the Algebra class Final!” You complained to your friends and received a series of laughter.

-

Your self-confidence was at the rock bottom but the ego is still there. Moving to a new town for high school as your family planned, you decided to start over again but this time you promised to yourself that you won’t get defeated shamefully like how you did in middle school. But your way of approach is unique, rather than go all in and improve yourself overall, you decided to not try at all.

“I’m a damn genius,” You murmured to yourself, “If I just don’t talk to girls, I won’t get rejected by girls. Hahahaha” The logic felt strangely well so you had made your decision. Four years had passed, and the few friends who you made in high school only remembers you as an introvert game-addict kid who was good at math and instruments, before each heading towards different towns for college.

You thought college would be the same, you can keep hiding behind the screen and try to persuade yourself that admiring and becoming a fan of Kpop idols are enough for your romantic need.

You made a second mistake.

-

Your college is famous for its dead social scene. You don’t see parties going around your dorm, you rarely see Frat and Sorority hosting events with everyone dressing up like you only knew they looked like some cowboys and cowgirls.

Library and dorm rooms are the preferred place for your classmates. Especially STEM ones. This day, you made a right turn after walking out of the dining hall instead of heading back straight towards your dorm because you have a Linear Algebra final on the next day so you are studying in the library.

You make it there, pushing open the door of the quiet floor of the library, you feel like this place welcomes you more compared to the dining hall which just keeps blasting whatever music that comes into the manager’s mind. You smell a scent of old books as well as plugged computer chargers (yes you can actually smell that). You take a quick glance around the floor looking for empty seats, only to realize almost every open place is captured by students in grey/black hoodies, with an iPad on their table and a can of Celsius along with lifeless eyes on their faces.

You smirk as you look at the sign which says “No Food or Drinks in the Library”. Difficult times it is, so probably they won’t be strict towards the rules as everyone is already suffering through the Finals Season. You drop your stuff on the chair next to you and sitting down. Suddenly you feel like someone is walking towards you, the seat at the very corner of the library.

“Sorry, this seat was taken, I was using the washroom.” You hear a feminine voice from behind.

Your nerves quickly react before turning around. You take a quick look and indeed see a backpack placing right beneath the chair you just put your stuff on, but the table is empty.

“I... I’m sorry, I didn’t see your stuff under the chair. I’ll go.” You grab your backpack in a smooth motion like a parabola and stand up. After years of lack in conversation with girls, you make a quick decision to escape the scene and avoid any further interactions with this girl before even looking at her at all.

“Chill, you are good. I only need this one seat, you can stay.” She speaks with a really cool and emotionless tone while gently pressing her palm on your shoulder, sending electric shocks through your spine without noticing it.

You panic. You turn your upper body slightly so that you can see her from your 5 o’clock. You try your best to ease your tighten facial muscles and give a polite smile to her.

“Al... alright, I’ll stay then.” You obey her words without realizing it.

“An Yujin.” She introduces her name. In this split second, you finally get a chance to take a quick scan on her. She doesn’t feel like she belongs in the library, you are honest to yourself that she looks stunning. Contrasting with the lifeless hoodies and loose PJ pants near you, she wears a short, white tank top with a plain black leather jacket - unzipped - showcasing the smooth skin around her waist. Crazily long legs are wrapped under a tight pair of jeans indicates the perfect curve of hers. The Dr. Martens boots add an inch or two in height, makes you almost have to look above to see her face. She has really alluring eyes, with carefully done eyelashes alone with grey contact lenses that you almost lose yourself in. The flashy metal necklaces remind you to stop looking before it gets too suspicious. You feel like you won’t be surprised if she tells you she is in the Kpop Dance Club on campus.

“Y/N, n... nice to meet you.” You still try to play it cool but the crack in your voice betrayed you. You quickly turn around and sit down, keeping your arms tightly tugged to your body and try to play it safe.

“You look like that nerd who always sits at the very front row in my Linear Algebra class, no?” Yujin raises her eyebrows, with a seemingly innocent smirk on her face, showing the dimples on her cheek.

“H...how do you know me? I’ve never seen you before in the class.” You hesitate for a second, only to realize it is just the inevitable so you respond.

“You know it is hard to not know when you answer every question the professor asks, right?” The “right” at the end sounds like a teasing, at least you guess that’s what she intends as her smirk gets wider.

“I wouldn’t go to that class at all if it is not because of the fucking participation points.” That smirk on Yujin’s face disappears, as you are indeed aware of the course policy punish the class-skippers.

“T...then why did you pick this class? And it is the Final exam tomorrow, how are you going to pass?” You try to claim some authority but surely you do absolutely no damage to her as the playful yet teasing smirk reappears on Yujin’s face. “Well, I only need to pass this Math elective thingy to finish up my minor’s requirement and I can get it out of the way.” You realize she’s at least a year older than you, despite you are already ahead in the classes.

“Well you asked me how I’m going to pass the class and I’m telling you exactly how. I was trying to grind today and pray probably Gemini or Chat will do me a favor and have everything I need to know into some bullet points.” Yujin plays a sad face, but only in a blink of an eye, she turns from the iPad on her laps towards you and smirks, “but I guess it is my lucky day isn’t it? The smartest nerd in the class decides to sit next to me, and I’m sure you don’t mind to go over the Study Sheet with me and instruct me on how to find an Eigenspace for a linear transformation, right?”

Her words doesn’t sound like a question but more like an order that you don’t dare to disobey. “Probably teach her some stuff and part ways, after today I will go back to my screen and keep my way of living my college life.” You thought to yourself.

The third mistake had been made.

“O...ok, but I’m NOT a NERD!” You try to act strong but obviously she doesn’t buy it.

“Ok nerd!” The evil smile on her faces tells you that she’s the one in charge.

-

Hours had passed at the corner of the library and you already tried three different excuses to dip. But each time Yujin’s aura just keeps you trapped there like a magnetic field.

“Hmm, you have to go for a club meeting? I don’t think so. You can go after I’m done copying the key for the Finals Practice.” She stares right into you, and you are frightened.

“O..ok, I guess it’s the finals week, they shouldn’t have anything important.” You finally give up and just hand your notes to Yujin and pull out your phone.

“That’s it, such a good boy.” Yujin teases.

“Don’t call me like that! It’s not like I owe you anything.” You decide to act tough instead of letting her keep treating you like that so you try to grab your notebook back from her hands.

But at the exact moment you touched her wrist, your instinct makes you pull your hands back like you had touched something toxic. Holding hands are for lovers, but you haven’t even touched a girl’s hand, Yujin’s wrist is ice cold, but soft. It was just a split second but you can feel it.

“What’s wrong?” Yujin turns around and asks.

“No.. nothing.” You feel some heat on your face, you are glad that Yujin quickly put her focus back to the notes. Otherwise, you have no idea how is she going to make fun of you.

- Another hour, your stomach starts to protest for the lack of nutrients.