f - fluff ✨- requested
a - angst 🧩 - my favorites
e- emotional
a/n:: all of this is my own work, that i wrote myself. if there’s any copies, reuploads, or that are copied on any other accounts other than this one, it is not mine.
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no one can replace you - lee heeseung (f,a)
a year later after the roughest break up, a trip back home and still, the only boy you can pay attention to is heesung. but you’re not the only one that can’t stop paying attention even after the break up.
unspeakable tension - lee heeseung (f,a)
you never knew why you could never choreograph in the same room or clean enhypen’s dances, until now. heeseung and you were total opposites, putting you both in the same room? that’s like asking for trouble.
cause i’m off my face, in love with you - lee heeseung (f)🧩
coming to spend time with mingyu, dino, seungkwan and minghao was a regular friday at 2pm activity, so when the boy you let get away catches wind of the fact that you’re there every friday, the filming of your song is filmed on the same day just to get your attention.
excuses - park jeongseong // jay park (a)
reminiscing about first loves aren’t fun. don’t you agree? well it hurts a lot, until your first love really showed up. tell me, did you handle it well? no.
need saving? - park jeongseong // jay park (f)
suffering parties, suffering adults hooking you up with rich boys when everyone knows rich boys are not to be trusted. sounds like a job for the seven most mischievous boys, a little alcohol and a boy that wanted to save you from day one.
drunk speeches - park jeongseong // jay park (f)
you and jay have been roommates for a good three years. when you finally have a chance to confess to jay, it definitely doesn't go the way you want.
snowed in - shim jaeyun // jake shim (f,a)
jake pulls you off the road and onto a bus to god knows where, and when you arrive it’s hard to even stay calm.
room two and four - shim jaeyun // jake shim (f,a)
being park sunghoon’s girlfriend is the best thing you could ever ask for but all until jake, the unknown rugby player from australia decides to join the team and outshine the captain and had plans to steal the captain’s girlfriend.
my disney prince - park sunghoon (f,e) 🧩
sunghoon has been your figure skating partner ever since you were kids. as he turns 18, he realized he wanted to be an idol, that meant he had to stop skating.
hallway kisses - park sunghoon (f)
everyone knows how sexy park sunghoon from enhypen is. but when he’s your brother’s best friend, it’s even harder not to fall in love with him even jake strictly told you to stay away. but in your books? stay away = kiss him.
tale as old as time - kim sunoo (a) 🧩
the prince of the south didn’t have a good reputation at all, well to you at least. you’ve met him a few times but never actually spoke to him so why did you hate him? little did you know, he had eyes on you.
playground - yang jungwon ft.txt (f)
being friends with tomorrow x together since pre-debut and watching them grow up was everything you’ve ever dreamed of. now they’re the sunbaenims, you start falling in love with their hoobae’s leader.
it’s always you - yang jungwon (f,e) 1 | 2 | 3
falling in love with someone that you can never confess to is the worst thing to experience, but watching him fall in love with someone else is much worse.
over his shoulder - nishimura riki // niki (f)
so many years of liking niki and the truth is finally out. the thing is, you didn’t know this was the way that you were going to tell him through your best friend, jay. not knowing that niki feels the exact same way as you.
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series
racing for your...heart? - lee heeseung masterlist (f,a,e)
enemies? rivals? call it whatever you want. but when his car pulls up next to yours at the starting line, when he leans in too close, when his breath is hot against your ear as he whispers, “try to keep up, princess”—you know damn well this isn’t just a race. it never was.
🥚 pairing :: heir!heeseung x heiress!reader, streetracer!heeseung x streetracer!reader
🥚 genre :: emotional, fluff, angst (lowkey a lot)
🥚 warnings :: suggestive, lots of swearing, tension, girl talking reader down (not a girls girl moment)
🥚 synopsis :: he may have been the heir to the Lux hotel empire, but that didn’t stop him from being a reckless, cocky asshat—fast cars, faster girls, and a reputation for never losing. but then there was you—the one girl who refused to fall at his feet, the only racer who could actually keep up. you were his biggest competition, his biggest frustration, and worst of all, his biggest distraction. no matter how many races you went head-to-head in, you never lost—especially not to him. but this time, the stakes were higher, and whether he admitted it or not, heeseung wasn’t just racing to win. he was racing for you.
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"you don't see it do you?" he lifts your chin to look at him, your eyes still not lifting from the ground under your sunglasses. he carefully lifts the glasses off your face putting it on the top of your head, surprise written all over his face that you weren't pushing him away. "s-see what?" you say quietly still not looking up.
"that i care for you damn it. i care for you so much, it hurts. you drive me absolutely crazy, and you probably think i'm crazy right now, and you have no reason to believe what i'm saying or-" he places both of his hands on your face, making you look up at him. you scoff, begging yourself not to believe anything he was saying,
"this is bullshit-"
heeseung runs a hand through his hair, his fingers shaking slightly before shoving them into his pockets. his jaw clenches, his voice is rough, strained, like he's been holding this in for too long.
"bullshit? fuck y/n. i don't even know when it started but... you became more than a passing thought... like I cared about you, more than I did about other people. you're not like those other girls. you're always on my mind. before I used to go out with my friends just to skip, but now... i'm trying to stay at school, hoping that i'll see you..." he shakes his head, his gaze locking onto yours, pleading for you to understand. his eyes darken as he steps even closer, closing the remaining space between you, his voice dropping lower. "you get that, don’t you?"
"i-i.. i don't even know what to say to that.." you inhale sharply, "i need to go home, i can't be here." you shake your head walking away, leaving him behind. you pull your sunglasses back on, head down as you walked to your car, completely dumbfounded at what he said. he can't be serious right? you reach for the car door when you hear running.
"y/n please. you can't leave after i just poured my heart out to you. that's not fai-" he reached for your hand turning you to face him, saying as he was panting looking for any type of reaction from you. your eyes widen,
your breath comes out unsteady, fists clenched at your sides as you glare at him. "not fair? you know what's really not fair?" your voice trembles, not with fear, but with the weight of everything you’ve been holding back. "you playing with my feelings like this." heeseung’s face falls slightly, but you don’t stop. you can’t.
"like... i get that this is just a normal thing for you. that maybe this is just another game. but it fucking hurts, heeseung." your chest rises and falls rapidly, emotions pouring out before you can stop them. "you act like i mean something, like i’m different, and then the next second, it’s like none of it even mattered. like i don’t even matter."
your voice breaks at the end, but you swallow it down, refusing to let him see you fall apart again. you shake your head, taking a step back. "you don’t get to do this to me." you get into the car, and leave him behind for real, regardless of what his answer was, it didn't matter.
the next few weeks felt like hell, lingering looks, no words said between the two of you. you were starting to pick yourself up, racing every night, regardless of him being there, parties every weekend. tonight was no exception. you were at your "friend" minjae's house, the boy you had occasionally hooked up with. you walk into the house, walking through the crowd, knowing this house like the back of your hand.
"oh look who finally made it, my pretty girl." minjae puts his arm around your waist, pulling you close with a smirk on his face.
"hi jae.." you wrap your arms around his neck then your eyes wander the room.. to see heeseung, glaring at you. you shake the thoughts of heeseung out of your head, and turn back to minjae.
"you miss me?" you smirk, pulling him closer, lips hovering above each other. you knew this was a bad idea, considering who was staring at you like he was going to snap at any second. your morals kicked in, making you pull away, groaning. "damn it."
"what just happened?" minjae looks lost when you pull away from his face, you feel a loss of warmth when you pull away.
"nothing, i'm sorry i gotta go. i know i just got here-" you stop breathing when someone stops right beside the two of you. you knew it was him, you didn't even need to look to know it was him. minjae rolls his eyes and turns to look at him.
"what do you want heeseung? i'm a little busy." minjae smirks pulling you even closer to him, moving his hand to the back of your neck, pulling you close.
"let me free up your time then." you didn't even need to turn your head to know he was smirking at minjae. he grabbed your wrist pulling you through the crowd, down the stairs, and out the door to the lawn. he turns around to look at you,
"hey." he says rubbing the back of his neck, letting go of your wrist, and stepping back, creating distance between the two of you.
"hi." you stand there in silence, not knowing what to do. you shift uncomfortably, then look up at him, "wh-"
"i can't take this silent treatment anymore. talk to me. say something, please." he speaks before you can, eyes pleading you to say something to him as he steps close to you, putting his hands on the back of your neck leaning in to rest his forehead on yours. your hands reach out, gripping the sides of his shirt. your words catch in your throat and just as you start speaking, his famous ex-girlfriend walks up.
"oh don't you two look cozy." you and heeseung pull away from each other, your hands not moving from gripping his shirt. he looks at you with an apologetic look in his eye, almost disappointed by the interruption.
"is there something you needed se-ri?" heeseung spits out, moving his hands to your hips, giving a gentle reassuring squeeze. you look away from se-ri and up at him smiling weakly.
"yeah... you. i was thinking we could have our little... chat." she crosses her arms over her chest smirk widening as she looks you up and down. you still stay silent, your anger rising as you realize what she really meant. you hated the that you were feeling like this, but you hated seeing heeseung with someone else, much more when it was se-ri.
"i told you i don't do that anymore. i clearly told you weeks ago." you whip your head up at heeseung. what did he just say? did he just say he doesn't do this anymore? he looks down at you giving you a 'oh you heard me' look.
"yeah yeah because you have feelings for someone." your jaw drops waiting for her to continue. "does she even like you back? oh my god." she laughs loud, then looks at you. "don't tell me it's her, oh heeseung, baby, that's pathetic." everything you were holding in, the pain, the anger, the sadness you had been feeling for months snapped as you bit back at her.
"the fuck did you just say to me?" you step out of heeseung's grip walking up to her, face to face. her smirk falters for a second before she starts laughing.
"i said you're pathetic. you may be some heiress, but you're nothing compared to me." she scoffs leaning closer to whisper in your ear, "heeseung can definitely do better than you. for sure."
you blink at her, then let out a slow, unimpressed laugh. "wow. that’s cute. did you practice that in the mirror, or was that just the best your... brain could come up with?" you tilt your head, stepping in just slightly, voice dripping with mock sympathy.
"and heeseung? babe, if he could do better, as you claim, then why is it me he's always chasing, and not you?" with a smirk, you turn to walk back over to heeseung, not even bothering to look back. "must suck knowing I don’t even have to try." she screams, storming off, you smirk looking over your shoulder, then it drops as you look back at heeseung.
"sorry, you were saying?" he blinks at you shocked at the response you had given se-ri. he opens his mouth to speak but only a laugh comes out, followed by, "that was.. damn.."
you smile looking down, "thank you.. but hee, i gotta ask you something." his laugh stops, and he nods, staying completely quiet.
you stare at him, arms crossed, the weight of everything unsaid pressing down on you. "se-ri said you liked someone..?"
heeseung doesn’t hesitate, answering immediately like he knew exactly what you meant. "yeah, you." his voice is steady, too steady for someone who’s been just as stubborn as you, about whatever this is. he takes a step closer, watching you carefully, like he’s waiting for you to bolt. you swallow, suddenly aware of how close he is.
"you’re sure?"
he exhales sharply, nodding with a small, almost amused smile. "yes." he looks at you and something about the way his gaze lingers makes your stomach twist. "i don’t want to keep pretending like i don’t want you."
your heart stutters, but you keep your face neutral, even as your pulse betrays you. "i hate you," you mutter, but there’s no venom in your voice, no real bite.
heeseung grins, that signature cocky smirk tugging at his lips. his eyes gleam under the dim street lights, filled with something teasing. "yeah, yeah. so, is that a yes to being my girl?"
you sigh, rolling your eyes, but there’s no real annoyance behind it, just the desperate attempt to keep yourself from falling faster than you already have. "you’re insufferable."
🥚 pairing :: heir!heeseung x heiress!reader, streetracer!heeseung x streetracer!reader
🥚 genre :: emotional, fluff, angst (lowkey a lot)
🥚 warnings :: crying/emotional breakdown, heeseung being dismissive and so damn frustrating, swearing, heavy emotional angst, push-and-pull romantic tension, emotional confusion, vulnerability / heartbreak, mentions of emotional manipulation, confrontation / confessions.
🥚 synopsis :: he may have been the heir to the Lux hotel empire, but that didn’t stop him from being a reckless, cocky asshat—fast cars, faster girls, and a reputation for never losing. but then there was you—the one girl who refused to fall at his feet, the only racer who could actually keep up. you were his biggest competition, his biggest frustration, and worst of all, his biggest distraction. no matter how many races you went head-to-head in, you never lost—especially not to him. but this time, the stakes were higher, and whether he admitted it or not, heeseung wasn’t just racing to win. he was racing for you.
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a/n: oh this one is heart wrenching i'm sorry,, omg it's been a month since i posted a chapter i'm so sorry.. but hopefully i'll be better upcoming LOL
taglist (i'm starting one as per request, and it's still open!):: @aishigrey @ashrocker123
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his voice low and quiet, "don't be mad at me.. i can't fucking bare seeing you mad at me. please." he turns to look at you, placing his hand on your arm on the armrest. you look away from his house, turning to glance at him sighing. "i'm not."
"i'm sorry." he places his hand under your chin, turning you to look at him, then moves his hands to cup your cheeks. "i'm so fucking sorry. i'll sto-"
"fuck i hate you so much." you take his hands off your face, then laugh bitterly again. you shake your head, biting your lip then looked down into your lap. he speaks again, voice sounding almost desperate. "y-you really hate me that much?"
you shake your head glancing at him then dropped your head. "damn it, lee... no. I can't stop. no matter how hard I try, no matter how much I tell myself to walk away, I just-" you choke on your own words, the lump in your throat burning.
"I fucking hate it. I hate how much you get to me. I hate that I care this much."
his breathing skips, making your heart ache when he stays silent, again.
"goodnight, lee." you rest your arm on the window, propping your head up before running a hand through your hair, a weak smile playing on your lips as he reaches for the door.
"i—goodnight, princess. sweet dreams." his voice falters slightly, like he wants to say more, but he doesn’t. instead, he pushes the door open, stepping out into the night.
you watch him for a second, just a second, before muttering a quiet, "yeah. thanks."
the door shuts. he takes a few steps away, but something makes him hesitate. he stops, turning around as if he’s about to say something else, maybe call your name, maybe try again. by the time he does, the engine roars. you’re already speeding off, barely registering the way he watches you disappear into the night, your grip on the wheel tightening. fuck..
the next morning, you walked into school, sunglasses on, head high, but there was something different, something off. no flashy accessories, no signature tie or layered jewelry. your uniform was just the uniform. the standard blazer, the regulation-length skirt, nothing extra, nothing that made you, well.. you. you moved through the halls like a ghost, weaving through the usual morning chaos, indifferent to the chatter around you. you didn’t think anyone would notice.
but heeseung did.
as you walked past him, heading to your locker without so much as a glance, he looked up. his fingers hovered over his locker handle, head tilting slightly as he watched you. something was different. you were different and he didn’t like it. no matter how hard you tried to brush it off, you couldn’t ignore the way he was making you feel. like you weren’t yourself, and you hated it.
as you place your tote bag down to get your books, one of his friends, jungwon walks up to him, voice low but urgent. "hey, heeseung, man, you gotta talk to her."
from the corner of your eye, you catch them whispering among themselves, their voices hushed but unmistakable. talking about you. your stomach twists when you hear his voice. "why?"
the second the word leaves his lips, your heart sinks. when he answers, it’s obvious. obvious that he doesn’t even realize how in pain you really are. it felt like none of it mattered. like you didn’t matter to him.
you swallow hard, slowly packing your bag to listen, you look up hearing him force a scoff, "fine, fine. i'll talk to her. just… stop being so damn nosy. damn nosy asses."
your gaze drops, and suddenly, there’s that familiar sting behind your eyes, the one you’ve been shoving down all morning. your hands tighten into fists at your sides, but it’s useless. a lump comes up in your throat, and tears stream down your face. you walk to class, knowing you are barely going to last through class.
halfway through class, the second the room darkens and the video starts playing, you push back your chair, ignoring the glances sent your way. you walk up to the teacher, keeping your voice steady, keeping your face blank. "i need to go home." you don’t wait for an answer, and just walk off, pushing open the door, pulling your sunglasses onto your face again.
by the time you make it to your locker, your knees feel weak. the hallway is empty, thank god, because the second you reach out for the cold metal, your body gives in. you sink to the ground, hands trembling, your breath coming in short, uneven gasps. Your vision blurs, and suddenly, it’s too much. "d-don't cry. he's not worth it. don't cry."
tears spill down your cheeks, hot and relentless, no matter how hard you squeeze your eyes shut. your shoulders shake as you clutch your blazer in a desperate attempt to hold yourself together, but it’s useless. everything hurts.
why are you crying over him? you swore you wouldn’t let him get to you. you swore to yourself, he meant nothing. you swore that you wouldn't be like every other girl. but right now, in this empty hallway, with your heart in pieces on the floor, it sure as hell doesn’t feel that way. all this.. because he was messing around with you. he didn't even break your heart yet and you were crying like this. what a drama queen, you laugh shaking your head.
you hear footsteps, but you don’t look up. you can’t. your head stays down, forehead resting against your arm as you try, and so help me, you did try to steady your breathing. but it’s useless. the tears keep coming, your chest feels too tight, and no matter how hard you fight it, the pain doesn’t let up. then the footsteps stop, right beside you.
you don’t have to look up to know who it is. you can feel it. the weight of his stare, the hesitation in his silence. like he doesn’t know what to do. like he doesn’t even recognize you like this.
this isn’t who you are. you don’t break down, you don’t let yourself fall apart. you were the toughest, sharp tongued girl, and you never thought you would ever could be like this over a boy. especially not because of him.
your hands grip the fabric of your blazer, nails digging into your palms as you squeeze your eyes shut, hoping that if you ignore him, he’ll just leave. or even more, stay still enough that he doesn't notice.
but he doesn’t. he stays, somehow, that makes it worse. the silence stretches between you, heavy and suffocating. you keep your head down, biting the inside of your cheek, begging yourself to breathe, to stop damn fucking crying. then, he speaks.
"princess.." your fingers tighten around your blazer hearing him speak. "are you—" he stops himself, like he already knows how stupid the question is. of course, you’re not okay. he can see it. anyone could.
he exhales sharply, shifting on his feet, then sits down next to you, "why didn’t you just tell me?" your jaw clenches. he doesn’t get to do this. he doesn’t get to stand there like he suddenly cares. he reaches out to put his hand on your shoulder, but you flinch, turning to look at him.
you force out a shaky laugh, bitter and exhausted. "tell you what, heeseung?" your voice comes out hoarse, barely above a whisper. "that you piss me off? that i can't stand the sight of you? that i hate you?"
he doesn’t flinch, doesn’t move. "do you?" you should say yes. you should look over at him, glare, spit something cruel just to make him feel even a fraction of what you’re feeling right now. but you can’t. and he knows it. you lift your glasses off your face to wipe your tears and scoff,
"i-i already told you- forget it. i'm going home. i can't be at school right now." you slowly pick yourself up off the floor, heart aching and all. he follows standing up placing his hands on your shoulders, turning you to look at him.
"you don't see it do you?" he lifts your chin to look at him, your eyes still not lifting from the ground under your sunglasses. he carefully lifts the glasses off your face, surprise written all over his face that you weren't pushing him away. "s-see what?" you say quietly still not looking up.
"that i care for you damn it. i care for you so much, it hurts. you drive me absolutely crazy, and you probably think i'm crazy right now, and you have no reason to believe what i'm saying or-" he places both of his hands on your face, making you look up at him. you scoff, begging yourself not to believe anything he was saying,
"this is bullshit-"
"bullshit? fuck y/n. i don't even know when it started, but... you became more than a passing thought... like I cared about you, more than I did about other people. you're not like those other girls. you're always on my mind. before I used to go out with my friends just to skip, but now... i'm trying to stay at school, hoping that i'll see you..."
🥚 pairing :: heir!heeseung x heiress!reader, streetracer!heeseung x streetracer!reader
🥚 genre :: emotional, fluff, angst (lowkey a lot)
🥚 warnings :: suggestive, lots of swearing, flirting from hee, tension!!!,, grabbing wrists,, confrontation, jealousy and past relationship tension, crying, reckless driving (brief), slight emotional miscommunication.
🥚 synopsis :: he may have been the heir to the Lux hotel empire, but that didn’t stop him from being a reckless, cocky asshat—fast cars, faster girls, and a reputation for never losing. but then there was you—the one girl who refused to fall at his feet, the only racer who could actually keep up. you were his biggest competition, his biggest frustration, and worst of all, his biggest distraction. no matter how many races you went head-to-head in, you never lost—especially not to him. but this time, the stakes were higher, and whether he admitted it or not, heeseung wasn’t just racing to win. he was racing for you.
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a/n:: sorry loves it's been a while since i posted a chapter but i'm done school now so i should be able to post at a better time now but enjoy <3
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"why, you don't wanna be seen with me?" he teases, but that was the actual reason. you didn't want anyone thinking that you were the new girl of the month right?
"uhm.." you struggle to find the words to speak, his eyes darkening realizing what you were trying to say. he wraps his arm around your waist pulling you closer towards him, your hands landing on his chest. "w-what are you doing?"
"you think I was playing with you? god, no. i just didn’t know how to ask you to stay without sounding like i'd fall apart if you didn’t."
"w-what?"
"you heard me. you think that i'm just using you? that's.. not.. at all what's happening." he leans down, pulling you even closer. you look up at him your breath hitching as you feel the heat of his body against yours. "that's exactly what i thought this was." you shake your head laughing.
"is that all you think of me as?" his expression becomes serious, and you drop your smile. he was actually being serious, it was weird to you that he was being so serious..
"well that and an annoying piece of sh- poo." you decided to lighten the mood, but he wasn't having it. he noticed you held back from swearing, but he broke, and smiled at you.
"yeah? i suppose i can't deny that." he smirked, leaning closer as he lowered his voice, unable to defend his self.
"oh god help me, you can't even go five minutes without flirting huh?" you scoff and roll your eyes still not realizing he was still holding you close. he lets his hands run down your back and rest on the small of it, chuckling, amused by your words.
"i really, really can't. flirting with cute girls is way too fun, and you're the most amusing person that i've flirted with in a long time." he raised an eyebrow at you, eyes flickering around your face for any type of reaction. you roll your eyes, laughing as you push him away.
"speaking of which," you freeze when he speaks, not knowing what unexpected thing he was going to say. his eyes flick down to your lips, and you shake your head laughing it off. "can i-"
"no. whatever you're thinking, no." you smirk, turning on your heels to walk away. when you hear him walking up faster, you slowly start running. he laughs as he runs after you. you run to the parking lot, seeing a group of girls leaning on the hood of his car, your car sparkling next to his under the sun. you slow down, and he catches up to you putting his hand on the small of your back, "just stay here. i'll-"
just as he spoke, the famous ex-girlfriend, se-ri, walks up to us, with a big smile on her face. when she notices his hand on your back, her eyes narrow. she scoffs and rolls her eyes before putting her hand on his wrist, pulling him towards her. she glances at you, then up at him with batty eyelashes. you laugh in disbelief, walking towards your car, but she stops right in front of you.
"can i pass?" you try to step to the side, but she only moves in front of you while keeping her eyes up at heeseung.
"what are you going to do about it if i don't?" she moves her eyeline to you, shooting daggers out of her eyes. you scoff and reply, dripped with venom,
"don't fuck with me, se-ri."
her eyebrows raise, and she chuckles, "or what? you going to throw a tantrum?" and in the corner of your eye you see heeseung step forward. you hold out your hand stopping him, smirking at se-ri. then you remember the conversation she was having in the classroom with her friends and you step closer to her,
"oh like you when your dad didn't buy you that bag?" you smirk, knowing that she was itching to hit you. she grabs your uniform shirt in her hand pulling you close. "oh, i'm so scared of you." she pushes you away from her and lifts her arm to hit you, but heeseung was faster.
his hand wrapped around her wrist, voice lower than usual, "enough." her face drops, and clenches her fist before pulling out of his hold, and letting you go. you continue smirking at her, walking past her, stopping shoulder to shoulder to her.
"i told you not to fuck with me." you walk up to your car, and her minions run over to her, as you hear heeseung's footsteps running after you. "you okay?"
you turn around smiling leaning on the hood of your car. you tilt your head and cross your arms. "why did you do that?" he gets nervous, rubbing his neck, then looks up into your eyes.
"i- fuck." caught red handed.
"why hee? you care about me that much?" you smirk, stand up, meeting his eyes. your heart skips a beat, not knowing if this was a good idea, and it definitely wasn't. before he could do anything, you got into the car, and watched him run to the passenger side, got in quickly so you couldn't lock it. "what do you think you're doing?"
"getting in your car. you're driving me home." he smirks and nods at you. with a roll of your eyes you glance at his car, then back at him.
"you have-" he cuts you off, tapping on the gear shift. you shake your head but decide to listen when his eyes narrow. you change gears, starting to drive. the drive is somewhat silent, but he watches you drive the whole time.
"what?" you glance at him shaking your head laughing. you were taking the long way to his house, hoping he didn't notice. you had no idea why you even wanted to take the long way. he looks down when you look at him, then looked up seeing the street you were driving down.
"uh... y/n?" he starts, and poked your shoulder with his finger. "we're going the wrong way. you know that right?" he pokes you harder getting a sigh from you.
"i know. it's on purpose. stop poking me!" you roll your eyes continuing to drive, stepping your foot on the gas, speeding up before he could get in a word. you gripped on onto the steering wheel with one hand, and one hand on the gear shift. he put his hand on top of the hand on the gear shift,
"easy y/n.. you're going too fast." he says cautiously and you push his hand off, "you the police?" you scoff waiting for him to reply, and the heat in the car definitely went up. you take a deep breath, stopping to breath when he spoke, lowly, almost a growl.
"no, but i don't want you to get a ticket."
you place both hands onto the wheel, and you see an empty parking garage, speeding up to pull in, parking anywhere you wanted. his eyes widened as you sped up. you scoff at his response turning to look at him, pissed.
"what is your issue?" you broke. you needed to know why he was doing this, playing a push and pull game with you. you were getting sick of it, waiting for him to respond.
"nothing is with me. i just want to- i mean- i don't want you to see you do something stupid oka-" he starts fumbling over his words like you caught him doing something bad. you cut him off, completely going off at him.
"no. you’re so fucking confusing heeseung! one minute you’re all over me, next minute you’re making out with the whole school, and then by the next day you’re protecting me and being all.. like this!! what is with you? decide how you fucking feel for fucks sake!!" you raise your voice, throwing your head back against the headrest groaning as you try to calm yourself down. you needed to know the answer, no matter what it was. even if it was a rejection.
"y/n.. i-" you look up as he starts to talk, then you turn to look at him. his jaw was clenched, putting his hand through his hair and sighing. god he's pretty. you betrayed your thoughts scoffing,
"no. don't talk. i don't want to know anymore." you say with a shaky voice, changing the gear. you start driving, but he finally speaks.
"what the hell? you don't even want to hear what i have to say? even after screaming at me like that?" he frowned, halting you to stop the car again, switching it off completely. you get out of the car, taking in the fresh early evening air. you look back at him, and he's looking down at his lap. your heart aches as you get back into the car sighing.
"it's going to hurt, and i don't want to know. that's why i don't want to know." you held your breath the whole time you spoke, without looking at him once. his expression hardened,
"please just- just listen." he cleared his throat hoping you would listen to what he had to say. you took another deep breath, feeling your throat get dry, but you stayed quiet. "i'm just- i don't know.. i'm.. i knew i was messing around with your feelings, but i still did it, and that was.. wrong of me. i knew that i was hurting y- or even if i'm not, i knew that i was playing with your feelings, and i'm so-"
you laugh bitterly, "i don't want your sorry, and i'm also not hurt by you messing around with girls. i'm just confused why you're.. being so confusing because like i said, one day you’re all over me, not looking at any girl except me, then the next you won’t even look at me. maybe you're doing this because it's fun," you look up at him, he was listening so well that it seemed crazy that you were even in this situation in the first place.
"because you like seeing me get mad, and you like seeing me react to you, that’s why. but then you go around caring about me, coming to my races even when i don't invite you, protecting me from se-ri, telling me you don't want to see me do something stupid.. do I need to go on?" his eyes widened, meaning you hit the target exactly. you take a deep breath after you're finished talking, and he looks down at his lap from looking at you, then swallows.
"nothing to say right?" you waited for a second, his mouth opening to speak, but quickly closing again. "yeah.. i thought so." you smiled weakly, driving to his house.
the drive silent the whole way, you both not looking at each other the whole ride. you arrive at his house, and with not even a glance at him, you speak up, "goodnight."
his voice low and quiet, "don't be mad at me.. i can't fucking bare seeing you mad at me. please." he turns to look at you, placing his hand on your arm on the armrest. you look away from his house, turning to glance at him sighing. "i'm not."
before you knew it, tears fill your eyes, and you had no idea why. were you really falling this hard for him? it's just because you're frustrated. yeah. that's why... right?
"please don't cry.. i'm sorry." he places his hand under your chin, turning you to look at him, then moves his hands to cup your cheeks. "i'm so fucking sorry. i'll sto-"
"fuck i hate you so much." you take his hands off your face, then laugh bitterly again. you shake your head, biting your lip then looked down into your lap. he speaks again, voice sounding almost desperate. "y-you really hate me that much?"
you shake your head glancing at him then dropped your head.
"damn it, lee... no. I can't stop. no matter how hard I try, no matter how much I tell myself to walk away, I just-" you choke on your own words, the lump in your throat burning.
"I fucking hate it. I hate how much you get to me. I hate that I care this much."
🥚 pairing :: heir!heeseung x heiress!reader, streetracer!heeseung x streetracer!reader
🥚 genre :: emotional, fluff, angst (lowkey a lot)
🥚 warnings :: suggestive, lots of swearing, flirting from hee, mentions of casual sex with other girls, taunting, "claiming" (kinda?), constant nicknames LOL,
🥚 synopsis :: he may have been the heir to the Lux hotel empire, but that didn’t stop him from being a reckless, cocky asshat—fast cars, faster girls, and a reputation for never losing. but then there was you—the one girl who refused to fall at his feet, the only racer who could actually keep up. you were his biggest competition, his biggest frustration, and worst of all, his biggest distraction. no matter how many races you went head-to-head in, you never lost—especially not to him. but this time, the stakes were higher, and whether he admitted it or not, heeseung wasn’t just racing to win. he was racing for you.
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"why the hell are you here?" you scoff shaking your head of everything that you had thought about the mysterious boy, that you actually found attractive without even seeing his face, because that boy was him. he smiled again, taking another step towards you. he was getting to you, breaking you slowly, and you both knew it.
"for you."
"i'm sorry.. what?" you felt a laugh bubbling up in your throat, completely baffled by his response. of all the things he could have said, this was not what you expected.
"you heard me," heeseung chuckled, the sound low and effortless, like he found the situation amusing. without a hint of urgency, he lifted his hat off, running a hand through his hair, before sliding it back on. the tousled strands settled naturally, as if he hadn’t just sent them into disarray. "i came to watch you race." then, with a small tilt of his head, he pulled his hood back up, his face slipping back into the shadows.
"that's a joke right? fuck.. just go back to your line of girls. do i need to help you find a girlfrien- oh right, my bad. you don't do girlfriends right? do you need me to find a line of girls to be.. how do i say.. ah," you laugh looking down, putting your hand through your ponytail, then lifting your head back up at him, "casual with?"
his lips lift into a smile and you could tell that he was tempted to say yes, just to get you more mad. he steps closer to you, "i don't need that, when i have you to tease.. your cute reactions are so fun to see."
"then i won't react." you scoff knowing you couldn't do that. he was making you fall for him harder than you ever thought you would, you were fucked.
"let's make a bet." he nods, crossing his arms over his chest, leaning on the car behind him. your eyes widen with a laugh leaving your mouth before you really register what he was really saying. you narrowed your eyes continuing to laugh, crossing your arms as you tried to read him.
"i bet..." heeseung said, adjusting his cargo pants before looking up at you with that same infuriating smirk. "i can get you all pissed off, just with a few words. and if you lose your composure and react to me, you have to do whatever I say for a day. but if you somehow manage to ignore me and keep a straight face, then i'll be the one doing whatever you say for a day."
your breath hitched, but you kept your expression neutral. he was testing you. again. the challenge in his eyes was unmistakable, flickering with amusement as he leaned in just slightly, waiting for you to crack first.
"you're ridiculous, you know how competitive i get. your ego couldn't take losing this bet." you muttered, forcing your posture to stay relaxed even as irritation curled at the edges of your patience.
his smirk widened. "oh, this is gonna be fun." he stands from the car, and step towards you, standing right in front of you. "you ready?" he leans forward to look at you at eye level.
heeseung leaned in just a little more, his smirk deepening as he watched you, eyes flickering with something dangerously close to amusement.
"you’re trying so hard to keep that straight face," he mused, voice low and teasing. "but I can see it. your lips are already twitching. you’re dying to react to me." he took a slow step closer, tilting his head.
"i wonder… is it because you’re mad? or is it because you just like it when i talk to you this much?" he let the words linger, watching for even the smallest flicker of reaction. then, just to push you further, he smiled, grabbing your hand, bringing it up to his chest, and you swear his heart was racing, and that? that was what helped you get through this.
"i mean, if you want my attention that bad, you could’ve just asked, sweetheart."
you were expecting another comment, but not this. it took everything in you not to react. you didn't know whether you wanted to slap him, or kis- no. you took a deep breath looking down, praying you wouldn't say anything you couldn't follow up with.
"oh, is it that easy?" you smirk tiptoeing to look at him in the eye, your lips right in front of his. his smile dropped, his breath hitched and clenched his jaw. bingo.
he stepped back, and adjusted his hat groaning, "damn it, how the hell were you able to keep yourself from cursing and yelling?"
"you're mine, lee." you wink, your confidence flooding back into your system. he looks back at you stunned that those words had come out of your mouth,
"what was that?" he asked, his voice low, and husky.
heeseung blinked, clearly not expecting that. his smirk faltered for just a second before he tilted his head, studying you like you were a puzzle he suddenly couldn’t figure out.
"you heard me," you repeated, stepping closer, arms crossed, voice steady. "you're mine. well, for the day, that is."
his tongue flicked over his bottom lip as he let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. "oh, this just got interesting."
you shrugged, pretending to be unaffected by the way he was looking at you now. like you had just flipped the game on him. "a bet’s a bet, right?"
heeseung exhaled through his nose, amusement flickering in his eyes. "oh yeah, a bet's a bet."
you wanted to boss him around all day, but it was such a good day, you decided to leave him be, and make him wonder when you were going to call him. while you were at your locker packing up for the day, you see him with one hand wrapped around a girl's waist, and one hand up against the locker. you smirk and think, thank god he's distracted.
he looks over while you looked up, and he nodded at you, so you pull your phone out of your bag, and send a text to him.
"you wish that was me you were pushing against the lockers don't you?"
you smile at him placing your phone back into your bag, and start walking to class when he suddenly pops up in front of you. he points to his phone, your text showing on the screen.
"to respond to your text, you have no damn idea how much i did, sweetheart. which reminds me, wasn't today supposed to be the day that i follow your every order? i'm sure you have something to order me to do-" you laugh, starting to walk past him and turn over your shoulder,
"i was looking forward to it too, but I don’t have anything actually, and the day is over." you pout up at him, and his playful demeanor drops, his gaze softening when he sees you pouting at him. he steps closer,
"not even a little bit? come on princess, don't make me pout... that would not do well for my ego." he pouts swinging his arms side to side, and your jaw drops, but your heart jumps at the sight. you laugh,
"alright, alright lee. you can have my day if you want. I’ll do things for you, if you wanna not waste this day." you smile softly, and sigh, his face lights up at the thought. you roll your eyes at his reaction.
"nevermind. i take it back. just.. leave me alone for the day. that's it." you scratch the back of your head and smile at him. he curses under his breath, clearly annoyed that you weren't giving him a chance to take your favor day.
"you really don't have anything for me to do? you really want me to leave you alone for the day?" he rolled his eyes, you replied with a sigh again, looking annoyed.
"fine. what do you want me to ask you to do?" you sigh again, starting to walk towards the exit of the school, but he puts his hand into yours smirking, and even if you wanted to, you couldn't take your hand out of his. not to mention, if you protested, he only held on harder.
"where-" you started, but he cut you off, "just a little walk." he smirks, finally letting you go. he gestures for you to follow, but just to piss him off, you stay still. he walks a few steps forward, and speaks, not getting an answer. you laugh, immediately shutting up when he turns around to glare at you.
"come on princess, i know what you're doing. stop being stubborn and get your damn ass over here." he curses under his breath, and scoffs. you giggle, then run over to him, jumping in front of him, and you swear you see him smiling at you, before turning it into a smirk when you look up catching him.
"finally. come on, let's go princess. or I swear, i'll throw you over my shoulder and carry you myself." he reaches out again, grabbing your hand, intertwining our fingers. your heart skips a beat as you look up at him, batting your eyelashes. oh my god, you were like every other girl. you change the look to a glare,
"so i don't have to walk? oh lee, you spoil me." you laugh again, gaining a genuine laugh from him. your heart warms at the thought of genuinely making him laugh. you had no idea you were capable of that. "are you offering?" you walked slightly behind him, and leaned forward, popping out beside him looking up at him. he laughs again,
he smirks, raising an eyebrow at your question, "yeah, i am. do you want me to? do you want me to carry you around like a damn princess?" he stopped walking and looked down at you, the smirk becoming a smile growing at the sight of you looking up at him. he knelt down in front of you.
"wait... actually?" you put your hands on his shoulders and peek over his shoulder, and he laughs standing up facing you.
"nevermind the-"
"no! i'm sorry. i would love for you to carry me around." you smile genuinely at him, him returning that smile, and shook his head.
"too late." he shrugs, turning away, walking away with a huge smile on his face. you run after him, tugging on his uniform's sleeve. when he turns around to look at you, you pout.
"can we at least go for a walk still? you're technically mine for the day still."
the entire time you were walking with heeseung, there was no banter, no jokes, no flirting. you enjoyed every moment of it, and there was nothing you could ruin this moment, nothing.
"so what now? you really have nothing to ask me to do?" he finally brings it up again, making you laugh. you hit him playfully then smile,
"wanna go shopping- ew nevermind. i don't want to go shopping with you." you shake your head waving it off. he scoffs stepping forward to stop in front of you.
"what's wrong, you don't want to go shopping with me? why not?" he chuckles, smiling at you. you shake your head, walking around him to head back to the school garage. you laugh as he pulls you back, your chest flush against his, his arm on your wrist.
"why, you don't wanna be seen with me?" he teases, but that was the actual reason. you didn't want anyone thinking that you were the new girl of the month right?
"uhm.." you struggle to find the words to speak, his eyes darkening realizing what you were trying to say. he wraps his arm around your waist pulling you closer towards him, your hands landing on his chest. "w-what are you doing?"
"you think I was playing with you? god, no. i just didn’t know how to ask you to stay without sounding like i'd fall apart if you didn’t."
racing for your... heart? (lee heeseung) - no breaks, no boundaries
02. no breaks, no boundaries.
🥚 pairing :: heir!heeseung x heiress!reader, streetracer!heeseung x streetracer!reader
🥚 genre :: fluff, angst (lowkey a lot)
🥚 warnings :: suggestive, swearing, tension!!!, nicknames (pretty girl and princess), heeseung being annoying and cutting you off, touchy hee!, mentions of threatening (punching), kissing w another girl
🥚 synopsis :: he may have been the heir to the Lux hotel empire, but that didn’t stop him from being a reckless, cocky asshat—fast cars, faster girls, and a reputation for never losing. but then there was you—the one girl who refused to fall at his feet, the only racer who could actually keep up. you were his biggest competition, his biggest frustration, and worst of all, his biggest distraction. no matter how many races you went head-to-head in, you never lost—especially not to him. but this time, the stakes were higher, and whether he admitted it or not, heeseung wasn’t just racing to win. he was racing for you.
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heeseung swerved at the same time you did, drifting, tires screeching in a desperate fight for control. the world tilted for half a second, and you felt the breath catch in your throat. but you recovered, barely, the car stabilizing just as heeseung’s pulled up beside yours once again. his eyes met yours through the tinted glass, a challenge flashing between you, that damn fucking smile.
this wasn’t just about speed anymore. it was about who wanted it more.
the finish line was closing in, but so was heeseung. his car surged forward, just a breath away from overtaking you. but you weren’t about to let that happen. not tonight, lee.
gritting your teeth, you forced every ounce of power into the final stretch, fingers gripping the wheel like a lifeline. the world around you blurred—lights, shadows, the roar of the engines—all of it fading into white noise as your car shot ahead, slicing through the air like a bullet. for a split second, you didn’t dare blink.
you crossed first.
you exhaled sharply, gripping the wheel as your pulse thundered in your ears, as you throw your head back against the headrest. it wasn’t just the win. it was the proof. the undeniable fact that you had beaten him.
heeseung rolled to a stop beside you, his headlights flickering in the dark. you could feel his stare even before you turned to meet it. a slow smirk played on his lips, unreadable, but there was something else in his eyes. something you couldn’t quite name. you get out of the car, walking towards him, with a smile on your face.
“you’re full of surprises,” he murmured, voice barely audible over the hum of the engines. "congrats princess. you won."
you step closer to him, adrenaline still coursing through you. "get used to it, i always win.” you said, a grin tugging at your lips.
"don't get too comfortable, princess. you got lucky this time. don't think i didn't see you nervous." he clenched his jaw as you responded so casually, like winning was just another day for you. he took a step closer, his eyes fixed on your face. you shrug and jay walks up to you with the wad of cash.
"20k. here you ar- damn... hello tension." jay smirks handing you the money. you put your middle finger up at jay, counting it to double check. heeseung snapped, grabbing your wrist, pulling you away from the celebrating crowds. "what is your-"
"why do you race?" he grits his teeth and scoffs, pulling a laugh out of you. "why do you-" you start to reply but he cuts you off again.
"no, i don't want a snarky comment. answer me. we both know you don't need this money, you're the heiress to the biggest fashion company in this damn city." you stare at him in shock, jaw dropped and all. he never let go of your wrist and stares right at you, waiting for your answer.
"because i want to. why does it matter to y-"
"so you're saying you do this dangerous thing, risking your life every damn day just because you want to? for some money you probab-" he says, raising his voice, then taking a deep breath to look back at you. "stop cutting me off holy shit heeseung."
silence. you stare at each other intensely and you take a deep breath before replying, "why the fuck do you care?" you push him off and walk back to your car, but he just follows you. he grabs your wrist, pulling you around to look at him.
"what?" you say with your jaw clenched, and he tries to respond, but before he could speak, you smile.
"i don't have to explain myself to you." you smile wider, wink, and turn to walk away, but one thought kept repeating in your head. why the fuck did he care so much?
the next day at school, he hadn’t said a word to you, no snarky comments, no flirty remarks, no teasing, nothing, all day. except in one of the lounges, he had a girl in his lap, straddling him, flirting with him. in public. you were on your phone, and he kept glancing over at you, not being able to keep his attention only on the girl on his lap. when she kissed him, he stopped at one point to smirk at you.
you thought you had peace, but it was heeseung we were talking about here. peace isn't in his vocabulary. you were heading over to the parking lot, when you noticed he was parked next to you again, with him leaning against his car on his phone. the damn blue corvette. as you walked over, you couldn't help but admire him. yes he was annoying, and pissed you off, but god he was gorgeous. you shake the thoughts out of your head continuing to walk.
"you can't be serious." you groan, gaining his attention from his phone. he looks up as he hears your voice and licks his lips as he continues leaning on his car.
"oh, i'm dead serious." he smirks at you sliding his phone into his back pocket. your eyes narrow at his response, and you scoff,
"this is a joke right? why do you have to park next to me every fucking day?" you cross your arms with your keys in one hand, tote bag in the other. he laughs pushing himself off his car, walking towards you. well fuck.
"what's the matter, pretty girl? you don't like having me around?" he chuckles, stopping when he was a few feet away from you. you scoff again walking past him nudging his shoulder, ignoring him completely. if he was going to ignore you, why wouldn't you do the same thing?
"awh.. she's sulking." he smiled chuckling then turned around following close to you. he placed his hands on your hips, pulling you towards him, your back flush against his chest. his cologne filling your nose. a gasp leaves your lips and you could hear the smirk in his voice as he leans down, whispering in your ear,
"you mad i didn't pay attention to you all day?" he chuckles, his chest vibrating against your back. "oh come on princess, i can still pay attention to you if you're jealous about that little run in we had in the lounge."
you sigh, feeling his breath down the back of your neck, as he spoke, but recover and ready yourself for a snarky comment, but all that came out was, "i-i wasn't jealous." you fucking stuttered.
"oh? so we're stuttering now?" he spun you around, keeping his hands on your hips. he sighed, pulling you close, his eyes flickering over your face, taking in the irritation written all over your face. you could tell he was planning something.
"watch it. don't mess with m-" you started but he pressed his forehead to yours, your eyes fluttering shut. you groaned and threw your head back, then took a deep breath before looking down, a glare that could shoot daggers. damn he smelt good, damn it... your eyes fluttered shut for a split second, and shot open your eyes to glare at him.
"i'm going to punch you." you push him off and turning to your car, opening the door and locking it immediately. you watch as he walks towards the car, and knocks on the window again. you take a deep breath and lower the window,
"what do you want now?"
"oh nothing princess, i just wanted to say.. you look damn good today." he leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a low whisper as he places his hand on the top of the car.
"too bad for you.." you smirk leaning closer, "because i look much better without anything on." you laugh rolling up your window, changing the gear to drive.
that night, you had a race, and after you won, you couldn't help but notice the boy with the hat that was watching you, the whole race. you were intrigued, not knowing who it was. his black hoodie was pulled up, the loose fabric draping over his frame as he leaned casually against the wall, as if he had been there the whole time. his oversized cargo pants pooled over scuffed sneakers that had seen one too many late-night drives. he was part of the scene, yet detached from it, like an observer who wasn’t supposed to be noticed. but you noticed.
a flicker of movement, his fingers adjusting the edge of his hat. even from a distance, something about him felt familiar, like a ghost of a memory you couldn’t quite place. he looks up from his phone, locking eyes with you.
"oh my god.." the air between you crackled, unspoken words hanging in the space where cocky grins and quiet challenges used to be. he walked over shoving his hands into his pockets after adjusting the hood on his head.
"congrats on the win," he smiled, and you felt your heart flip. "seeing the look on your face, you didn't know i was here hm..?" you stared up at him, and you swear he could hear your heartbeat.
"why the hell are you here?" you scoff shaking your head of everything that you had thought about the mysterious boy. the one that you actually found attractive without even seeing his face. all because that boy was him. he smiled again, taking another step towards you. he was getting to you, breaking you slowly, and you both knew it.
racing for your... heart? (lee heeseung) -series masterlist
🥚 pairing :: heir!heeseung x heiress!reader, streetracer!heeseung x streetracer!reader
🥚 genre :: emotional, fluff, angst (lowkey a lot)
🥚 overall warnings :: suggestive, lots of swearing, flirting from hee, tension!!!!! lots of attitude from reader, arranged marriages, flirting with other people other than heeseung, banter/bickering
🥚 status :: in progress
🥚 synopsis :: he may have been the heir to the Lux hotel empire, but that didn’t stop him from being a reckless, cocky asshat—fast cars, faster girls, and a reputation for never losing. but then there was you—the one girl who refused to fall at his feet, the only racer who could actually keep up. you were his biggest competition, his biggest frustration, and worst of all, his biggest distraction. no matter how many races you went head-to-head in, you never lost—especially not to him. but this time, the stakes were higher, and whether he admitted it or not, heeseung wasn’t just racing to win. he was racing for you.
a/n: this is my one love and i may still change some things, but so far, i'm liking how this is going.. it may take a while to post depending on how it goes <3 please let me know if you like it!
chapters below cut:
chapter one :: catch me if you can
- it was just a race. until it wasn’t. not when he’s beside you, grinning like he’s already won—your car, your pride, and maybe even your heart.
chapter two :: no breaks, no boundaries
- he gets under your skin, and he knows it. the teasing, the tension, the way he looks at you like he’s already won, whatever this is. you swore you’d never fall for a guy like him. so why does he keep feeling like the exception?
chapter three :: almost, but not quite
- he said it was just for fun. you pretended not to care. but when his hand found yours and the teasing faded, it was clear... this wasn’t a game anymore.
chapter four :: too close to hate, too hurt to love
- you swore you could hate him if you tried hard enough. You swore you could walk away without looking back. But standing there, falling apart in front of him, you realize the truth.. you were never even close to winning this war.
chapter five :: it was never just a game
- you said you’d never be one of those girls—the ones who cried over boys in empty hallways. but now you’re here, falling apart where anyone could see, and he’s the reason. the worst part? he’s the one picking up the pieces… and maybe, just maybe, meaning every word.
chapter six:: finally... yours? (COMING TOMORROW!)
- after a big fight with heeseung.. you and him don't talk for a good while. but when he sees you with another guy that isn't him.. he will do anything, including... confess.
🥚 pairing :: heir!heeseung x heiress!reader, streetracer!heeseung x streetracer!reader
🥚 genre :: emotional, fluff, angst (lowkey a lot)
🥚 warnings :: suggestive, lots of swearing, flirting from hee, tension!!!!! attitude from reader,
🥚 synopsis :: he may have been the heir to the Lux hotel empire, but that didn’t stop him from being a reckless, cocky asshat—fast cars, faster girls, and a reputation for never losing. but then there was you—the one girl who refused to fall at his feet, the only racer who could actually keep up. you were his biggest competition, his biggest frustration, and worst of all, his biggest distraction. no matter how many races you went head-to-head in, you never lost—especially not to him. but this time, the stakes were higher, and whether he admitted it or not, heeseung wasn’t just racing to win. he was racing for you.
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everyone knew who he was. lee heeseung. the one boy that every girl in the school coveted, except you. anything he did, made you mad. everything he did just seemed.. reckless. but for some reason.. he would never seem to want to leave you alone. why?
you walked into the classroom clutching onto your books, confidence pouring out of you, a smirk plastered on your face as you make eye contact with him. you egged him on, knowing how much it would bother him. you see his jaw clench, and hands clenched.
"what lee?" you smirk at him then sit down at your desk, conveniently diagonal from his desk.
"what do you want?" his jaw clenches again, and leans forward on the desk, scoffing.
"i'm asking you that, asshole." you giggle and turn to your friends, but he speaks again, prompting you to turn to look at him. you smile and turn your head over your shoulder to look at him.
"don't call me that, brat." he grits out, his eyes darkening at your words. you giggle again and turn around but not before saying something you knew would piss him off the most. you want to play hee? let's play.
"yeah? make me." something snapped in him when you talked back, and he stood up and walked towards you slamming his hands on the desk. he leaned forward, your faces inches apart.
"what are you going to do lee? hit me? you can't do shit." you smirked and leaned back in your chair crossing your arms, knowing that he wouldn't be able to do anything even if he tried. he fucked with you every single day, and now? you were fighting back, and he hated every single minute of it... but he couldn't seem to stay away from you.
you were talking to your friends after class, sitting on their desk, facing the back of the classroom where him and his friends usually sat and you could feel him staring at you, why not right? you look up and wiggle your fingers at him then turn back to talk to the conversation your really honestly weren't paying any attention to. you then hear his friends taunting him slightly, making you smirk at him. as you were about to speak up, his little fan club walked through the door, and all you thought was, 'thank god they're here to distract him'.
you laughed at the sight of batty eyelashes, high-pitched giggles and flirty remarks, then smirked when you noticed his eyes only on you. what were you thinking? you laugh and shake your head,
"i'm going to the washroom okay?" you stand up and walk to the back exit of the classroom, past him and his fan club. fucking player. as you exit the bathroom, you see him standing outside the classroom leaning against the wall.
"oh lee, you waiting for me? oh how sweet." your words dripped with sarcasm, as you walked towards him opening the door of the classroom, but he puts his hand on top of yours, shutting it again. you look up at him, and scoff.
"you're really full of yourself, aren't you?" he scoffed at your response, acting like your words didn't affect him, even though they did. you couldn't help but notice that his irritation was rising, so you push further.
"yeah, because i have the facts to back them up." you let go of the door handle and stand back to cross your arms smirking. but he hated it. he hated how much you got under his skin, but that never stopped you before.
"oh please, enlighten me, princess." his fucking smirk, drove you crazy. you knew that you walked into this, the only way out now, was to fight back.
"don't fucking call me that, pretty boy." you scoff and roll your eyes, and immediately regret it when he flashes that damn smile. your heart starts beating quickly but you maintain your confidence.
"so you think i'm pretty?" he smirks and takes a step closer to you sticking his hands in his pockets.
"over my dead fucking body, piss off." you bite out and start walking up to the door again, but he moves, blocking your way, continuing to taunt you.
"move."
"i think... i like where i am now." he said, towering over you with a smirk on his face. he then grabbed your wrist spinning you with your back against the wall. he leaned down slightly, leaning one arm on the wall next to you, effectively trapping you in his hold. you clench your fists and scoff, to which he raised an eyebrow at your challenge, slightly surprised by your boldness.
"yeah well, do it with another girl. you're boring me." you look up at him, your eyes filled with anger.. and something else that you were hoping he wouldn't notice.
"boring?" he leans even closer to you, his lips lingering in front of yours, before moving his face to whisper in your ear, his breath tickling your ear, "i promise you princess, i'm anything but boring."
"bite me." you roll your eyes scoffing, pushing him away, walking into the classroom without looking back. you swear you could feel your heart beating out of your chest.
at the end of the day, you walked towards the parking lot towards your car, with your phone glued to your hand as you type to your friends, "u will neve-" you look up from your phone as you reach the car, you notice the blue corvette parked right next to your hot pink maserati.
"oh you're fucking joking." you scoff and walk up to the car. you reach for the door handle but he says from behind you, still at a distance, stopping you from opening the door.
"well, well, well.. look what we have here." he chuckled as he looked at the neighboring cars. he smirked, leaning against the car, arms crossed, a lazy smile on his face.
instead of entertaining him, you open the door rolling your eyes as you throw your bag into the car, getting into it. he laughed, and walked to your side of the car and knocked on the window, with a fucking smile on his face.
"oh, you're not gonna talk to me now? what happened to all that attitude from earlier, princess?" he called out, taunting you through the rolled-up window. you rolled your eyes, switching on your car and rolled the window down, nodding at him to speak again. he leaned down slightly, looking into your eyes with a playful smirk on his face.
"you really going to act cold towards me? after all the fun we had earlier?" he laughs at your reaction to him.
"fun? fuck off." you grit your teeth and he responds with a laugh again, his eyes sparkling with a lot of things. what is his deal?
he leaned against your car, his eyes fixed on your irritated face as he continued to tease you. "admit it, you like me messing with you."
you sigh replying, "look heeseung, find a girl who’s actually interested because I fucking for sure am not. now back up." you put your hand on the gear and get ready to change it to drive, when he speaks up again.
"oh, trust me, i've tried finding other girls. but they all don't compare to you," he said, leaning a bit closer, placing his arms on the door, not backing away. "they're just not as feisty, not as frustrating, and not as damn adorable as you." you scoff at his words and choke out a laugh.
"clearly you're not looking hard enough. you piss me off, you know that?" you reply, and he responds with another damn charming laugh. fuck. you were in for it, and you knew it was happening fast.
"ah, there's that classic feisty response i love so much," he teased, leaning even closer, his face just a few inches away from yours. you smirk and lean even closer, tilting your head slightly, lips hovering over his. you looked up at him with the most innocent of eyes, and his breath hitches, but he continues smirking at you.
"if i could run you over with my beautiful girl, i would. and then.." you lean even closer, your lips grazing his. you place a hand on the back of his neck, pulling him, then move your head to whisper in his ear, "i would back up over you all over again." you push him away smirking, and he's stunned. he stares at you, blinking quickly, but recovers as he hears you rev your engine.
"real cute y/n. you play dirty." he recovers faster than you think and you scoff. there's no winning with him. ever. you glance at the time, and realize you're almost late for your street race.
"i'm leaving. i have a race. i assume you won't be there so i won't have to race pissed off?" you start to roll up the window, but again, he stops you.
"oh i'll be there. racing right next to you princess." he smirks and you whip your head over at him. damn you jay. "no.. you're not." you look up and barely choke out the words, not knowing he did street racing, and he was already walking towards his car, and spun around winking before getting into his car.
street racing was one of the one things that kept you sane. yeah it was illegal, and if your parents ever found out, it would be the death of you, but it never stopped you. the money (not that you needed it), the thrill of winning, but this race, would be five times more fun winning against him.
you arrived at the race after a brief detour home, slipping into an outfit that turned heads the moment you stepped out. it wasn’t like you had a reason to dress up—not really. there was no one you needed to impress, least of all him. and yet, here you were, pulse thrumming beneath fabric chosen too carefully for someone who supposedly didn’t care.
you wore a sleek black leather jacket, its cropped cut hugging your frame just right. underneath, a fitted crimson crop top added a pop of color, bold and unapologetic. your jeans were high-waisted and effortlessly flattering, distressed just enough to give that perfectly undone look. a pair of heeled ankle boots gave you a little extra height, their sharp silhouette matching your freshly done nails—glossy and dark. silver jewelry caught the glow of the streetlights, glinting at your throat and wrists, subtle but impossible to ignore. your hair? styled just enough to make it look like you didn’t try too hard, though you definitely did. even if you weren’t doing this for him… you wanted to be unforgettable.
you step out of the car, one foot at a time, pulling the lollipop that was in your mouth out, and look around, making eye contact with him. you smirk and walk over to speak to jay, who was the official for the races.
"hi jay," you smile glancing at him then back at jay. "what's the stakes?"
"20k for the winner, but i doubt that you need to worry about paying it." jay winks and places a hand on your hip, and you glance over at him, and to your surprise, he was reacting. his jaw was clenched, shifting uncomfortably.
"nice to see you too." you smirk and place a hand on his chest, "but i'm pissed at you for not telling me that he was racing me."
"sorry your highness. rules are rules. you don't know who you're racing until you're here, even if it's you." jay shrugs and pulls you closer, then turns over his shoulder looking at heeseung. you scoff walking over to heeseung, and cross your arms when your face to face.
"oh lookie who we have here. i didn't think you would have the balls to show up lee." you laugh as he looks you up and down. you step closer as he speaks up,
"did you really think i would miss the opportunity to race the princess of street racing? please," he raised an eyebrow at you and asked, "you wish i didn't show up."
"oh right... i own these streets lee. just because i'm pretty doesn't mean i can't race... well.. you." you say in a mocking tone, knowing that he would get pissed at the comment.
"oh i know you're pretty, but that doesn't help you win races. you're going to learn that the hard way tonight." he steps dangerously close to you, yet again, faces inches apart. you place your hands on his chest, feeling his heart racing.
"looks like your car isn't the only thing racing, lee. remember this, because you're going to lose." you caught him, and you needed him to know that you had him wrapped around your finger before he even knew it. before he could get any words in, you turn away and walk towards the other racers who were here to watch you and heeseung race.
"hey hae-in." you call over one of the better racers you've raced against, and he walks over to you. "hey what's up?"
"he any good?" you whisper while looking at heeseung, and hae-in nods, stepping beside you to look at heeseung.
"oh yeah, he's good. fast, skilled, and fucking confident." he replied, his eyes flickering towards heeseung for a moment before returning to you.
"do i have a chance?" you mentally groan at the thought of losing for the first time to a cocky boy like heeseung. you shake your head when heeseung looks over with a cocky expression on his face.
"oh you have more than a chance. you'll wipe these streets with him." hae-in laughs, winking before looking up when jay calls us to start the race. you look up at hae-in, returning his wink as you walked backwards towards your car,
"i know i could count on you."
the engines roared like caged beasts, their growls vibrating through your chest as you tightened your grip on the steering wheel. beside you, heeseung sat in his own vehicle, his fingers drumming against the wheel in an easy rhythm, eyes locked on you winking, then turned to look back at jay. he looked calm. too calm. like he had already won.
your foot hovered over the gas pedal, heart pounding in sync with the countdown.
three. you look over and heeseung shot you a glance, the corner of his lips twitching into a smirk.
two. you clenched your jaw, heat flaring in your chest.
one.
tires screeched against asphalt as you both launched forward, your car jerking beneath the force of acceleration. heeseung was right beside you, neither of you giving an inch. the road stretched ahead, a twisting maze of concrete and danger, but there was no room for hesitation.
he edged forward slightly, his car kissing the lead, and you could almost feel his triumph radiating through the air. but you weren’t about to let him win that easily. tightening your grip, you shifted gears, unleashing a burst of speed that sent you flying past him, the rush of adrenaline igniting every nerve in your body. it was just you, the road, and the reckless thrill of the chase.
heeseung swerved at the same time you did, drifting, tires screeching in a desperate fight for control. the world tilted for half a second, and you felt the breath catch in your throat. but you recovered, barely, the car stabilizing just as heeseung’s pulled up beside yours once again. his eyes met yours through the tinted glass, a challenge flashing between you, that damn fucking smile.
this wasn’t just about speed anymore. It was about who wanted it more.
racing for your... heart? (lee heeseung) new series - sneak peek
🥚 pairing :: heir!heeseung x heiress!reader, streetracer!heeseung x streetracer!reader
🥚 genre :: fluff, angst (lowkey a lot)
🥚 warnings :: suggestive, lots of swearing, flirting from hee (well duh), tension!!!!!
🥚 synopsis :: he may have been the heir to the Lux hotel empire, but that didn’t stop him from being a reckless, cocky asshat—fast cars, faster girls, and a reputation for never losing. but then there was you—the one girl who refused to fall at his feet, the only racer who could actually keep up. you were his biggest competition, his biggest frustration, and worst of all, his biggest distraction. no matter how many races you went head-to-head in, you never lost—especially not to him. but this time, the stakes were higher, and whether he admitted it or not, heeseung wasn’t just racing to win. he was racing for you.
a/n:: new series!! i'm finally back after saying so many times i'll be back but this series is my baby and i just wanted to see how it would do so here's the preview!! i'm going to tweak stuff still in the description but here it is! lmk how you guys feel about it!
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everyone knew who he was. lee heeseung. the one boy that every girl in the school coveted, except you. anything he did, made you mad. everything he did just seemed.. reckless. but for some reason.. he would never seem to want to leave you alone. why?
you walked into the classroom clutching onto your books, confidence pouring out of you, a smirk plastered on your face as you make eye contact with him. you egged him on, knowing how much it would bother him. you see his jaw clench, and hands clenched.
"what lee?" you smirk at him then sit down at your desk, conveniently diagonal from his desk.
"what do you want?" his jaw clenches again, and leans forward on the desk, scoffing.
"i'm asking you that, asshole." you giggle and turn to your friends, but he speaks again, prompting you to turn to look at him. you smile and turn your head over your shoulder to look at him.
"don't call me that, brat." he grits out, his eyes darkening at your words. you giggle again and turn around but not before saying something you knew would piss him off the most. you want to play hee? let's play.
"yeah? make me." something snapped in him when you talked back, and he stood up and walked towards you slamming his hands on the desk. he leaned forward, your faces inches apart.
"what are you going to do lee? hit me? you can't do shit." you smirked and leaned back in your chair crossing your arms, knowing that he wouldn't be able to do anything even if he tried. he fucked with you every single day, and now? you were fighting back, and he hated every single minute of it... but he couldn't seem to stay away from you.
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i'm still unsure if i want to post the series but if it gains interest i'll do it lol!
🥚 pairing :: jay park x reader
🥚 genre :: roommate!jay, fluff
🥚 summary :: you and jay have been roommates for a good three years. when you finally have a chance to confess to jay, it definitely doesn't go the way you want.
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jay's pov
"jay, do you need my help?" jungwon yelled from the door as she groaned in my arms, moving her head from the left shoulder to the right. she giggled nuzzling her face closer into my neck. i was holding her thighs because she had straddled my lap at the party the next block over. when we were leaving, she refused to move.
"yeah don't worry i got it." i nodded at jungwon as he was heading into his room, i walked over to the couch and placed her on it. she had shook her head keeping her arms around my shoulders. i smiled and pulled her arms off slowly.
"don't let me go please." she shook her head again then started tearing up while she pressed her face even closer into my neck.
"y/n.." i sat down next to her, and she climbed up putting both legs on my left side, smiling as she cuddled up close again.
"jay, please stay with me. don't leave me. i need you." she started sniffling into my shoulder as she spoke, and i looked down at her face as she was speaking softly. damn it y/n.
y/n's pov
you were drunk, you knew you were, but jay was holding you. his arms were wrapped around you, and you felt like nothing in the world could make you happier than now. the only other way you would ever get away with saying these things were in this moment. he was single for the first time in a long time, and you had the chance to tell him everything you felt. well, as if you had the control over what you would say.
you liked jay since the first day he moved in, but he had always brought his girls around the house, not even giving you a second look. no matter how much you suggested it, he never heard you, forget that, he didn't even entertain you.
"jay... why don't you like me? i've loved *hic* you for so long but you only see other girls. they always end up *hic* hurting you. i would never do that to you. i promise. i know i'm your roommate but i love you. i've loved you since the first day i met you." you spoke in a softer voice than you usually did, and felt you were starting to feel tears fill your eyes. you moved to look at jay's face and he was giving you eyes filled with pity.
"i'm sorry i didn't notice you, my love." he caressed your head as you started feeling sleepy. you didn't hear what he said but it didn't matter, because your eyes were starting to close. you felt his eyes on you for a good fifteen minutes. you opened your eyes to make direct eye contact with him because he was staring.
"you're awake." he stared at you in shock, placing his hands on your waist, interlocking his hands which pulled you closer to him. you felt your eyelids getting even heavier as you were smiling at him.
"i don't want to sleep yet." you widened your eyes at him before giggling and sitting up in his lap. you moved your arms from his shoulders into your lap.
"you need to. should we take you to bed?" he chuckled before lifting you up and bringing you to your room. he pushed your door open, and closed it with his foot. jay smiled at you when he noticed you couldn't take your eyes off of him. once he laid you down, he sat next to you and caressed the top of your head.
"but i don't want to." you shook your head giggling before standing up to take a casual stroll to jungwon's room. you walked towards the door reaching towards the handle, when the door slammed closed.
"y/n, come here and sleep." he said as he stood directly behind you. you could feel him breathing down the back of your neck.
"i don't want to, and there's nothing you can do about it." you scoffed and looked back at him batting your eyelashes. you knew you were taunting him, and it was going to piss him off. he was a busier guy than you cared to admit. he had people to talk to, so of course, the last thing he wanted to do was to take care of his roommate.
"really?" he grabbed your wrist turning you around to push you up against the door. you looked up at him in pure shock, because of all the things that he could have done, this is what he chose to do.
"what are you doing?" you were not slurring your words anymore. you felt fully sober now.
"what are you trying to do to me?" he clenched his jaw, shaking his head then looked up from the ground at you. your faces were inches apart.
"jay, what do you mean? i-i didn't do anything." you stuttered as you were looking at him, then turned your head to look away from him. you took a deep breath then tried to slide out from in front of him but he pulled you back over to where you were.
"of course you did. you gave me that little speech about how you were so in love with me, and now you're looking at me like that." he chuckled deeply then smiled at you. you shook your head at him and responded.
"what speech? i'm just looking at you normally." you laughed then rolled your eyes while crossing your arms in front of your chest.
"don't you remember? jay... why don't you like me? i've loved you for so long but you only see other girls. they always end up hurting you. i would never do that to you. i promise. i know i'm your roommate but i love you. i've loved you since the first day i met you." he mimicked you then laughed again, while you stood there in shock. you said that?
"i did not say that." you covered your mouth, and you felt your cheeks getting hot. everything rushed back to you. you were sitting on his lap when you said this. you begged him to choose you. oh my god.
"so you don't like me?" he smirked and you shook your head, slipping away from him to run into the bathroom in your room, shutting the door behind you and locking it. as you were closing the door you heard him laugh following you up to the door.
"no. i don't." you banged your head against the door and you could hear him laugh again on the other side of the door.
"come out here y/n."
"just leave, you have way better things to do then take care of your roommate. i'll be fine." as you finished that sentence, you had heard your room door open and shut, you felt so relived that he gave up. when you were about to unlock the door after a few moments of walking around in the washroom, your room door opened again. you heard him unlock the door with the key, and smirked at you as he held the key in his hand.
"there's nothing i rather do than to take care of you." he held out his hand for you to take, and you hesitated.
"i won't bite." he laughed then walked towards you, slipping his hand into yours. the two of you walked out of the bathroom, and into the room and he smirked before turning you to face him.
"so you like me huh?" he put both of his hands on your waist, pulling you close to him.
"no-" you looked down at the floor refusing to look at him for even a second. this was the chance to tell him, but you didn't know if you were ready.
"is that so?" he lifted your chin, pressing his lips onto yours. you stood there frozen, but eventually, you kissed him back. his lips tasted sweet, something you feel like you could get used to. you smiled to yourself. weren't ready huh? just so you could win this bicker with jay, you pulled away before putting your arms around his shoulders to whisper in his ear.
"and what if i do?" you smirked then pushed him away from you. you twirled around on your heels walking to the bathroom to brush your teeth. jay caught your hand and spun you back around.
"don't tell me you're walking away from me after that hell of a kiss." he looked at you laughing in shock at how confident you became. you smirked then pulled your hand out of his.
"that's exactly what i'm doing. now get out of my room or you're not getting anymore."
🥚 pairing :: yang jungwon x reader
🥚 genre :: angst, emotional (as fuck i’m so sorry)
🥚 summary :: falling in love with someone that you can never confess to is the worst thing to experience, but watching him fall in love with someone else is much worse.
part one and two here!
a/n: i'm back! it's my comeback also,, it's been a while so bare with me, i'm slowly coming back but i might disappear again at some point. i wrote a pt.3 because i needed it. (this gif was the only one i could find that i liked) i'm only gonna write enha imagines from now, but feel free to send me asks!
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“of course you didn’t fucking know. you only cared about the girl sitting in your room pretending to cry because y/n ‘bullied’ her. you only saw her, while y/n only saw you.” he pulled me into a hug letting me rest my head on his chest. heeseung wrapped his arms tighter around me before saying, “she was there through everything for you jungwon. everything. she never left your side. ever.” i turned my head to the side to look at jungwon then smiled weakly at him.
“it was always you, jungwon.” i lifted my head to look at heeseung, and he got the signal that i wanted to go back inside. as we were walking in, the boys were sitting at the dining table bitching about jungwon's girl. when the door opened, the boys ran up to me asking me a thousand questions.
"relax. i'm fine. i'm going to go home okay? i really don-" i smiled at the boys and handed heeseung his sweater back. he grabbed the sweater hesitantly, and when the door opened, we turned to watch jungwon as he entered.
"don't go anywhere. just stay here tonight. it started raining, and it's already late." he put his hand through his hair sighing as he walked to his room back to his girlfriend. i lifted my wrist to look at my watch. 8pm. late?
"what just happened?" niki walked in between sunghoon and jake who were standing in front of him, before grabbing both my hands.
"nothing." i knew it was a mistake to use that word when the boys all shot a nasty glare at me. i put my hands in the air and then smiled at them.
"she confessed because she was too pissed off at him, and she screamed it at him. thank god i went out when i did, she would have done worse if i didn't." heeseung spoke up for me so i didn't have to say it again, or even overexplain it.
"you what?!?" they all shouted at the same time causing heeseung to stop in his tracks while walking to the fridge to get something to drink.
"finally you told him." jake and jay bumped fists like they did something super cool then smirked at me. as we were laughing because i was being made fun of now, we hadn't realized that jungwon's door had opened and the two of them were coming out.
"wait but i don't understand, you brought me here because you said it was too late for me to go home." she whipped her head around as she was walking out of jungwon's door, gaining looks from all of us.
"stop being nosy bitches." i nudged all of them, making them look back at me. we had then continued talking, but quietly so we could listen to the drama behind us.
"yeah you're right and i'm sorry. we have a family emergency right now, and i should have realized it before i brought you over. i called you an uber. it's outside." jungwon had given her the cold shoulder. he had completely shut off, and you could hear the stress in his voice from a mile away. he walked her to the door and gave her a peck on the cheek.
"it's because of her isn't it? she's why you're kicking me out. your family emergency is all based on her isn't it?" she scoffed while keeping her eyes on me and crossed her arms in front of her chest.
"and what if it is because of her? she's my priority right now, no matter what happens, she is the girl that matters most to me. i just got distracted, and i remember now. she is everything." he turned his head around to shoot me a smile before turning back to face her.
"what? she's everything? jungwon if we're going to be together, you're not going to be with her ever. if she's here, you're not. if you're here, she's not. i love you a lot and i want to be with you for a long time wonnie, so if she's going to stay, i'm not." she gave me the nastiest glare after she had put her arms around jungwon's waist. she pulled him close to her while saying this in the sweetest tone. if jungwon failed to see past the sweet tone, i don't know what the hell i would do. jake snorted under his breath at her attempt, which caused me to nudge him because I was about to start laughing too.
"he's not going to fall for that is he?" sunoo whispered into my ear and i waved my hand no, because i trust that he wouldn't. right? he reached behind him to take her arms off his waist. i knew it. i knew he wouldn't.
"then don't stay. walk out this door. she's not leaving, and if we're being honest, you would leave before she does. if you don't like the sound of that, then i don't think you should be my girlfriend." he walked past her and opened the door. he then put his other hand in his pocket before looking down at his feet.
"fuck you." she walked through the door, and turned around as she was about to step out of it. she looked me dead in the eye, holding up her middle finger at me.
"awh, that's so sweet! it was nice meeting you too!" i wiggled my fingers at her, and the boys behind me laughed their asses off when jungwon had shut the door. as we were reminiscing and laughing about her, jungwon had come up behind me faster than i had realized.
"hey y/n, can we talk?" he stood there looking the vibe of the room, to which all the boys were glaring at him.
"i don't know if that's a good idea." i had responded rubbing the back of my neck. while i was looking up at him, heeseung had walked behind me slightly pushing me over, causing me to fall into jungwon. he had opened his arms to catch me, to which now we were hugging the middle of the living room. the boys got the message, and ran into heeseung's room, which was the closest to the living room. it also just so happened to be in perfect proximity to hear everything from the living room.
i had cleared my throat and jungwon had slowly let me go, keeping his arms on my waist. i had felt a lump forming in my throat. what the hell are you doing to me jungwon? i stepped back from him to focus on the conversation we were having.
"i never knew you had feelings for me. i had always loved you of course i did, but when you started flirting with heeseung, i figured you wanted him and not me." he started going on, and when he talked about heeseung, he opened the door to say something. i turned to look at him, and the boys were pulling him back into the room. i smiled to myself then looked back at jungwon.
"did you not realize when you were having a shit day or you didn't eat, i was there? i was there whenever you were down, i was there even when it was 3 am to have a late night talk because you couldn't sleep. i drove across town to bring your favorite tteokbokki because you said you wanted it the day before." i scoffed and crossed my arms while rolling my eyes. i knew i went over the top for jungwon, heeseung always told me that i was doing too much for a boy that was completely clueless that i was in love with him.
"of course i knew you did that for me, but i thought you did that for all of them. that's why-" he started, but before he could finish i told him to stop talking.
"won, shut up. you knew that i lit up when you came into the room. i was so hopelessly in love with you that i would have done anything fo-" i laughed at how completely clueless he was. as i was ranting on, he was stepping closer to me, until he was inches away from me again. he put his arm around my waist while i was still talking, and then he spoke.
"y/n, shut up. you do realize i just told you that i was always in love with you too right?" he smiled at me while i stared at him in shock when i had registered what he was saying.
"you what?" i shook my head and he moved his face closer to mine, before pressing his lips to mine.
🥚 pairing :: lee heeseung x reader
🥚 genre :: angst, idol!heeseung
🥚 summary :: you never knew why you could never choreograph in the same room or clean enhypen’s dances, until now. heeseung and you were total opposites, putting you both in the same room? that’s like asking for trouble.
a/n:: i’m in love with this.
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cleaning dances for the hybe family is fun. but with all your busy schedules you never got to clean dances for enhypen. you did help choreograph, but had never met them or got the chance to clean their dances. you never knew the reason why.. until today. you and heeseung? cannot be in the same room together.
“y/n, you know i never ask you for favors unless i was desperate. help me clean enhypen’s new song. they’re getting rowdy and i need you to whip them back into it.” you looked up from your phone from scrolling through emails, when enhypen’s choreographer had ran into your office. you nod, telling him that you needed a minute before grabbing the zip up because the shirt you were wearing? very revealing.
everyone knew enhypen were amazing dancers. they were clean, sharp and their flow was flawless. this choreo was difficult, and you needed to see why they were getting “rowdy”. pushing open the door, you looked over at the boys who were sitting on the floor on their phones, but looked up when you walked in. you walked over to their choreographer, and he put his hand on your shoulder.
“thank you so much for doing this y/n. i owe you.” he smiled and you shook your head laughing before you glanced up at heeseung. he looked you up and down, narrowed his eyes then went back to his phone.
“it’s really really nothing.”
“this is your room. just make sure the boys are ready to go by the end of this week.” he glanced at his phone, then looked up at you. he then put his arm around your shoulder bringing you over to the middle of the room to where the boys were. they stood up, and fuck when people said they were tall, they weren’t lying.
“this is y/n. she’s going to clean future perfect. she may look young and sweet but she’s actually terrifying.” he introduced you to the boys and you looked at jake. you looked him up and down smirking, to which he sent the same energy back.
“i’m not as scary as a lot of people may say-” just as you were going to defend yourself, the door opened and in came trouble.
“well that’s a load of shit isn’t it?” yeonjun ran over to you wrapping his arms around your waist swinging you around in circles. the rest of the boys followed, each giving you a huge hug as if they hadn’t seen you in years.
“i’m not that scary.” you let go of beomgyu, pushing him away then turned to yeonjun who was hanging off heeseung. you rolled your eyes then beomgyu put his hands over his mouth dramatically.
“you’re terrifying y/n, you made me cry once.” he shook his head, then shivered. you slapped his arm then looked at enhypen. they laughed at beomgyu’s comment then turned to look at their choreographer, who was getting his stuff together. he looked at his phone then headed towards the door.
“i’ll let you get to it y/n. end of this week please!” he said as he closed the door behind him, and soobin looked at the boys starting with jake all the way to heeseung. not exactly sure why you were being glared at by heeseung, but this was just the start.
“you may be laughing, but we’ve all cried once because of y/n’s cleaning sessions.” soobin looked over at you then pressed a kiss to your cheek. you rolled your eyes then told them to get out and stop scaring them.
“is there any part of the choreo you guys need help with or should we just run through and i’ll stop it if i want to clean?” you looked at each of them and heeseung scoffed. with that, your eyes widened then walked towards heeseung.
“is there a problem heeseung?” you laughed glancing up at him, your smile dropping when you made eye contact with him. he laughed in the sexiest way possible but if he wants a fight you’ll give him one.
“why is a young girl like you teaching us how to dance? how can you clean a dance you don’t even know how to do?” he smirked pulling his hat lower down his face then shoved his hands in his pockets, sticking his tongue into his cheek. you laughed looking at the ceiling smirking when you made eye contact with him again.
“i helped choreograph it. now stop being an asshole and do what i tell you.” you scoffed then glanced at jungwon to follow. you then walked away from him pulling the song up on the monitor. niki and jungwon had followed you over to the monitor and stood on either side.
“what works best for you?” jungwon placed his hands on the counter then smiled. you turned around to face the boys making a decision to run through and clean because that way you could see all the things you needed to clean. so once they started, heeseung was annoyed the entire time. when the song ended you took a deep breath because let’s just say there was quite bit to clean.
“well, we have a lot of work to do, there’s a few parts that you guys aren’t matching, but, overall it’s pretty good. you guys pull this chore-” you were talking to them in a way that would help them understand, with no attitude but someone thought it was funny.
“okay i’m not exactly sure what’s funny because it sure isn’t me. if you think you’re so much better than me, heeseung, let’s see you do it by yourself.” you walked up to him with your arms crossed until your faces were inches apart.
“you claim you know the choreo, do a duo with me then, miss y/n.” he leaned forward whispering in your ear, his breath hitting your neck, then pulled away to smirk. he knew what effect he had on you. you’re not letting him win.
“wow i don’t even know if they’re going to kiss or kill each other.” jake mumbled under his breath to jay, gaining glares from both you and heeseung. you took his challenge, and did the dance with him. you can’t even say heeseung is not a good dancer nor that his moves don’t match the beats, because he’s an amazing dancer, his flow, his rhythm, just the way his body moves is so satisfying to watch.
“you’re an amazing dancer y/n.” niki jumped up when the song finished and you never blushed so hard in your life because the dance prodigy just said you were an amazing dancer.
“we good?” you walked up to heeseung, and he nodded, but you knew this wasn’t over. so an hour passed by, then two hours, and y/n 2.0 was out. that’s what both txt and lasserafim called you when you were screaming bloody murder.
“stop. i told you once about this part already. it’s still not fixed.”
“sharper.”
“do it properly, or don’t do it at all.”
“watch the angles. i’m serious.”
yeah... that went on for another hour. once the three hours were over, with multiple breaks, we had called it a day but they didn’t want to go home yet because something about wanting to do some freestyling.
“i see what txt was talking about now. you’re super scary.” jake threw an arm around your shoulder then smiled at you. you laughed shrugging then looked at heeseung who was still glaring. you and jake walked over to the couch to sit down, jay and sunghoon following soon after.
“is he always like that?” you whispered to the three of them before nodding your head at heeseung and they shook their head.
“nope. he’s usually fine with young choreographers and he usually gets along with them very well. not sure why you guys aren’t getting along.” jake leaned forward placing his elbows on his knees after taking a sip of water. jay stood up looking at sunghoon then at you before saying,
“you guys are either going to finish this week sucking face, or only one of you is gonna walk out that door alive.”
as the week went on, you and heeseung kept going at it, and the boys were getting sick of it. so were you. this attitude thing that heeseung kept giving you, you hated it and you were done with it, so it was time to show heeseung the attitude you grew up giving.
“heeseung, i told you your timing doesn’t match. you’re too early.” you sighed brushing your hand through your ponytail. he rolled his eyes and that was your last straw. you marched up to him and grabbed his shirt pulling him inches away from your face.
“you think this is a joke? this is your comeback. if you don’t want it to look good then fine, that’s not my issue, but your members are working so fucking hard to make this look good. if you don’t want to do it for yourself, do it for your members would you?” you shoved him and turned around to face jay, jake and sunghoon smirking at you while wiggling their eyebrows. you stuck your middle finger up at the three of them then walked back to the front of the room.
“let’s start from the top shall we?”
as the week dragged on, you and heeseung fought, every single second of the three hours you were together. but every single time, it would end with both your faces inches away, a few seconds from kissing. maybe it wasn’t a bad thing that all you two did was almost kiss, but you weren’t going to let anyone know that was how you felt about heeseung.
“either you and heeseung cut it the fuck out or i'm going to stop it." jay had run up to you after the both of you grabbed each others collars. if jay hadn't stepped in, you probably would have killed heeseung.
did you listen to jay? nope. you and heeseung did listen for a total of ten minutes, but the minute either of you made a mistake, you were at each other’s throats again.
“you. follow me.” you pointed at heeseung and the two of you walked into the room on the side of the practice room while every member stood there staring at the two of you. you closed the door behind heeseung, then turned to face him.
“what the hell is your issue? i haven’t done shit to you.” you walked up to him, inches apart, and all he did was smirk down at you. you laughed in disbelief at the fact that he thought that this situation was funny.
“you know you’re hella cute when you’re upset?” he touched his nose keeping his eyes down at the ground. you scoffed at his comment with your arms crossed in front of you.
“you heard me. we both know i only shit on you cause you’re hot as hell and that i want you badly.” he smirked stepping one step closer to you, wrapping his arms around your waist pulling you even closer to him.
“heeseung.”
“what? as if you didn’t already know that.” he chuckled pressing his lips up against yours, then laughed when you had kissed back.
🥚 pairing :: park sunghoon x reader
🥚 genre :: fluff !!
🥚 summary :: everyone knows how sexy park sunghoon from enhypen is. but when he’s your brother’s best friend, it’s even harder not to fall in love with him even jake strictly told you to stay away. but in your books? stay away = kiss him.
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“just bring me coffee. that’s all you have to do then you can leave. plus you live so close y/n. PLEASE.” jake had called me while i was listening to one of my lectures and i had whined that i was in the middle of something but he scoffed at me and hung up telling me i had no choice but to come. he was older, and loved to bother the shit out of me. so i did. i got his fucking coffee, it turned out it was for ALL his seven members.
i dragged my feet into the room they were in, and they were all laughing. i smiled looking at jake. he looked so damn happy. i guess it’s- holy shit. park. sunghoon. now i know he was always good looking, but talk about getting hotter. their manager had come over to me telling me that the boys were almost done, and that they were saying their goodbyes.
i kept staring at him after i put the coffee on the table. he was looking at the monitor then stopped his eye line at me. he looked away to talk to one of the boys before turning back to look at me. he smirked then looked down at his feet.
when the boys were done, jake ran over to me nearly tackling me to the ground. i laughed then hugged him back, and when we pulled away i ran over to jungwon with my arms out to hug him. i tapped my cheek and he pressed his lips to my cheek for a quick peck. i giggled then turned to jake.
“here’s your coffee. i didn’t know it was for all of you. i thought it was just yours.” i rolled my eyes then handed out each cup matching the name, handing sunghoon’s to him last. he reached out taking the cup, our fingers brushing past each other’s when he took the cup. i felt like a fucking school girl screaming internally when our hands touched.
“you’re married now.” jungwon whispered in my ear, to which i shoved him, my face now completely flushed because of the fact that he was still looking me up and down with the biggest smirk on his face.
“did you not get one for yourself y/n?” sunoo looked around seeing that there were only seven cups of coffee, not eight. i shook my head then started putting the bags and trays into the garbage.
“i was too rushed to get these to you guys. jake was rushing me so i didn’t have time to get my-” just as i was about to finish my sentence, sunghoon handed his cup to me then shoved his hands into his pockets walking away like nothing happened. i glanced at jungwon and he shrugged. i ran over to sunghoon who was walking into the hallway now, so i followed him grabbing his arm.
“thank you but i brought it so you could drink it. i already had my coffee today.” i smiled then handed the coffee back to him. he smiled taking it from my hand, then took my hand into his.
“i haven’t had mine yet. wanna help me out with that?” he put the coffee down on top of the hand sanitizer and put his other hand on my cheek and just as he was about to kiss me, the door opened and out came brother dearest. sunghoon let go of me so fast and grabbed the coffee and made it seem like i just handed the coffee to him.
“uh.. y/n, jungwon’s looking for you.” he took one glance of the situation, then glared at sunghoon and jerked his head towards the room jungwon was coming out of.
“uh yeah i’m coming.” i looked at sunghoon, made eye contact with him then turned away to walk over to jungwon. i turned over my shoulder to see that jake was walking up to sunghoon.
“he was going to kiss me.” i mumbled under my breath and jungwon stopped walking snapping his head over at me. he then turned to look at sunghoon who was looking at the two of us walking away.
“he what? y/n, he’s your brother’s fucking best-” i slapped my hand over jungwon’s mouth and pulled him away from the two because if jake heard what we were talking about, he would kill me. he set a company rule that i wasn’t allowed to date anyone in his company, especially from his group. he would murder me.
“but you know how i feel about him already won. i can’t stop thinking about him. i don’t care if he’s the king’s son, i’m fucking in love with him and i can’t do anything about it.”
sunghoon
“jake look-” i tried to calm jake down but nothing. he was coming at me so fast i couldn’t even process quick enough.
“you know the rule hoon. i told you to stay away from her.” the second jake had caught me outside with y/n, i knew i was going to get in shit. i still took the chance because i needed to feel her lips against mine. i’ve waited too fucking long for this moment so when it came of course i took it, and i failed.
“yeah i know but-”
“there’s no fucking but man. that’s it. stay away from y/n.” he shoved me with both hands then turned around storming away from me.
did i listen? fuck no. he would have to fucking tie me down to keep me away from y/n. she leaned in too. holy fuck wait, she leaned in too.
y/n
“jungwon let me talk to her for a second. it’s important.” as i was getting shit from jungwon about loving sunghoon when i shouldn’t, jake walked into the room kicking jungwon out of the room and sat down where jungwon had sat. he mouthed a good luck before bolting out the room.
“what was that with you and sunghoon just now?” i looked down at my hands when he asked me because lord help me if i looked at him, i would tell him that we were going to kiss.
“i was just giving him his coffee back. nothing else. why?” i laughed then took a deep breath smiling at him for a few seconds then looked back at my hands. he shook his head then grabbed my hands.
“y/n, you know the rule. stay away from sunghoon.”
you know if i listened i wouldn’t be chasing sunghoon down the hall while jungwon promised he would distract jake for me. i ran so fast i could win the 400m run with no issues.
“sunghoon!” i called after him in a whisper yell, and he whipped his head around but didn’t look up from his phone. but when he did, he had the brightest smile on his face when he made eye contact with me. i laughed walking the last two feet towards him.
“so i guess you got the warning too.” he laughed looking down at me while i was panting from the entire marathon i just ran to catch up to him. i smiled nodding at him then stood up taking a deep breath. even as a kid, no matter what jake told me, i always did the opposite. just to shove it in his face? i stepped closer to sunghoon.
“yeah and i say fuck his warning.” i shrugged throwing my arms around his shoulders clasping my hands together on the back of his neck. as if it was natural to him, he placed his hands on my back, pulling me close to him.
“oh yeah i definitely like that idea.” he smiled as he pressed his lips to mine. he kissed me with a huge smile on his face. i giggled into the kiss, to which deepened the kiss.
“you know we’re getting murdered for this right?” i said against his lips and he let out a deep chuckle. i bit my lip thinking about the consequences but i decided to let this moment be my happiest. jake’s not going to ruin this. my hoon.
“for sure, but for safe measures let me kiss you once more before we head to our death.”
🥚 pairing :: yang jungwon x reader
🥚 genre :: angst, emotional (as fuck i’m so sorry)
🥚 summary :: falling in love with someone that you can never confess to is the worst thing to experience, but watching him fall in love with someone else is much worse.
part one and three
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“ignore them. just do the paper. she’ll love that.” i forced myself to smile as i stood up putting my bag on my shoulder. “i’m happy for you won. serious.” i said as i walked into niki’s room, throwing my bag onto the ground and slid down the door with my head against the door. i brought my knees to my chest, my hands went straight through my hair and the tears were endless.
“y/n...” i felt arms come around my curled up body, and i knew it was niki the minute i put my face in the crook of his neck. i just sobbed uncontrollably and i couldn’t stop.
“why couldn’t it be me, niki?”
at one point i heard a knock on the door, and i moved in front of niki’s closet refusing to stand up. niki peeked outside, and i heard sunoo say to niki that jungwon had ran out with a whole bunch of paper. and that it was just the five of them at home, and something about jay getting some stuff for me.
sunoo, heeseung and jake all ran over to me when niki let them in, heeseung picking me up placing me in his lap. he rested on arm on my waist, and the other hand caressing my head. he kissed the top of my head so many times i couldn’t even count. the rest of the boys sat there looking at us worried i was going to die from crying too much.
“baby please stop crying.” jake said taking my hand into his pressing a kiss to my knuckles. i took a deep breath and wiped my tears away. i stopped for a total of five minutes, and i was tearing up again. i put my arms around heeseung’s shoulders, sobbing violently into his shoulder.
“i wanted it to be you and him so badly love.” he whispered in my ear, pressing a kiss to the shell of my ear. i looked up to see he was tearing up too. he was the biggest supporter of jungwon and i getting together.
“oh angel...” i heard the door open, and jay walked into the room with a bag of stuff. he walked over to heeseung and i, then crouched down in front of me kissing the top of my head before opening the bottle of water in his hand. i chugged nearly the entire bottle of water then played with the cap of the bottle.
“i really fucking loved him.”
“we know you did angel.” jay had said and heeseung pressed a kiss to my forehead. the front door had opened and i heard heels clicking on the ground. that’s not what i think it is right?
“oh you’ve got to be fucking joking.”
“niki what? what is it?” i stood up from heeseung’s lap with help from all of them, and i saw it. jungwon was kissing his girl at the front door while she tried to take her shoes off and she was giggling. all the boys stood up peeking at the door, and i closed the door once they all got a look. heeseung, who was standing in front of me, his jaw clenched so hard i thought his jaw was going to break.
“i’m going to kill him.” heeseung said with gritted teeth and i put my hands on his chest shaking my head.
“not if i fucking kill him first.” jake followed heeseung’s comment and i stopped jake too. i knew that these boys would kill jungwon for bringing her to the house but it’s not won’s fault. he’s clueless.
“i love him and because i love him, let him be happy. please.” and with that, i fell to the ground weak from all the crying i did. heeseung held me as i sat on the ground, and the feet were approaching on the other side of the door.
“y/n? what’s wrong? what the fuck is happening?” jungwon. that voice, his smell, just everything. i knew it was him and i looked at him smiling with tired eyes as i held onto heeseung for dear life.
“oh hi jungwon! you’re here!” i was barely able to say but my voice was hoarse when it came out and the boys around us were sighing and trying to get me to lie down so i didn’t collapse again.
“i don’t think you should be here right now jungwon.” heeseung said through his teeth, “especially bringing uninvited guests over when we’re having a family emergency.” he scoffed glancing at the girl who was wearing a white mini skirt with the cutest little cardigan. she had the sweetest smile when she first walked in but after heeseung’s comment, complete face change. i slapped heeseung’s arm then pushed to sit up properly.
“hi, i’m y/n it’s nice to finally meet you. jungwon’s girlfriend right?” wow did that hurt to say. she looked at jungwon then looked down at me on the floor. she looked pissed off but i wasn’t going to let that stop me from being nice.
“yea..? uh why are you on the ground?” she held in her laugh and my eyes widened. i looked at the guys who were staring at me with pure shock. i looked at jungwon giving him that ‘are you serious’ look to which he looked up at her then back at me. i scoffed shaking my head trying to stand up, and the boys had tried helping me but i told them i got it.
“let’s start again. hi, i’m y/n it’s nice to finally meet you. jungwon’s girlfriend right?” i smiled at her holding my hand out and she looked at my hand, then up at me, smirking.
“oh girl i heard you the first time. i just didn’t want to tell you my name.” she took my hand pulling me closer to her until we were cheek to cheek, then whispered in my ear.
“i’m so happy. you two are going to get along so well i promise.” jungwon smiled next to jay and put his arm around his shoulder. i pushed her hand off of mine then looked at jungwon. i turned to whisper in heeseung’s ear to get jungwon away from us.
“oh girl. i don’t care how you treat me, but treat jungwon like that, and you and i won’t be ‘getting along so well’ like jungwon promised.” i used air quotes then scoffed nudging her shoulder as i walked past her.
“what is your problem?! you don’t have to bully me just because i’m a new girl in the house, i didn’t even do anything to you!” she started fake crying as i was walking away and all eight heads snapped to her. she continued to yell things at me, and i can’t lie. she was a good fake crier.
“y/n what the fuck? can’t you just fucking be civil for two seconds? she’s my girlfriend. if you hate her that much, leave.” jungwon ran over to her hugging her pulling her away from us, and she turned over her shoulder smirking at me. my jaw dropped open, and i looked at sunghoon who had the exact same face as i did. this was not the cute baby lamb anymore. he’s a fucking sheep now.
“you clueless jackass.” i fell into the couch behind me and sat there trying to process what just happened. you could cut the tension with a fucking knife. it was completely silent in this house, and it was never. believe me. a house with 7 boys? never silent.
“still here?” jungwon closed his door and walked up to the fridge getting a bottle of water. i clenched my jaw then walked over to jungwon. i dragged his arm pulling him outside. the rest of the boys followed but i told them to stay and watch the ‘new girl’.
“jungwon, i don’t know what’s happening with you, and quite honestly? i barely fucking know you anymore.” i shook my head pushing my hair back while i stared jungwon dead in the eyes.
“well you don’t need to know me anymore.” he laughed rolling his eyes, my mouth gaped open as i looked at this kid. i didn’t even know him anymore, he was once the love of my life, i would have done anything for this boy. now? i hate him. i fucking hate him.
“oh great. i’m so glad. falling in love with you was so fucking worth it.” my sentence DRIPPED with sarcasm. he was staring at his feet but shot his head up when he had heard what i said.
“y-you’re in love with me?” he stuttered. he fucking stuttered as his boba eyes had come back as he blinked at me.
“i was in love with you jungwon. i was so fucking in love with you that i went to sleep thinking about you, and woke up thinking about you. every single day of my life you were all i thought about. now i know it was the worst mistake falling in love with you.” and the waterfalls are back. i started tearing up and everything was blurry.
“i didn’t-” the door opened, and heeseung came out of the house wrapping his jacket around my shoulders before pulling me into his arms.
“of course you didn’t fucking know. you only cared about the girl sitting in your room pretending to cry because y/n ‘bullied’ her. you only saw her, while y/n only saw you.” he pulled me into a hug letting me rest my head on his chest. “she was there through everything for you jungwon. everything. she never left your side. ever.” i turned my head around to look at jungwon then smiled weakly at him.
🥚 pairing :: yang jungwon x reader
🥚 genre :: angst, emotional (as fuck i’m so sorry)
🥚 summary :: falling in love with someone that you can never confess to is the worst thing to experience, but watching him fall in love with someone else is much worse.
a/n: keep in mind i’m not saying jungwon is like this in anyway, i love jungwon with all my heart and it’s just a story, he wouldn’t be like this at all.
part two
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“you have to tell him y/n. he’s been out of the house a lot and i’m pretty sure that he’s seeing someone. i don’t want to see you hurt over this.” all the boys were surrounding me begging me to tell jungwon how i felt. i just couldn’t. i wanted to, but i knew where it would go, and i didn’t want to go through that pain.
“hee, i can’t. i can’t tell him-” as my sentence was going to finish, the door opened and in came jungwon smiling as bright as niki’s green shirt next to me. niki put his arm on the couch behind me for me lean back into.
jungwon walked over to us looking around at how all the guys were surrounding me. on my left, jake grabbed my hand and intertwined our fingers together, his thumb caressing my hands. i smiled weakly at jake as jungwon sat down next to jay.
“what’s going on? you having a party without me?” he beamed. he was literally glowing. i’m pretty sure if he was a cartoon character he would have a gold rim around his face right now.
“nah we’re just talking. y/n came over for cuddles.” heeseung covered for me before any of the dumbasses could say something we couldn’t save. jake and niki. i nodded in acknowledgment to heeseung and he nodded back at me. this was a normal thing when i was upset so i knew jungwon wouldn’t think it was out of the ordinary especially if niki was the one holding me.
“you okay y/n?” he did sound worried but he pulled out his phone to text just as i was about to answer his question. oh. i looked at jay who was peeking at jungwon’s phone, and he bit his lip as he looked back at me nervously.
“i’m o-”
“oh my god i have to tell you about this really-” jungwon looked up from his phone in the middle of when i was answering and that was my queue. niki stood up at lightning speed, followed by heeseung. they looked at each other, then made a mutual decision to save my ass.
“niki don’t we uh have an assignment to help y/n with? yeah you said something about that y/n.” heeseung looked at niki all panicky and i giggled at the two of them being panicky together. it distracted me from jungwon.
“yeah but we said we would do it tomorrow. we better go now though. i- uh have a date. hee you said you would drive me?” i nodded at the two of them, and the rest of them helped me get out of the house before jungwon could say anything but jungwon was faster than us.
“wait y/n, guys i need your advice first.” i was reaching for the doorknob when he had called me. fuck so close. niki grabbed my hand, while jake turned to look at me reassuringly. they all looked back at me.
“we’re right next to you, we promise.” sunghoon moved behind me placing his hand on my lower back whispering in my ear. i nodded, and we moved back to the couch.
“so there’s this girl. she’s the most gorgeous, sweet, loving girl. she’s absolutely amazing and i’ve honestly never met someone like her. she’s nothing compared to any girl i’ve ever met.” hit one. wow that hurt. niki squeezed my hand while sunghoon had started playing with my hair. the one thing these boys knew was how to cheer me up.
“so...?” heeseung scoffed at jungwon’s rant about this girl and i snorted at his snarky tone. it took me every cell in my fucking body to stop myself from crying. i smiled nodding at jungwon because if i don’t get to be the girl he’s falling for, at least i get to hear about the way he would talk about me if i was.
“i want to do something amazing for her. i mean she’s basically already my girlfriend but i just want to do something to make it official.” hit two. he bounced up and down with excitement. as i looked at him, he was so happy, and i’ll be damned if i ruined this for him. but the boys on the other hand had completely different plans. all fists were clenched, all jaws were clenched, (even sunoo.) and all i could do is sit there make sure they didn’t jump jungwon.
“i’m so in love with her. there’s no one in this world for me except her. i love her. so what should i do? i need to do something for her.” hit three. one more, and i’m done. i’m just going to walk out.
“well i think you should write her a song or poem, or do what sunghoon did with the paper.” i laughed remembering the video of sunghoon asking a girl to prom with his pieces of paper that he cutely messed up, but he was NOT in the mood. i threw my head back to look up at him, mouthing the words ‘stop’.
“wait! oh my god! wait if i write her a poem will you help? you’re the best romance writer y/n please help.” AND home run. everyone except heeseung stood up and stormed off to their rooms. heeseung looked at me taking a deep breath before leaning down to kiss the top of my head.
“i’m sorry my love. if i stay here any longer i’m going to kill him.” he whispered in my ear before shoving his hands in his pockets, glaring at jungwon before walking off.
“what just happened?” he blinked in confusion watching as each door closed. i took a deep breath in and sighed loudly which caught jungwon’s attention.
“ignore them. just do the papers. she’ll love that.” i forced myself to smile as i stood up putting my bag on my shoulder. “i’m happy for you wonnie. serious.” i said as i walked into niki’s room, throwing my bag onto the ground and slid down the door with my head against the door. i brought my knees to my chest, my hands went straight through my hair and the tears were endless.
🥦 pairing:: lee jeno x reader
🥦 genre:: fluff, angst, college!jeno
🥦 summary:: you, renjun, and jeno were the closest friends since the summer of junior kindergarten. 7 years later, in the winter of grade four, jeno moved away. 11 years later, the trio is standing in the same room together, except this time, jeno or you won’t let each other go.
a/n:: there are alternating pov’s in this story! and i kinda got carried away...
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“injun, are you done editing your psych assignment yet? let me look. please.” i pouted across the table to look at renjun. he scoffed sticking up his middle finger up at me before he even looked up at me. i walked to the other side of the table putting my arms around his shoulders pressing my face to his. when i had started walking over, he flipped his phone over faster than i could say his full name. i didn’t want to say anything so i just stood there begging him to let me look at his assignment.
“y/n, we’re here so you can do your assignment without my help. i have to go now but you better finish. i’ll see you tonight after practice.” he winked then gathered all of his stuff, glanced at his phone, then walked off. whatever he was up to, he did not want me to know. at all.
“you have practice again tonight? you said you would help me all night. what kinda best friend are you!?” i screamed as he held up half a heart as the door hit him on his way out. i mumbled a thousand curse words then finished my assignment as quickly as i could and headed over to crash their practice.
i walked over to the practice room where renjun was with his little “dance club”, there were six of them usually but there was a seventh today. he had a white wife beater on, and had the sexiest undercut. i walked in keeping my eyes on my phone, trying to distract myself from looking at the new kid.
“hi baby.” as i was walking over to the couches of the practice room. a pair of arms wrapped around my waist from behind me, and a pair of lips pressed a kiss to my collarbone.
“hi babes.” i looked at the mirror to meet eyes with mr. i will flirt with anything that moves. i smiled turning around to put my arms around jaemin’s shoulders staring into his eyes. he gasped dramatically because i hadn’t called him the name i usually did.
“thank you for coming to visit me today. you going to take me out on a date today?” he smirked then whispered into my ear, pulling me closer to him before lifting my chin with his index finger.
“ahem.” mark had cleared his throat and i turned to look at him not letting go of jaemin. i smiled then turned to face him ready for my snarky comment. jaemin put his arms back around my waist, and rested his chin on my shoulder.
“what lee? you jealous? would you like me to give you some attention too?” i giggled with jaemin then scanned the room making eye contact with the new boy. except, he wasn’t a new boy. i knew him, but i couldn’t place how.
“who’s the new boy?” i whispered to jaemin and haechan came over to me putting his arm on my shoulder.
“renjun brought him.” i looked at haechan then turned to look at renjun. he was avoiding all eye contact, completely pretending that i wasn’t staring a hole into his face at the moment. i walked up to renjun giving him the ‘if you don’t tell me who this boy is look’, and he nodded putting his hands up in defeat.
“follow me.” he took me to the side and took a deep breath before he started stalling because whoever this boy was, he didn’t want to tell me.
“you remember your first love lee jeno? well...”
jeno
i knew it was her the minute she walked through those doors. the hair, the eyes, the walk, and her fucking smile. my y/n. i lost her once and i sure as hell am not losing her again. looking at her flirting with jaemin and mark, she’s grown up, and very well for that. there hasn’t been one day i haven’t thought about her. 11 years later, and she’s become even more perfect then when i last saw her. and i’m still just as crazy about her as i was 11 years ago.
i mean i knew renjun and her were still the closest of friends, i mean they stayed together since we were 7 years old. renjun had facetimed me when we had reconnected four years ago but i also knew that he didn’t tell y/n we talked.
so when i saw her for the first time in 11 years, i had no idea she had grown up to be this stunning of a woman. the reason? renjun had refused to let me see her because he was trying to stop me from the fact that i was still in love with her even though he knew it was an impossible mission.
“HUANG RENJUN!” the sound of her voice woke me from my thoughts of her. i looked at the two of them, renjun holding up his hands because he was two seconds away from getting beaten. jisung and chenle had ran over to her pulling her away from renjun.
“let me go. he deserves to die for this. i don’t care if you helped me pass psych first year, you’re dead when these two let me the fuck go.” even though my friend was about to be killed, i couldn’t stop smiling at her. fuck i’m so in love with her.
y/n
“you’re telling me, that man over there is THE fucking lee jeno? my lee jeno?” i whispered screamed but no one but renjun heard me. he nodded and my whole body froze. i looked over at jeno, and he was deep in thought so he wasn’t even looking at me. i looked him up and down, and i’m not going to lie, he was hot. i don’t even think, no correction looking at him made me stop thinking, period.
“i’m sorry i didn’t want you to find out like this, i was going to let you guys meet on your own i-” he started talking but i didn’t want to hear some bullshit excuse like ‘i did it for your sake’ or ‘i didn’t know how you would react’.
“renjun-”
“no, i’m serious. i was going to tell you.” he put his hand on my arm trying to get me to look at him but i didn’t want to look at him. i was so pissed i couldn’t see anything else. i waited 11 years for jeno to come back.
“HUANG RENJUN!” i leaped at him but both my arms were held back by the youngest two. i struggled trying to get out of their grip but they wouldn’t let me go.
“let me go. he deserves to die for this. i don’t care if you helped me pass psych first year, you’re dead when these two let me the fuck go.” i stomped my feet trying to push towards renjun. but he ran behind jeno who was smiling so damn bright at me. when i finally got chenle and jisung off me, i ran over to renjun with jeno in between. i put my hands on his chest unknowingly until he had stiffened. then i realized what i was doing. i didn’t move, i just looked up at him.
“hi y/n.”
“jeno..” i cleared my throat as i said his name, lowering my hands back to my sides but he caught my hands as it fell, placing it back where they were.
jeno
when she placed her hands on my chest, but whole body froze. i stopped moving, while i stared down at her but i needed to seem like it didn’t affect me. she was so close to me, i could smell her. her marshmallow perfume was all i could smell when she stepped this close to me.
“hi y/n.” i managed to finally speak when she made eye contact with me. her eyes widened when she had realized what she was doing.
“jeno..” she breathed out my name and i felt my whole body go numb. i thought i was about to melt into the ground.
“it’s been a while.” i smiled nervously continuing to hold onto her hands that were on my chest still. she nodded then stepped closer to me. what the hell are you thinking y/n? step one step closer and i swear i will kiss you in front of all these boys.
“how have you been?” she smiled and i swear time had stopped. how badly i wanted to tell her that i’d been thinking about her every single day since i left and that i was so in love with her.
“i-”
y/n
he started talking but i grabbed his arm and ran. i couldn’t stay in this room with all these boys staring at us, and i desperately needed to be alone with jeno.
“y/n-”
“jeno just- just shut up and follow me.” i looked around to see that one of the rooms across the hall were empty. i pulled him inside and sat him down on the chair. i started pacing around because i had so much to say to him and i had no fucking idea where to start.
“okay look, i don’t know what’s going on, and i’m not exactly sure why you’re back. i have so much to say to you i don’t know where to start. i guess i could start asking questions but-” i kept pacing because i didn’t want to look at jeno. if i looked at him i would blurt out the fact that i loved him.
“y/n.”
“i don’t where to start with that either. okay i could tell you about me, or-” i bit my lip and started chewing on my nail extension.
“y/n. just shut up.” he stood up, putting his hands on my face laughing. he shook his head then pressed his lips to mine backing me up against the wall as he was kissing me.
“i fucking missed you so much. i thought of you every fucking day for 11 years y/n.”
