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en-'s mamacita

[lovzy7]

TREAT IT • P. JONGSEONG

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(박종성) In which - Your old high school bully is now your patient, and you’re his home nurse, living under the same roof in his mansion. You soon find out that his job is far from just typing away in his office.

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Warnings / Tags: fluff, mature content, dirty talk, heavy sexual tension, enemies, slow burn, stab wound, medical procedures, sutures/stitching, needles / blood, hospital setting, mentions of bullying

now playing ‧₊˚♪ : Like I Do by Ariana Grande

Part 1 / Part 2(now on!)

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It had been a week since that chaotic night in the ER. Days since i have seen Jay. I haven't told anybody I've seen him. I knew that if I told Sunoo or Jungwon, they would freak out, so I haven't told anybody yet. I hadn’t seen that man since high school, hadn’t thought about him in years, and suddenly, he was back in my life with a stab wound I had to stitch up. The whole thing felt unreal, like some twisted joke the universe decided to play on me.

Saturday night arrived without warning. It was 8:38 p.m. when the ambulance bay doors burst open and two paramedics wheeled in another unconscious man. “Male in his early twenties, found unresponsive in an alley in Hannam-dong,” one of them called out as they pushed the gurney straight into the emergency operating room.

I removed the old gloves I was wearing when I noticed the blood trail stretching across the floor behind them. "Jesus, he's lost a massive amount of blood," I muttered, turning quickly to grab a fresh hairnet and another pair of sterile gloves.

Doctor Jang was already barking orders, snapping on his own gloves with practiced speed.

“He needs a transfusion right now. Why wasn’t that started in the ambulance?” Doctor Jang asked, snapping at the paramedics.

The paramedic took a deep breath. “His blood type is O-negative, sir. We couldn’t risk it without a compatible match on hand.”

I stepped closer to the gurney, my eyes scanning the pale face beneath the oxygen mask. My stomach dropped the second recognition hit.

“Jay?” The name slipped out in a whisper before I could stop it.

It was him. Jay Park. The same sharp jawline, the same dark hair now matted with sweat and blood. What the hell had he gotten himself into this time?

Without thinking, the words tore out of me. “I’m O-negative!” My own voice in my head screamed back at me. ‘Aria?!’

Doctor Jang’s head snapped toward me. “Wait, really, Miss Choi?”

“Yes.” I answered immediately, already moving. “Perfect. Let’s do this fast,” Doctor Jang said, already prepping the line.

I followed Nurse Hyejung down the corridor to the blood-draw room. The needle went in smoothly, but after about ten minutes the fatigue started creeping in. My head felt heavy, my limbs sluggish.

“You knew that man, didn’t you?” Nurse Hyejung asked, her tone too casual for the situation. “No.” I said automatically. “Yes you do. You said his name; not his government name, his English name!” she pressed, clearly enjoying the chance to pry.

I sighed. Old women loved sticking their noses in other people’s business. “We went to high school together.”

“Was he your boyfriend?” she teased. “Far from it. We hated each other. Still do. He was mean to me. We were enemies.” I said flatly.

“Whatever you want to call it, hun.” Nurse Hyejung chuckled.

After the Fifteen minutes she pulled the needle out and handed me a large bag of my own blood. “That’s a big donation, love. You should rest here for a bit. Orange juice and a granola bar are on the table. Take a nap. I’ll wake you when the transfusion is done.” She draped a blanket over my lap and left the room.

I didn’t want to sleep, but the moment my head touched the chair I was out cold.

“Doctor Choi. Doctor Choi.”

The voice sounded far away at first. I blinked my eyes open slowly to find Yuna leaning over me.

“How long did I sleep?” I asked, sitting up carefully. “About two hours,” she answered. “Two hours?! Why didn’t anyone wake me?” I snapped, already on my feet.

“Hey, slowly!” Yuna said, grabbing my arm to steady me. “How did the operation go on Mr. Park?” I asked. “Umm; good…” Yuna’s voice wavered.

“That wasn’t confident, Yuna. What happened?”

“Nothing! It’s just… Mr. Park wants to talk to you.” she said, sounding nervous.

“Me?” I asked, shocked.

Yuna nodded.

“No. Why should I?” I was already annoyed. “Well, he doesn’t want to leave until he talks to you. That’s why I came to wake you up,” she explained. “Are you serious?!” I asked, irritation rising. “Yes… he said he knows you-”

I let out a frustrated scream. “AHGGHH—where is he?!”

Yuna led me down the hallway. “He’s inside here. Please be—” I didn’t let her finish. I pushed the door open and shut it behind me.

Jay stood near the window overlooking the Han River, bandages wrapped around his torso and an IV bag attached to his arm. He turned when he heard me.

“Jay, I swear to god—” I started, marching toward him. He faced me fully. The sight of him standing there, pale but upright, made me stop mid-step. “God,” I breathed.

“I want you to be my at-home nurse, Choi.” he said, voice flat, no emotion.

I ignored the request. “What the fuck happened, Jay? You come in with a stab wound and now this?”

“You’ll start today,” he said, now ignoring my questions.

“Jay.” I said, taking a deep breath to keep from saying something I’d regret. “I’m not going to be your at-home nurse.”

“I’ve already arranged everything. The hospital said I have to stay here for at least two months for recovery. I’m not doing that. So they offered me at-home nursing—”

I cut him off. “I’m not an at-home nurse, Park!”

“I know. That’s why I’m now paying for a hospital nurse,” he said casually.

“WHAT?!”

“I’ll pay you 7.7 million won a day.” he said coolly.

I felt like I was going to pass out. “7…7… Day....”

“My driver will take you to your apartment to pack. You will stay at my place for the whole recovery,” he continued.

“Jay, this is crazy—”

“You don’t want the job?” he asked seriously.

“No—yes. Jay, why would you—”

“Great. My driver is waiting for you downstairs,” he said, turning back to the window. I didn’t want to argue again, so I slowly turned around and walked out of the room.

Yuna was still waiting in the hallway. “What did Mr. Park—” she started. “At-home nursing… 7.7 million won a day,” I said, mostly to myself, staring straight ahead as I walked toward the elevator.

“WHAT!” Yuna yelled. “SHHH!” I hissed at her. “That’s crazy, Doctor Choi! You’re doing it, right?” she asked.

“Well, yes, of course.” I said as the elevator doors opened.

That’s enough to pay for my mother’s bills, I thought as the elevator doors closed.

-

“And this will be your room for the time being.” the maid said, showing me my room after the house; mansion tour.

“It’s beautiful.” I said, staring around in awe.

“It really is. Now. I’ll give you some time to settle in. Mr. Park will be home soon from the hospital. I’ll call you when dinner is ready.” she said, walking away.

The maid’s heels clicked away down the marble corridor, leaving me alone in the doorway of my new bedroom. I pushed the door shut and turned, taking in the space that dwarfed my entire apartment.

A king-sized bed with black silk sheets dominated the room, flanked by dark wood nightstands. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the private gardens below, and through the open bathroom door I glimpsed a marble tub big enough for two. I dropped my bag on the bed and wandered, my fingertips trailing over the leather couch and the expensive dresser, still struggling to accept that this was now my temporary home.

Some time later a soft knock broke my thoughts. “Miss Choi, dinner is ready.” the maid called before vanishing again.

I followed the directions toward the dining room, my footsteps echoing against the polished floors. The long table stretched out before me, but only two places were set. Jay sat with his back to me, still wearing the black dress shirt from the hospital, his posture rigid from the wounds.

“Take a seat.” he said without turning.

I settled across from him, staring down at the perfectly plated meal. Silverware clinked against porcelain as we both ate in silence. The tension pressed against my chest until I couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“Listen, I really appreciate this, but are you sure you want me to be your nurse?” I asked, finally lifting my eyes to him.

“Well yes, I chose you, didn’t I?” Jay replied, gaze fixed on his plate.

“Well yes, but… why, Jay? I literally don’t get it. You hated me—”

“You hated me.” he cut in, still eating.

“Jay, I just don’t—”

“I think we’re done eating. Can you please clean my wounds so I can sleep?” His tone had hardened into something colder.

“Sure. That’s why I’m here.”

I followed him to his bedroom, and my jaw dropped. If my room had been impressive, this one belonged in a magazine spread. The massive bed could sleep three people, dark wood furniture gleamed under the soft lighting, and even more windows revealed the glittering city skyline below.

Jay sat on the edge of his bed while I opened my medical bag. “Oh great.” I muttered when I spotted the hospital cart already positioned beside the bed, fully stocked.

I pulled on gloves and sat down, reaching for the medication first. Before I could offer him water, Jay took the pills dry, swallowing them in one go.

“Can you lift up your shirt?” I asked.

“Can you help me just take it all off?” he said coldly.

I had forgotten that he also had a wound on his shoulder. I helped him remove his shirt, forcing myself not to stare at the defined ridges of his chest and abs. When had he gotten so ripped? I focused on the task, carefully cleaning each wound with antiseptic. Jay hissed through his teeth at the sting.

“It’s not that—”

“Are you the one with the stab wound, Choi?!” Jay snapped.

“Well no, but—”

“Just do what you need to do so I can sleep. ” he said, closing his eyes.

I finished wrapping the bandages in silence, then gathered my supplies. At the door, I took one last look at him sitting there, shirtless and bandaged, before leaving. Already, I hated how complicated this arrangement was going to become.

-

The weeks slipped by in a strange rhythm. Jay’s wounds knitted together faster than I expected, the angry red lines fading into thin, pale scars. He started leaving the house again, first for short drives, then for longer stretches that stretched into the evening. Each time he returned he looked a little more like the cocky, untouchable man I remembered from high school; shoulders squared, jaw set, that cold glint in his eyes.

My own life had never been simpler. The paycheck from this arrangement covered every single one of Mom’s hospital bills, and the mansion’s quiet luxury made the rest of the world feel far away.

We weren’t friends. Not exactly. But the sharp edges between us had dulled. He still snapped when I asked too many questions, still rolled his eyes when I fussed over his bandages, but the silence that followed those moments felt less hostile and more… comfortable.

Saturday night the house was nearly empty. Most of the staff had the weekend off, and the marble halls echoed with nothing but the low hum of the security system. I padded barefoot into the kitchen in an oversized T-shirt and shorts, craving something warm. The clock above the stove read 1:17 a.m. when the front door slammed open.

“Fuck—Choi, fuck!”

Jay’s voice tore through the quiet, followed by the heavy thud of the door. I dropped the mug I’d been reaching for and sprinted toward the foyer. A slick trail of blood glistened on the white marble, leading down the hallway like a grotesque breadcrumb path.

“Jay?!” My voice cracked as I followed the crimson line. “Jay, stop this—where are you?!”

I rounded the corner into the downstairs bathroom and froze. He was slumped against the tiled wall, one hand clamped over his side, blood seeping between his fingers. His black shirt was soaked, clinging to the hard planes of his torso.

“Jay!—oh my God—”

“Stop staring and treat it, Choi!” he hissed, teeth gritted.

I bolted to my room for the medical kit, heart hammering. When I dropped back to my knees beside him, I yanked his shirt open. Fresh stitches had torn; the wound gaped angrily.

“What the HELL happened?! ” I demanded, already ripping open antiseptic wipes.

“I got stabbed. Can’t you see?!” he grunted.

I pressed gauze to the wound, trying to stem the bleeding. “Why in God’s name were you out this late anyway?!”

“Work.” he said flatly.

“Jay, you don’t even work at night. You’re always doing… I don’t know, stuff behind a computer or whatever.” I said, still shocked by his answer. “I do that too—” Jay started.

“Jay, seriously. This is, like, the third time I’ve seen you get stabbed, as far as I know. What is this ‘work’ you keep talking about?” I asked, my voice turning serious.

“Fuck—” he hissed through the pain. “Can you just clean me up, Choi?” Jay said coldly.

“No, Jay. I’m serious. Tell me what’s going on, or I’m done working this at-home job!” I snapped, my frustration finally boiling over.

He sucked in a sharp breath as I cleaned the gash. “I run a chain, all right? ”

I stared at him, gauze forgotten in my hand. “A… restaurant chain?”

He laughed once, bitter. “No, Choi. Not restaurants.” He sucked in a sharp breath. “I run a mafia chain. One of my guys screwed up a deal and the other side decided I was playing them. They came for me. Happy now?”

The word ‘mafia’ hung between us like smoke. I wanted to call it a joke, but the blood on my hands said otherwise. Jay pushed himself upright, wincing, and staggered toward his bedroom. I followed, still reeling.

“You can’t just drop that on me and walk away!” I said to his retreating back.

He didn’t answer. The door shut in my face with a soft click.

I stood there for a long minute, blood drying on my fingers, before retreating to my own room. My mind spun. Mafia. Jay Park. My high-school bully. Now mafia boss; bleeding in his own mansion because of some deal gone wrong.

I tried to sleep. The sheets felt too cold, the silence too loud. Then a low, guttural sound drifted down the hallway. Jay, in pain. I hesitated only a second before grabbing the med kit and padding barefoot to his door.

“Jay?” I knocked softly. “I heard you. Are you still hurting?”

A muffled curse, then his voice, rough. “Yeah. It’s… worse than before.”

I slipped inside. Jay lay on his massive bed, shirt discarded, fresh blood seeping through the bandage at his waist. I pulled on fresh gloves, poured two painkillers into my palm, and handed them over with a glass of water.

“Take these.”

He swallowed them dry, eyes never leaving mine. I peeled back the old bandage, cleaned the wound again, and rewrapped it with steady hands. When I finished, I started to stand, but his fingers closed around my wrist; gentle, almost hesitant.

“The thing I said that first night...” he murmured, voice low and husky. “It was true.”

I frowned. “What thing?”

“That I only bullied you because I didn’t know how to handle what I felt.” His thumb brushed over my pulse point. “I was a stupid kid. Still am, apparently. I’m not asking you to marry me, Choi. I just… wanted you to know I always thought you were the prettiest girl I’d ever seen. Still do.”

My breath caught. The room suddenly felt too small, the air too thick. Jay’s eyes; dark, intense, held mine like a physical touch. Then pain flickered across his face and he tried to sit up, a low growl escaping his throat.

“Is it hurting again?” I asked, voice barely above a whisper.

“No—Yeah. But I know something that might help.”

Before I could ask what, he leaned in. His mouth crashed against mine; hot, desperate, tasting of copper and whiskey.

I froze for half a second, then melted into it, hands sliding up his bare chest, careful of the bandages. He groaned into the kiss, one arm banding around my waist to pull me closer. The kiss deepened, tongues sliding, teeth nipping. My T-shirt rode up as his fingers skimmed the bare skin of my lower back, sending sparks racing down my spine.

“Jay—” I breathed against his lips.

“Fuck, Choi—Aria.” His voice cracked on my name.

The kiss didn't stop there. Jay's mouth kept moving against mine, hungry and desperate, like he was trying to pour everything he couldn't say into the way his tongue slid against mine.

His hand stayed at my lower back, thumb stroking slow circles against bare skin while his other hand came up to cup the side of my neck. The touch was gentle despite how hard he was breathing, how his chest rose and fell against mine. Every time I tried to pull back for air, he chased my mouth, catching my bottom lip between his teeth before diving back in.

"Don't stop." he whispered against my lips, voice rough. "Just… stay like this."

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[sunishake]

OVERFLOW – lhs

"You still make too much tea"

vol 2. — in which your brother's best friend on whom you had a painful one-sided crush returns home in summer break, and it's safe to say something has changed in the way he looked at you. Or Heeseung just needs to distract his mind from the disastrous break up he had before summer break started and finally noticed the overwhelming amount of tea you made for him.

𖧧 ָ࣪ 𖧵ֹֺֽ໋໋݊ brother's best friend, angst, fluff, pining for so long you actually notice a grey hair, one sided crush (?), chaos

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…and he's here again.

You tapped your fingers frantically, creating almost invisible marks on your notebook. I see him more than my brother. You complained. Or maybe not? Because your feet automatically moved and you found yourself slowly tiptoeing out of your room. The living room was dark, only the blue light from the tv screen was reflecting on the walls, and you noticed the shadows dancing.

His shadow particularly.

Look at that perfect nose ugh. You facepalmed mentally at your own inner monologue. You're so gone y/n.

“man stop acting creepy and join us if you want” you jumped realising Niki caught you in act. Mumbling a “whatever…” under your breath you turned back, ready to go inside until heeseung's voice halted your movement. “My throat is so dry…”

A warmth pooled in your stomach, you knew what that meant. It's tea time omg.

You almost tripped but made your way inside the kitchen successfully. It took 17 minutes to prepare the tea, the one heeseung complimented when he tasted first. It was just a simple “wow…that tastes…interestingly good” but to you it was more than enough.

Oops. Talking about more than enough you still couldn't get the proportions right. It's been half and a year since you started making this tea and every time you end up with five cups extra instead of just two. Almost like your feelings for him. It wasn't supposed to be this down bad. You two practically grew up together, so when you realised heeseung ruffling your hair, asking about your friends, or even looking at you made you feel weak in your knees, you were doomed.

Today wasn't any different.

You poured it in the pastel green dinosaur mug which was actually a gift for you from your brother but it didn't matter, everyone knew that was heeseung's mug. You may or may not have disgustingly tried drinking from the cup right after he drank but come on curiosity gave the cat butterflies after all.

“Where's heeseung?”

You asked, noticing his absence. “Gone” Niki groaned “his throat was feeling dry or something…i don't know”

“That's literally a shit excuse to make out with his girlfriend,” Jake huffed. What? What girlfriend? Well, it's not like you weren't ready for this but not like this. Jay, your brother patted the empty space next to him where heeseung was just sitting

“Y/n you wanna joi—”

“You guys are stupid as shit”

And you stomped your way back towards the kitchen.

“What the fuck was that?”

“Shut up Niki she gonna get your ass”

“He's such a pain in ass…could've told he was horny or stuff…who tf makes excuses about dry throat that is so ridiculously stupid…I hope he choke while making out or something…”

Your movements were clumsy as you began to clean up the kitchen. It hurts. Damn.

It's not like this was heeseung's first relationship. He had three more prior to this. And you've met all of them. You held the edge of the sink and sighed. They were genuinely so beautiful. Tall, slim, long hair which reached their waist almost, big eyes, prominent nose and academically good. He had a type, and you were not in there. Your hair was brown, the texture was rough, and since you had problems managing them, you used to chop them right away once they made past your shoulder. You were average, in everything else, studies, looks, extracurricular activity. Good. But not good enough to make Heeseung notice you. And last, the most unfortunate thing was you being Jay's sister and younger than him. Heeseung doesn't date younger girls. He always had women either his age or older than him as girlfriend.

Your head hurts. Wow. Talk about overthinking.

“what are you thinking shortcake”

You stiffened. Done making out with your gorgeous girlfriend? You wanted to scream but god had another tortuous plan as you felt Heeseung's warmth behind you, announcing his sneaky presence.

“You're balding, oh my god stop thinking so hard,” he laughed as he ruffled your hair. The redness crept on your cheeks as you subtly leaned in his touch. Why does he have to see me as a kid…and that stupid nickname…I want to smash his face.

“Are you drinking that?”

Your thoughts were interrupted when he pointed at the medium-sized kettle filled with tea. You nodded your head already embarrassed as heeseung threw his head back while laughing “shortcake there will be 70% tea in your body, why do you always get the measurements wrong”

You cursed yourself. “I am going to throw this awa—”

“No way” he deadpanned. “I see my share in that”

He said with a stupid boyish smile that left you flustered for the nth time.

How come you noticed the overwhelming amount of tea every time and not my feelings heeseung…

Heeseung had always been someone who moved fast, not in the reckless way, but in that quiet, restless sort of way that made people think he had somewhere better to be.

And maybe he did. Maybe he always believed there was something brighter just beyond the next door, just past the next deadline. That there was no shame in wanting more. He was always chasing the spark, the adventure. He liked the taste of testing his limits. So when you heard his decision to pursue Aerospace engineering from SNU you weren't surprised.

There was a little ache in your heart, but his dreams were bigger than your stupid little puppy crush. You sure were frustrated and pulled your hair, maybe wet your pillow case for weeks, realising Heeseung really was going to be skies apart, and there would be no one to notice your wrong measurements.

It's not like he interacted with you everyday but the growing distance was too loud to ignore.

Heeseung did not mean to pull away, but between college applications, late-night study sessions, and emotionally closing off post-breakup with his girlfriend, you start to feel like an afterthought.

“You didn’t even tell me you got accepted.”

Tea sessions were long forgotten as days became busier, with your upcoming finals and little to no interaction with your brother's best friend you felt hopeless.

Heeseung shrugs. “It’s been… hectic.” eyes on his phone.

So was loving you in silence, but I never missed a moment.

You noticed his smile as he typed something, the excitement did not go unnoticed. You always did. That was the smile he had every time he started talking with someone new. And suddenly you felt stupid, insecure, weird. A what the fuck am I doing hormone grew in your stomach.

“Oh okay, best of luck”

Late afternoon, the living room is quiet but heavy with the hum of departure. Suitcases by the door. Jay was outside helping Heeseung’s dad load the car. It's the last ten minutes before he leaves for the airport.

The kettle whistled once before you turned it off.

You moved like muscle memory—two scoops of the blend he liked, water just off the boil, and the pastel green dinosaur mug he once stole from your possessions years ago and never remembered again. The smell of chamomile and cinnamon drifted through the kitchen, familiar and faintly cruel.

You heard the door open but did not look up.

Heeseung stood there, quiet. No teasing, no loud entrance, no "Shortcake." Just the soft creak of sneakers on tile and the weight of your silence.

“You’re not coming to the airport?” he asked.

You poured the tea steadily, not spilling a drop. “you are going to forget me anyway”

He winced, though he tried to hide it. “That’s not true.”

You finally turned to him. Your eyes weren’t angry. Just… tired. Dimmer than he remembered them being when he first noticed how big and round they were.

You held out the mug. “Here.”

He hesitated, like taking it meant accepting something heavier. “You still made it?”

“I always did,” you said, voice low. “Even when you forgot to ask.”He took it from your fingers gently, like the mug might shatter. And suddenly he had the realization, maybe it wasn’t the ceramic he was afraid of breaking.

“I’m sorry,” he said after a pause. “Things got… overwhelming.”

You offered a smile, thin and polite, the kind people wear at train stations, pretending their chests aren’t caving in.

“I get it,” you replied. “You were busy with everything, I am still immature anyway”

“You were never immature,” he said quietly. “Not to me.” You felt heavy. The burning sensation in your eyes grew stronger.

But before you could respond, Jay’s voice called from outside “Heeseung! We gotta go!”

He looked toward the door, then back at you, like maybe time would pause if he stared long enough. It didn’t.

He reached for the handle, then paused.

“I don’t know when I’ll be back”

You nodded. “I figured.”

He took a breath. “But when I think of home…”

He looked down at the mug.

“…this is what I’ll taste.”

You didn’t reply. Couldn’t. The words were caught somewhere between your throat and your heart, tangled in too many summers of watching him leave rooms before you could say the things that mattered.

He stepped outside.

The door clicked shut.

And in the kitchen, with the kettle still warm and your hands now empty, you whispered to the silence

Why didn’t you ever stay long enough to notice I was always waiting?

It had been nearly two years. And between seasons somewhere you grew up without warning.

The small town hadn’t changed. Same cracked sidewalks. Same loud cicadas buzzing through the July air. It just feels less colorful. Of course, what else did you expect after deciding to stay back in your hometown and study business despite your family constantly nagging you to go outside the small town and explore more.

You were scared, more than meeting new people, building a complete different life, isolation, new places, you were scared of your heart betraying your brain. You'd never admit it but the constant thoughts of Heeseung which you of course tried to ignore came back nearly taking your breath and sometimes the scenery of you bumping on him randomly in the streets of Seoul as unrealistic as it sounds scared the shit out of you.

Heeseung did not return home for almost 2 years, and amidst your boring university life, you forced yourself out of your shell. There was no way he was gonna magically appear one day and say he missed you.

Until it happened.

Same porchlight flickering above the front door that had seen him leave far too many times.

But Heeseung? He had changed.

Or maybe, for the first time, he had finally stopped running long enough to notice what had stayed.

Jay met him at the station with a slap on the back and a lazy grin. “Look at you. Seoul made you ugly.”

Heeseung laughed, the sound dry and automatic. His shoulders ached from the weight of the last semester, from the silence he had left behind.

“Man I just want to crash in your place”

There was a growing ache in his heart.

Jay missed him too much to say the regular ‘yuck go to your own house’ he used to during their last year in high school.

Heeseung wanted a break. These past 2 years had been hectic to him. After turning down 2 summer vacations and locking himself up in his dorm he finally felt the strong sense of homesickness. Tensions in his never ending casual relationships, losing himself in the chaos of the big city, he suddenly lost himself.

“You’re always halfway out the door, Heeseung,” Hana said. Her voice trembled with something between frustration and longing. “Every time I try to reach you, you’re already somewhere else in your head, in your books, chasing some spark that’ll fade before you can even name it.”

He didn’t answer right away. He stared at the skyline, blinking slowly. Planes blinked red in the distance, one after another, cutting through the night like thoughts he couldn’t catch. Hana’s voice sharpened. “You can’t keep romanticizing this need to escape. You make people feel like placeholders.”

That one hit. He winced.

“I’m not asking for fireworks,” she said. “Just show up. Just choose someone. Choose me.” He finally turned to look at her.

“I don’t know how to do that,” he said, voice low. “I’ve never known how.”

“But you’ve been with me for months, Heeseung.”

“I was trying to outrun something.”

Her expression faltered. “What?”

He opened his mouth, but it wasn’t her name on his tongue. It was a memory.

A flicker of sunlight in a dusty kitchen. The smell of chamomile and cinnamon. A girl sitting cross-legged on the porch, holding a mug with dinosaurs on it, laughing softly as the wind tangled in her hair.

y/n.

He felt the ache bloom in his chest, sudden and sharp. God, he missed home. Missed the creaking floorboards. Missed the taste of your tea. Missed the way you looked at him, quiet and constant like the town he always left.

“I think I left something behind,” he whispered.

You huffed. Sometimes, you don't get your professors. Nevermind, it's almost all the time. Pages scattered all across your bed, and some fell from your lap as you stood up, back aching from sitting in the same position for hours.

“God my head hurts…i need rest” you mumbled as you stepped out of your room. The house was usually quiet as everyone was out for work except you, who was stuck inside with projects.

You heard the car outside. Jay is back?? It's too early, though.

With your head full of random thoughts, your hands moved as you prepared yourself for the ultimate dose of caffeine.

You opened the cupboard for your mug but couldn't process yourself as your actions paused again. It's an everyday routine. The half finished tea jar and the stupid dinosaur tea cup sits there collecting dust, almost like it's waiting for someone. Oh you are so doomed. You sighed. You've stopped forcing yourself, somewhere in between you realised accepting your feelings were far easier than gnawing them out even though they hurt you.

You'd gladly let your feelings collect dust rather than throw them away.

The door clicked open, and you yelled out of habit “Jay I'm making coffee. You want some?”

Then you paused. There were footsteps. More than one person. Did he bring friends?

You started preparing for one extra cup but couldn't move yourself as you noticed the similar figure leaning on the kitchen door frame.

“Can I have some too shortcake?”

Did the summer heat finally catch up or its really Lee fucking Heeseung in front of you right now.

You opened your mouth to say something but couldn't realize your throat was dry.

He was just in front of you. So close yet so far. His complexion was a bit pale with faint black circles around his eyes but that failed to hide the charming gaze and his as beautiful as ever smile you fell for.

You winced realising your hand accidentally touched the hot mug.

“Careful” his expression faltered as he walked towards you.

What the fuck. He's real. Why is he back oh my god what, I'm going to kiss his stupid ass so bad—

You covered your mouth. Yep. I've completely lost it.

“Oh? You got the measurements right!” He exclaimed as he helped you to pour the coffee. You were still recovering from the shock. “I—yeah it only happened with the tea…”

The silence after that was more confusing than comfortable. Heeseung was finally looking at you for the first time, properly, no phone in sight long enough and an unfamiliar ache bloomed in your heart.

“You came back?”

“I had too”

The reply was short but the amount of butterflies in your stomach weren't.

You nodded “how long are you planning to stay?”

You facepalmed inside. Why am I interrogating him like a stalker oof. But Heeseung gave a short smile “As long as I find the things i came back for” His voice was firm. There was a certainty that he would find it. He had too.

you opened your mouth for response but couldn't realize how close he was standing. Heeseung seemed to understand your uncomfortableness as he stepped back.

No, don't go please. You missed his warmth too much. God you wanted to hug him and cry so bad but his sudden arrival, him looking at you with the same fondness was genuinely confusing.

Heeseung cleared his throat.

“Your hair… it's longer.” You unconsciously touched your hair. Does it look weird?? He's definitely gonna think I did that to impress him…this is so embarrassing oh my god.

“It suits you”

You swore your heart just knocked at your chest walls.

“How’s Seoul?” you asked flatly.

“Loud. Cold. Fast.”

“And your girlfriend?”

Heeseung paused. His throat tightened.

“Ex.”

You turned slowly “oh….jay missed to deliver this tea”

He laughed bitterly.

“She said I was distant. That I only knew how to leave.”

You didn’t answer. Just looked at him, eyes unreadable. Then your eyes traveled back to the coffee mugs, perfectly filled with the same amount of coffee.

The summer moved differently.

Jay was working full-time, leaving early and returning late. The house became a quiet hum of forgotten routines. And suddenly, Heeseung was in every corner again. On the porch at 4 p.m., sipping watered-down iced tea. In the kitchen, commenting on how the rice tasted different when you made it. Hovering.

But it wasn’t like before.

He wasn’t teasing. He wasn’t laughing at your messy hair or calling you Shortcake like it was a punchline.

He listened now. Really listened. And when he asked how your classes were going, he didn’t cut you off midway to scroll through his phone.

Something had changed. And it bothered you so much.

a summer storm had rolled in without warning. Thunder cracked like bones in the sky, loud and vengeful. Rain clattered against the kitchen windows, streaking down in erratic lines, and the trees outside bowed beneath the wind’s howl. The whole house felt suspended in a breath held too long.

Jay had already texted that he was stuck at the office, roads a mess, and wouldn’t be home until the weather cleared.

You moved through the house in silence, barefoot, your steps light as you lit candles one by one along the countertops. Wax pooled slowly. Shadows danced.

The kettle had just started to warm when you heard it, the screen door creaking open, a gust of cold air rushing in with the smell of wet pavement.

Heeseung.

He stood there, dripping wet, shoulders slightly hunched from the rain. He held up his phone as a flashlight, the beam cutting through the dim kitchen.

“You okay?” he asked.

You looked up, startled but not surprised and nodded, hugging your arms over your hoodie.

His lips quivered, but it was soft, tired. “Jay is stuck…I was worried” He stepped in, water puddling beneath his shoes. “Mind if I ?”

You gestured to the stool at the counter.

Both of you sat in flickering silence. The only sound was the storm outside and the low bubbling of water heating up. The candlelight cast soft gold across the angles of your faces, but it couldn’t warm the distance.

“You used to be scared of thunder,” he said after a long moment.

You exhaled a quiet laugh. “You used to hold my hand and tell me the sky was just clearing its throat.”

Heeseung smiled at that. A real one. But his eyes... his eyes looked like they carried too many miles. Too many missed moments.

“I never knew how to stay,” he said, almost to himself.

You looked at him then, fully. Your gaze traveled from the damp fringe clinging to his forehead, to the tired slope of his shoulders. There was a different kind of storm in his eyes. One that didn’t roar, but quietly ached. Something clicked inside you.

“You didn’t have to,” you said, voice barely above a whisper. “I would’ve waited either way.”

About damn time.

He looked at you like you were a map he had ignored for too long. Not out of cruelty, but fear. Like home had always been there, marked in the fine print, but he had been too scared to trace the line.

The kettle hissed behind. But neither of you two moved.

He opened his mouth, lips parting like a question finally formed—

And the lights flickered back on.

Reality returned. The fridge hummed. The room brightened.

And the space between you two grew sharp again.

You stood and turned the stove off, your movements slow, almost careful. Heeseung remained seated, watching you with something fragile flickering across his face.

He didn’t say what he wanted to say.

Not yet.

But the storm wasn’t over. Not really.

It had only moved inside.

Heeseung wasn’t sure when it started.

Maybe it was that winter afternoon three years ago, when he came home after a gruelling basketball match. Everyone else was out, and he had wandered into the kitchen looking for food, expecting the fridge to be empty, only to find a warm bowl of tteokguk waiting for him on the stove. A note stuck to the microwave in the familiar handwriting he always pretended not to recognize.

*"wrong measurement of ingredients led to this, Jay had enough, I know you missed your lunch, eat up-y/n"

That was the first time he stared at his phone with your number glowing on the screen and didn’t call.

He couldn’t.

It didn’t feel fair.

You were Jay’s sister. You were the kid he used to hold upside down by the ankles and tease until you cried. The one who followed him around during middle school summer breaks with her awful glittery notebook and bright, too-loud giggles. The one he protected like a younger sibling.

But somewhere in the last year, that version of you disappeared.

He remembered watching you from the hallway one night when you were tutoring some neighbourhood kid. You had your glasses on, hair in a lazy bun, and was scolding the boy with a mix of fondness and fire. He remembered thinking she’s not a kid anymore.

And he hated it.

He hated that he noticed.

He hated that he cared when you laughed at someone else’s joke. Hated that he remembered your favorite brand of tea. That he checked your posts from an anonymous account.

Heeseung was used to control. In his studies. In his life. In his carefully managed relationships that never quite asked him to stay. But y/n? You weren't manageable. You were messy and warm and stayed in his head long after he left you behind.

That winter, he started pulling away.

Because it was easier to be distant than it was to admit that he no longer saw you as someone he was supposed to protect.

He saw you as someone he was afraid to lose.

And for someone like Heeseung, fear like that was the most dangerous kind.

So he left again. And again. Until he convinced himself it wasn’t real.

Until the summer he came back and realized

You had stopped waiting.

Or maybe that's what he forced himself to think in order to find peace.

And it broke something in him.

It was the kind of quiet, golden afternoon that should’ve been harmless. The rain had dried off. The town breathed a little softer. But the storm in you did not die. What the fuck he meant by that that night? You reached out to him after that, texts, calls, every single attempt was ignored. It was killing you.

Seated on the back porch, knees drawn to your chest, the familiar dinosaur mug tucked between your palms you pondered. The scent of cinnamon drifted up, wrapping around you like a memory you couldn’t let go of.

Your phone buzzed. It was Jay.

“Heeseung’s looking for you. Don’t run.”

what.

You stared at the text for a full minute before locking your phone. You hadn’t seen him since that night the power went out. He disappeared again physically, emotionally, mentally. You should’ve been used to it by now.

You didn't realize you were crying until a drop fell into your tea.

Then the screen door creaked. You stiffened.

He stepped out slowly. “I’m sorry for showing up without warning.”

“Isn’t that what you do best?” you said, not looking at him.

The words stung, but he deserved them.

He eased himself down on the opposite bench. “I just needed to talk.”

“You always need something. Then you disappear.” you finally looked up, and your eyes were red-rimmed, tired, and yet sharp as glass. “So go ahead. Say whatever you need to, and then go chase your spark again.”

He winced. “It’s not like that—”

“Isn’t it?” your voice was brittle. “You leave. You come back. You’re nice. You laugh. You pretend like nothing’s ever different, and the second I start to believe you might actually care—poof. Gone again. You don’t get to do this anymore, Heeseung.” You tried to control yourself but it was too much. Your head hurt so did your heart.

“I know,” he said. “I know I messed up. But I didn’t come here to pretend anymore. I came to be honest. Finally.”

You scoffed. “Honest? About what?”

“You're hurt and I'm the reason” he admitted.

“and why does that even matter?” you cried.

“Because you’re not just anyone!” He stood now, pacing, hands in his hair. “Because you’ve always been more. I just—I couldn’t let myself want you. You’re Jay’s sister. You’re younger. You trusted me. I didn’t want to ruin everything by needing you the way I did.”

Your lips parted. “What are you talking about?”

Heeseung looked at you, chest heaving. “I’ve been in love with you for years. I buried it. I denied it. I covered it up with other people, with school, with cities that weren’t home. But every time I ran, it was your voice in my head. Your tea in my mouth. Your laugh stuck in my chest.”

What the hell. You couldn't tell if it was the overflowing tears or emotions or how frantically stupid you felt right now or the overflowing amount of tea you consumed for years, which made you feel drunk.

Your breath hitched. “You don’t get to say that now.”

“I have to. I can't hold it in anymore. Every time you looked at me and smiled, I wanted to hold you. Every time you poured me a cup of that god-awful tea, I wanted to kiss you. And when I left, it wasn’t because I didn’t feel it. It was because I felt it too much.”

That's it.

You stood up, shaking. “Then why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you say anything before? Do you know what that did to me? Watching you date other people? Hearing you talk to your flings while I sat there with a smile plastered on my face like I wasn’t breaking inside?”

Heeseung looked devastated. “I thought I was protecting you.”

“From what?” you walked towards him, eyebrows twitching and eyes searching for answers.

“From me!” he exploded. “From this mess of a person who didn’t know how to stay, who always chose the chase, who was terrified of something real. I thought you deserved better than that.”

You felt the lump in your throat just tightened.

“I didn’t want better,” you said, voice cracking. “I wanted you. I wanted the boy who ruffled my hair. The boy who laughed at my tea. The boy who looked at me like I wasn’t just Jay’s sister. And then you left. Again and again. You left me in the silence you made.”

Tears streamed down your face now. “You made me believe I was unworthy of being chosen.”

Heeseung closed the distance, stopping just in front of you. “You were never unworthy. I was just too much of a coward to believe I deserved you.”

Your fists clenched at her sides. “So why now? Why this Sunday? Why come back now and tell me all this when I’ve finally stopped waiting for you?”

lies.

“Because I couldn’t bear the thought of you thinking you were forgettable. You’re not. You’re unforgettable in every way. I didn’t come back because I wanted to make amends. I came back because I can’t imagine another version of my life where you’re not in it.”

The silence stretched thin in between.

“I don’t trust you,” you said finally. “I don’t trust that you’ll stay.”

“Then let me earn it,” he whispered. “Let me stay this time. No spark chasing. No excuses.”

You looked at him, eyes heavy with doubt and hope all tangled together.

“Say it again.”

He stepped closer. His hand cupped your cheek.

“I love you,” he breathed. “Not in a fleeting way. Not in a ‘what if’ way. In the ‘I’ll ruin my pride just to be near you’ way.”

You didn’t kiss him.

You just leaned your face into his palm. God how much you missed this warmth.

“I love you too, you idiot,” you said, breaking. “And I always did. It broke me to believe I never mattered to you.”

“I’ll spend every day proving you did.” Heeseung whispered, resting his forehead against yours.

And then you kissed him.

It wasn’t pretty.

It was tear-stained and trembling and furious and raw. His lips moved against yours like an apology he couldn’t put into words. You gripped his shirt like you were trying to hold together all the parts he had broken, and you'd fall into a void if he let go. He kissed you back like he’d been starved of you. Because he had been.

And only after breaking apart you realised how ugly both of you were crying.

“You still taste like cinnamon,” he murmured.

“You still taste like heartbreak.” you hugged him, tears staining his shirt now. He couldn't care less.

He laughed, wet and broken. “Then let me heal it.”

Late evening. The living room in Heeseung's house is dim, lit only by the flicker of a muted TV neither of you are watching. It’s been silent for too long. He’s leaving in the morning. Again. You’re curled into him, head on his chest, his hands around your waist, pretending the ache in your throat is from holding back yawns, not tears. He’s beside you, hands rubbing your back gently, jaw clenched like he’s been holding back everything all night.

Then, suddenly softly, so softly you almost miss it

“Shortcake.”

Your chest tightens.

You blink. Slowly. “Don’t.”

He turns, brows drawn. “Don’t what?”

“Don’t call me that.”

His lips part, stunned. “You used to love it.”

“I did,” you admit. “But I got used to it. Started waiting for it, even. Every time the door opened and you walked in with my brother every damn time I’d wait to hear you say it.”

He says nothing.

You look down at your hands, twisting the hem of your sleeve. “It was the only thing that made me feel like maybe… you saw me. Not just as his sister. As me.”

He breathes in sharply. “I did see you.”

You scoff, bitter. “Then why do you always run the moment it gets quiet enough to hear my heart break?”

He shifts toward you, voice low. “Because I was afraid if I didn’t, I’d do something I’m not supposed to.”

“Like what?”

His lips moves, uncertain, resting just inches from yours. “Like call you Shortcake… and mean it.”

You lift your gaze slowly, meeting his.

A beat.

Then another.

His voice cracks when he whispers, “You’re not a kid anymore. And I’m not pretending I don’t love you.”

The silence breaks loud, deafening.

You swallow hard. “Then don’t call me Shortcake like it’s a joke. Not unless you mean it like a promise.”

His fingers lace through yours.

And this time, when he says it, it’s barely a breath

“Shortcake.”

And it sounded more than anything you wanted to hear.

“By the way don't start measuring your ingredients…I like when it's overflowing” he whispered, closing the distance and you smiled into the kiss. And for the first time you did not regret the overwhelming amount of tea you made for him.

Not anymore.

THE END

©sunishake

[sunishake]

BOYFRIEND ISSUES ; GIRLFRIEND ISSUES ; LOVE LANGUAGE ; KISS YOUR TEARS AWAY ; TAKE MY WHOLE LIFE TOO

OVERFLOW ; FORGET ME NOT ; HE ATE MY HEART ; ENEMY TO LOUVRE ; TRY HARD ; NO WAY BACK NOW feat. JAY ( smau )

IN BETWEEN ; HELIUM ; BLEED ON YOUR GUITAR

STRING THEORY ; MY EX JUST TURNED INTO A LILIPUT !! ; GUY NEXT ROOM ; GIVE THIS LOVER GIRL A CHANCE ( smau )

DA T RE ME NOT ; REMEMBER ME NOT : [ SEQUEL TO 'FORGET ME NOT' ] ; GUY NEXT DOOR ; BAD REPUTATION ; BAD REPUTATION PART 2 ; DOWN YOUR NOSE ; @ BOYFRIEND TESTER ( smau )

THE THREE OF US

CHERRIES AND MISTAKES ; MINIMUM BALANCE REQUIRED ( smau )

THE AGE OF ALMOST

[nish7mura]

Divine temptation • 2

Part one if you haven't read it yet

IN WHICH: Every sin has a price, boundaries that are broken have consequences. Some end, but some bloom and flourish, where morals get blurry.

Content warning and pairing: MDNI. smut, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), older man x younger woman (age not mentioned but implied), manipulation, confrontations, crossing a lot of boundaries

WC: 6k

When you're reading

Taglist; @rikiiduck @lovzy7 @chaellise @almiaaa @passmiiablunt

“Amara please, I don’t really feel comfortable that your dad is paying for my plane tickets to the United States, and he’s paying for the hotel and everything…” You sheepishly scratched your nape 

“Firstly, we have a house there so no need for hotels. Second, it was his idea to make you tag along… He knows you’re gonna be alone during the Holidays.” She said, her voice quieting at the last sentence 

Why would Heeseung want you around? Was it because of what happened last time or was it purely for Amara?

Before you impulsively slept with Heeseung, she and his (ex) wife often took you in. let you stay over at their home. The Lee’s were aware of your personal situation at home. Unstable, abusive, alcoholic father that was never there and a mother that always sticks out to him no matter the things he’s done. Once you’ve moved out you cut them off completely. They didn’t stop you which is why you cut them off in the first place. They never gave a fuck.

And the Lee’s provided refuge and solace amongst those dark times. They fed you and gave you a roof under your head. You had a room there, since back in high school you stayed there for a whole six months when your parents were arrested for running an illegal fighting rink. 

“Come on? It’ll be fun. Vegas is literally called ‘Sin City’ for a reason…” Your best friend pleads

So far after the ‘Incident’ you’ve managed to avoid Mr. Lee but the holidays are around the corner, and since you’re Amara’s best friend it became tradition that you would go over their house, even before you moved out they always invited you over. If you refuse to spend the Holidays with them it’ll look suspicious, there isn’t a valid reason for you to not come. You weren’t spending holidays with anybody, no exams, no work. You were free, and Amara knows. So refusing to come is gonna be suspicious. 

“Fine. But we’ll be out all the time right?” You asked

“Omg are you really coming with dad and I? Omg I love you so much!” She exclaimed happily taking you in for a hug 

You sighed, feeling the heavy guilt rest uneasily on your chest. You feel like such a shitty person. You kept a huge lie from your best friend, and now it’s eating you alive. 

You pack your clothes into two suitcases. Light clothes since Vegas is literally a desert. You brought a bunch of dresses, cocktail, black tie and dinner dresses. You brought high heels that hurt your feet, and tops with low plunging neck lines. 

Your goal wasn’t to seduce Heeseung back into your pants, instead you wanted to put yourself out there, forget about him, forget about what happened. Forget the way he touched you, the way he held you close. You shut your eyes. 

“Snap out of it…” You whispered under your breath 

“Hey you got everything you need?” Amara asks

“Just finished packing actually” You smiled at her 

“Wait. I wanna talk to you, it’s serious..” Amara’s face turned serious 

Oh no… Does she know? How?  Internally you were freaking out, your brain is suddenly panicking 

“Before you talk about paying for the plane fare. It’s fine, I want you to go, and my dad also wants you to go. He hasn’t seen you in a while and he wants to spend time with you too, wants your company. He’s been asking about you, so don’t you worry about anything okay? Being with you over the holidays is enough.” She smiles, taking your hand and wrapping it into hers

Oh god, this is torture, She’s so nice, such a nice caring thoughtful friend. And you? How do you repay that? By fucking her dad. What kind of shitty person does that?

“Thank you, Mara” You smiled, tears pooling on your eyes 

“It’s nothing. Now let’s carry your luggages back to my car…” 

“Yeah. I already shut everything off, gas valves, furniture, windows and my wifi…” You take one last look at your apartment. 

You carried your bag down the stairs, through the hallways down to the parking lot. You carelessly dumped your luggages in her trunk. You and Amara made her way back to her house, which was roughly two hours away. 

After an hour into the drive there Amara started asking you questions. You’re best friends but you’re also adults with their own lives. Sometimes you’re both busy and go on days, sometimes weeks without saying words to each other. Just checking whether the other is still alive. 

“Have you fucked anybody recently?” She asked eyes still on the road

“No, not really…I have been manless for quite awhile now” You tried answering without your voice shaking 

“It’s kinda sad, honestly…” You added, trying to make your answer believable 

“Awwhh. That’s sad. But fear not my best friend! I will set you up with my cousin, maybe if you play your cards right, maybe he’ll sleep with you!” She exclaimed

“Thanks mara, but that’s not appropriate.” 

Sleeping with more of her family members is just the next level of shitty.

“Why? You ‘fraid he’ll be clingy? He won’t. Hyungwon doesn’t do that shit” She encourages, acting as a wing-woman for you and his cousin

“It’s just- I- I’ll cross that bridge when I get there…” You stumbled your words 

“How about you? Slept with anybody?” You glanced at Amara whose eyes still on the road 

“Just once, your usual tinder hook-up” She says 

“Eww you’re still doing those?” You scrunched up in disgust 

“What? I was lonely, okay?” She tried to reason 

“Don’t you have that fuck buddy of yours or whatever? The friends with benefits guy?” You asked

“Uhh he left the country for awhile, business, apparently” She trailed off

It became silent again, just the road keeping you company. You eventually fell asleep, and was woken up by Amara shaking you awake. 

“Hey we’re here..” Keys in hand 

You take your luggages, faced with the once familiar house, full of warmth, laughter, comfort and solace. Now it was tainted with guilt, sadness and shame. All because of a slip up and because you gave in to your temptations. You hesitantly entered the house, looking over your shoulders to see if Heeseung was around somewhere. 

“Hey girls…” Heeeseung suddenly came out of nowhere 

You felt goosebumps over your skin, your back suddenly straightened itself and became stiff. He took a step closer, hugging Amara. She gladly took her dad’s warm embrace, rubbing his back in the process. 

Then he broke away from it, eyes scanning you up and down. Before offering his arms for a hug. You hesitantly stepped closer to him. He took you into his embrace, warm and familiar. You’ve gotten a whiff of his familiar scent, dryer sheets, mint, cedarwood and cigarettes. 

“Long time no see…” He smiles innocently, pulling away from the hug 

“Long time no see, Mr. Lee” You pulled a tight smile 

“Well. I’ll let you girls rest up, we have a red eye flight to catch.” He sighs

He doesn’t speak another word, just disappears into his study. 

Once he’s gone you were suddenly aware that your back was sweating, your heart beating against your ears and your stomach tied into knots. Amara drags you off to her room. You throw yourself into her bed, dragging a puff of smoke to calm your nerves. 

“So our flight is at 2 am. So sleep…” Amara trails off

She joins you on the bed, it sinks as she puts her weight into it more. Your mind was going three hundred miles per hour, thinking all the ways this could end badly.  

The worst case scenario, Amara catching you with him. Not you sleeping with him again 

Gosh why were you thinking like this?

You let Amara talk your ear off, eventually falling back asleep. She wakes you up again at  eleven o’clock 

“Wake up, dad already took your luggage from my car and transferred it to the van.” She says, already combing through her black hair 

“Of course. Are you gonna use the bathroom?” You asked 

“All yours.” She offered 

You go to the bathroom, locking it behind you. For a while you stare at your reflection, the guilt comes reeling back again. You wash your face with Amara’s cleanser. After that you cry silently in the bath tub while you take a skin burning bath. You cried and curled into a ball, hugging yourself under the boiling hot water. You try to keep it together, putting a smile for Amara. You change into your previous clothes before going back into the room. Amara was already sitting on her bed, scrolling on her phone. The room was cold, it made your skin pucker. 

“Okay we still have fifteen minutes left but dad’s probably downstairs waiting for us already…” She say, grabbing her duffle bag 

You don’t mutter a word but do the same. The both of you head down. Heeseung was already there. With a glass of whiskey in his hand while he worked on his laptop. 

“You guys went down early, we still have fifteen minutes to spare.” He says, closing his laptop up 

Amara sits beside him, while you keep your distance, sitting on a chair away from them. The three of you idle around for a few more minutes before Heeseung’s driver called you over to make your way to the airport. All of you got into the van, you sat beside Amara van’s front row while Heeseung sat on the row behind you. 

During the drive to the airport you felt uneasy, you felt Heeseung’s gaze on the back of your nape the whole time. You were dropped off at the airport, going through TSA swiftly with time to spare before the red eye flight. You sat in the cold, stiff benches that felt like punishment while waiting for boarding announcements 

“Tired?” His figure sits beside you 

“Yes. It’s been a long day” You replied

“You’ll rest up on the plane. Here’s your ticket, you dropped it earlier.” He smiles 

“Thanks Mr. Lee”

“I told you, don’t be modest, call me Heeseung..” He says, looking deeply into your eyes 

You shut your eyes, vivid memories of that day. 

“T-thank you, Heeseung. And uhm thank you for paying for my flight” 

“Don’t mention it” He places a hand on your shoulder 

Your body goes stiff again. 

‘Direct flight from Seoul to Las Vegas, Nevada is now boarding, please go to gate 7’ The announcement blared from its shitty speakers 

The three of you made your way to boarding, it went swift as expected. You were one of the first people that boarded the plane because you were situated in first class. You were sitting beside a stranger while Amara and Heeseung sat together. 

You didn’t talk to anyone during take-off, just focusing on the music as you were nervous about take-off, watching too many Final destination movies. 

After two hours you were woken up by the sounds of the Flight attendants serving food to the other passengers. You stirred up, sitting on your seat. You ate and went back to sleep. 

After a few hours you awoke again, groggily walking to the bathroom, you grabbed the door knob but someone was occupying it. After a few minutes the door opened, revealing heeseung, with tousled hair and a more comfortable attire. A black shirt and grey sweatpants. 

“Hi” you suddenly said 

He suddenly drags you to the airplane’s small lavatory, the space limited, and your face just inches off from one another. 

“Can we talk?” He asked 

“Look. There’s nothing to talk about. It was a one time thing, Heeseung. I can’t keep doing that to her…”

“So I’m Heeseung now? When we’re in front of her. I’m just ‘Mr. Lee’ but now that we’re alone I’m back to Heeseung?” He scoffs

“What could you possibly want from me?” You hissed 

He doesn’t say a word but his eyes wander down, smirking as his eyes look at you and up down. 

“You” He replied huskily 

“N-no!” You tried to protest 

“No?” He mocks your protest 

Gosh you wanted to. And you hated that you wanted it, him, so bad. 

“I want you to hear it from your mouth. That you don’t want me and to stop sneaking around. Tell me, I’ll stop bothering you. And she doesn’t even have to know that this ever happened between us” He said

“What cat got your tongue?” He taunts 

“I know that you want this, I know deep inside you want me the same way I want you. If you ever thought this was wrong and immoral you would’ve never let me do the things I did to you. 

Don’t act so innocently, don’t act high and mighty like you have morals. You don’t. The way you screamed that day, the way you begged for more, the way you obeyed like the good girl you are, and the way you screamed for my cock tells me that you also want this. But that little conscience you say you have keeps you from doing the things you truly desire. 

The heart wants what it wants. Give into your desires…” He whispered into your ears

You glance over to his lips, and you, stupidly, lean closer, smashing your lips into his, a groan escapes his lips, his hands strays off to the waistband of your pants. You didn’t try to stop him, just deepening the kiss. Before Heeseung could pull down your pants the door suddenly rattled loudly, the person on the other side kept on shaking it, like they were having an emergency, it rattled the tiny lavatory the both of you were in. 

You pray to every deity, to every god that might be listening. Hoping, pleading and praying that it won’t be Amara on the other side of the door. 

You pull away from the kiss, removing Heeseung’s straying hand away from your pants. Your breath shook and your hands trembled, as they hovered on the doorknob before you opened it.  

An old man, probably in his early sixties was on the other side of the door. He shot you and Heeseung a judging look. But you couldn’t care any less, you were just relieved it wasn’t Amara. You breathed a sigh of relief that it wasn’t her. From the nerve racking moment you just had it didn’t bother you that you were just caught about to go down on Heeseung on an airplane’s lavatory. 

You hastily pushed the old man away, running back into your chair to get settled. The moment you sat back down that awful feeling came back, that feeling that your stomach dropped to your feet, you felt it back when Amara called just about when you were laying in her father’s bed. Your heartbeat took more than twenty minutes to settle. And for the rest of the flight you couldn’t sleep, not even a wink. In the end you asked for three tiny bottles of complimentary alcohol from the flight attendants to settle your nerves. 

Right after the flight landed you tried your best to avoid Heeseung, avoid being close to him, or be alone with him. ‘Cause time and time again proves you can’ t be left alone with him even just for a second without you jumping his bones.

The three of you landed safely at the Harry Reid International Airport in Las Vegas, Nevada. 

Heeseung was great at pretending nothing happened. The way he smiled so casually at Amara and the way he helped you with luggages, and the way he taunted you right in front of his daughter’s eyes. His hand lingered a second too long, the way he scans your whole body, the way he looks at you up and down. It was too much for you, it was nerve wracking

You and Amara were in a separate taxi while Heeseung was in a cab behind you. The both of you are on the way to their house. 

“What’s up with you? You’ve been acting weird since last night.” Amara asks

“It’s nothing… I have this stupid dilemma. “ You sighed 

“What is it? You know you can talk to me about everything right?” She drapes a hand on your forearms, rubbing it gently. 

Maybe not everything. 

“Yeah. I’m good, sorry for bringing the mood down” You sighed ready to put the lavatory incident behind you 

“It’s fine, all good…”

“Thanks ‘Mara” You force a small smile 

You arrive at the house not long after. This house was much more different than the house back in Seoul. The house here was white and tan. It was three stories high, the house was your usual Hollywood movie house you see in films. They had a long driveway that took three minutes to drive. And there was a koi pond in the front of the house. 

“You have a nice house..” You looked over to Amara 

“Thanks. My grandfather gave this to my dad before he passed” She said

You saw Heeseung’s car pull over behind not after. He still had that smug smile, and you wanted to wipe it off his face so bad. 

You went inside the house where you were met with Amara’s relatives. It was somehow overwhelming yet heartwarming to see how warm they welcomed you. Their family members let you rest for a while since you came straight from the airport. 

After you had a good rest you joined Amara’s family in the living room as they prepared for the christmas eve dinner. They were chattering within one another. The room was chaotic, full of relatives running around, cooking, while the kids played all over the house. 

This was a new scene to you and you didn’t know how to feel. The relatives shooed you away from the kitchen, refusing any help from you and Amara. 

She drags you away to the rooftop where her relatives around your age gather and drink. She introduces you to her cousins

“Hey guys, I want you to meet my best friend.” she smiled, already grabbing a beer from the cooler 

You didn’t know where to sit, some just stared at you, some greeted you and offered their hands. Amara nudges you to an empty chair beside a guy, around your age. Raven dark hair, doe eyes, high nose bridge, wearing a sleeveless tank top, with his biceps exposed.

“That’s Hyungwon..” Amara’s voice laced with mischief  

She nudges you to sit beside him. And you do. 

“So what do you study for Uni?” You asked Hyungwon 

“I study Business at an Ivy a few hours away from here.” He says clearly uninterested 

“You?” 

“Oh I Amara and I have the same major. And we study at the same University.” You say 

“That’s cool…” He awkwardly trails off 

‘So awkward’ You thought, biting your lips 

You and Hyungwon talk back and forth, exchanging socials. And you find that you share a lot of things in common. 

It started off awkward until it wasn’t. You talked about a lot of things, hobbies, past times and interests. You’ve gotten somehow acquainted. 

After an hour or so, you’re called back to the Mansion’s dining room with Hyungwon. You came down from down from the rooftop, he followed behind you, hands over your shoulder. You didn’t particularly mind, it was just an arm, it meant nothing. 

You didn’t notice Heeseung’s eyes, the way they could almost kill, the way his eyes were filled with rage, jealousy and possession. 

Once you were at the table, you just realized the number of their relatives and how overwhelming it was to be around that many people and that much chatter. You sat between Hyungwon and Amara at the table. 

After polite talk here and there the adult started talking, straying off into the discussion of careers and majors 

“It’s just in my opinion an education in English is bullshit, pardon my language, like no offense” Hyungwon turns to you 

“N-none taken” Your eyes glued to your plate 

You just sat there dumbfounded, wondering what kind of messy circus you walked into. 

Then suddenly Heeseung shots Hyungwon a snide comment that came out of nowhere. 

“Well at least she and my daughter have a real education, can’t say the same things for you. Both she and Mara work hard for their grades.”

Everybody at the table went silent, every body’s eyes filled with horror as light slowly escaped their eyes. 

“Excuse me.” You got up from your chair 

Hyungwon suddenly looks at you as you stand up from your chair. He grabs your arm but you shake it off 

“Let me go” 

You immediately walk outside, walking into the vast backyard of Heeseung’s family. You hid behind the family's patio. You sit, tears already threatening to fall, the screen door opens and closes but you keep your head down. 

“I’m sorry about my family” A familiar voice speaks out 

“Look, it’s fine, I’m fine.” You sniffle out 

“You’re obviously not. But i am truly sorry, you don’t deserve to be treated like that” Heeseung took your hand, wrapping it around his 

“Thank you.” You tug a small smile, you rub your thumbs around his hands

For a while everything around you was gone, it was just you and him. His hands don’t let yours go, you feel how tender touched you, how gentle he is with you. You feel the slight callouses in his fingers, the same ones that made you feel like a princess, the same hands that made you feel like you were the only girl in the world, and that you were special. He leans in, He lifts his other hand, cupping your face the tears falling down on your face. Before you could continue further you hear someone opening the door. The both of you pull away from each other 

“I’m so sorry about my family! I don’t know what’s gotten into them” Amara cries out, pulling a chair to sit beside you. 

She doesn’t notice the obvious tension going between you and Heeseung. She just wanted to comfort you. 

“I’m fine amara! Don’t worry about it. You can go back there.” You assure her 

“I’ll leave the two of you to talk.” She smiles before going back inside 

She doesn’t suspect a thing just yet, so she goes back inside and closes the door behind her

“Look. We can’t keep doing this. It’s wrong, it’s not fair to her” You say, running your hands through your hair 

“Yet you can’t stay away from me, you keep on getting tempted.” He looks at you 

“I know. But we can’t heeseung. It’s so wrong” 

“We can, they don’t need to know about us” He held your hands again, this time it was tighter, like he doesn’t want to let go because he’s afraid to lose you 

“What if we get caught? What will happen to us? To my relationship with Amara.” You whisper yell to Heeseung 

Suddenly the both of you hear the door opening and close, you act quick and pull away from each other, wiping off the tears that flowed on your face. 4

“Hey you guys okay?” she asked, sitting a chair beside yours 

“I’m fine…” You sighed 

“I’m truly sorry about them. If you want I won’t go out with them tonight” She offers

Heeseung just watched the both of them, listening in on your conversations. 

“It’s fine Amara, they’re your cousins. I think Hyungwon meant well, he just worded it poorly” You tried to convince her 

“Are you sure? I can ditch them, we can watch a movie, be elbow deep in ice cream. To cheer you up, you know?” She says 

“I’m fine amara. I’m seriously fine” You tried to convenience her 

“Are you sure? We’re about to go in twenty minutes or so. Are you really, really sure?” She asks 

“Come on ‘Mara she says she’s fine, let her go” Heeseung chuckles

“He’s right, you should go and have fun with your cousins. We can celebrate tomorrow” You smiled 

“Fine. Bye. I’ll see you tomorrow” She stands up, smiling ear to ear 

She goes to the door, she spares one look at the both of you before disappearing back into the house. 

You and Heeseung just share a look. 

“I’m going to my room, good night Heeseung” You bid him goodbye 

“Good night.” He says 

You don’t look behind, just making your way into the room. You locked yourself inside, crying silently into the pillow. You rethink everything, every decision you’ve ever made. Were you a failure? Were you a shitty person? A shitty friend that makes bad decisions and poisons everything she touches? You cry yourself to sleep. But you stir awake in your bed, you wake up still in your previous clothes, pillows stained, eyes swollen and eyes puffy. You open your luggage and change into silk pajamas, the comfortable ones that can rock you back to sleep. 

You go into Amara’s room, knocking before opening it, but she is nowhere to be found. She’s probably still out. You go into the kitchen. It was dark, silent. The kind of peaceful the night offers that no time of day can replicate. You lean back into the kitchen island with a glass of water, staring into the abyss. Thinking of anything and everything. 

Another figure goes inside the kitchen. It was Heeseung, shirtless, messy hair and with a phone in his hand. 

“Oh hi…” 

“D’you sleep well?” He asks 

“For a bit, yeah…” You trailed off

This scene was giving you flashbacks, that day you gave in, the day you crossed a line you thought you’d never cross. 

“I’m gonna go, good night.” 

“Wait. I have eye cream for you in my room. To reduce puffiness. If you want…” He offers

You don’t think, you nodded. You follow him back into the room, silently following him. He opens his door, your eyes stray over to his room. It was huge, dark and elegant. He walks over to his night stand, pulling on it. He took it and gave it to you. His hands lingered a second too long, his warm fingers touched yours. 

Suddenly all your common sense and logic were out the window, like you suddenly went dumb. You drape your arms over him, then you lean over, kissing him hungrily. You’ve been denying yourself feeling anything, your attraction for him, how you yearn for him, and the way your heart burns for him. You’ve been suppressing it because you knew it was wrong, that it wasn’t right and that it wasn’t fair to Amara but your attraction to him was stronger than your will power. 

You just just can’t help yourselves. 

You pull back from the kiss, shock and wilderment but Heeseung pulls you back to him. You tangle your hands into his hair, you cupped his face. He pushes the door back behind you and he swiftly closes the door. He breaks away from the kiss, he roughly pushes you into the bed. Then he crawls on top of you, kissing your thighs, you feel a smile between his kisses. He places a hand on the band of your pajamas. But before that he looks over you, like he’s asking for permission. You nod, granting it to him. He throws your leg into his shoulders. He takes off your underwear and throws them into his floor. 

“Fuck baby you’re already so wet..” He smirks 

“Just fuck me already.” You demanded 

“You’re feisty today, where was this when Hyungwon was insulting you and you just took it?”

“I didn’t wanna cause more trouble with your family Heeseung…” 

He plunges a tongue into you and you let out a loud moan. He quickly puts his hand over your mouth before continuing 

“Are you trying to get caught? Do you want them to know how good I make you feel?” 

“No, I don’t want them to hear…” You moan out 

“Fuck you taste so good baby” He praises 

“And you feel so good…” 

You grab onto his hair. His hands gripped your thighs tighter, to the point it left marks. His tongue continued to work in a circular motion, it made your stomach tie into knots. His tongue licked deep enough, he teases you as he swirls around your clit. Your fingers tangle into his hair, gripping them harder than before. 

“Fuck you’re so good. I’m so close” 

“I didn’t tell you that you can” He scoffs. 

The obscene slurping sound was still a loud echo in the room. To you it was a reminder that haunted you of what you were doing. You didn’t feel guilty right now, you feel euphoric, loved, treasured. 

The regret and the shame always comes later. 

He pulls back 

“Make me cum Heeseung, please, I beg you” 

“Say it. Louder.” 

“Say it. Out loud.”

“Please? Heeseung can I cum?” You asked, biting a moan in 

“Since you’re not being a bad girl, yes, you can” 

He dove right back in, a wave of pleasure floods over you, the blinding pleasures takes over you. Your thighs close, as your orgasm flows, you brokenly moan out his name. 

After that he still wasn’t done with you. He topples on top of you, he leans in for a kiss as you taste yourself. 

Now that you weren’t drowning in your own pleasure you feel how hard he was, how heavy it was. It pressed against your sore pussy. 

“Now that I made you feel good it is my turn to feel good inside of you?” He asks

You nod 

And he easily takes off his pants, discarding them on the floor with your underwear. He kisses you again, peppering them into your face and neck. He takes off the rest of your clothes throwing them away. The moment he takes off his pants his dick springs back into his belly button. The reddish flesh emits pre-cum. 

He doesn’t hesitate and goes in. You hold onto him, scratching his back as he buries deep into you. His pace was gentle as first, merciful as if he’s making you adjust 

“Just keep this pace please?” 

“I didn’t say I was gonna be gentle…” 

His thick cock invades your slick, wet and tight folds. He enters slowly, and gently. His cock dragged in and out of you as he groaned into your neck. You were taking his big cock so well, you felt so good, so tight around him. Like you were made to be fucked by him. Your body adjusted around him. You could feel yourself being stretched by his cock. 

“Fuck you feel so good…” He growls 

“Are you close?” He questioned

You nod no, because you weren’t but you could feel that you were about to. He takes this as a challenge. To make you cum.  

“W-why are you going fast?” You whined 

“I thought you said you weren't close. I’m trying to change that.” 

He grabbed your waist, fastening the pace, thrusting deeply and harder, more relentless. His cock went inside deeper. He stretched you even more, you cling onto him harder. 

“Fuck you clench me so good baby girl…” He moans 

“Cum for me?” He wiggles his eyebrows 

“For me while I'm in you, so I can see how good I make you feel.” 

And you did, you let go of it, the pleasure building inside of you. The tied knots inside you slowly came undone, and you did too. You became as dumb moaning mess inside of him. You moan between gasps. 

“Fuck me, you looks so good…” He breathes out “Feels good too.” 

Not long after you came he followed you, you could feel the hot liquid flowing inside of you. You tighten around him again. You hugged his cock again while he released inside you. 

“Fuck you’re so good…” He whispers into your ear

He collapses beside you. 

Not long after he carries you into his bathroom, he places you onto the bath tub as he takes care of you, washing you gently. After that he changes you into his clothes as he places you back onto the now clean bed. You glance over the clock and see how late it was. 

“She might be home any minute…” You say in panic. 

You sit up from the bed already picking up your clothes discarded in the heat of the moment. You quietly walk back into your room. Then a voice calls out. She was on the middle of the staircase, nearing the very top of it. 

“What are you doing?” She asks

You froze. 

“What are we doing coming from my dad’s room?” Her voice spoke out, louder 

“Nothing. We were doing nothing.” You finally face her, tears flowing into your face 

Heeseung heard the commotion and went outside 

“Dad?” She exasperatedly said 

“What were you two doing?” She cried 

Your mouth hung open. For while nothing came out, like you were stripped of your voice 

You finally had the courage to speak, gathering everything you have to speak

“Amara please.” 

She only looked at you. 

It wasn’t angry. Not yet. 

Just confused, maybe disappointed. 

And somehow that even hurt more 

“What were you doing with my dad?” Her tears flowed as she ran her hands through her hair

“I can explain Amara please.” 

“THEN EXPLAIN” She shouts 

You swallowed, looking for the right words and thinking of the right way to approach this. 

There wasn’t 

“Amara please let her” 

“Don’t even right now dad…” Amara interrupts, holding up a hand 

“You. Explain.” She pointed a finger at you 

She climbed the last few steps remaining, holding onto the railing for support. 

“Look at me when I'm talking to you!” She shouted again 

You flinched. That’s when you realized how big this became, she never raised her voice at you. 

You force your eyes to meet hers. 

“Explain.” Amara says 

She just stood between you and Heeseung, waiting for the truth and the explanation. 

Everything is falling down on you. The way she was a great friend and you were shitty. The way she was so happy that you agreed to come over for the holiday, now it was filled with tears and pain. 

And it’s because of you. 

“I…” You were a loss for words

“How long?” She asks looking at Heeseung then you

“How long has this been happening?”  

The room fell silent, too silent 

You looked down in shame 

“Once. At thanks giving” Heeseung answers for you 

“Oh my God” She covered her mouth, holding the railing tighter with the other 

“I trusted you…” 

“I know, I’m sorry…” 

“This, whatever you’re doing, it’s not right. You don’t get to stand there and tell me ‘sorry this’ or ‘sorry that’ you deserve to live with this.” She pointed again at the both of you and Heeseung 

“Oh my God… I trusted you, I took you in when you needed me most. I literally had to fucking beg you to spend the Holidays with me” 

You wiped off the tears flooding your face

“And the entire time you were— Oh God” She couldn’t finish between her cries 

“You need to get out of here…” She demands 

“Amara. Please.” Heeseung pleads 

“NO! It’s either me or her Dad. Choose” 

Heeseung looked at you with sorry eyes. 

You already knew his answer, who he chose. 

You packed your stuff as Amara watched behind you, like she was guarding you. She didn’t mutter a single word. She follows you behind as you drag your luggages down the stairs. She doesn’t speak, just looking at you until you are at the gate, feet already outside. You take one last glance at Heeseung and the house before looking back at Amara.

“I trusted you, with all of my being, I trusted you because you were family. I trusted you. I gave you everything. My home, my family, and my father. I never thought you’d be greedy enough to take all three. You were my best friend, that's why I trusted you. Now you’re nobody. Just some heartless and selfish bitch that fucked my dad.” 

Tears were flowing non stop. The regret came like a tsunami, a strong wave that was hard to tame. 

“I hope you’re happy. I do, just be happy somewhere far, far away from me and my dad.” 

She shuts the gate in your face, leaving you in the dark and the silence 

[savsavaanah]

𝐸𝑁𝐻𝑌𝑃𝐸𝑁 𝑅𝐸𝐶𝑆 ⋆.˚ nsfw mostly ~

all credits to these beautiful writers, can you tell i love @dollhoonki ?

I. OT7-OT6 / POLY

╰┈➤ SEX ON THE LINE @cicadarequiem smut, gangbang when you’re scouted to work for hotline 1OO9–a sex phone line—you don’t have much of a choice, rent is due and you’re jobless. But without any background or skills, you’re slowly loosing control. Surely your nice colleagues can teach you their ways, right?

╰┈➤ CHERUB ROCK @dollhoonki heejake guys come and go, but heeseung's always been the centre of your universe. with his aloof, brooding air, you stop at nothing to make him yours - unknowingly jeopardising the one thing you always had.

╰┈➤ ONLY EVER YOU @loljaeyunz jakehoon You're mad at your boyfriends over something dumb, and they make it their mission to make you forget why you were even mad.

╰┈➤ DOUBLE TROUBLE @honeymoonave777 heejake the sweetest fruits are always forbidden, and in this case, it's your two new stepbrothers WARNING: stepcest!

╰┈➤ OUR HARDWORKING GIRL @cicadarequiem heeki Heeseung and Riki are the campus’ most talked about professors. but little does everyone know, you’re the one they bring home after classes. or even in between classes…

╰┈➤ SUNSUN X READER @yunstruck

╰┈➤ SHARED SECRET @hoonkitti Jake jay hoon best friends who share everything… including their side chick.

II. JAKE

╰┈➤ WHAT IS IT LIKE TO BE LIKED? @dollhoonki a trip to the mountains with your boyfriend entails a lot more than bargained for as a pit-stop for petrol chances you upon a fortune reader. a lady who reads you tales of great prosperity and a satifying weekend ahead.

╰┈➤ THOSE EYES @webiicam jake had a tough day at work — everyone has their ways of winding down, but jake’s preferred way of relaxing is… interesting.

╰┈➤ RUIN WHAT? @heekiglitterz after crossing the line with your best friend, you finally reunite for a simple date to clarify things only for him to completely snap the second you're alone. (2parts)

╰┈➤ BROTHERS BEST FRIEND JAKE HEADCANONS @bambi-hee

╰┈➤ I WANNA SHOW YOU OFF @soltyshshs on this dark hotel balcony, jake is showing off exactly where you belong..

╰┈➤ CLOSER TO YOU @cutehoons02 spiderman jake! Jake Sim isn't just the sexy next-door neighbor, the captain of the varsity soccer team, and the older brother of your best friend. He’s also the guy who broke your heart at fifteen… and has enjoyed teasing you whenever he can ever since. Too bad that now you live in the same building, you attend the same course, you share the same project at the university and that every cheeky joke, every golden look to hold back every damn random touch makes your knees tremble.

╰┈➤ LOVE INTERRUPTED @nisc0 After a car accident that costed you 3 years worth of memory, you find yourself trying to start a new beginning in a new city with "new" people. Only God knows why would the universe make you cross paths with the cute guy nextdoor.

III. JUNGWON

╰┈➤ NERD WON HEADCANONS @heebunnii

╰┈➤ BIG GIRLS DO CRY @nisc0 a simple joke can trigger Jungwon, resulting in you being bent over the kitchen counter, crying of pleasure, while his cock is deeply stirring inside you, maybe too deep.

╰┈➤ TIL U LOVE ME @beevitae forced into an arranged marriage, you thought your soon to be husband was sharing the same sentiment. little did you know, he has waited for the moment when he gets to take you.

╰┈➤ LESSONS IN ANATOMY @heetaki with your grade on the line, you swallow your pride and ask Jungwon, the one man you can’t stand, for help. but his teaching methods seem to be a bit…unethical.

IV. HEESEUNG - EVAN

╰┈➤ RECONVENE @heesroses twelve hours of wanting you but not being able to have you leaves heeseung with no choice but to fuck you in a restaurant bathroom while the enhypen members can hear everything.

╰┈➤ BOYFRIEND HEE HEADCANONS @liliwolfstar

╰┈➤ WON THE BET, LOST THE LOVE @hotlibido The basketball team follows a tradition of assigning challenges for fun and Heeseung gets a bet to make you fall head over heels in love with him and take your virginity and he succeeds in it. He thought it'd be easy, you'd date him, cry, and break up once the secret comes out, maybe even give him a slap or two.. but what he doesn't know is humans tend to only realise someone's worth when they're gone.

╰┈➤ BREAKING NEWS @vanishdesires spiderman hee The clumsy Spider-Man and a stubborn journalist navigate the woes of a blooming relationship amidst crime investigations.

V. NI-KI

╰┈➤ ABNORMAL @wonsade spiderman ki all of humanity was supposed to forget who nishimura riki was, yet you somehow came out unaffected. too bad you weren't human, he really should've worded that spell better, because you remembered everything.

╰┈➤ KISS A KITTY @matzism in which your boyfriend can’t get enough of what’s between your legs.

╰┈➤ NSFW ALPHABET @seungsoftly

╰┈➤ CARDIO @kikidoul After months of denying him, you ended up going to the gym with your boyfriend: Nishimura Riki, to work out together. Turns out he has a different kind of workout in mind.

╰┈➤ OPEN WIDE @kikidoul After actively dodging years of avoiding going to the dentist, you were dragged to an appointment by your mother, only to be treated by a handsome and attractive Dr. Nishimura Riki. Falling for him was bad enough, but discovering the man wearing a wedding ring was even worse. But hey, what people doesn't know won't hurt them, right?

VI. SUNGHOON

╰┈➤ TO HAVE AND TO HOLD @drkbl00d how you spend the months leading up to your wedding with your soon to be husband.

╰┈➤ UNDER PRESSURE @kissued your (seemingly) vanilla boyfriend discovers ropes after your accidental retweet

VII. SUNOO

╰┈➤SWITCH @kitysugar. in which people, unnecessarily so, enjoy creating false narratives about your relationship, always playing it out to be one of innocence and softness, but kim sunoo is exactly the opposite

╰┈➤ SWEETER THAN REVENGE @hoonstrology the plan: get back at your scum-of-the-earth cheating ex-boyfriend.⠀ the solution: get sunoo to help you make a steaming hot instagram story so your ex realizes what he lost.⠀ the goal was so simple — so how the hell did you end up fucking your best friend instead? 10/10 dom sunoo UGH

╰┈➤ TOUCH @jongst4r your bf doesn’t like physical touch, right?

VIII. JAY

╰┈➤ DUMB N BEAUTIFUL @matzism your boyfriend adores how smart you are, always buried in your studies—he loves it so much he can’t get the thought of fucking you dumb out of his mind

╰┈➤ LOST AND FOUND @dollhoonki some things are harder to hide under one roof. after moving in with your long-time boyfriend, everything seems to be on the come up...except for the fact that you can't find one box, a box full of the toys specifically meant for jay not to find.

╰┈➤ BARK LIKE YOU WANT IT @sa1co Jay doesn't bother with the usual sugar daddy theatrics you're used to. You both know what you signed up for.

╰┈➤ SUGARCOATED @ikeuzito you're moving into your college apartment when a handsome guy helps you with your heavy boxes on the stairs. He turns out to be Jay, your older neighbor — a lawyer who quickly becomes part of your new life. He listens to you ramble for hours but never offers much about himself, and you tell yourself it's fine, that everyone has boundaries. Being with him feels too right to question, so you let yourself fall anyway, completely lost in him and blind to what's right in front of you until it's too late.

[lolliloopsy]

LEE HEESEUNG [EVAN] 에반

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[fleuryuns]

presenting a fic by @FLEURYUNS

um... who is this?

IN WHICH after being dared to prank call one of the hottest sophomores on campus pretending to be a woman he met at a party, you're unexpectedly roped into the life of lee heeseung as you're forced to keep up the role.

PAIRING     ⟡     player!heeseung x fem!reader

UNIVERSE     ⨯     college/uni au

WARNINGS     ⟡     fake dating au, but was it ever really fake?, prank calls, hot boy!heeseung except he’s actually a loser, one (1) suggestive scene, cursing, smidge of angst, jay’s highkey an asshole, depictions of smoking, depictions of drinking and doing drugs

WORD COUNT     ⨯     16.7k

AUTHOR'S NOTE     . . .     inspired by the one and only, francesca stugot

Contrary to popular belief, Truth or Dare doesn't stop being fun after middle school. If anything, with higher stakes and getting rid of the PG-13 limitations, the game only becomes more intense as you get older.

Or so that was how you explained it to your friends in hopes to convince them to play a few rounds instead of studying for your midterms. But hey, it worked.

You laugh and clap your hands as you watch Yunjin complete her dare. She's surprisingly good at juggling, if you ignore the two failed attempts splattered on the floor. Why did Ryujin have to suggest using eggs of all things is beyond you.

"Okay, okay!" Yunjin catches the last few eggs. "I'm done, my hands are covered in yolk. Ew!"

The other girls echo her cries as she runs off to the bathroom to clean it off.

"It's Y/N's turn!" Ryujin calls out. You playfully glare at her from your side, pretending as if you haven't been impatiently waiting for your turn since the last round.

You hear Yunjin agree from afar. She asks you the impending question: "Truth or Dare?"

"Dare."

"Ooh, I've got a good one~" Her sing-songy tone is never a good sign, but you're too giddy to care, even with the girls ooh-ing and ahh-ing at their own recognition of it.

When she finally comes back, her hands free from eggshells and yolk, all eyes are on her. She looks from side to side for dramatic effect. Yunjin leans in. So does everyone else. She opens her mouth as if she'll start to speak, but nothing comes out before she closes it again with a teasing smile. Everyone groans.

"Out with it!" You say, throwing your arms up for emphasis.

She laughs. "I dare you to prank call Lee Heeseung acting as if you're some girl he met at the party last Friday."

Your face drops.

The girls cheer.

"Oh my god!" You hear Yizhuo yell. "You're a genius!"

"I didn't even go, though," you protest.

Yunjin shrugs. "Makes it even better." Just as you're about to rebut, she raises a finger and interrupts. "Ah! And don't say you don't have his number 'cause I know you used to send him the notes when he missed class last semester." She holds up your phone tauntingly, and you can't help but wonder when she took it away from the speaker, where it was paired to your playlist.

Curse her and her impeccable memory.

"Urgh, fine!" You give in, extending your hand for your phone.

As you type away your passcode and scroll to find the phone app, you reluctantly punch in his name (simply saved as "Lee Heeseung (SNU)" — nothing crazy!) The girls giggle to themselves about the heartthrob since high school.

Everyone and their mother knows about Heeseung. Almost everyone and their mother has been with Heeseung. Yourself excluded, obviously. And, unfortunately for them, excluding most of the girls here, too.

Yizhuo had the grace to spend a night with him and “came back a woman”. (Her words.)

Now, she's scooting closer to you, leaning her ear near the phone you're bringing to your ear.

It rings. Ring!

Once. Ring!

Twice.

"What if he doesn't—"

"Hello," a groggy tone questions from the other side of the line.

The girls all fail to cover their squeals.

Heeseung makes a confused noise. "Um... Who is this?"

"Uh...." Your eyes widen. You didn't really think this far ahead, hoping deep down that he wouldn't pick up at all. Eyeing Yunjin, screaming "Help Me!" with your expression. "This is... Hana..."

"Hana?"

"Kang. Kang Hana," you clarified. "We met at the, uh, party last Friday. At Jay's."

There's a moment of silence through the phone. Then some shuffling noises from his side. You sit patiently waiting for his reaction.

"Kang Hana," he repeats slowly. You hum to him.

"Yeah, we had a good time together, didn't we?"

He pauses. "I guess? Can you remind me?"

You begin to tell a tale about your encounter, barely keeping track of the details, letting your imagination run wild, stopping to listen to Heeseung hum in hesitant confusion.

Kang Hana arrived last out of all guests, immediately running to the kitchen for her first drink of the night. Then, she found herself swaying to the music on the living room dance floor, where she met Lee Heeseung. He had his arms placed respectfully on her hips, letting her guide his moves. He whispered that they should get out of there. She agreed.

They spent an hour or two engaging in conversation about anything and everything on the front patio, ignoring the smokers around the corner.

Hana not only arrived late, but also had to leave early. And so, she left Heeseung stranded, left to drink his grief away in hopes of forgetting all about her.

Yizhuo leans a little too far, enjoying the story too much, her head knocking over your hand, making you both tip to the side. You let out a squeal into the phone.

"Woah!" Heeseung yelps, pulling his phone away from his ear. Or you suppose, hearing his voice fade a little in the distance. With the phone away from him, it's able to pick up on the surrounding sounds better, and you realize he isn't alone either.

"Who is it?" You hear from the phone. The voice sounds familiar and you can almost make it out. Must either be Sunghoon or Jay, his best friends, you assume.

Heeseung doesn't miss a beat before responding, "Y/N."

Your heart does a flip. Yunjin's eyes widen. Ryujin chokes on the juice box she'd been sipping on. Yizhuo is still lying on the floor, only her mouth is significantly more agape.

"You knew it was me?"

He chuckled. "Obviously," he says matter of factly. Heat rises to your cheeks. "Took me a second, I'm a little tipsy, haha."

"Oh." Your eyes dart to the girls again. "Am I interrupting?"

"You're never a bother, babe."

Babe? "Huh," you let out unintentionally.

The girls furrow their brows one by one. Although they probably can't hear every word, they can clearly hear the weird turn this conversation has taken.

"Are you with the girls?"

You shake your head in confusion. "Um, yeah, I am." You're still trying to figure out what he meant by the pet name.

"I don't want to keep you if you're having fun." The smile on his face is clear as day in his flirty tone. "Text me later though, okay?"

"Okay?" Slowly, you pull the phone down and end the call. The second it hits your lap, it buzzes again.

Ping! New message!

이희승 (SNU) Kang Hana? 23:04

"What was that about?" Ryujin asks.

You don't respond yet. Focusing on the typing bubbles at the bottom of yours and Heeseung's no-longer-blank messenger.

이희승 (SNU) ik you weren't at Jay's last week 23:04

ME and i know you don't call random people 'babe' ?? 23:05 

이희승 (SNU) can i call you later? 23:05

ME i wasn't lying when i said i'm with my friends 23:05

ME tomorrow? 23:06

이희승 (SNU) let's meet up at the café on campus 23:07

"Hello, hello, Earth to Y/N?" Your head snaps up as you click off your phone. Yunjin waves her hand dramatically across your face to catch your attention. Ironically, it works. "You're still in there? Or did Hana take over?”

You blink up at her, then offer a small smile. “Sorry, that was weird,” you laugh. They all look at you expectantly, as if waiting for you to explain or give more details, but you’re not sure what to give them. “Alright, who’s next?”

You manage to drift the topic away from Heeseung and Kang Hana’s encounter. Yizhuo nearly fails her own dare, but succeeds in getting the neighbours number. After Ryujin answers her Truth (”If you had to kiss any of the girls in this room, who would it be?” “Well, I already have, but I’d say Y/N.”), you all decide to call it a night.

Ryujin and Yizhuo head out together; their rooms in the same dorm-building across the road. Meanwhile Yunjin begs to stay the night, opting to sleep on the floor because she can’t be bothered to pay for a cab ride to her apartment off campus.

Your thoughts keep coming back to Heeseung calling you babe, for some reason. Rubbing at your cheeks to snap yourself out of it, you sigh when you realize that it doesn’t do anything to help the blush that spreads further up your cheekbones to the tips of your ears the more you think about him.

Monday mornings have a bad reputation, and you completely understand why.

The sunlight creeps through a slip in your curtains and shines right in your eyes as you startle awake from a dream starring your party-animal alias and the campus heartthrob. Checking the time, you groan as the bright numbers ‘06:27’ glare back at you.

Your promise to a rendez-vous last night pushes you up and out of bed. You carefully side-step to not wake Yunjin, who’s still sprawled out on the floor.

You grab yourself some cereal and a cold glass of orange juice to fuel yourself before hopping into the shower. When you get out, it’s 6:44, a minute before your alarm rings loudly. You’re convinced everyone on this floor can hear it, but luckily you haven't gotten any complaints thus far.

Yunjin stirs finally. “Dude…”

“Wakey wakey, Sunshine,” you tell her, standing above her with a cheesy smile. “I have cereal and oatmeal.”

She rubs at her eyes, still laced with tiredness. “I’ll just grab something at the café after classes. I should get going, anyway.”

It doesn't take long for Yunjin to get dressed and leave the room promptly. She’s spent so many nights at your dorm that you took the time to clear up some space in the drawer for her stuff so she doesn’t need to rush out before even the sun’s awake.

When you’re left alone in your room, you pull out your phone again, the screen already opening into the chat room you visited last night.

ME what time do your classes end? just wanna know when i should get to the café 06:59

You wait. And wait. And wait some more for his response. You notice he hasn't even been online since you sent your message and decide to give him some more time.

Although he definitely has classes today, you assume, he might not be as much of an early riser like yourself.

In the meantime, you busy yourself with getting ready for your own classes. You pack your bag with all its supplies, checking your phone every so often, hoping to see it light up with a notification.

Ping!

All you can think is, “Finally,” but unfortunately when you pick it up, the notification reads: @jenaissante has made a new post!

“What am I doing?” you ask yourself out loud.

Since when do you sit and stare at your phone in hopes that some guy is going to answer you? How embarrassing.

You shake it off, grab your bag, and head out to your first class.

Walking down the comfortably silent hallways of your dorm building makes you think that out of everyone, you might be the only one awake. However, you stand corrected as you’re greeted with a door almost slamming you in the face.

Coincidentally, as the owner of said door says, “I’m so sorry!” and you respond, “It’s okay! I’m okay!” your phone buzzes in your pocket.

Nearly making your bag topple out of your hands as you reach for it, your shoulders relax when you see who the message is from:

이희승 (SNU) i hate mondays 07:33

You bid your goodbyes to the door-slammer.

ME good morning to you too 07:33 

이희승 (SNU) 😑😑 07:34

이희승 (SNU) i don’t have classes today. when do yours end? 07:34

ME no classes and yet you're awake so early? i'm impressed lee heeseung 07:36

ME i have my 8AM that ends at 10, then a three hour gap until my next class 07:36

이희승 (SNU) oof three hours 07:36

ME i’m on campus so it's not too bad tbh 07:37

이희승 (SNU) 10 o’clock it is? 07:39

ME sounds good 07:40

You shut off your phone and look up to realize you've made it to the building.

You find it weird how easily you’re already getting distracted by Heeseung, even though you’ve barely interacted, much less talked in person since last semester when you shared a class.

Even then, neither of you ran in the same groups, so your conversations were very limited to assignments and bad-talking the professor.

Of course, you’ve heard a lot about him, but none of it ever involved you. At most Yizhuo was being very descriptive about her night with him, though even then—especially then—you didn't pay it or him much attention.

Deciding to push him out of your mind entirely, you pull out your laptop and set up your notes, waiting for the professor to arrive and start class.

After two long hours, you’re dismissed from class. You tell your professor goodbye and head for the door, but come to a stop when you see a familiar figure leaning against the glass on the other side. Taking quicker steps to come around, you meet face to face with Lee Heeseung.

“Hi,” he says calmly.

“What are you doing here?”

His smile falters. “I came to pick you up.”

Your eyes dart to both sides of the hallway, as if waiting for Yunjin or someone to pop out. “How did you know this is where my class is?”

For the first time in your life, you watch Heeseung lose his cool composure. He stumbles over his words before clarifying, “I asked around.”

You try not to think too hard on it, eyeing him suspiciously before humming. His shoulders relax and he claps his hands together before pivoting toward the stairwell.

“Shall we?” He turns to you, extending his arms as if he’s some royal guard leading the crown princess into a carriage.

“Yes, we shall.” You play along because what the heck. And his smile is worth it.

The two of you make your way down to the café just across campus, not really talking on your way there, but staying close. It’s not as if some sort of secret operation is going down, so neither of you make a move to act like you don't know each other.

Come to think of it, you really don't know what's the purpose of all the theatrics. He even opens the door for you when you get there. Has he always been a gentleman?

From what you’ve heard, Heeseung is a player through and through. Typical, textbook heartthrob who makes people fall for him, toys around with that idea, and then leaves them to pick themselves up. Or, he’ll spend one magical night with a random hookup he meets at one of the million parties his rich friends throw every weekend, only to leave them in the dirt in the morning.

(Literally. Stories went around about this one girl he hooked up with outside. She woke up in Sunghoon’s backyard with only her bra and panties on. Or so you’ve heard.)

He leads you to the counter where the barista takes your order quickly. Just as you're about to reach into your bag for your wallet, Heeseung waves his hand in front of you. “Don’t worry about it,” he says before taking out his card and paying before you can reply.

“Thanks.” You try to come up with something better, but run short. “I’ll pay next time,” you say before you can stop yourself.

“Next time,” he says with an unreadable tone.

You want to reply, but nothing comes out. Instead, your eyes drift back to the barista. You watch him prepare your drinks and you silently pray that he goes faster so you can move on.

Luckily, he listens. “Alright, one iced caffe latte with vanilla syrup, and one dark chocolate mocha for the couple.” The man makes a dramatic turn with the drinks, adding a theatrical wave of his hand to you two.

“Oh, we’re not—”

“Thank you,” Heeseung replies with a smile. He takes a hold of both drinks and motions for you to lead him to a table.

And so you do.

“So,” he says as he sits down. “Kang Hana—” A wink. Your drink is suddenly very interesting. “—I have a proposal for you.”

“Proposal,” you question, raising your cup along with your brow. You take a sip and set it back down. “Go on.”

He takes his own sip. For a moment, you watch him appreciate the taste. He closes his eyes for a fraction of a second in satisfaction, traces of the drink left on his lips. It takes everything in you not to reach over and wipe it yourself. So, you hand him a napkin.

He thanks you before proceeding. “Okay, fine, it's more of an ask rather than a proposal because you won’t technically—” He adds air quotes. “—be gaining anything out of this.”

Now you’re very curious. You let him speak.

“There’s this girl…” he starts. His eyes drift away to the other tables, almost trying to deduce if anyone would want to eavesdrop and spread gossip of what he says next. “I really like her.”

Oh god. You’ve heard this before. Usually it only happens by boy best friends, but basically complete strangers work too, you guess. You prepare yourself.

“And, I just don’t know how to tell her—”

“Listen, Heeseung,” you cut him off. “We barely know each other. I don’t think you’re really thinking this through. How can you even trust your feelings when you barely know me?”

He blinks at you. “What?”

Your heart drops. “You’re not confessing to me.”

Heeseung lets out a short breathy laugh. He awkwardly scratches the back of his neck and answers. “No… Not exactly.”

“Oh my god, this is so embarrassing.” You let your head drop into the palms of your hands, but when you feel his hand on your arm, you snap your head up.

He rapidly retracts his hand of reassurance and lets it float above your arm for a second. “No, no, that’s okay. Don’t be embarrassed,” he assures you, only with his hand now in his lap. “I’m actually a little embarrassed about what I’m trying to ask you—If you’re up for it!”

“Can’t be more embarrassing than I feel right now,” you reply between small sips of your drink.

“Can we date? Wait, this isn't a confession, I meant like can we fake date? Like date, but not actually date. Not that that would be an awful thing to do! I just like this girl and…” His eyes are comically large as he rambles the same reformulated question. The embarrassment slips away as you watch his cheeks redden. “If you’re comfortable,” he finishes more quietly.

You take a moment, both to see if he’s really done, but also to consider your options. “Why?”

“Right.” He nods. “So, as I was saying… There’s this girl I like, and I want to get closer to her and ask her out, but we’ve talked before and she hates that I’m—” More air quotes. “—A player.”

You raise your brow at his words. “Put down the air quotes, then we’ll be on the same page.”

He rolls his eyes imperturbably. “You know what I mean…”

“How would fake dating help you start actually dating? Sounds counterproductive ‘cause doesn't that just make you unavailable?”

“I want to prove to her that I’m more than just—” He waves his arms around to search for the word. “—more than just some guy that goes from girl to girl as if nothing.”

You nod. “But… Isn’t this, kinda, lying? Since you haven't actually been in a long term relationship.”

“I mean, yeah, if you think about it like that.” He takes a sip of his drink, and when his lips part from the straw, you notice he bite it as he drank. You shake your head. “I’m just showing her that I’m capable of being in a long term relationship. I’m a serious guy looking for something serious.”

The snort you let out is entirely accidental. He looks faux-offended as he wipes off the drops of your drink that fell out of your cup. “Sorry,” you say, also wiping your arm. “You’re a serious guy. For sure, for sure.”

“I am,” he protests. “I take things very seriously. Like this rendez-vous. I’m normally still in bed at this time.”

This catches your attention. “Wait, why did you get up so early though? We didn't have a set time ready, you could've slept in.”

He shrugs timidly. “I knew you mostly take morning classes, so I wanted to be up when you were…” His sentence goes quieter by the end of it, with no help from him reaching for another sip of his drink, which is practically empty at this point, so the tension in the air only grows thicker with the ear-piercing sounds of him drinking air through a straw.

“Oh,” you say slowly. “I stand corrected.”

He nods.

You bite your lip out of habit. “So, shouldn't we discuss the, like, rules to this… Scheme?”

“Wait, you’re gonna do it?” He seems genuinely surprised. And cutely excited.

“Yeah,” you shrug, trying to act nonchalant. “What’s there to lose, I guess. But—” You raise a hand. “We need to figure out these ground rules and I need to get something out of this.”

He agrees easily. And you settle on asking him to put in a good word to one of his friends, Jay, who happens to be the son of the man who owns one of the most respected law firms in the country—you want in on it.

“So, you’re going to be a lawyer?”

Heat rises to your cheeks bashfully. “Yeah, it’s always been my passion.”

Heeseung’s eyes widen in astonishment. “Does that mean I should be more careful with how we set this up? Should we sign a contract to make it official?”

You laugh. “Do you have a printer? We could write one up if you want.”

He plays along with the joke, which eventually leads to him opening his notes app and writing down the rules you settle on together:

You cannot tell ANYONE that this is a set-up. If [REDACTED] finds out it’s a lie, how is Heeseung supposed to find love 💔

Stick to the same story: We met last semester and have been keeping it lowkey. We got together during the break.

Hang out in public at least twice a week. (Heeseung will make plans to make sure his crush will see them.)

Hand holding is a must while out together.

No kissing. Not on the cheek, and not on the lips.

Y/N has to attend all some do you want to make a good impression or not FINE all of Jay’s parties. 

Fake relationship must last AT LEAST two months. Further discussion of whether or not the (FAKE) relationship continues will take place then.

“Now…”

“What’s wrong?”

You watch Heeseung look from right to left, reaching down into his pockets for something, but he comes up with nothing. “How are you going to sign it?”

As unexpected as it is, you have to laugh. “Here, let me,” you respond between laughs, reaching out for his phone, which he hands you swiftly.

At the bottom of the page, you add:

I, Y/N L/N, accept these terms and conditions.

“Your turn.”

And he does the same with his own name.

I, Lee Heeseung, accept these terms and conditions.

“Perfect, so it’s settled.” He claps unceremoniously. “Here’s to the start of Kang Hana and Lee Heeseung’s fake relationship.”

He raises his cup toward you, and you get the memo to clink! your own against his. It’s silly considering they’re plastic cups that make nothing but a wsh! sound when bumped together, but the sentiment is there.

You spend a few more minutes sitting together in silence as you finish your drink.

You’re not sure why Heeseung hasn't left yet. Your business together is done for now, and he’s long finished with his own drink. You decide, however, that you’re glad he stayed.

As you’re stuck in thought, you don't notice that you're staring. You don't see the sly smile that creeps on his lips. And you certainly don't realize Yunjin is watching this scene go down from behind the window.

The front door’s bell snaps you out of your trance, when you finally feel the eye contact you're making with Heeseung. You pull your eyes away shyly, sipping on your drink until it bottoms out.

Unbeknownst to you, Yunjin makes her over to you and Heeseung with a confused expression painted over her features.

“Y/N,” she says. Your eyes widen at your friend leaning over the table to look at the two of you. “What’s going on here?” She teasingly points between you and Heeseung, wiggling her eyebrows all-knowingly.

Suddenly, you forget all your words.

Luckily, Heeseung smoothly takes the lead, already playing his role. “We’re on a date.”

This takes Yunjin by surprise, if her gasp paired with widened eyes says anything. “A date?”

“Yeah,” he says, drawing out the syllable. He looks at you with telling eyes, as if asking if you want to add on. You slightly shake your head only for him to see. “We were actually just finishing up. Right?”

Your cue. “Right, yeah.” You clear your throat awkwardly.

Yunjin raises her hands defensively. “Well, I don’t want to interrupt any more than I already have… So, you two have fun….” She leans over to whisper into your ear. Heeseung raises a brow from his side, but turns away to pretend he isn’t listening to it. “You’ll have to tell me all about this later.”

She bids you goodbye and makes her way to the counter, making no effort in acting as if she’s not staring at your table, watching your every move, as if to assess the situation.

Your hand comes up to the side of your face to subtly cover your mouth from her prying eyes. “We should really get out of here.”

Heeseung nods. “Slowly, we don’t want her to think anything.”

“Is it really so important to keep it from my best friend, though?”

“Yes!” Heeseung says in a whisper-yell. He smiles over to Yunjin who’s blissfully unaware of his outburst, probably thinking the two of you are joking around. Turning back to you, his voice lowers. “We can’t let anyone know the truth, not right now.”

You wonder what you’re getting yourself into now that it’s in play.

He ends up walking you back to your dorm, making his way into the building and all the way to your floor, walking you to your door, even after you insist he doesn’t have to. “What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t make sure you got back safely?”

“Fake-boyfriend,” you point out.

He nods. “Fake.”

While opening the door, you have a weird urge to ask if he wants to stay for a little. You brush off the feeling and turn back to him. “See you…” You stray, not really sure when you’ll see each other.

“Tomorrow,” he finishes. “For our first official date. Fake date.”

You nod your head, and that’s it. He walks backward into the hall, waving to you, before he turns to watch where he’s going. You only wave back when his back is turned.

Too caught up in whatever the hell you’ve agreed on, you spend the rest of the day burying yourself in studies. Midterms are around the corner, so may as well get some work done now. You also can’t bear to spend another minute with Heeseung’s stupidly pretty face, and smile, and everything stuck in your head.

Throughout the afternoon, then into the evening, your phone buzzes over and over again. You don’t even bother checking in fear that it’s Heeseung.

When you head off to bed, you quickly scroll away from your notifications and open Yunjin’s chat, where you see she’s been spamming you pretty much until you passed out. You note the time and feel the relief wash over you as you realize she must already be asleep by now. You start typing away.

ME i’ll tell you everything tmrw 01:47

ME meet me at the quad in the morning 01:47

As opposed to Monday mornings, Tuesdays have a different, much more optimistic air. It’s as if everyone’s realized that maybe this week won’t be so bad, so might as well put on a smile before heading to classes.

You don’t have early classes today, so you head down to the quad as promised, a knot forming in your stomach on your way.

There’s nothing you hate more than keeping things from your friends, especially Yunjin. Trust is something you really value in your friendship, as you’re both very open with each other, this feels like breaking it, even though it isn’t necessarily a bad lie to tell.

Taking a deep breath, you convince yourself that it’s for a good cause and she’ll understand once you tell her the truth.

You’re surprised not only by the fact that Yunjin is already sitting at one of the tables, wide awake and ready to hear your tale, but also the fact that she is with company: Yizhuo and Ryujin, respectively.

“Well, well, well,” she says with jokingly menacing crossed arms. She adds to the character a dubious expression. “What do we have here? Lee Heeseung’s girlfriend?”

Yizhuo laughs. “Are you serious? When were you going to tell us?”

From the other side of the table, Ryujin adds on. “Yeah, this seems like a pretty big deal!”

You sit down next to Ryujin, facing Yunjin’s excitedly curious eyes. She leans over the table and grabs your hands. “Tell. Us. Everything,” she enunciates every word for emphasis.

“Um,” you start oh-so confidently. You think back to the contract you “signed” and the storyline you decided with Heeseung. “I’ve been, kinda, seeing Heeseung since October—”

“October!?” Yizhuo yells. “Why’ve you been keeping this from us?!”

“We wanted to keep it lowkey before we decided if we were really serious about this.” The lies slip off your tongue easily, but they leave a bitter aftertaste. “I was talking with him about telling you guys, at least, right when Yunjin walked in on us.”

Ryujin raises a brow. “Walked in on you? Were you…?”

You slap her arm playfully. “Nothing like that, nothing like that! I meant at the café yesterday.”

“We’ve never even seen you two together… How lowkey were you keeping it?”

Yunjin looks at you expectantly. You avoid direct eye contact, afraid she’d be able to see the truth through your eyes. “We text a lot and facetime pretty much every night,” you explain, hoping it’s convincing. “And he’d sometimes come over, but we always made sure none of you would find out.” You make sure to slip in an apology at the end of the statement.

Yizhuo’s the one to wave her arm and deny your apology. “Girl, you got yourself a man, how could we be mad at you?” Her eyes widen in realization. “The prank call, oh my God!”

“Yeah, that took some explaining… But he thought Kang Hana was pretty funny.”

“Speak of the devil,” Yunjin teases, nodding her head behind you.

You turn around and lo and behold is Lee Heeseung himself, followed by Park Sunghoon and Park Jay. If this were a 90s romcom scene, their walk would be in slowmo, the camera would pan to girls and boys fanning themselves as they walk by, some would be fainting in their path. Sunghoon would have to step over someone’s unconscious body, Jay would pick a rose from the bush and hand it to one of his followers and they would blush until their whole face is as red as a tomato.

Instead, they’re walking at a regular pace, but you notice the way seems to run through their hair perfectly. That’s what you get when you’re jaw-droppingly attractive, you think. And then you furrow your brows at your thoughts.

When the boys get closer, Heeseung smiles. “Hi, you.”

“Hi,” you say in return. Your heart beats faster.

“So,” Jay, the one on his left, says. “You’re Y/N.”

You nod. “Nice to meet you—”

“Y’know, it’s funny ‘cause Heeseung never mentioned you?” The question throws you off, more than the smile he has plastered on his face. “Keeping it hidden from us like we’re Dispatch, or something.”

Heeseung places his hand on Jay’s shoulder, taking the lead. He sends you a reassuring look before speaking. “It was my idea, mostly,” he explains. “Let’s not take it out on my girl.”

My girl. You smile shyly.

Addressing your friends, Heeseung smiles politely. “It’s nice to meet you all.”

“You too,” Ryujin says.

“You better be treating her right,” Yunjin says teasingly, but with a touch of seriousness, if you know her right.

Heeseung raises his arms defensively. “She’s the one to decide on that front.”

You laugh. He’s really good at this. “Don’t worry guys, he’s been good to me.”

The two of you share a moment in silence, just watching each other. Heeseung’s the first to break it, not necessarily looking away, but ending your silent conversation. “I take it you dressed for our date, right?”

You blink at him in confusion. “Where are we going?”

“So you really didn't see my text?” He pouts. You’re almost convinced he means it. Wow, I’m going to have to step up my game.

“Sorry, I was really busy studying, I shut off my phone for the day after you left.”

He tuts at you jokingly. “Well, I guess it’ll have to be a surprise.” He extends his arm and offers you his hand. Automatically, you take a hold of it, letting him pull you up in the process. Heeseung turns to your friends and smiles politely. “Again, it was nice to officially meet you all, I’ve heard so much. And—” Facing his friends, he says: “I’ll text you later.”

Then, you’re off, holding hands as he leads you to the parking lot.

The car ride isn’t too long, luckily. You find yourself anticipating what Heeseung has planned, only for you to crush that anticipation when you remember what this is all for.

Her, not you.

Although, you still don’t know who she is.

“Will you ever tell me who this girl is?” you ask as he takes another turn, arriving in a parking lot. Finally in view, you realize you’re at Plus One Games as you watch the big, bold glowing sign. “The arcade?”

“She works here,” he says, promptly ignoring your first question. He pops the keys out of the ignition and turns to you. “Are you ready?”

You hum and the two of you make your way to the comically large front doors. He holds it open, and you thank him as you walk past him, staring in awe at the decor.

Plus One Games is known for its grandeur in the gaming world. You didn’t grow up in these areas, but you’ve heard all about it. It’s expensive and you wonder how Heeseung is able to afford it—He must really like this girl.

The lobby is decorated like a gameboard, the stands where the employees greet the customers resembling game pieces, meanwhile there are signs pointing in every direction to where you may want to go, which look like signs straight out of a Super Mario Bros game.

Unbeknownst to you, you begin to wander while you’re looking at the set-up of the entrance, entranced by the level and precision of the design. Heeseung notices, however, and grabs ahold of your hand, spinning you on your heels and leading you to the cloakroom.

“Can’t let you get lost,” he teases, his head nodding to your hand in his which he raises to eye level.

You flush in your spot, unable to get yourself to pull your hand away.

After depositing your coats and changing into the shoes the staff hand the two of you by the door, you’re quick to let Heeseung guide you through the games and stations. He clearly has a map set up in his mind by the way he easily glides through the place, your hand still tightly in his hold.

He brings the both of you to the bumper cars first, wearing a cheeky grin as he handsomely gestures for you to step into the rink before him. To play along, you bow gratefully like an heiress guided by her guard. He laughs, placing a hand by your lower back to help direct you.

How could someone forget how fun bumper cars are? Because now you’re reminded of the joys of ramming your rubber-ringed play car into the people around you. Luckily, it’s not too crowded, so you have plenty of room to strategically avoid Heeseung’s attempts to knock you over, only to turn around and get him instead.

You’re full of laughter, and so is he. In fact, his face is completely red and you can only assume that yours is a similar shade.

Your laughter doesn’t even die down when the dispiriting buzzer sounds in the mini-arena, prompting the cars to stop in their place and the employee to safely instruct you and the other customers on how to get out.

“So, where to next?” Your smile transcends into your words, but you don’t care enough to be self-conscious about it.

Heeseung pretends to be in deep thought, plastering a dramatic pout of curiosity. “Where to… Where to…” he repeats. He lifts a finger in the air in perfect timing with the music blaring through the speakers above. You laugh at the movement. “Let’s try to win some prizes, hm?”

You assume this is probably some kind of way for him to say that the girl he likes is working the counter. Either way, you agree.

“Ice ball,” he suggests.

“I’ll have you know—” You flick your hair behind your shoulder for character. “—I’m kind of a pro at this.”

He raises his brow. “Oh, are you?”

Instead of responding, you grab the keycard and swipe it across the gamepad, watching as the game’s sign lights up as it starts up. Balls roll out from the dispenser and you grab your first one. You pretend to give it a kiss before rolling it up.

It does not go on.

Heeseung laughs.

You clear your throat and try again. The second does not go in.

Nor does the third. Or the fourth.

“Maybe I should try,” Heeseung proposes playfully.

“Fine,” you grumble, though not seriously. You go on to say he has no shot, the game is rigged and—

His first try goes in.

And his second. Then his third.

The game rings “Winner! Winner!” and tickets begin pouring out of the gamepad.

Heeseung ends up beating you in every game you play, always winning a ridiculous amount of tickets or a silly prize that comes with it. Pinball, mini-basketball, Spin-It-To-Win-It, you name it. He even beats the claw machine which is famously rigged in these kinds of places. You suggested it just to see Heeseung lose, yet here he is flaunting his little stuffed turtle he pulled out of it.

He waves the turtle in your face and you swat it away from you. “Aw, c’mon, Y/N, you don’t want Mr. Turtle?”

“You named him Mr. Turtle,” you deadpan.

He smiles cheekily. “It’s a fitting name.” He then takes your hand by the wrist, flipping it over so your open palm faces upward. Gently, Heeseung places Mr. Turtle into your hand, closing your fingers around it. “Here, you can have him.”

As much as you want to keep up your stingy role of a sore loser and throw it back at him, you shyly thank Heeseung for the gesture and place Mr. Turtle comfortably against your bag, so he can look out into the world without you needing to worry about him falling off because he’s safely attached to the strap.

After a match of laser tag—which you end up winning with Heeseung because you were against another couple—a couple of PEOPLE!—and then racing up to the top of the rock climbing wall, you grab a couple slices of pizza together and call it a day.

The pizza is greasy and frankly a little gross, you’re convinced it’s leftovers from yesterday, but it’s just what you need.

Heeseung comes back to the table with two bottles of pop. “Which one?” He raises both for you to see your options. You point to the red one, probably some off-brand strawberry or raspberry flavoured soda, and he passes it to you.

Chugging down the mystery drink, you find yourself content with the day's events.

When you get to the car, Heeseung holds the door open for you once again. You thank him quietly, getting in at the same time. You force your head down to stop yourself from watching as he makes his way around to his side.

It’s silent for a moment as he turns on the ignition and pulls out of the parking spot. The way he places his hand against the back of your seat, his arm in full view, makes your heart stutter. You take a second to compose yourself.

“So.” You look up at Heeseung with telling eyes and a teasing smile. “Did you see her?”

His mouth opens in a mute ‘ah,’ but he shakes his head, keeping his gaze on the road ahead. “I guess she wasn’t working today.”

And honestly, you can’t even be mad about it because it went so well. You tell yourself this is just a stepping stone in the fake relationship. Might as well enjoy it while it lasts.

He drives you back to campus and follows you all the way to the building before you tell him he doesn’t need to come up with you. Although he tries to push it, it’s hard to ignore how tired he is from the way he drawls.

As you walk back into your dorm, you’re greeted with your phone buzzing to infinity with messages from the girls’ group chat. You laugh at their bickering as they wait for your updates and you almost opt to stay silent to see how far it goes.

The following days go on similarly. Between hanging out with your friends, attending classes and studying for midterms, you’re going out on dates with Heeseung. Fake dates, but you soon learn he’s a really good actor.

Then you update the girls on the happenings of the date, steadily avoiding the parts hinting at your deal.

Your first date following the arcade is at the library. At first, you don’t see how Heeseung would consider this a date, until he shows up at your dorm with roses and chocolates. “Bring these with you,” he says. “She should be studying there for another hour, or two if she’s really into it.”

You abstain from commenting on the fact that if she’s “really into it,” is he even sure she’ll notice either of you, because you’re in need for a good study session with a friend, and as much as you love your friends, they have a hard time focusing when you’re all together.

It’s nice. Heeseung is as hard of a worker as you remember from the previous semester. Every now and then, you’ll look up and find his eyebrows furrowed at the paper in front of him, so you ask to help him out if you can. He does the same to you, you realize. As you look down at your notes, biting your lip at the same phrase you’ve been staring at for a while now, Heeseung taps the table right in front of your book with his pencil. “Need any help?”

You only remember once he brings you back to your dorm that you never asked about the girl. You’re not even sure if she was there since he didn’t say anything.

Yizhuo is offended that you find your girls-only study sessions unhelpful. Ryujin playfully slaps her shoulder.

For another date, he takes you to the movies.

“And this is helpful… how exactly?”

He shrugs and raises a hand to sheepishly scratch the back of his neck. “I may have told her I wanted to see the movie. And then I may have panicked buying them in front of her, I don’t want to risk her seeing me bring someone else when I said I’d bring you.”

“This could’ve been your chance to invite her to the movies!”

“And make her think I’m a cheater?” He shakes his head twice. “Besides, this is what we’re fake dating for. You and I can still go as fake-boyfriend and fake-girlfriend, if you don’t mind.”

Of course you don’t mind.

The movie is okay. It’s not really your style, nor is it Heeseung’s, if his distasteful grimace as he’s walking out of the cinema says anything.

“You didn’t like it,” you tease with fake concern.

He looks like a deer caught in headlights. “No,” he defends. He even raises his hands to wave them around as he searches the air for an explanation. “It was—You know—When they—Right?”

You laugh and place your hand on his shoulder. “I’m kidding. I didn’t really like it either.”

Heeseung places his own hand on top of yours and you feel your heart stutter. In a panicked moment, you try to rip your hand away, but it gets caught in his shirt, so you have to awkwardly pull it out from underneath.

Yunjin asks you about the movie itself, and you can’t seem to remember much about it besides Heeseung’s face at the end of it.

One of your favourite—fake—dates with Heeseung is when he takes you rollerblading. (You never ask how this is related to the girl he’s trying to impress. What? You’ve always wanted to go rollerblading.)

You both invite your friend groups and get to see them bond, which is both weird and endearing.

Yunjin holding onto Sunghoon and Ryujin’s hands for dear life as they’re the only two that are decent at roller skating and she’s on the verge of face planting whenever she steps on the rink on her own.

On the other hand, Yizhuo and Jay are equally bad. Yizhuo has horrible coordination and Jay… just can’t move. He can’t even take a step forward, just waves his arms around as if he’s swimming and it’ll somehow propel him. So, Yizhuo just keeps magnetically crashing into him, causing them both to fall down and need to recalibrate themselves from the boards.

Heeseung is a champion at it, as anyone would’ve expected. Though, he falls back to follow your pace, which is slow, but not agonizingly so, or so you hope.

You haven’t had the chance to go rollerblading in a while, and you end up tripping up over your own feet. Luckily, Heeseung is still there by your side to hold you so you don’t fall.

“Thanks,” you say to him, harshly gripping onto his arm to make sure you don’t.

At the end of the night, when your friends have already called it in, catching an uber or taking their own cars back, you and Heeseung stay a little while longer.

You’re sitting by the bleachers on the outside of the rink, Heeseung still freely skating on his own. He’s skating much faster, now, you notice. And he’s doing it with a big smile on his face which you can’t help but mirror when you’re watching him.

Later on, you notice he wears the same, but more subtle smile when he’s with you in the car, laughing and chatting while music blares from the speakers and the windows are rolled all the way down.

After a few weeks of date after date, midterms come up.

You and Heeseung made an agreement not to go out during this time. It gives the both of you time to recharge and focus on studying. It’d be useless to go out anyway, since his girl would probably be doing the same, you think but avoid saying.

When you make the modifications to your arrangement, you assume this means less frequent texting or calls, but those stay the same. Heeseung texts you good morning and is the last to say good night before you fall asleep, just as he’s been doing the past few weeks. You come to think that you’ve become really good friends over this time together.

You also assumed this would give you a break from acting like a couple, but Heeseung once again has other plans.

One afternoon when you don’t have classes, someone knocks at your door.

Normally, if someone’s at the door without texting you beforehand, it means it’s just another one of those door-to-door students campaigning for whatever new project they’ve come up with. Or, occasionally, it’s your next-door neighbour who’s going to warn you about being loud while working on their next project, whatever it is they’re doing.

This time, however, you’re met with a bouquet of flowers and an otherwise empty hallway. The bouquet comes with a note, that reads:

Good luck on your midterms! My two-lips will be ready to reward you once they’re over… (Sorry, Sunghoon told me to write a pun.) (Fuck why’d I write it in pen? There aren’t even tulips in this bouquet???) (This is from Heeseung BTW)

You laugh at the extra scribbles and smudged half-written words on the rest of the paper.

And it’s like magic, the way his words encourage you to keep studying, keep working harder. You pass your midterms with flying colours.

Heeseung invites you to the café on campus to celebrate, and said you needed to discuss something. When you arrive, your chocolate mocha is already sitting in front of him, on the opposite side of the booth.

He smiles when he sees you come up. “Hey.”

“Hey,” you say back. “So, what did you want to tell me?”

“Well, first—” He raises his cup. “To passing midterms!”

You clink yours to his, smiling. “To passing midterms!” You both take a sip of your drinks before setting them down and looking at each other intently.

“So,” he says firmly. “I still haven’t given you your end of the deal.”

That’s right. You agreed on this whole shenanigan as long as he gives you an in on the Park family business. If you’re truly willing to become a lawyer, getting Jay to give you a good word to his father would mean a lot of doors opening, some that you’d never open otherwise.

It’s funny that something so big and important to you slipped your mind over these past few weeks.

Then you remember how you’ve discussed this would be happening. “There’s a party?”

Heeseung nods into his drink, getting a bit of foam on his upper lip. You almost lean over the table to wipe it off yourself, but instead you hand him a napkin, avoiding his eyes as you laugh nervously. “Thank you,” he whispers. Once the napkin’s down, he returns to business. “Tomorrow night at Jay’s actually. His dad won’t be there, unfortunately for you and fortunately for, like, everyone else attending.”

You nod. “So, this’ll be our first big event as a, albeit fake, couple?” Nerves begin to feed in your stomach and suddenly you’re not so thirsty. Your hands naturally start fidgeting with your cup.

The last time you went to one of the campus parties was the first week in the new year, last semester. You remember it all too well, meaning not at all. You’ve never been the best at calculating your tolerance, but that time you really went overboard.

For one, it’s embarrassing, but you also don’t want to do anything with Heeseung.

“Yeah,” Heeseung agrees nonchalantly, but he leans lower in concern, looking to meet your eyes. “But it’ll be okay, just like any of our other dates. Fake dates. Just pretend that you’re the infamous Kang Hana.” Then he adds: “But don’t be late this time.”

There he goes, making you laugh so easily.

Over the next few minutes, you agree that Heeseung will pick you up and drive the both of you to Jay’s not too early, but not too late. Jay isn’t big on wanting his friends to help him set-up, so he’s fine with whenever they decide to show up.

And when you do, you’re struck by awe, your mouth hanging agape at the… everything.

You’ve known Jay was rich, but you never considered he’d be this rich.

The black front gates leading up to a long driveway. The pillared entrance archway. The enormous garden wrapping around the household. The fountain. The white walls which are interrupted by full length windows looking into the modernly decorated mansion.

Jay stands by the door holding a blunt. Wispy smoke draws circles in the air as he exhales. “Look who it is,” he says with open arms, tossing the rest of his joint to the ground.

The boys dab each other up and Jay nods his head at you as a greeting. A chill passes through your body. You hug your body tighter underneath your jacket.

Heeseung places his hand comfortingly on your waist, pulling you closer to him so he can whisper in your ear. “If you want to leave, just say the word.” And when you shake your head, he leans in again. “Are you ready, Kang Hana?”

You decide that you are.

The party is nothing remarkable.

As promised, Heeseung makes sure to give you a chance to talk with Jay and perhaps get an ‘in’ on his father’s company. It seems to go well enough, although Jay mostly just agrees with what you’re saying, trying to move on from the topic of his dad and law.

But other than that, it’s just like any of the other parties that you’ve been to with your friends.

Music. People making out in every corner. Loud music. Couples dragging each other upstairs not-so-secretly. Decent food, despite Heeseung telling you about Jay’s personal chefs being top tier. And did you mention agonizingly loud music?

You still manage to have some fun with your fake-date, though.

The one thing that really stands out is the fact that most girls are keeping their respectful distance from Heeseung.

Usually, he would be surrounded by a dozen, at least. A couple hanging off his arms, some standing behind him, others even kneeling in front of him. They create an entourage around him like he’s some king they worship, and yet today you don’t even see a speck of that lifestyle.

It dawns on you that word really did get around about you and Heeseung.

You even lean in to tell him this much. “Your girl definitely knows,” you tell him. “Is she here?”

Heeseung looks around almost half-interestedly in the others, turning back to you with a smile. “No, I don’t think so,” he says, but he doesn’t sound too bummed out. Maybe it’s the drinks. “Do you want another drink?”

Only later on do you realize you really haven’t learned your lesson on your tolerance.

After your probably fifty-something-eth song on the dance floor, Heeseung calls it quits, having drank just as much, but clearly being able to hold himself together better.

He bids goodbye to his friends, letting you wave at them in your drunken state and gets you in the car to drive you back.

You stumble into Heeseung’s arms as you make your way out of the elevator on your floor. “Oops,” you laugh.

He makes a nervous sound before adjusting his arms to hold you properly with his hand holding onto your waist. “We’re almost there, Y/N,” he whispers, gently tugging you forward on your wobbling legs.

However, he freezes in his tracks when he’s met with your friends waiting by your door.

“Oh,” Yunjin says. “We thought—”

“God, we thought she died or something, she wasn’t answering our texts,” Yizhuo interrupts. “Are you guys gonna…”

“No, no,” Heeseung answers quickly, waving his free hand. “I was just making sure she made it safely back to her dorm.”

You cheer out of the blue, just glad to be there.

Heeseung reaches into your jacket pocket for your keys, the jingling sound making you laugh some more. He tosses the keys to Ryujin. “Here,” he says. “I’ll just bring her to bed—Uh! Not like that, I meant, like, make sure she sleeps.”

Yunjin shakes her head reassuringly. “Here, let me take her. We’ll take care of her, if you don’t mind.”

He doesn’t respond for a second, turning to look at you. The drunk-flush on your cheeks makes your eyes pop, he notices. Unknowingly, a soft smile creeps up on his lips. “Sure, sure,” he eventually says.

When he’s out of sight down the hall, the girls tug you into the room. They bring you to bed, helping you kick off your shoes and take off your jacket, but not bothering changing your clothes—who knows what kind of a struggle that would be.

The process proceeds in a comfortable silence, but not for you. You’re itching to speak, say anything. Something about the drinks in your system makes you feel chatty, so you say the first thing on your mind. “Heeseung’s so pretty.”

“I hope you think so,” Ryujin jokes. “He’s your boyfriend.”

You laugh, turning over to face away from the girls. “No he’s not.”

“Yes, he is,” Yunjin reassures, trying her best to get the blanket over your body to properly tuck you in, but you keep rolling away from her touch.

Watching you shake your head back and forth, Yizhuo curiously pushes. “What do you mean he’s not your boyfriend?”

“It’s just, like, a scheme,” you whisper the last word mischievously, wearing a cunning smile and waving your hands mysteriously. Laughing to yourself, it takes you a moment to notice your friends’ confused expressions when you look over at them again. “What?” You look up at them with a dazed smile.

“So… You and Heeseung,” Yunjin starts with furrowed brows, trying to assess the situation. “You’re not even dating?”

“Nope!” you say with a laugh, enunciating the ‘p’ with a pop of your lips.

From behind you, Yizhuo lets out a sigh of relief.

This time, Yunjin frowns at her. “What’s that about?”

“Sorry, sorry,” she says hurriedly. “It’s just that if Y/N and Heeseung were actually dating, the whole reveal would’ve been really awkward.”

“What reveal,” you ask.

She pulls her lips in, suppressing a laugh, before waving her hands and starting to confess. “So, remember how I said I slept with Heeseung at a party last semester?” Memories of her flaunting her newfound womanhood and maturity swarm your mind. You nod, yeah, I remember. “Well—” She tilts her head  guiltily. “I lied.”

You blink slowly at her. Once, and twice, before shaking your head out of pure confusion. “Wait, what? Why would you lie about that?”

Yizhuo looks over at Ryujin and Yunjin as if they’ll help her. From the less than expressive faces, you can tell they already knew. She scratches the base of her neck awkwardly. “I don’t know, I guess for status, or whatever.”

This sobers you up instantly. “Status? Like sleeping with Heeseung’s some kind of badge you get to wear around?”

She laughs nervously. “Well, no. But like, I don’t know, Y/N, I was just fucking around. I told you guys that when I was, like, really high.”

“Doesn’t excuse the fact that you’re treating him like some kind of object?” You’re always one to try to see the best in a person, in a situation, but you really can’t find it in yourself to defend Yizhuo right now. “He’s not just some fuckboy, Ning, he’s sweet, and kind, and cares about the little things, and—”

“So, you do like him?”

You sputter confusedly. “What are you even talking about?”

She stares at you dumbfoundedly. “You like him. You’re, you’re defending him,” she explains matter of factly. “Do you know how many girls he’s hurt ‘cause of his little hobby of hooking up and leaving them in the dust?”

“That has nothing to do with what we’re talking about. Admit it, Ning, you fucked up.”

She raises her arms defensively. “Fine! Maybe I did! But so did he. Multiple times with so many people. It’s weird that you’re on his side with this.” Sighing, she rolls her eyes. “Fine, I’m sorry for what I lied about when I wasn’t right in the fucking head, if that’s what you want to hear.”

You truly don’t know what’s gotten into her, but you also can’t be asked to bother caring. “Real mature,” you deadpan, realizing that that in itself is immature, too. “Get out of my room.”

She doesn’t even say anything to you. Just rolls her eyes again, mutters under her breath and tells the other girls they can come over to her place if they want. Yizhuo leaves with her jacket over her shoulder, not looking back.

“Go after her, it’s fine,” you tell Ryujin and Yunjin.

“Y/N—”

“Just go.”

They file out of the room in a hurry, and only when the door shuts do you let your tears of frustration fall. You slide down to the floor and cry into the palms of your hands with your knees up to your chest.

You’ve never had a fight like this with your friends. Sure, you’ve argued every now and then about stupid things, but something that left your chest heaving? All of this over a boy?

Your hands shake as you reach for your phone, your finger gliding past the group chat and your private messages with the girls—tempted to call them again, but you refuse—rushed to find the contact you've gotten so familiar with.

The line rings a few times, before you hear the click!.

“Y/N? Is everything okay?” His voice is laced in concern, which warms your heart. And when you tell him you want to see him, he doesn't ask questions and simply tells you: “I’m on my way.”

Heeseung gets to your dorm surprisingly fast.

Then he reveals that he never left the parking lot, not specifying why, and you’re blushing all over. You avoid eye contact, but he reads it as you avoiding the topic.

He tells you as much that you don’t need to go into detail if you don't want to, simply promising to be here. “It’s been a long night, you should rest.”

You lay down in bed, lifting the covers as an invitation.

He lays down next to you. “Is this okay?” And all you can do is nod.

Your curtains are ajar, you notice, watching the way the moonlight traces Heeseung’s features. His eyes shine in the dark, but yours drift down to his glistening lips.

He lightly bites his lower lip as he holds a strong gaze on your face, studying.

Just when you think he’s about to lean in and close his eyes, Heeseung surprises you with a whisper. “I think we should go to sleep.”

Disappointment runs through your body, but you agree nonetheless.

Your dreams are plagued by the shadow of a touch and big brown eyes.

The following morning, the first thing you think is, “I slept next to Hee—Ow, my head hurts really bad?!”

You groan as you push the blankets on the side, when you notice the other half of the bed is empty. The sight of it makes you frown, but then you hear rustling the bathroom and you let out a sigh of relief.

“You’re up?” Heeseung peers his head around the corner of the bathroom. His hair drips onto the flooring and evaporated hot water trails behind him. “I hope you don't mind. I took a shower.”

Not finding the words, you wave it off. Shaking your head proves to be a bad idea because you’re left clenching in your fists from the pain.

Heeseung frowns. “Headache?” When you nod, he points to your side table. “I left a glass of water—I hope you don't mind I took it from your filter—and an ibuprofen—which I took from your cabinet, I really hope you don’t mind.”

“It’s okay, Heeseung,” you tell him quietly, wearing a pained, but genuine smile. “I really appreciate it, thank you.”

He smiles shyly before returning to the bathroom. And then it dawns on you that he might not have been wearing clothes during your exchange. Your face flushes, again.

When he leaves the bathroom, it’s your turn to freshen up. You try not to think about it too much.

“What should we have for breakfast?” he asks casually, sitting by your desk and is still working hard at drying his hair.

Your eyes are stuck on Heeseung’s movements. The way he fiddles with the towel to dry his hair, his face scrunching as he swipes rapidly. You smile in silent laughter at his cute expression, but you don't say anything about it.

“I’m really craving a croissant.”

That’s how you find yourself, hands inching away from Heeseung’s as you walk, making your way down to the café.

He tells you to find your regular table, assuring you that he’ll order. There’s no point in protesting, plus your headache still hasn't completely dissipated, so you willingly agree.

It only takes a few minutes for him to come back with a caffe latte and a dark chocolate mocha as per usual, as well as two croissants in paper bags.

“How’d you know I wanted a dark chocolate croissant,” you ask, peering into its bag. It’s glorious, you note, taking it out, careful not to spill the freshly drizzled still-hot chocolate.

Heeseung shrugs. “You’re always ordering the dark chocolate mocha, so I figured you'd like it on your croissant, too. It’s good right?”

You nod and hum into your food as a response, too enthralled by the taste and Heeseung’s attention to detail.

Your outing together goes well, as they always have.

He doesn't bring up your tear-stained cheeks from last night or the sudden call, to which you’re glad. The conversation is light, but natural. Every now and then, he makes you laugh and forget all about last night's events—almost all of them. Lingering at the back of your mind is the moonlight across his face, his soft lips and the feeling that you imagined when looking at them; the feeling of them pressing against your own.

Heeseung insists on walking you back to your dorm, again. You’ve learned by now that it's useless to argue with him, as stubborn as he is. “It’s on my way,” he lies. “Really, it's for me, mostly.”

That second statement is less of a lie, you can tell.

“After you,” he says, gesturing toward the elevator.

You lean against the elevator wall, closing your eyes. “I’m so tired,” you say with a muffled voice.

After pressing the button to your dorm with no hesitation, Heeseung’s eyes darken with a serious air. “Are you sure you're okay?” He’s not really asking about right now, more so about everything that happened last night. Everything he doesn't know about.

You’re afraid of admitting to him that you drunkenly spilled the truth to all of your friends, and caused a fight because of it. Not to mention he was the center of it.

Internally, you decide not to tell him about Yizhuo’s damage. That’s something between her and him, and you're not going to push it onto either of them.

“You can trust me—” Then, he reassures. “Only if you're comfortable.”

You are. So, you start to put together how you’ll tell him in your head, but your thoughts are interrupted by a loud—

THUD!

“What was—”

THUD! THUD!

And then, you’re falling.

Shit. We’re           falling.

Your brain stops working, completely freezing in your spot, the noise of the elevator screeching against its reins echoing in your head. Your heart pounds against your chest.

“On the ground!" a distant voice yells. Heeseung.

Right. That’s smart.

You follow his movements and lie down next to him, spread eagle. Your arms are practically on top of each other.

Heeseung grips onto your shoulder, shaking it. “We’ll be okay,” he says, though you're not sure if it's to you or himself. His eyes stay open widely, bloodshot. 

Suddenly, the elevator stops in its movements. The unexpected stop makes your chest bounce, but altogether, you're okay. You’re okay. “Is anyone in there?” The voice is muffled from behind the closed doors, but you think you recognize it as one of the janitors from the building.

Hurriedly, Heeseung rushes to the door. “Yes, yes, we’re in here!”

“Stay there—Er, I mean, stay still—Or, just don't worry we’ll get you out of there. Soon.” The ending of his sentence doesn't bring much reassurance, but from your spot still on the floor, you force yourself to believe his words.

Heeseung doesn't seem convinced either, but he lets out a sigh and extends his hand to help you up. You take his offer and try your best to ignore the fire his touch alights in your stomach. “I guess we have some time.”

“I guess we do,” you say with an awkward laugh.

He doesn't say anything in response, giving you the chance to lead the conversation. If you wanted to completely ignore the subject at hand, you don't think he'd mind. This gives you the confidence to do the complete opposite.

You take a deep breath before sputtering, “I told my friends about our deal. Drunkenly, so like totally an accident, but I did and now they know and—”

“Oh,” is all that comes out of his mouth at first. You worriedly lift your eyes to meet his, though now they're glued to the ceiling, with his back leaning against the wall. “That's—That’s okay. What harm could they cause? Unless you're telling me they're planning on going around campus exposing us… But that's not your fault.”

This time, you say “Oh,” standing in silence and staring at Heeseung’s favourite spot on the ceiling, too. The panel twitches from above, and you can imagine the elevator crashing has something to do with it. “I also got into a huge fight with them, or maybe not all of them, but it was, it was bad. We've never fought like that.”

“What was the fight about?”

You, you want to say. How Yizhuo did something stupid and it somehow turned into being about your complicated feelings for him. But you can’t tell him all of it, that’d be too much for such a tight space.

Shrugging while trying to look unconcerned, you decide to confess a half-truth. For some reason, you can’t get yourself to lie to him. “They think our plan is a bad idea because you’d be supposedly ‘using me,’ as if I like you, or something…”

He’s silent, at first. Heeseung considers what you’ve said, neither comforting nor arguing against you for it.

“Do you?”

You turn to him. “Do I what?”

“Like me,” he answers. “Do you like me?”

“I…” you start lamely. Your eyes avoid his, but they always seem to find their way back to his gaze, your face flushing underneath it. “I can’t answer that.”

And neither does he.

Instead, he turns so his body is completely facing yours, coming much closer than he was before. You tilt your head toward his where your breaths fan against each other. Your eyes make the mistake of drifting down to his lips again, and you instantly lose all composure.

You lean in first, but he’s quick to follow your lead, placing his hands onto your waist, while yours find their way to the base of his neck.

The kiss is delicate, but sparks fly all around. Your stomach does a flip when you feel his tongue tracing your bottom lip, but you don’t deny him access for long. 

Heeseung’s hands trail down your torso to your hips, where they inch backward to pull you closer into him. You follow his movements until he’s pushed against the wall with you tightly pressed against him. He flexes his arms around your body and flips you so your back is against the wall instead, with him hovering above you.

His knee is drawn between your legs pressing against your core, eliciting a moan, but it doesn’t go further than that. Soon enough, your movements are slowing down, though your heart is still racing in your chest.

When you separate, your mouth hangs open. “Heeseung…” you whisper, but before you can say anything more, the doors slide open.

“Are you okay?” The janitor that you predicted would be there is standing by the buttons, holding a handy-man suitcase for the electrician kneeling in front of the panel. “Anyone get hurt?”

You brush off any dust from your back, adjusting your shirt and hair to be more presentable. Also to erase the memory of whatever just happened. Did we really…? “No. No, we’re okay. Thank you.”

“Yes, we’re… okay,” Heeseung adds quietly.

You don’t even wait for Heeseung, rushing toward the staircase on the other side to get to your floor. For a moment, you hear his footsteps behind you, but once you’re up halfway, you realize he’s given up and you let out a sigh of relief.

You don’t really want to face him now, not after what just happened.

Luckily for you, you don’t need to face him for a long time afterward.

You stare at his latest text (”assignments are pretty crazy atm let’s reschedule our next fake dates”), trying not to focus on your heart tightening at his word choice, and quickly reply:

ME sounds good! see u :) 10:11

The week goes by slowly and quietly.

With Heeseung mostly M.I.A besides the occasional short-worded answers to your texts and you actively avoiding running into your friends, you’ve had a lot more time for yourself and you notice how much you hate it.

So, you pluck up the courage to text the ghosted group chat, asking the girls to meet together at the café. You all need to talk, whether any of you like it or not.

Though, the reason you even have the motivation to do this at all is because you know the girls have been making an effort to talk. Although not in the group chat, your messages have been spammed daily with apologies and questions about your daily life, to keep it casual. You also received a note during the class you share with Ryujin which read simply: “Love ya xx”

You smiled at it before crumpling it and stuffing it into your bag—What? You were trying to make a statement.

Now there’s no need for theatrical note crumpling, with the three girls surrounding you at your regular booth. Yours and Heeseung’s, you mean. It’s the comfiest there, you convince yourself when making the natural choice to sit there.

The space is filled with awkward silence as you sip on your mocha, feeling even more stuffy when the girls don’t make a move to drink their own orders. You’ve had enough of this. “Guys… Let’s talk, or something. We’re still friends.”

“I’m sorry,” Yizhuo says out of the blue. “Seriously. That was really messed up and I shouldn’t have said it. And I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did, you had every right to be mad.”

You smile softly. “Thank you,” is all you say, taking her hands in yours and squeezing them. You lean your head against her shoulder and the two of you stay like that for a while.

“You really like Heeseung, don’t you?”

Your head shoots up at Yunjin’s sudden question. You stumble over your words, trying to suppress the blush from spreading up to the tips of your ears, but you feel the heat anyway. “No, no, I—I don’t. No.” You shake your head for emphasis, but Yizhuo looks at you with telling eyes.

“Sure, I believe you,” she says, completely meaning the opposite.

“I just—” you start, not really knowing how you feel. “Our whole set-up, it’s—it’s fake. He doesn’t feel the same. I don't even know why he kissed me—”

“He kissed you?!”

Before you have the chance to respond, your phone buzzes, drawing your attention thankfully away from your accidental reveal. It’s Heeseung. Great.

희승♡ there’s a party at sunghoon's, you wanna come? 14:23

ME when is it? 14:23 

희승♡ tonight @ 10 14:23

You look back up at the girls to find them staring at you with knowing smiles. It’s not hard for them to notice who you’re texting, or the way your eyes glint at the messenger.

“So,” you tell them. Yizhuo and Ryujin lean in, while Yunjin raises a curious brow. “Who wants to go to a party?”

Sunghoon’s house isn’t as grand, but it’s just as prepared for a party as Jay’s. Music blares into the driveway as you, Heeseung and the girls make your way to the door. Nobody is standing by it with a blunt, but the wide-open entrance is welcome enough.

“You guys go in,” you tell the girls, making a sign for them to not protest. They don’t, understanding your unspoken signal and heading inside. You turn back to Heeseung who looks more nervous than he’s known to be nonchalant. “Hey…”

“Hey,” he says back.

“It’s been a while.”

He hums, looking off to the cars spilling out into the street, nodding at nothing. “I’m sorry, I was, uh, busy,” he clarifies.

A chill passes between you, but you’re not so sure if it’s the wind or the awkward air. Either way, you’re happy to have brought a jacket to bury your hands in.

“You made up with your friends,” Heeseung notes suddenly.

“Yeah, we talked earlier.” He’s not going to bring up the kiss, you conclude, and neither are you. Maybe you can go on and forget it happened altogether. “We sorted it all out.”

Heeseung gives you a genuine, albeit small, smile. “That’s good.”

Scenes from the elevator rush through your mind. His hands around your waist, his lips against yours. The way it all felt, how consumed you were of him. How good it was. You blink it away and gesture to the door. “Should we…”

“Let’s go,” he says, then adds, “Kang Hana.”

You laugh. Okay, you think, we’re okay.

And with Heeseung by your side, the night is one to remember.

With the music ringing loudly throughout the house, after a few light drinks, you and Heeseung spend your time dancing with your hands on each other, rhythmically guiding each other to the melody. You almost forget there are other people in the room at all, closing your eyes and only thinking of the man holding you in his arms.

When the fourth or fifth song ends, you separate, only for him to run his hand down your arm to grab your hand on his own. He leads you to one of the rec rooms.

“There she is!” Yunjin’s drunken voice makes you giggle, the buzz getting to you, too.

“Hi, hi,” you tell her and the others.

Yizhuo is busy steadying her aim, holding onto a ping pong ball just past her nose with one closed eye, to greet you, but Ryujin waves sleepily from her place. She’s leaning against someone you recognize from one of her study groups. They nod to you, too.

“Hey,” Heeseung whispers, leaning into your ear.

You giggle at the feeling of his words against your skin. “Hey, back.”

“I’m gonna go get another drink, you want one?”

You nod eagerly, letting your fingers fiddle with his even as he begins to walk away. When he’s gone, your hands linger in the air for a moment more, missing the warmth of his hold.

Suddenly, the warmth comes back, though it’s different.

Turning around, you’re faced with Jay. “Can we talk?” he asks.

Wordlessly, you nod and let him guide you through the crowd of people to a more secluded area.

“What’s up?” You try to steady your voice, but it comes out higher pitched and perky out of instinct, still feeling the adrenaline of the buzz.

“Heeseung told me you wanted an ‘in’ at my dad’s firm?”

Your eyes light up. “Yes, yes I do!”

He chuckles at your excitement. “Well… I can give you his details so you can get into contact with him. I’m also technically not supposed to tell you this, but—” You lean in expectantly. “—they're picking out students for a co-op over the summer. Maybe I could put in a good word, slide your application at the top of the pile…”

“You can do that? Seriously!?”

“I can’t guarantee it’ll be with my father himself.” He raises his arms in defense. “But I can definitely get you some connections on the inside.”

Your hands come up to your mouth, holding it from going agape in honour. “Thank you, oh my God, thank you,” you repeat for good measure. “I can’t thank you enough.”

“Don’t worry about it.” The air shifts as he moves closer to you. Jay’s hand lands on the wall not far off from your head. He leans in, his breath tickling your skin, making your cheeks flush. “Maybe you could thank me by letting me take you out?”

For a moment, you’re frozen in your spot. How are you meant to react? Heeseung’s best friend hitting on you? What would happen if he saw? Wait, does it even matter? You’re not actually dating. Right?

But the elevator…

“Hey,” a familiar voice sounds from behind you. Heeseung steps forward, the lights of the party illuminating his features dimly. His face wears an uncharacteristic anger in his furrowed brows and hardened jaw. “Back off.”

Jay simply laughs, retracting his hand. “Why do you care,” he taunts.

You try to keep your composure. Jay hasn't been the nicest out of the group, but you never expected him to sound so mean.

You watch as Heeseung refuses to reply, not wanting to push Jay even more as he’s clearly too buzzed to have a coherent conversation. He tries to grab onto his arms and lead him away, but Jay’s quick to push them off.

“You don’t even like the girl,” Jay slurs.

Heeseung gets closer to him, grabbing his arm and talking into his face to make sure he listens. “You’re drunk, Jay, back off.”

Jay isn’t having it. He tosses his head back in a laugh. “Don’t tell me you actually fell for her?” he asks in a venomous tone. Your stomach churns as you watch their interaction. A smirk grows across his lips. “You owe me.”

“Fuck off.”

“What?” You weren’t going to step in, already feeling shaken up enough from tonight’s events. But Jay’s words ring in your mind. “What does he mean you owe him? What, what is he saying?”

Heeseung’s eyes lock with yours, pity and sadness ghosting his expression. “Y/N, I can explain—”

“We made a bet,” Jay cuts in. He shrugs Heeseung’s hands off of his shoulders. “He had to get any girl on campus to fall for him, leave her in the dust and watch her crawl back.” He turns to Heeseung with a mocking pout, his steps wobbling. He’s really drunk. “Doesn’t matter that she won’t come crawling back, ‘cause you’re too soft to leave her.”

“What’s your problem,” Heeseung shuts. “Are you jealous? That’s fucking low, even for you.”

You can’t even see him properly, your vision blurred in tears. Your breath catches in your throat as you want to say something to interrupt, come between. But you can’t even stand being by Heeseung right now. “A bet? This was all a bet?”

He turns to you quickly. “Y/N, please, let me explain.”

You shake your head, tears running down your cheek, surely ruining your mascara. “I have to go.”

Maybe it would make sense if you let him explain. Maybe he could somehow salvage the situation, but you can’t hear it. Not right now. Not after everything you’ve felt for him, everything you still feel for him despite the ache in your chest.

From behind you, Heeseung calls your name. “Wait, please!” You ignore him and run out of the house.

Your body shakes. “Should’ve brought a sweater..” you mumble bitterly. Then you remember that you did, but you left it inside. You also realize that you left all of your friends behind without a word. “And my phone,” you groan. You could easily turn back around and get them, but you’re already halfway down the road, you can even see your building in the distance.

It’s too humiliating to go back now, anyway.

How could I be so stupid? you think to yourself. Lee Heeseung, going out with you out of his own free will? Stupid. Impossible. Just a dumb fantasy. 

It starts to rain. You curse at the sky.

When you finally make it to your dorm, stumbling up the steps because of course the elevator still hasn’t been fixed, you go straight to bed without washing up. You’re too tired for this. And, you realize, you drank too much to care.

You try to fall asleep. You really do.

But your head keeps replaying Jay and Heeseung’s conversation. The way Heeseung lips parted when Jay revealed it all. The way he looked at you, begging for you to listen to him. It’s all stuck in your head and in fear of it following you into your dreams, your body refuses to fall asleep to ignore everything.

Just as you’re about to take your pillow and scream into it, you’re interrupted by the buzzing of your phone.

희승♡ i’m right outside your door 02:23

희승♡ you have every right to slam the door in my face 02:23

희승♡ or not open it at all 02:24

Staring at the messages, you bit your lip in consideration of your options.

You could, A. Not get up. Keep the door closed and never speak to Lee Heeseung ever again. Or, B. Get up, open the door and see what he has to say to explain himself. You’re liking the former, but your feet move on their own toward the entrance.

You lift yourself up to peer through the peephole. Heeseung is standing there, fidgeting anxiously in his stance. He looks from right to left a couple times, down to his phone, back up, and closes his eyes. After a deep breath, you watch him begin to walk backward, slowly.

Something snaps in you. You open the door.

His eyes widen at the sight of you. You’re probably still a mess, eyes red from crying paired with tear-stained cheeks and running mascara. You don’t even want to begin to picture the state of your hair. Yet, he looks at you in awe. “Hi,” he whispers.

“Hi,” you whisper back.

Wordlessly, you step back to motion for him to come in.

Heeseung follows you onto the couch, where you sit down to look past the TV in front of you and stare at a blank space on the wall. You feel his eyes on you.

“I’m sorry,” he then says.

You don’t reply.

“I don’t expect you to forgive me,” he starts again. “But can I tell you everything from the start? I need you to know what really happened. Then, you can go on to hate me.”

I don’t hate you, you want to say. You don’t speak, nodding for him to go on.

Ironically, considering he was drunk out of his mind, Heeseung remembers the moment he got your call.

He and the boys were hanging at Sunghoon’s, originally just planning on playing video games and getting high, but then Sunghoon mentioned his dad’s stash. “Whiskey and lemonade, anyone? Rum and coke? Dirty Shirley? If you’re feeling creative,”

Who was Heeseung to deny?

And so, soon enough, they were drunk enough to forget the weight on their shoulders and act more carefreely. This is when Jay decided to come up with a brilliant idea.

“So we all know Heeseung’s a whore—”

“Hey,” he interrupted. “I haven’t gotten some in, like, four months.”

Jay laughed, taking another swig of his drink. He grimaced as the liquid burned down his throat. “You’ve basically fucked half of the campus, but it’s always one night and that’s it.” Heeseung nodded, not sure where he was going with this. “Bet you can’t get someone to fall in love, or some shit.”

He couldn’t help but raise a brow challengingly. “What? You think someone wouldn’t fall for me if I gave them flowers and took them out?”

“Have you ever even actually dated?”

The answer was yes. Technically. If you count middle school relationships. Otherwise, fine, he’ll admit to himself that he hasn’t ever dated anyone seriously. That’s just ‘cause he hasn’t found anyone he’s really interested that he knows would be into him, too.

Of course, there was you. You were the first person he ever fell head over heels for. Heeseung didn’t even know he was capable of falling so hard, but he did.

Though you would never like him back. You’ve already confirmed it.

So, Heeseung clapped his hands determinedly. “You wanna bet on it?”

But before Jay could answer, his phone rang.

The contact felt familiar—Note Giver—but his mind couldn’t register. “Hello,” he said confusedly.

Some commotion on the other side took him by surprise.

“Um… Who is this?” Sunghoon looked at him curiously, wondering what could’ve interrupted their moment.

The girl, he presumed, on the other side hesitated for a moment. There was more noise before she said: “This is… Hana…”

“Hana?”

“Kang. Kang Hana,” the girl clarified. Y/N. He finally realized it was you. “We met at the, uh, party last Friday. At Jay’s.”

Heeseung considered your words, wondering where you were going with this. At the same time, he accidentally spilled his drink. “Shit,” he whispered away from his phone. Sunghoon tossed him a towel with a big smile on his face. When the mess was mostly cleaned, Heeseung brought the phone back to his ear, cleaning the rest of it with his other hand. “Kang Hana.”

“Yeah, we had a good time together, didn’t we?”

He paused. “I guess,” he said slowly. He wanted to have a little fun with this, listen to your voice a little longer. “Can you remind me?”

You began to tell the tale about your supposed encounter, spinning the story into something that genuinely impressed Heeseung. Every now and then, he hummed, trying to suppress a laugh at your creativity. He doesn’t even want to know why this was happening.

“I’m so sorry, I left you in the dirt and—” Your voice was cut off by a squeal, shocking him.

“Woah!” he yelped, pulling the phone away once again. Jay couldn’t hold his laugh at Heeseung’s reaction.

“Who is it,” he asked.

Heeseung didn’t miss a beat before responding without really thinking. “Y/N.”

He practically hears your heart drop. “You knew it was me?”

“Obviously,” he replied with a chuckle. “Took me a second, I’m a little tipsy, haha.” He didn’t want to throw you off by admitting he was more than buzzed, so he told a white lie. As long as he was coherent enough to have a conversation, he thought it was fine.

“Oh, am I interrupting?”

“You’re never a bother, babe.”

Why did I say that? Maybe he’s more drunk than he thought. It just slipped past his lips, he doesn’t know why. Were his fantasies meshing with reality that he couldn’t help himself? Heeseung tries not to watch Jay’s face morph into something mischievous.

“Huh,” you said, which made Heeseung cringe.

Jay mouthed something in his direction. He tried to read it, but it must've been something along the lines of “Her. She’s the girl.”

Heeseung knew what he meant and mentally hurled the empty chair to his right at him. Back to the phone conversation, he tried to change the subject. “Are you with the girls?”

You told him you were, and he took this as an opening.

As much as he wanted to keep talking with you, since it’s been so long, he needed to get away from this conversation to recover from the embarrassing slip-up. “I don’t want to keep you if you’re having fun. Text me later though, okay?” God, when does he stop talking?

You confusedly told him “Okay?” before you cut the call.

He was already typing a message to apologize to you for his behaviour, but Jay was already telling him to play along with it some more. The bet was on and he decided that you were going to be the girl.

Heeseung felt a knot form in his stomach.

“I should’ve just come clean when we met at the café, but I didn’t. I’m sorry.” He ends his retelling at that, you fill in the rest with your mind.

You’re not sure what to say. You have so many questions and comments spiralling in your mind, where do you even start? “There was never a girl?”

“No… Just you.”

Stuttering, you just have to ask. “Why me?”

“Jay told me to go for you, said it would be a challenge. I was stupid enough to go along with it. I can’t tell you how sorry I am, I wanted to tell you the truth, but I… I really like you, Y/N, I didn’t think you’d want to be with me if you knew the truth.”

“You called me babe.” Is all you say.

“What?”

“On call. The first time. You called me babe. I thought that was you playing your role.”

Heeseung lets out a shaky sigh that sounds more like a breathy laugh. “I was drunk,” he explains. “And I…” You look at him expectantly. “I’ve liked you since we met, and I guess it slipped up ‘cause I wasn’t thinking clearly.”

This shocks you. You blink up at him. “Since we met?”

“Well, pretty much.” He rubs the base of his neck awkwardly. “Obviously you’re really pretty, but it was more than that. You were always the first in class. You only answered the professor when no one else would, even though you definitely always knew the answer. You’re so well spoken, too.” You blush at his words. You never realized he had been so observant. You never thought anyone would notice so much about you.

However, you shake your head. “But you never said anything?” This truly astounds you. The everknown Lee Heeseung never made a move to even at least try to be with you. You can’t even know if you would’ve said no to him because well… he’s him. If you knew him the way you know him now, you know you would’ve said yes in a heartbeat.

“Remember what I told you about the girl I liked?” You nod. “You’re her.”

You furrow your brows. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Last semester, I went to one of the campus parties and you were there. You were drunk out of your mind,” he laughs. Oh, God, he remembers, too? “At first I was just admiring this new side of you. So carefree and so unapologetically you.” His eyes glint at the memory. You can almost see it replaying in your head. Almost because you truly can’t remember much of that night. “And then you ran off to the bathroom at some point ‘cause you got sick. I followed you to make sure you were alright, but you pushed me away.

“You told me to fuck off ‘cause you didn’t want to sleep with me. You called me a player and said you didn’t want to get roped up in that, or something. I think you insulted me some more, but your words were kind of all mashed together.” You flush. “I left you alone, but made sure to get your friends to check on you. And, I don’t know, I kind of lost interest in hooking up with random people after that.”

Your eyebrows raise, impressed. “You quit cold turkey?” He nods. “For me?”

He nods again.

“Wow… You really like me?”

“Y/N, I think I’m in love with you.”

You find yourself teetering on the edge of disbelief and joy, uncertain about how to respond to this unexpected revelation. Heeseung looks at you with such tenderness that you’ve never had directed toward you, to which your heart flutters with warmth.

His eyes shift from adoration to concern as you sit there in shock for a moment. “I know you probably don’t like me back, but—” he starts, but you don’t let him finish.

Driven by a surge of emotions, you lean in, pressing your lips against his.

As you kiss him this time, there’s a greater sense of assurance. Your first kiss carried an air of uncertainty, with both of you unsure about each other’s feelings. The way you felt when pulling away left your stomach in knots, thoughts of insecurities and worries running through your mind.

You let go of your hesitation, now, focusing solely on this moment. The way your lips connect to his, the way he smiles into the kiss and the way you pull away to look at him with telling eyes.

“I love you, Kang Hana,” Heeseung tells you.

You reply with a laughing smile. “I love you, too, Lee Heeseung.”

A ringing phone blares in your ear early in the morning. You groan, eyelids barely awake since even the sun hasn't come up yet. “Hello,” you mumble into the receiver. “Um… Who is this?”

You recognize the chuckle from the other side. Suddenly, you’re much more awake. “I’m sorry, Love, did I wake you?”

“No! No—” you scramble but are cut off by a yawn. Heeseung laughs softly again. “Yes, you did, but that's okay. Why're you calling so early? How are you even up?”

“I couldn't sleep.” Then, he adds more teasingly. “Not without you.”

You can practically hear the wink he sends.

“I wanted to watch the sunrise, and then I thought that maybe you’d want to watch it with me?” He says it like a question, as if he's not sure. You shake your head even though you know he can't see it. “Maybe I should've thought this through…”

A giggle escapes your lips without warning. “It’s fine, Heeseung. How about you come over and we’ll watch it by my window? Unless you have a spot?”

He hums assuredly. “No, no, I was just gonna watch it from mine, too. I’m actually, uh, already inside your building.”

He’s so ridiculous. You laugh to yourself before telling him to come up—You unlock the door, only for him to appear right on the other side as you do it.

“Hi,” you tell him with a bright smile despite your tired eyes.

“Hi,” he replies quietly.

You’re lucky your window is facing the east, with little to nothing blocking your view from the clear bluish-orange morning sky, aside from some trees, but they only add to the landscape. The sunrise is beautiful, but you conclude that Heeseung is much more beautiful, especially with the way his eyes reflect the sun rays that hit through your window.

For a moment, you shut your eyes to appreciate the heat of the rays. “Beautiful,” Heeseung murmurs.

And when you open your eyes, you realize he’s looking at you.

[i2sunric]

𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍’𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 (l.hs)

p.s. ─────── ୨ৎ ────── i already did

PAIRING: boss!heeseung x employee!reader (f)

SUMMARY: who knew an email sent in a moment of range could spark a burning desire between you and your boss?

WARNINGS: 95% smut 5% plot. fingering, dirty talk, reader is burnout, semi public sex, oral (m receiving), blowjob, p in v, unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willy), sex while on the phone, pool sex (not really narrated), missionary, riding, creampie, office sex; fluff, established relationship, reader wears a tiny bikini, lmk if more. NOT PROOFREAD.

PUBLISHED: 28th June 2025

WC: 9.4k

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a/n: i’m so fucking sleepy i just wan to go to bed but hey! i’ve been dead on this app for sometime so lemme drop this. hope y’all like it and please LIKE & REBLOG to share + lmk your thoughts 🩷🩷 (enjoy my calligraphy in the picture).

It was one of those days.

The kind where your inbox filled up faster than you could breathe, the phones wouldn’t stop ringing, and the breakroom coffee had been left to die a slow, cold death in the pot since 8 a.m.

You hadn’t even had a chance to take more than two sips of yours— barely enough to take the edge off the brutal headache crawling behind your eyes.

Noon had come and gone, and your lunch sat forgotten in your drawer, untouched and already lukewarm.

You rubbed at your temples as you stared at the latest email that had just come in from her again— your personal tormentor for the past three weeks.

Mrs. Kim.

There she was, requesting the same impossible order you had already refused.

Not once. Not twice. Eight goddamn times.

You counted them.

You explained patiently and then less patiently that the items she wanted were discontinued, had been discontinued for two fiscal years now, and were no longer in the company’s catalogue.

You linked her to alternatives. You CC’d the product manager. You called her, even, and yet here she was again—

"Dear,

Following up again. I don't understand why this is taking so long. I’m requesting the original order from 2021. Can you process this today?"

That was it. The last thread of your patience snapped.

Your fingers flew across the keyboard, possessed, every keystroke a satisfying clack of indignation.

You didn’t care.

You were soaked in stress and caffeine and the fading hope of ever having a quiet afternoon.s

"Mrs. Kim,

For the last time: we do not carry that product anymore. I have told you this eight times. Eight. I don’t know if you’re ignoring me on purpose or just incapable of reading full sentences, but either way, I’m not wasting any more time repeating myself. Maybe go get yourself checked.

You are welcome to refer to the updated catalogue I sent you four emails ago. If that’s too difficult, I’d be more than happy to point you to someone who does have time to coddle unreasonable requests.

Kindly, please, stop emailing me about this.

— Y/N"

You clicked "Send" with a sense of righteous satisfaction.

A victorious breath left your lungs as you leaned back in your chair, folding your arms.

It wasn’t until ten minutes later that you saw the reply ping.

And then you saw who it was from.

Lee Heeseung

— Re: Mrs. Kim order.

Your blood turned to ice.

You forgot.

You completely forgot about the BCC—the default blind courtesy copy to your boss, a setting meant for transparency, accountability, and gentle professional oversight.

You’d set it up months ago during performance review season and then never gave it a second thought.

You clicked on the thread like you were opening your own coffin lid.

"Hi Y/N

Well… that was certainly a passionate response.

I think she noted on the product being discontinued.

Let’s circle back to this client later. maybe I can take over if needed.

For now, step away from your inbox and grab a coffee. Deep breaths. :)

— Heeseung"

Your stomach dropped so fast it might as well have hit the basement.

He didn’t even sound mad. That was the worst part. There wasn’t a single reprimand, not even a passive-aggressive comment.

He was giving you a chance to fix it yourself.

You stared at the screen for another full minute, then slowly stood, your legs weak as you grabbed your employee badge and took the elevator upstairs.

The executive floor was always eerily quiet compared to the chaos below.

Carpeted hallways absorbed all sound, and the scent of fresh espresso floated from the machine that Heeseung insisted on using himself every morning— never the breakroom sludge.

You walked past the glass meeting rooms, the sleek decor, until you reached the wide double doors that marked his corner office.

You paused. Knocked.

"Come in," came the voice. low, smooth, always relaxed in a way that somehow made it more intimidating.

You pushed the door open and stepped in, trying to keep your posture from crumpling into guilt.

Heeseung sat behind his desk, blazer off, sleeves rolled, laptop open. His eyes flicked up to you.

"Hey," he said, not unkindly. "Surprised you didn’t run straight to the fire escape."

You swallowed. “I… I’m so sorry, sir.”

His brow arched slightly, and he leaned back in his chair, folding his hands on the edge of the desk.

He didn’t say anything right away. Just waited, giving you enough silence to make your own words echo back at you.

“I didn’t mean for it to go out like that,” you rushed, nervous now, your throat tight. “I was just so— so overwhelmed, and she’s been driving me insane for weeks, and I know that’s no excuse, I just… I completely forgot the BCC was still on. I wasn’t trying to be unprofessional… well, okay, I was, a little, but I didn’t mean for you to see it, and that’s not better, I know, but—”

"Take a breath," he interrupted gently.

You did.

Inhale. Exhale.

He tilted his head, looking at you with a calm you were desperately trying to borrow.

"You clearly didn’t mean for me to see it," he said with a hint of dry humor. "That was obvious by the way you said, ‘incapable of reading full sentences.’"

You winced. “I know. I know, I’m so sorry, that was… I was just frustrated.”

"Yeah, I got that part loud and clear." He smiled faintly. "You know, if you’d added one more insult, I think the server might’ve flagged your email as harassment."

You dropped your face into your hands. “Oh my god.”

He laughed quietly.

It wasn’t cruel.

It was soft. Understanding.

Which only made the heat crawl up your neck worse.

"I’m not mad," he said, and you looked up, cautiously.

He stood, walking slowly around the desk to lean against the edge.

His arms folded casually across his chest as he looked at you.

"I’ve seen worse. Much worse. Hell, I’ve sent worse. You’re not the first employee to lose it on a client who doesn’t listen, and I doubt you’ll be the last."

"That doesn’t make it okay," you murmured.

"No, it doesn’t. But it makes it human. And it tells me you care enough to be pissed.”

That surprised you. You blinked up at hiem.

He ran a hand through his hair and sighed. "I don’t need perfection. I need people whoho get frustrated when things go wrong. But I also need people who can recognize when they’ve gone too far and come up to say what you just did."

You looked at the floor. “Still… I should’ve handled it better. She might report me.”

"She might," he agreed, not sugarcoating it. "But I’ll handle it if she does. I’ve got your back."

You swallowed hard. His voice was calm, but firm. Final. He meant it.

"Thank you," you said quietly. "Really."

"You’re welcome. And hey…" He pushed off the desk, walking toward the espresso machine behind him. "You didn’t have lunch yet, did you?"

Your stomach growled traitorously. He glanced over his shoulder and grinned.

"Didn’t think so. I’m ordering in. You’re having a rough day, so I’ll let you pick the place."

You blinked at him. “Are you… rewarding me for that email?”

He smirked. "No. I’m rewarding you for surviving the week without quitting or combusting, consider it a boss’s mercy."

You laughed, finally, the tension bleeding from your shoulders.

He handed you his phone with the food apps already open, the glow of the screen warm against your palm.

And as you scrolled through the options, still feeling the flush of embarrassment under your skin, you thought— maybe it wasn’t the worst day after all.

☆.

Today was the worst day.

It had already gone to hell by the time it hit 6:45 p.m.

You were the last person left on your floor. again.

The office was a graveyard of abandoned coffee cups and empty swivel chairs, the windows dim with evening light as the sun dragged itself under the horizon.

Everyone else had mysteriously developed urgent appointments or nonexistent deadlines that somehow meant they couldn’t stay late to help with the mountain of archival reports dumped unceremoniously onto your desk.

You were hungry.

Tired.

Your back ached from leaning over outdated filing codes, and your fingers were permanently smudged with printer toner and dust.

Your last message in the team group chat asking “anyone still around to help scan the last batch?” had been left on read.

Of course it had.

You swore under your breath, stuffing another stack into the ancient office printer that had already groaned at you three times.

The stupid thing was older than your internship

. It made this grinding, death-rattle sound every time you asked it to scan anything double-sided. You were halfway through cursing at it when the overhead lights flickered once.

Twice.

And then the power cut out completely.

A sharp click of darkness. Then silence.

You stood frozen in place, fingers still on the edge of a document feeder. A beat passed. Then another.

You stared into the void, blinking, the only sound the faint tik-tik-tik of the unplugged printer slowly powering down like it was dying dramatically in your arms.

You sighed. “You have got to be kidding me.”

You waited. Surely the backup would kick in.

It didn’t.

The battery emergency lights flicked on around the hallway, casting everything in a soft red glow like the inside of a submarine.

Your entire floor looked apocalyptic.

It would’ve been funny if you weren’t thirty pages away from finishing and aching to get home.

"This is so stupid," you muttered to yourself. You paced around your desk, cracked your knuckles, and then, because the universe clearly had it out for you, tripped slightly on a cable.

You whirled around, eyes narrowing at the printer like it had personally insulted your intelligence.

You weren’t usually violent, but something about the whole day had ignited a very specific brand of frustration in your chest— the kind that made you want to break things. Or cry. Or both.

So when the lights buzzed for a brief second and the printer beeped at you with a snide error code for the fifth time in a row, you snapped.

“Alright, you boxy little demon,” you hissed. “Let’s dance.”

You kicked it.

You meant it to be symbolic. A warning. An expression of just how done you were.

Unfortunately, your foot caught the corner of the machine.

And because karma is very real and very punctual, your boot slid awkwardly through the paper tray, lodging itself inside the machine with a humiliating clunk.

“Shit,” you whispered, staggering forward and grabbing the desk for balance. “No, no— come on.”

You tugged. Nothing.

You yanked harder..

“Are you kidding me?” you groaned, now bent awkwardly sideways over the printer, one foot completely jammed in the lower tray, arms flailing for something to grab.

The evil machine wobbled, and you grabbed it to keep from tipping it over, your hair falling into your face as you tried to wiggle your leg free.

The overhead lights snapped back on all at once.

Power returned with an electric hum.

Machines came alive. Computers rebooted.

The lights flickered to life overhead like judgmental gods bearing witness.

And at that exact moment, you heard a door open down the hall.

You froze.

Slow footsteps. Leather shoes on carpet.

You knew that walk. You’d memorized it over the last few months without meaning to— those long, easy strides. That quiet confidence.

Lee Heeseung.

Of course he was still here. Of course he chose now to emerge from his corner office.

You tried to untangle yourself, but the paper tray refused to budge, your boot stuck in such a cursed angle you briefly considered removing your entire leg.

Heeseung’s voice was much too close when he finally spoke.

“…Am I interrupting something?”

You froze, eyes wide.

You didn’t even need to look at him to hear the amusement dripping off every syllable.

“I—” You cleared your throat. “No. I mean, yes. I mean— I’m fine.”

you finally risked a glance up… and there he was, standing a few feet away in his usual dress shirt and slacks, sleeves rolled halfway to his elbows, tie loose, a sleek laptop tucked under one arm.

His dark hair fell across his forehead in a way that was just unfair. And he was smiling. Very clearly trying not to laugh, but smiling.

“Should I even ask how this happened?” he said, gesturing vaguely at the situation.

You, half-folded over a printer like a modern art sculpture. One foot swallowed alive by outdated office equipment.

You groaned and dropped your head against the top of the machine. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

He chuckled under his breath, moving forward. “Alright.”

Your head snapped up. “Really? You’re not gonna ask why I did this?”

He raised an eyebrow. “It’s clear you have some anger management issues.”

You blinked at him. Well, he ain’t wrong.

He crouched down beside the printer, setting his laptop carefully on the floor. “Let me take a look, don’t move.”

“Oh yeah,” you deadpanned. “I’ve got so many options.”

He shot you a grin. “Careful. Keep being cute and I might leave you here.”

You flushed, instantly. “Sorry, Sir.”

“What?” he said, clearly enjoying this too much. “I’m just saying, I’ve never had an employee try to merge with office machinery before. It’s a new milestone.”

You buried your face in your hands as he gently maneuvered the paper tray open from the opposite side, humming softly to himself.

“Alright,” he said after a moment. “I see the problem.”

“Is it me?”

“Mostly.” He grinned, grabbing onto the corner of the tray and wiggling it slightly. “But also, this machine is trash. You were absolutely justified in assaulting it.”

You bit back a laugh. “Don’t tell HR.”

“HR’s gone home. And besides, I’m the one you report to.”

You paused. “So you’re saying I could commit minor office crimes and get away with it?”

He glanced up at you from under his lashes, dark eyes amused. “I’m saying if anyone’s going to report you, it won’t be me.”

The tray finally released with a snap, and your boot came free all at once, nearly sending you toppling backward. Heeseung caught your arm before you could fall, his grip warm and steady.

“There we go,” he said, helping you balance. “Foot intact?”

“Barely,” you mumbled, brushing your hair out of your face. You looked down at your scuffed boot, then back up at him. “I think we might need a new printer.”

He smirked. “I think you need a break.”

You hesitated. The words hit harder than they should’ve.

Because he was right.

You’d been drowning lately, taking on every overflow task, every weekend shift, picking up the slack whenever someone else dropped the ball.

You hadn’t complained. Not out loud.

But your body was exhausted, your head full of static, and your foot was living proof that you were about five seconds from completely losing your mind.

Heeseung must’ve seen it in your face, because his expression softened.

“Hey,” he said gently. “You don’t have to keep doing everything on your own.”

You looked away. “It’s fine. Everyone’s busy. I can handle it.”

“Just because you can doesn’t mean you should.”

There was a silence. A long one. He stepped a little closer.

“I’ve been watching you,” he said softly. “Not in a creepy way— just… I see how hard you work. How you take on more than you’re asked to, how you stay late every night, even when it’s not your responsibility. You think that goes unnoticed?”

You swallowed. “It’s not a big deal.”

“It is to me,” he said. “You don’t have to burn yourself out to prove you belong here.”

The words hung between you, heavy and warm and real.

You finally looked up at him and found him already watching you, his gaze steady, thoughtful.

You felt something in your chest shift. Something small, quiet, and undeniable.

Heeseung smiled gently. “Come on, I’ll buy you dinner, you’ve earned it.”

You blinked. “You’re bribing me with food.”

“I’m rescuing you from this cursed printer,” he corrected. “It’s part of the job description.”

You laughed, a real one this time, and let him lead you away from the graveyard of scanned archives and haunted machinery.

His hand brushed yours as you walked side by side out of the office, and neither of you moved away.

☆.

You hadn’t expected anything beyond some greasy takeout and maybe a few jokes to soften the edge of your embarrassment.

But somewhere between the second round of dumplings and Heeseung trying to guess what playlist you put on when you're really mad, something shifted.

You found yourself laughing more easily than you had in weeks.

He was funny in a sly, dry sort of way— casual but sharp, with this low warmth in his voice that made everything he said sound like it had a double meaning.

Not that he was flirting.

Not exactly.

But there was something in the way his eyes lingered on yours a second too long after every shared joke, something in the way his thumb brushed too casually along the rim of his cup when you took a sip of yours and left a glossed fingerprint behind

And you weren’t exactly not leaning in when he talked.

When you came back to the building, it was after an hour, There was a kind of stillness that made your footsteps echo across the marble floors and made the flicker of vending machine lights look cinematic.

He’d offered, half-jokingly, to let you finish up your work in his office, because his A/C actually functioned, and his desk chair didn’t creak like it was on the verge of collapse.

You said yes. Obviously.

Heeseung unlocked his door and held it open for you.

His office smelled faintly like citrus, due to the candle lit in the corner, and something a little woodsy, probably the cologne that clung to his shirtsleeves.

The overhead lights were dimmed low, and the view from the floor-to-ceiling windows behind his desk stretched out into the city, glittering in the dark.

You stepped in and paused, suddenly aware that you were somewhere very personal. It was tidy, precise.

You turned to thank him, but he was already watching you from the doorway, his hands in his pockets.

“Take the desk,” he said, smiling softly. “I won’t even be mad if you kick it.”

You smirked and dropped your bag onto the guest chair. “Don’t tempt me.”

He moved past you, loosening his tie the rest of the way and tossing it onto the coat rack.

The click of his laptop followed, and then music— something R&B and low enough that it almost felt like background noise to the silence around you.

You settled behind his desk, relishing the cool burst of air from the functioning A/C vent. The chair was absurdly comfortable.

You kicked off your boots and leaned back with a soft sigh of relief.

“Better?” he asked from his corner.

You nodded. “Miles better. I might not leave.”

He raised a brow. “Is that a threat or a promise?”

There it was again— that something.

just enough weight behind the words to make you pause. His voice had dropped half a note lower.

You reached for the folder you’d been working on earlier that you brought there, suddenly conscious of the faint buzz under your skin.

You tried to focus on your work, but your mind kept slipping.

The room was warm now, and so was the space between you, too heavy with something unsaid. Every glance he gave you seemed a little longer, like he was debating something in real time.

You looked up from the folder and found him leaning against the edge of the window, arms folded, watching you.

“You’re different when you’re not in the middle of a crisis,” he said.

You blinked. “What do you mean?”

“You’re quieter, but in a good way. Like you finally have room to breathe.”

Your heart gave a small, unwanted flutter. “Is that your way of saying I’m usually too stressed out to function?”

“No.” He stepped closer. “It’s my way of saying I like seeing you like this.”

The space between you collapsed by inches.

He was standing just on the other side of the desk now, one hand resting lightly on the polished wood, eyes locked on yours.

The city lights outside were a soft blur behind him. Your breath caught, stuck in your chest.

“Heeseung…” you started, uncertain. Because somewhere between fries and dumplings, he gave uou the green light to call him by his first name.

“I’m not trying to mess with you,” he said softly, cutting you off without force. “But I’d be lying if I said I haven’t been thinking about this… about you.”

You swallowed. The tension had shifted into something tangible now.

It pooled in your belly, a tightness threaded with heat. You felt it in the curl of your toes against the carpet, in the quick, darting beat of your pulse.

“I wasn’t sure if I was imagining it,” you murmured.

“You weren’t.”

You stood slowly, the chair gliding back with a soft scrape.

He didn’t touch you yet.

“I meant what I said,” he said, voice low and even. “I’ve seen how much you carry. You work so damn hard, and no one ever makes space for you to just be. I want to do that, even if it’s just for tonight.”

There was something deeply sincere in his voice. Like this wasn’t just wanted. It was something more careful. Something he’d been holding back.

You stepped into his space, breathing shallow, and said, “Then show me.”

The moment he touched you, it was with a reverence that made your knees weak.

His fingers grazed your jaw, tilting your face up.

He paused, just long enough to make sure— long enough to let you lean in first. And when you did, he kissed you like he meant it. Like he’d been waiting.

His mouth was warm and slow against yours, lips parting gently, breath mingling. His hands found your waist, grounding and sure, pulling you closer.

You curled your fingers into the collar of his shirt, the soft cotton warm from his skin. He deepened the kiss gradually, coaxing you into it, tasting the hesitation out of your mouth until you melted into him.

When you finally broke apart, you were breathless.

He leaned his forehead against yours. “Still okay?”

You nodded. “More than okay.”

“Good,” he murmured. “Because I’m not done.”

He walked you backward toward the desk, hands steady on your waist, until you were pressed against the wood.

He kissed your neck softly, then more deliberately, leaving a slow trail to your collarbone as his hands skimmed under the hem of your blouse.

You gasped when his fingers touched your skin, warm and unhurried, exploring every inch like he wanted to memorize it.

You reached for his belt, nerves trembling with anticipation.

He caught your wrist gently “Let me take care of you,” he said, voice like velvet.

You nodded.

He moved with purpose now, pulling your blouse off with a soft sound of approval, eyes dark as they raked over you.

He leaned you back over his desk, fingers gliding down your hips, lifting you slightly onto the surface. The wood was cool under your thighs, the air sharp against your skin.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

His mouth returned to yours with renewed urgency, hands trailing over every curve, every line, until you were sighing against him, your fingers tangled in his hair.

When he finally undressed you fully, it wasn’t rushed.

It was deliberate. Worshipful.

He pressed kisses to the inside of your thighs, your hips, your ribs, like he was chasing every sigh that left your mouth.

And when his hands finally slipped lower, when his fingers teased and stroked and coaxed you into a slow, building pleasure, you arched under him, gasping his name.

“Heeseung— oh—”

He smirked, slipping a finger inside you, and then a second one.

You were so worked up already, your thighs trembling around his waist as he pressed kisses on your neck.

“Fuck,” you sighed, “Faster.”

“Milady.” he complied, hurrying his fingers, curling them right where you needed them.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered. “Let me hear you, let go.”

And you did.

You came undone with your back arched off his desk and his name on your lips.

Later, as he tucked you into his chair with your shirt back on and a glass of water in your hand, he knelt beside you, brushing your hair gently from your face.

“Still okay?” he asked again, voice soft.

You nodded, eyes fluttering closed. “Better than okay.”

He smiled, his thumb brushing your cheek.

“I meant it, you know,” he murmured. “Whatever happens after this— I want to be the one who makes space for you.”

You reached for his hand, lacing your fingers through his.

“I think you already are.”

☆.

It had started with an email. And it continued with an email now too.

You were half-conscious, running on your second cup of coffee and buried in quarterly reports, when your inbox pinged with that familiar chime.

Most emails in your morning queue were mind-numbing— reminders from admin, updates on broken copy machines, requests to “circle back” on things that no one ever wanted to circle forward in the first place.

But this one was from Heeseung.

The subject line read:

urgent file request – please review ASAP

Your stomach twisted the way it always did now when his name popped up on your screen. A quiet, breathless little flip.

You clicked it open, expecting a report or some scanned doc he wanted reviewed.

Instead, you found:

From: Lee Heeseung

To: You

Subject: urgent file request – please review ASAP

Can you come to my office and check if the file I’m thinking about is tucked between your thighs?

Might need to examine it closely.

Very closely.

– H.

You nearly choked on your coffee.

Heat rushed to your cheeks and your neck as you jerked your head up— he was in his office, of course.

Glass walls, the blinds open. He was pretending to be on a call, holding the phone to his ear, nodding, totally composed.

But when your eyes met his, he winked.

The phone probably wasn’t even on.

You sunk a little lower in your chair, your thighs tightening automatically.

That look he gave you set off a ripple down your spine.

It had been three weeks since the first time he pulled you across that desk and showed you just how good things could feel.

Since then, everything between you had changed.

You still worked. Still got things done.

but now, when he passed by your desk, he let his fingers brush your shoulder a little too casually. When he asked you to stay late for “filing,” the door always locked behind you. And now, apparently, he was taking it to email.

You typed back before you could second-guess it:

From: You

To: Lee Heeseung

Subject: RE: urgent file request – please review ASAP

Sorry, that file is confidential. You’ll have to check with your hands. or tongue.

I’m available in five.

— Y/N

You slipped into his office with a folder in your hands purely for cover.

He was seated behind his desk, jacket off, shirt sleeves rolled up to his forearms. The city glared behind him in the afternoon light, and his laptop was open— but he barely glanced at it when you stepped inside.

He leaned back, dark eyes dragging over you from head to toe.

“Lock the door,” he said quietly.

You did. And closed the curtains for privacy.

When you turned back around, he was already on his feet. He crossed the room in a few slow steps, standing in front of you, taking the folder out of your hands and setting it blindly on the shelf.

He cupped your face, tilting it up, and kissed you without hesitation.

It was slow at first, teasing— his lips soft, mouth coaxing yours open as if he had all the time in the world.

You sighed into it, your hands going instinctively to his waist, curling into the soft cotton of his shirt.

The kiss deepened, his tongue stroking over yours, and you whimpered softly when he slid a hand down your back and pressed you against the door.

“Lord,” he murmured, mouth brushing against yours, “you taste like cinnamon today.”

You swallowed hard. “Too much coffee.”

“Perfect amount,” he whispered, and kissed you again.

He backed you toward his desk, trailing kisses from your mouth to your jaw, down the line of your neck.

Your hands fumbled with his buttons, needing him closer, needing something to fill the ache that had been growing ever since that first email.

When he sat down in his desk chair, he pulled you into his lap without asking.

You straddled him, your skirt already hiked up. His hands settled on your thighs, slow and warm, thumbs stroking upward.

“You always get so worked up when I tease you,” he murmured against your ear. “You like getting those emails?”

You nodded, breath hitching. “You’re going to get me fired.”

He laughed softly, low in his throat. “No one’s firing you. Not when you do such a good job to me.”

You kissed him again and rocked forward just enough to hear the sharp inhale he tried to swallow down.

His grip on your hips tightened. You could feel him through his slacks, warm and firm beneath you, and the pressure of your body against his made your skin feel hot all over.

He tried to pull your blouse open, but you caught his wrist.

“Let me,” you said, voice just above a whisper.

His breath stilled.

You slipped off his lap, slowly, sinking down between his legs.

His brows lifted, mouth parted, but he didn’t say a word.

Just leaned back in the chair, eyes locked on yours, pupils blown wide with heat.

You reached for his belt with shaking hands, fingers slow and deliberate.

The clink of metal filled the quiet room, followed by the soft drag of his zipper. Heeseung exhaled hard when you brushed him through his boxers, already hot, already thick.

“You’ve been thinking about this all day, haven’t you?” you said, looking up at him as you lowered his waistband.

He let out a breathy laugh, voice tight. “Are you really going to make me beg?”

You smiled.

“No.”

And then you took him in your mouth.

He groaned instantly, his hips twitching up, one hand flying to your hair but stopping short of gripping it.

Always waiting for you to take the lead. Always making sure.

You hollowed your cheeks, taking him deeper, tongue gliding along the underside, savoring the weight and heat of him. He cursed, low and raw, his other hand tightening around the edge of the chair.

“Fuck—” he breathed. “You’re too good at this.”

You hummed around him in response, and he shuddered.

The thrill of having him like this, head tipped back, jaw clenched, breath uneven, sent sparks through your veins.

His thighs flexed under your palms, and when you looked up at him, his eyes were half-lidded and glazed, locked on you like you were the only thing keeping him from falling apart.

“Baby, wait—” he said suddenly, voice cracking. “You keep going like that, an I’m not gonna last.”

You pulled back slowly, your mouth wet, lips swollen. “Isn’t that the point?”

He blinked hard, laughing breathlessly, and pulled you to your feet.

“I’m going to owe you for that,” he said, voice rough, still out of breath.

You climbed back onto his lap, letting him tug you close. His hands found your hips again, holding you there like he never wanted to let go.

“You already do,” you whispered against his mouth.

And when he kissed you this time, it was slower. Deeper.

Less urgent, more full. Like he wasn’t just thanking you with his mouth, but promising something.

His fingers slipped beneath your skirt again, and this time you didn’t stop him.

He pulled your panties to the side and you sank down on him with a sigh.

“Holy shit,” he groaned, already thrusting up into you “You feel like heaven, baby,”

You hummed, already squeezing around him “You’re so big.” you murmured, resting your head in the crook of his neck.

You felt him twitch inside you “You can’t say things like that.”

Heeseung glanced at the clock on the wall. “We have three more minutes before someone gets suspicious.”

“Then you better hurry.” as those words left your lips, Heeseung thrusted up fast and hard, chasing both of your highs.

He planted a hand on your mouth and held your waist with the other, so tight a bruise would probably form the following day.

You squeezed your eyes shut as white washed over you, a particular deep thrust getting you over the edge, tightening to the point of pain around him.

“Fuck.” he groaned and pulled out to jerk off, but you quickly slapped his hand away and put him back inside you.

The mere action caused his hot release to spill, coating your walls.

“You didn’t have to do that.” he said, breathless as you got up on wobbly legs and put your panties into place.

“Oh please.” You fixed your hair “You’d rather me havig to explain why there’s a white stain on my skirt?”

He smirked, tucking himself back in his trousers, “Touché, baby.”

☆.

California sunlight spilled golden through the glass balcony doors, bathing the entire suite in that soft, lazy kind of warmth that made your skin glow even when you weren’t trying.

You were floating in the center of the hotel room’s private pool, limbs stretched out on the flamingo inflatable mattress, sunglasses slipping slightly down the bridge of your nose.

Your legs dangled in the cool water, barely kicking, your only real effort being adjusting your position every few minutes to stay in the shade of the swaying palm tree outside.

It had taken you exactly one hour on the first morning of the trip to finish the task Heeseung had “urgently” brought you to California for: color-coding and organizing his meeting schedule and dinners with clients.

One hour.

Sixty minutes of tapping at your laptop while sipping overpriced coffee from the mini bar and watching your boyfriend move shirtless around the suite while on a call.

Then, nothing.

The rest of the two-week “business trip” had been one long, uninterrupted vacation— for you, at least.

You weren’t entirely sure if Heeseung had ever actually needed your help or if he just wanted an excuse to bring you along without raising eyebrows at the office.

Either way, you weren’t complaining.

He was in the bedroom now, getting ready for another meeting with suppliers, while you basked in complete, indulgent peace, a mango drink resting on a floatie beside you.

The silence was broken only by the soft splash of water and the hum of light music playing from the speakers in the corner of the suite.

“Baby,” Heeseung called from inside the room, his voice slightly muffled.

You lifted your sunglasses with one hand, squinting toward the balcony door. “Hm?”

“Where’s my tie? The navy one.”

“You mean my navy one,” you corrected, smirking. “The one you let me use for my aesthetic outfit.”

He emerged into view then— black slacks hugging his legs, crisp white shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest, and his hair still wet from the shower.

He looked at you, at the pool, the view, the drink, and let out a breath that sounded halfway between a sigh and a laugh.

“You’re telling me you brought it just to never actually use it; since you’ve been floating for a week.”

“No,” you replied, raising your drink. “I brought it for aesthetic purposes. I was actually planning on using it today.”

He shook his head with a grin, disappearing for a couple of minutes before reappearing with the tie in hands.”

“You’re the most spoiled assistant I’ve ever hired.”

“I’m not technically your assistant,” you pointed out.

“You were for an hour.”

“And I was excellent.”

He crouched down beside the pool, tying the silk around his neck with practiced fingers.

The way he stood in the sun, looking so put-together and elegant while you floated in a barely-there swimsuit, made the corners of your mouth twitch up in appreciation.

He caught the way you were looking at him and raised an eyebrow. “What?”

You tilted your head, letting your fingers drag through the water. “Just thinking.”

“Dangerous.”

“Just remembering how I was supposed to be working on this trip.”

Heeseung stepped closer, knelt down again so your faces were almost level. The sun lit up his eyes, made the edges of his smirk gleam.

“You did,” he said. “You organized my entire schedule in an hour and got me a better restaurant reservation than the company’s PR manager could. You're essential.”

You scoffed. “Please, you just wanted an excuse to have me in a bikini while you take calls.”

He smiled wider, unapologetic. “Guilty.”

You watched him adjust his tie, watched how he paused to smooth his shirt over his stomach before finally stepping back with a low whistle.

“How do I look?” he asked.

You pulled off your sunglasses, dragging your eyes from head to toe and back again.

“Like you’re about to cheat on your fiancée with your poolside mistress.”

Heeseung let out a bark of laughter. “Good thing my girlfriend is also my poolside mistress.”

He walked over to your float and, with no warning, shoved it gently with his foot.

You yelped as the mattress tipped slightly, water splashing over your legs.

“Rude!”

“You started it,” he said, lips twitching with amusement.

You kicked water at him in retaliation. He dodged it, barely, and pointed at you like he was scolding a child. “Do not make me cancel this meeting.”

“I dare you.”

He gave you one last look, long and deliberate, like he wanted to say something but was holding back, then sighed and backed away.

“I’ll be back in two hours,” he said, glancing at his watch. “Three tops.”

“Don’t hurry on my account.”

“You saying you won’t miss me?”

“I’m saying you should make it up to me for dragging me across the country and making me do sixty minutes of labor.”

He chuckled again, stepping into his loafers by the door. “Oh, baby, I plan on making it up to you every night.”

You raised your glass. “I’ll hold you to it.”

Then the door closed, and he was gone.

You sighed deeply, happily, as you turned your face toward the sun and whispered, “Best fake job ever.

☆.

The sun had shifted from blazing overhead to a slow, golden creep across the hotel balcony, casting palm leaf shadows over your stretched-out body on the poolside chaise.

The water made soft sloshing noises nearby, and the air carried the sweet, heady scent of chlorine and sun-warmed skin.

Your cocktail glass sat empty on the tile. Your fingers had gone limp around your sunglasses, which had slid just enough to let one eye peek through.

But you didn’t move. You were somewhere between sleep and heat-drunk bliss, limbs too heavy to care.

The faintest breeze kissed your thighs, cooling the warm sheen of sun on your bare legs.

The strap of your bikini had shifted slightly. Your breasts curved gently out of their fabric prison, unnoticed by you in your half-dozing state.

The suite’s private pool was wrapped by stone walls and the tallest hedges you’d ever seen. The kind of privacy only the wealthiest or most mischievous sought after. No one could see in. And you didn’t expect anyone to be watching.

But someone was.

You stirred when you heard the creak of the glass door sliding open behind you.

Then footsteps.

Then a pause.

“Jesus Christ,” came a voice “This is what I come home to?”

You cracked one eye open, squinting up into the dusky light.

Heeseung stood by the edge of the pool, jacket off, tie loosened, top two buttons undone, a grocery bag of overpriced room snacks in one hand.

His eyes were dark. Hungry. Like he hadn’t had a sip of water all day and you were the first drop.

You blinked at him sleepily. “Hi.”

He dropped the bag. “Hi? That’s all you’ve got?”

“I was sleeping.”

“You were melting.” He moved closer. “You were— fuck, your tits are just out.”

You lifted your head, lazily looked down, and shrugged. “It’s your fault for buying me a swimsuit two sizes too small.”

“And I’d do it again,” he muttered, already crouching down in front of you.

You giggled, eyes fluttering closed again. “Good meeting?”

“Don’t care,” he said, brushing a hand up your thigh. “Missed you.”

You felt his fingers, warm and familiar, sliding over your skin.

You sighed. “I got tan.”

“You got delicious.”

You opened your eyes just as he leaned down, capturing your mouth in a slow, sun-warmed kiss.

His lips tasted faintly of mint and something sweet, and when he groaned softly against you, you felt it everywhere. You kissed him back lazily, smiling into it, dragging your fingers through his damp hair.

And then, because you couldn’t resist—

You shoved him.

Hard.

He didn’t have time to react. A yelp of pure, startled betrayal escaped his lips as he tipped backward, arms flailing, hitting the water with a spectacular splash.

You burst into laughter, doubling over on the chair, clutching your stomach as the water rocked with the force of his fall.

His head popped up seconds later, soaked and blinking, his once-perfect shirt plastered to his chest.

“You—” he sputtered, coughing once, glaring at you with water dripping from his lashes. “You menace.”

“I warned you not to flirt near the pool!” you said between gasps, wiping your eyes.

He grabbed the edge of the pool, hair slicked back, mouth twitching in a way that should’ve warned you.

“You’re so dead,” he promised. “I’m gonna end you.”

You squealed and tried to scramble off the chair, but it was too late. his hands gripped your ankles and yanked.

You hit the water with a splash and a shriek, the cold shocking your overheated skin instantly.

You surfaced, breathless and gasping, blinking salt out of your eyes.

“You asshole!”

“You started it!” Heeseung was laughing, fully soaked now, his shirt and pants clinging to his body like a second skin.

He was unfairly hot, even wet. Especially wet.

You swam toward him with furious strokes, water flying around you both, and he caught you around the waist as soon as you got close enough.

“Say sorry,” he said, lips grazing your ear.

“Never.”

His mouth met yours before you could say more, hard and deep

He wrapped his arms around you beneath the water, pulling your body against his like he couldn’t bear the idea of even an inch of space.

The way his hands moved over your skin, palming your ass, your thighs, sliding beneath the useless scraps of your swimsuit, made your breath catch in your throat.

“You feel like summer,” he murmured against your neck. “Warm and soft and fucking perfect.”

You tangled your fingers in his hair and tilted your head back, your breath hitching when his lips traveled lower, kissing a slow trail down your jaw, then your collarbone. The water lapped gently around you, your bodies floating in the privacy of the pool, lost in each other.

When he pulled the top of your swimsuit aside, exposing the bare curve of your breast, you didn’t stop him.

And when he kissed over your nipple, dragging his tongue slowly around it before sucking it into his mouth with a quiet, greedy sound, you moaned, arching into him.

You pressed your mouth against his temple, whispering, “You’re still in your clothes.”

He lifted his head, breathing heavily, his eyes dark.

“You planning to take ‘em off me?”

You bit his earlobe. “Maybe.”

“Fuck,” he breathed, sliding his hand between your thighs underwater. “You’re already so wet.”

“It’s a pool, genius.”

“You know what I mean.”

And you did.

You kissed him again, slow and wet and needy, wrapping your legs around his waist as he held you up, the water making everything feel weightless.

His hand found that perfect spot between your thighs and pressed, rubbing slow, delicious circles that made you tremble in his arms.

The sky overhead darkened into soft pinks and golds, casting both your bodies in sunset glow. The water shimmered. The world blurred.

But all you could feel was him.

All you could taste was his breath in your mouth, his fingers pushing you closer and closer to the edge, and the low, ragged way he whispered your name against your shoulder when you gasped, legs tightening, your body pulsing around his hand.

And then, grinning against your lips, he asked, “Still think I wore this shirt just for business?”

You laughed into his mouth, breathless and drunk on him.

“No,” you whispered. “You wore it so I’d rip it off later.”

He smirked. “Then don’t keep me waiting.”

☆.

And you didn’t.

After his act of pleasure in the pool, Heeseung brought you inside, not caring about you both being damp, and laid you down on the suite bed.

You undressed each other with the kind of fire that ignited sparks between your burning forms.

And then he was inside you.

The city lights bled through the floor-to-ceiling windows behind him, casting sharp golds and deep blues against the curves of his body, his bare chest above you, sheen of sweat at his throat, fingers pressing hard into your thighs as he moved inside you like he owned you.

Like he wanted to prove something.

The only thing you could still feel was how he looked between your legs, the way his voice rasped when he told you, “You’re not leaving this bed until I’ve had every part of you.”

You were already wrecked, your body limp from the last orgasm he’d dragged out of you.

You weren’t even sure if this was the second or third round now. His thrusts had gone deeper, slower, more deliberate. He wasn’t rushing. He was savoring you.

And then his phone rang.

You both froze for half a second. The sound cut through the room, vibrating against the nightstand.

Heeseung groaned into your neck. “Ignore it.”

But then he glanced at the screen. His jaw tensed.

“Shit,” he muttered. “It’s Mr. Dufour, from Paris investors. I have to—” He was still inside you. Still rock hard. “Just… don’t move.”

You blinked up at him, dazed and flushed. “You’re kidding.”

“I’m not,” he said through clenched teeth, swiping to answer with one hand. His other never left your waist. “He’ll lose his shit if I don’t pick up.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but then—

“Bonjour,” Heeseung said smoothly, voice dropping into french, polite and practiced as he settled more firmly between your legs. His hips shifted.

You gasped.

He was still moving.

Not hard, not fast— but deep. Lazy, unhurried strokes, his eyes locked on yours while he spoke like everything was normal.

“Oui, Mr Dufour. Vous allez bien?” (yes, mr. dufour. are you doing well?)

You bit your lip, hard, trying not to moan.

The sheer insanity of it, his voice so calm, words sliding like honey in another language while he kept fucking you, slow and deliberate, hips rolling with obscene precisione

“J'ai envoyé le rapport sur le plan d'investissement hier.” (i sent the report on the investment plan yesterday.)

You dug your nails into his shoulders. He didn’t flinch.

His free hand slid between your bodies, brushing your clit with teasing strokes.

You whined, quietly and desperately but he only smiled.

Not sweetly. No, this was the smile of a man who knew he was driving you insane.

“Oui, je vous serais reconnaissant de me faire part de vos commentaires une fois que vous l'aurez examiné.” (yes, i would be glad if you could give me a feedbacks when you review it.)

You clenched around him, and for a split second, his voice hitched, only slightly, but he recovered fast.

You wanted to scream. Instead, your breath came out in little gasps, your back arching under him, heat rising through you in thick, dizzy waves.

“Heeseung,” you whispered, pleading.

He didn’t break eye contact. Just leaned closer, breath brushing your lips, and whispered back, “Be quiet.”

He was still speaking French into the phone. Still sounding professional. Still thrusting into you like he had all the time in the world.

You were unraveling beneath him.

His fingers found your clit again. Pressed lightly. Rubbed in slow, careful circles.

uour lips parted, and he kissed you hard, swallowing your cries as your climax built dangerously close again.

“Non, il n'y a pas de problème. Je vous contacterai bientôt.” (no, no problem. i’ll call you back soon.)

He ended the call.

There was a beat of silence. You could barely breathe.

Then his voice dropped to a low growl. “You didn’t listen.”

“I—” You were panting now. “I tried.”

He slid out of you slowly, only to slam back in with no warning.

You cried out, loud this time, legs tightening around him instinctively.

“I told you to be quiet,” he said again, but he was grinning now, breathless and wild and just as undone as you.

“You were, fucking speaking another language, what did you expect? That was hot as fuck.”

He grabbed your jaw and kissed you like he’d been starving for you all over again.

“Next time,” he said against your mouth, “I’ll put you on speaker. See how well you stay quiet then.”

You moaned into the kiss. “You’re insane.”

“And you fucking love it.”

And you did. Every slow, punishing thrust he gave you after that call, until you came again, clutching him so tightly he groaned your name like a prayer and finally followed you into oblivion.

Heeseung collapsed over you, breath hot against your shoulder, both of you sticky with sweat and utterly destroyed.

You lay there for a long time, your hand tangled in his damp hair.

“Just so we’re clear,” you murmured eventually, still breathless. “If you ever do that again, I’m going to break your phone.”

He laughed into your neck.

“I’d like to see you try.”

☆.

California wasnt so quiet at night, it still held its chaotic and festive atmosphere; but it was less noisy than day.

Heeseung stood barefoot in the kitchen, phone pressed between his shoulder and cheek, one hand cupped around a steaming mug of coffee, the other resting loosely on the marble counter.

The clock read 3:12 AM, but the supplier he was talking to was halfway across the world in Malaysia, bright-eyed and loud over the line.

“Yes, I got the spec sheets. I’ll forward the revised invoice before tomorrow,” he murmured, trying not to sound like he was barely two hours out of bed, or that he was still aching in every limb from the way you’d pulled him into you earlier that night.

His other hand scrubbed at his face, jaw rough with sleep-stubble.

He wore nothing but a loose pair of gray sweats, the waistband low on his hips, his skin still warm from your touch.

Every time he blinked, he could still see you— flushed, breathless, tangled in his sheets like sin wrapped in silk.

He should’ve stayed in bed. Lord, he wanted to.

But the time zones wouldn’t bend for him.

“Right, just make sure the quantities are adjusted. I don’t want to see another backorder excuse in the next—”

He didn’t hear the sound of you approaching. You always moved soft like that— barefoot, sleepy, half-dreaming when you woke.

It wasn’t until you slipped your arms around his bare torso that he felt you.

You hugged him from behind, face nuzzling into his back, your body covered only by the warm duvet you’d stolen from the bed.

Your skin was flushed with residual heat, cheek pressed between his shoulder blades.

He paused mid-sentence.

Your voice came out soft, “Come back to bed.”

He swallowed, throat tightening around the words he’d meant to say.

“Just a second,” he murmured into the phone, gently pulling it away from his ear. “Hold on.”

You didn’t let go.

In fact, your arms curled tighter around his waist, and he could feel the slow drag of your bare chest pressed to his back, the way you breathed in the scent of his skin like you needed it to fall asleep again.

“You’re cold,” he murmured, not even turning around yet, his hand covering yours where it rested low on his stomach. “You should’ve stayed under the covers.”

You mumbled something unintelligible and a little whiny against his skin, still half-asleep.

“I got lonely,” you finally whispered. “Bed’s too big without you.”

That nearly broke him.

He glanced at the phone still clutched in his hand, hearing the faint crackle of the supplier’s voice on the other end.

He could’ve finished the call. Should’ve.

But your breath was slow and warm against his back, and your fingers were tracing lazy little circles against his abdomen like you didn’t even realize you were doing it.

Heeseung tilted his head toward the phone and spoke quickly. “Sorry, I’ll get back to you in an hour. Something urgent came up.”

The line clicked off. He didn’t care if the supplier was annoyed.

You didn’t say anything at first, not even as he set the phone down on the counter and turned slowly in your arms.

You looked up at him through heavy eyes,, hair a tousled halo around your face, skin lit by the faint blue haze of early morning.

The duvet stayed wrapped around you, but he could see the line of your shoulder, the slope of your collarbone, the flush in your cheeks.

You looked like something out of a dream.

His voice came out rougher than he meant. “You’re dangerous.”

You tilted your head up at him, blinking innocently. “Me?”

“You.”

He ran his fingers through your hair, thumb brushing your cheek. “You do things to me I can’t explain.”

You leaned into his chest again and murmured, “Then stop trying to explain and just come back to bed.”

He chuckled low in his throat, the sound vibrating against your skin. “Pushy.”

You tugged him gently by the waistband of his sweats. “You like me pushy.”

He did.

Buthe liked you like this, too— soft and quiet, in the middle of the night when the world was paused just long enough to let him hold you without pretending.

So he kissed your forehead and reached down, scooping you up in one smooth motion.

You squealed, the duvet slipping a little, exposing your legs as you curled instinctively into him. “Heeseung!”

“You woke up,” he said as he carried you down the hall, voice mock-serious. “Then interrupted my call. Now you’re going to make up for it.”

“I missed you,” you said, chin tucked against his shoulder, “You’re the one who left me naked and cold in your enormous bed.”

“Don’t act like you didn’t steal all the covers and kicked my back”

He nudged the bedroom door open with his foot and carried you back to bed.

The mattress were still warm where you’d been. He laid you down gently and crawled in beside you, wrapping an arm around your waist, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“You’re such a clingy sleeper,” you mumbled.

“I like sleeping with you,” he said, pulling the duvet higher around you both. “Shut up and let me enjoy it.”

You smiled sleepily, eyes already drifting shut again, your body melting into his.

And there, under the weight of blankets, limbs tangled together, his breath evening out beside yours, you both slipped back into the kind of sleep that only came after passion, laughter, and the slow certainty that neither of you wanted to be anywhere else.

It started with an email, and it ended with love.

[dollheeriki]

Behind The Fame

Idol!Heeseung x Idol!Fem smau Part 2

Contains: Crack, fluff, sexual content (MDNI). Giselle (Aespa), Manon(Katseye), Yunjin(Le serrafim) ,Wonyoung (Ive), OT7 enhypen. Mentions of Drugs (alcohol) , nudes, Scandals, hate trains, heartbreak, cheating(I DO NOT CONDONE).

Synopsis: Its Christmas time and y/n from the group SOULMII is hosting a Christmas variety show called 'Christmas Pajamicles with y/n/n. For 25 days of december she invites many different idols on to the show. What happens when The new episode drops and fans see that there is some type of chemistry lingering throughout the video, How will the people react...will they be mad or will they be excited to see new "friendships" come alive.

[i2sunric]

𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍’𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 (l.hs)

p.s. ─────── ୨ৎ ────── i already did

PAIRING: boss!heeseung x employee!reader (f)

SUMMARY: who knew an email sent in a moment of range could spark a burning desire between you and your boss?

WARNINGS: 95% smut 5% plot. fingering, dirty talk, reader is burnout, semi public sex, oral (m receiving), blowjob, p in v, unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willy), sex while on the phone, pool sex (not really narrated), missionary, riding, creampie, office sex; fluff, established relationship, reader wears a tiny bikini, lmk if more. NOT PROOFREAD.

PUBLISHED: 28th June 2025

WC: 9.4k

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a/n: i’m so fucking sleepy i just wan to go to bed but hey! i’ve been dead on this app for sometime so lemme drop this. hope y’all like it and please LIKE & REBLOG to share + lmk your thoughts 🩷🩷 (enjoy my calligraphy in the picture).

It was one of those days.

The kind where your inbox filled up faster than you could breathe, the phones wouldn’t stop ringing, and the breakroom coffee had been left to die a slow, cold death in the pot since 8 a.m.

You hadn’t even had a chance to take more than two sips of yours— barely enough to take the edge off the brutal headache crawling behind your eyes.

Noon had come and gone, and your lunch sat forgotten in your drawer, untouched and already lukewarm.

You rubbed at your temples as you stared at the latest email that had just come in from her again— your personal tormentor for the past three weeks.

Mrs. Kim.

There she was, requesting the same impossible order you had already refused.

Not once. Not twice. Eight goddamn times.

You counted them.

You explained patiently and then less patiently that the items she wanted were discontinued, had been discontinued for two fiscal years now, and were no longer in the company’s catalogue.

You linked her to alternatives. You CC’d the product manager. You called her, even, and yet here she was again—

"Dear,

Following up again. I don't understand why this is taking so long. I’m requesting the original order from 2021. Can you process this today?"

That was it. The last thread of your patience snapped.

Your fingers flew across the keyboard, possessed, every keystroke a satisfying clack of indignation.

You didn’t care.

You were soaked in stress and caffeine and the fading hope of ever having a quiet afternoon.s

"Mrs. Kim,

For the last time: we do not carry that product anymore. I have told you this eight times. Eight. I don’t know if you’re ignoring me on purpose or just incapable of reading full sentences, but either way, I’m not wasting any more time repeating myself. Maybe go get yourself checked.

You are welcome to refer to the updated catalogue I sent you four emails ago. If that’s too difficult, I’d be more than happy to point you to someone who does have time to coddle unreasonable requests.

Kindly, please, stop emailing me about this.

— Y/N"

You clicked "Send" with a sense of righteous satisfaction.

A victorious breath left your lungs as you leaned back in your chair, folding your arms.

It wasn’t until ten minutes later that you saw the reply ping.

And then you saw who it was from.

Lee Heeseung

— Re: Mrs. Kim order.

Your blood turned to ice.

You forgot.

You completely forgot about the BCC—the default blind courtesy copy to your boss, a setting meant for transparency, accountability, and gentle professional oversight.

You’d set it up months ago during performance review season and then never gave it a second thought.

You clicked on the thread like you were opening your own coffin lid.

"Hi Y/N

Well… that was certainly a passionate response.

I think she noted on the product being discontinued.

Let’s circle back to this client later. maybe I can take over if needed.

For now, step away from your inbox and grab a coffee. Deep breaths. :)

— Heeseung"

Your stomach dropped so fast it might as well have hit the basement.

He didn’t even sound mad. That was the worst part. There wasn’t a single reprimand, not even a passive-aggressive comment.

He was giving you a chance to fix it yourself.

You stared at the screen for another full minute, then slowly stood, your legs weak as you grabbed your employee badge and took the elevator upstairs.

The executive floor was always eerily quiet compared to the chaos below.

Carpeted hallways absorbed all sound, and the scent of fresh espresso floated from the machine that Heeseung insisted on using himself every morning— never the breakroom sludge.

You walked past the glass meeting rooms, the sleek decor, until you reached the wide double doors that marked his corner office.

You paused. Knocked.

"Come in," came the voice. low, smooth, always relaxed in a way that somehow made it more intimidating.

You pushed the door open and stepped in, trying to keep your posture from crumpling into guilt.

Heeseung sat behind his desk, blazer off, sleeves rolled, laptop open. His eyes flicked up to you.

"Hey," he said, not unkindly. "Surprised you didn’t run straight to the fire escape."

You swallowed. “I… I’m so sorry, sir.”

His brow arched slightly, and he leaned back in his chair, folding his hands on the edge of the desk.

He didn’t say anything right away. Just waited, giving you enough silence to make your own words echo back at you.

“I didn’t mean for it to go out like that,” you rushed, nervous now, your throat tight. “I was just so— so overwhelmed, and she’s been driving me insane for weeks, and I know that’s no excuse, I just… I completely forgot the BCC was still on. I wasn’t trying to be unprofessional… well, okay, I was, a little, but I didn’t mean for you to see it, and that’s not better, I know, but—”

"Take a breath," he interrupted gently.

You did.

Inhale. Exhale.

He tilted his head, looking at you with a calm you were desperately trying to borrow.

"You clearly didn’t mean for me to see it," he said with a hint of dry humor. "That was obvious by the way you said, ‘incapable of reading full sentences.’"

You winced. “I know. I know, I’m so sorry, that was… I was just frustrated.”

"Yeah, I got that part loud and clear." He smiled faintly. "You know, if you’d added one more insult, I think the server might’ve flagged your email as harassment."

You dropped your face into your hands. “Oh my god.”

He laughed quietly.

It wasn’t cruel.

It was soft. Understanding.

Which only made the heat crawl up your neck worse.

"I’m not mad," he said, and you looked up, cautiously.

He stood, walking slowly around the desk to lean against the edge.

His arms folded casually across his chest as he looked at you.

"I’ve seen worse. Much worse. Hell, I’ve sent worse. You’re not the first employee to lose it on a client who doesn’t listen, and I doubt you’ll be the last."

"That doesn’t make it okay," you murmured.

"No, it doesn’t. But it makes it human. And it tells me you care enough to be pissed.”

That surprised you. You blinked up at hiem.

He ran a hand through his hair and sighed. "I don’t need perfection. I need people whoho get frustrated when things go wrong. But I also need people who can recognize when they’ve gone too far and come up to say what you just did."

You looked at the floor. “Still… I should’ve handled it better. She might report me.”

"She might," he agreed, not sugarcoating it. "But I’ll handle it if she does. I’ve got your back."

You swallowed hard. His voice was calm, but firm. Final. He meant it.

"Thank you," you said quietly. "Really."

"You’re welcome. And hey…" He pushed off the desk, walking toward the espresso machine behind him. "You didn’t have lunch yet, did you?"

Your stomach growled traitorously. He glanced over his shoulder and grinned.

"Didn’t think so. I’m ordering in. You’re having a rough day, so I’ll let you pick the place."

You blinked at him. “Are you… rewarding me for that email?”

He smirked. "No. I’m rewarding you for surviving the week without quitting or combusting, consider it a boss’s mercy."

You laughed, finally, the tension bleeding from your shoulders.

He handed you his phone with the food apps already open, the glow of the screen warm against your palm.

And as you scrolled through the options, still feeling the flush of embarrassment under your skin, you thought— maybe it wasn’t the worst day after all.

☆.

Today was the worst day.

It had already gone to hell by the time it hit 6:45 p.m.

You were the last person left on your floor. again.

The office was a graveyard of abandoned coffee cups and empty swivel chairs, the windows dim with evening light as the sun dragged itself under the horizon.

Everyone else had mysteriously developed urgent appointments or nonexistent deadlines that somehow meant they couldn’t stay late to help with the mountain of archival reports dumped unceremoniously onto your desk.

You were hungry.

Tired.

Your back ached from leaning over outdated filing codes, and your fingers were permanently smudged with printer toner and dust.

Your last message in the team group chat asking “anyone still around to help scan the last batch?” had been left on read.

Of course it had.

You swore under your breath, stuffing another stack into the ancient office printer that had already groaned at you three times.

The stupid thing was older than your internship

. It made this grinding, death-rattle sound every time you asked it to scan anything double-sided. You were halfway through cursing at it when the overhead lights flickered once.

Twice.

And then the power cut out completely.

A sharp click of darkness. Then silence.

You stood frozen in place, fingers still on the edge of a document feeder. A beat passed. Then another.

You stared into the void, blinking, the only sound the faint tik-tik-tik of the unplugged printer slowly powering down like it was dying dramatically in your arms.

You sighed. “You have got to be kidding me.”

You waited. Surely the backup would kick in.

It didn’t.

The battery emergency lights flicked on around the hallway, casting everything in a soft red glow like the inside of a submarine.

Your entire floor looked apocalyptic.

It would’ve been funny if you weren’t thirty pages away from finishing and aching to get home.

"This is so stupid," you muttered to yourself. You paced around your desk, cracked your knuckles, and then, because the universe clearly had it out for you, tripped slightly on a cable.

You whirled around, eyes narrowing at the printer like it had personally insulted your intelligence.

You weren’t usually violent, but something about the whole day had ignited a very specific brand of frustration in your chest— the kind that made you want to break things. Or cry. Or both.

So when the lights buzzed for a brief second and the printer beeped at you with a snide error code for the fifth time in a row, you snapped.

“Alright, you boxy little demon,” you hissed. “Let’s dance.”

You kicked it.

You meant it to be symbolic. A warning. An expression of just how done you were.

Unfortunately, your foot caught the corner of the machine.

And because karma is very real and very punctual, your boot slid awkwardly through the paper tray, lodging itself inside the machine with a humiliating clunk.

“Shit,” you whispered, staggering forward and grabbing the desk for balance. “No, no— come on.”

You tugged. Nothing.

You yanked harder..

“Are you kidding me?” you groaned, now bent awkwardly sideways over the printer, one foot completely jammed in the lower tray, arms flailing for something to grab.

The evil machine wobbled, and you grabbed it to keep from tipping it over, your hair falling into your face as you tried to wiggle your leg free.

The overhead lights snapped back on all at once.

Power returned with an electric hum.

Machines came alive. Computers rebooted.

The lights flickered to life overhead like judgmental gods bearing witness.

And at that exact moment, you heard a door open down the hall.

You froze.

Slow footsteps. Leather shoes on carpet.

You knew that walk. You’d memorized it over the last few months without meaning to— those long, easy strides. That quiet confidence.

Lee Heeseung.

Of course he was still here. Of course he chose now to emerge from his corner office.

You tried to untangle yourself, but the paper tray refused to budge, your boot stuck in such a cursed angle you briefly considered removing your entire leg.

Heeseung’s voice was much too close when he finally spoke.

“…Am I interrupting something?”

You froze, eyes wide.

You didn’t even need to look at him to hear the amusement dripping off every syllable.

“I—” You cleared your throat. “No. I mean, yes. I mean— I’m fine.”

you finally risked a glance up… and there he was, standing a few feet away in his usual dress shirt and slacks, sleeves rolled halfway to his elbows, tie loose, a sleek laptop tucked under one arm.

His dark hair fell across his forehead in a way that was just unfair. And he was smiling. Very clearly trying not to laugh, but smiling.

“Should I even ask how this happened?” he said, gesturing vaguely at the situation.

You, half-folded over a printer like a modern art sculpture. One foot swallowed alive by outdated office equipment.

You groaned and dropped your head against the top of the machine. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

He chuckled under his breath, moving forward. “Alright.”

Your head snapped up. “Really? You’re not gonna ask why I did this?”

He raised an eyebrow. “It’s clear you have some anger management issues.”

You blinked at him. Well, he ain’t wrong.

He crouched down beside the printer, setting his laptop carefully on the floor. “Let me take a look, don’t move.”

“Oh yeah,” you deadpanned. “I’ve got so many options.”

He shot you a grin. “Careful. Keep being cute and I might leave you here.”

You flushed, instantly. “Sorry, Sir.”

“What?” he said, clearly enjoying this too much. “I’m just saying, I’ve never had an employee try to merge with office machinery before. It’s a new milestone.”

You buried your face in your hands as he gently maneuvered the paper tray open from the opposite side, humming softly to himself.

“Alright,” he said after a moment. “I see the problem.”

“Is it me?”

“Mostly.” He grinned, grabbing onto the corner of the tray and wiggling it slightly. “But also, this machine is trash. You were absolutely justified in assaulting it.”

You bit back a laugh. “Don’t tell HR.”

“HR’s gone home. And besides, I’m the one you report to.”

You paused. “So you’re saying I could commit minor office crimes and get away with it?”

He glanced up at you from under his lashes, dark eyes amused. “I’m saying if anyone’s going to report you, it won’t be me.”

The tray finally released with a snap, and your boot came free all at once, nearly sending you toppling backward. Heeseung caught your arm before you could fall, his grip warm and steady.

“There we go,” he said, helping you balance. “Foot intact?”

“Barely,” you mumbled, brushing your hair out of your face. You looked down at your scuffed boot, then back up at him. “I think we might need a new printer.”

He smirked. “I think you need a break.”

You hesitated. The words hit harder than they should’ve.

Because he was right.

You’d been drowning lately, taking on every overflow task, every weekend shift, picking up the slack whenever someone else dropped the ball.

You hadn’t complained. Not out loud.

But your body was exhausted, your head full of static, and your foot was living proof that you were about five seconds from completely losing your mind.

Heeseung must’ve seen it in your face, because his expression softened.

“Hey,” he said gently. “You don’t have to keep doing everything on your own.”

You looked away. “It’s fine. Everyone’s busy. I can handle it.”

“Just because you can doesn’t mean you should.”

There was a silence. A long one. He stepped a little closer.

“I’ve been watching you,” he said softly. “Not in a creepy way— just… I see how hard you work. How you take on more than you’re asked to, how you stay late every night, even when it’s not your responsibility. You think that goes unnoticed?”

You swallowed. “It’s not a big deal.”

“It is to me,” he said. “You don’t have to burn yourself out to prove you belong here.”

The words hung between you, heavy and warm and real.

You finally looked up at him and found him already watching you, his gaze steady, thoughtful.

You felt something in your chest shift. Something small, quiet, and undeniable.

Heeseung smiled gently. “Come on, I’ll buy you dinner, you’ve earned it.”

You blinked. “You’re bribing me with food.”

“I’m rescuing you from this cursed printer,” he corrected. “It’s part of the job description.”

You laughed, a real one this time, and let him lead you away from the graveyard of scanned archives and haunted machinery.

His hand brushed yours as you walked side by side out of the office, and neither of you moved away.

☆.

You hadn’t expected anything beyond some greasy takeout and maybe a few jokes to soften the edge of your embarrassment.

But somewhere between the second round of dumplings and Heeseung trying to guess what playlist you put on when you're really mad, something shifted.

You found yourself laughing more easily than you had in weeks.

He was funny in a sly, dry sort of way— casual but sharp, with this low warmth in his voice that made everything he said sound like it had a double meaning.

Not that he was flirting.

Not exactly.

But there was something in the way his eyes lingered on yours a second too long after every shared joke, something in the way his thumb brushed too casually along the rim of his cup when you took a sip of yours and left a glossed fingerprint behind

And you weren’t exactly not leaning in when he talked.

When you came back to the building, it was after an hour, There was a kind of stillness that made your footsteps echo across the marble floors and made the flicker of vending machine lights look cinematic.

He’d offered, half-jokingly, to let you finish up your work in his office, because his A/C actually functioned, and his desk chair didn’t creak like it was on the verge of collapse.

You said yes. Obviously.

Heeseung unlocked his door and held it open for you.

His office smelled faintly like citrus, due to the candle lit in the corner, and something a little woodsy, probably the cologne that clung to his shirtsleeves.

The overhead lights were dimmed low, and the view from the floor-to-ceiling windows behind his desk stretched out into the city, glittering in the dark.

You stepped in and paused, suddenly aware that you were somewhere very personal. It was tidy, precise.

You turned to thank him, but he was already watching you from the doorway, his hands in his pockets.

“Take the desk,” he said, smiling softly. “I won’t even be mad if you kick it.”

You smirked and dropped your bag onto the guest chair. “Don’t tempt me.”

He moved past you, loosening his tie the rest of the way and tossing it onto the coat rack.

The click of his laptop followed, and then music— something R&B and low enough that it almost felt like background noise to the silence around you.

You settled behind his desk, relishing the cool burst of air from the functioning A/C vent. The chair was absurdly comfortable.

You kicked off your boots and leaned back with a soft sigh of relief.

“Better?” he asked from his corner.

You nodded. “Miles better. I might not leave.”

He raised a brow. “Is that a threat or a promise?”

There it was again— that something.

just enough weight behind the words to make you pause. His voice had dropped half a note lower.

You reached for the folder you’d been working on earlier that you brought there, suddenly conscious of the faint buzz under your skin.

You tried to focus on your work, but your mind kept slipping.

The room was warm now, and so was the space between you, too heavy with something unsaid. Every glance he gave you seemed a little longer, like he was debating something in real time.

You looked up from the folder and found him leaning against the edge of the window, arms folded, watching you.

“You’re different when you’re not in the middle of a crisis,” he said.

You blinked. “What do you mean?”

“You’re quieter, but in a good way. Like you finally have room to breathe.”

Your heart gave a small, unwanted flutter. “Is that your way of saying I’m usually too stressed out to function?”

“No.” He stepped closer. “It’s my way of saying I like seeing you like this.”

The space between you collapsed by inches.

He was standing just on the other side of the desk now, one hand resting lightly on the polished wood, eyes locked on yours.

The city lights outside were a soft blur behind him. Your breath caught, stuck in your chest.

“Heeseung…” you started, uncertain. Because somewhere between fries and dumplings, he gave uou the green light to call him by his first name.

“I’m not trying to mess with you,” he said softly, cutting you off without force. “But I’d be lying if I said I haven’t been thinking about this… about you.”

You swallowed. The tension had shifted into something tangible now.

It pooled in your belly, a tightness threaded with heat. You felt it in the curl of your toes against the carpet, in the quick, darting beat of your pulse.

“I wasn’t sure if I was imagining it,” you murmured.

“You weren’t.”

You stood slowly, the chair gliding back with a soft scrape.

He didn’t touch you yet.

“I meant what I said,” he said, voice low and even. “I’ve seen how much you carry. You work so damn hard, and no one ever makes space for you to just be. I want to do that, even if it’s just for tonight.”

There was something deeply sincere in his voice. Like this wasn’t just wanted. It was something more careful. Something he’d been holding back.

You stepped into his space, breathing shallow, and said, “Then show me.”

The moment he touched you, it was with a reverence that made your knees weak.

His fingers grazed your jaw, tilting your face up.

He paused, just long enough to make sure— long enough to let you lean in first. And when you did, he kissed you like he meant it. Like he’d been waiting.

His mouth was warm and slow against yours, lips parting gently, breath mingling. His hands found your waist, grounding and sure, pulling you closer.

You curled your fingers into the collar of his shirt, the soft cotton warm from his skin. He deepened the kiss gradually, coaxing you into it, tasting the hesitation out of your mouth until you melted into him.

When you finally broke apart, you were breathless.

He leaned his forehead against yours. “Still okay?”

You nodded. “More than okay.”

“Good,” he murmured. “Because I’m not done.”

He walked you backward toward the desk, hands steady on your waist, until you were pressed against the wood.

He kissed your neck softly, then more deliberately, leaving a slow trail to your collarbone as his hands skimmed under the hem of your blouse.

You gasped when his fingers touched your skin, warm and unhurried, exploring every inch like he wanted to memorize it.

You reached for his belt, nerves trembling with anticipation.

He caught your wrist gently “Let me take care of you,” he said, voice like velvet.

You nodded.

He moved with purpose now, pulling your blouse off with a soft sound of approval, eyes dark as they raked over you.

He leaned you back over his desk, fingers gliding down your hips, lifting you slightly onto the surface. The wood was cool under your thighs, the air sharp against your skin.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

His mouth returned to yours with renewed urgency, hands trailing over every curve, every line, until you were sighing against him, your fingers tangled in his hair.

When he finally undressed you fully, it wasn’t rushed.

It was deliberate. Worshipful.

He pressed kisses to the inside of your thighs, your hips, your ribs, like he was chasing every sigh that left your mouth.

And when his hands finally slipped lower, when his fingers teased and stroked and coaxed you into a slow, building pleasure, you arched under him, gasping his name.

“Heeseung— oh—”

He smirked, slipping a finger inside you, and then a second one.

You were so worked up already, your thighs trembling around his waist as he pressed kisses on your neck.

“Fuck,” you sighed, “Faster.”

“Milady.” he complied, hurrying his fingers, curling them right where you needed them.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered. “Let me hear you, let go.”

And you did.

You came undone with your back arched off his desk and his name on your lips.

Later, as he tucked you into his chair with your shirt back on and a glass of water in your hand, he knelt beside you, brushing your hair gently from your face.

“Still okay?” he asked again, voice soft.

You nodded, eyes fluttering closed. “Better than okay.”

He smiled, his thumb brushing your cheek.

“I meant it, you know,” he murmured. “Whatever happens after this— I want to be the one who makes space for you.”

You reached for his hand, lacing your fingers through his.

“I think you already are.”

☆.

It had started with an email. And it continued with an email now too.

You were half-conscious, running on your second cup of coffee and buried in quarterly reports, when your inbox pinged with that familiar chime.

Most emails in your morning queue were mind-numbing— reminders from admin, updates on broken copy machines, requests to “circle back” on things that no one ever wanted to circle forward in the first place.

But this one was from Heeseung.

The subject line read:

urgent file request – please review ASAP

Your stomach twisted the way it always did now when his name popped up on your screen. A quiet, breathless little flip.

You clicked it open, expecting a report or some scanned doc he wanted reviewed.

Instead, you found:

From: Lee Heeseung

To: You

Subject: urgent file request – please review ASAP

Can you come to my office and check if the file I’m thinking about is tucked between your thighs?

Might need to examine it closely.

Very closely.

– H.

You nearly choked on your coffee.

Heat rushed to your cheeks and your neck as you jerked your head up— he was in his office, of course.

Glass walls, the blinds open. He was pretending to be on a call, holding the phone to his ear, nodding, totally composed.

But when your eyes met his, he winked.

The phone probably wasn’t even on.

You sunk a little lower in your chair, your thighs tightening automatically.

That look he gave you set off a ripple down your spine.

It had been three weeks since the first time he pulled you across that desk and showed you just how good things could feel.

Since then, everything between you had changed.

You still worked. Still got things done.

but now, when he passed by your desk, he let his fingers brush your shoulder a little too casually. When he asked you to stay late for “filing,” the door always locked behind you. And now, apparently, he was taking it to email.

You typed back before you could second-guess it:

From: You

To: Lee Heeseung

Subject: RE: urgent file request – please review ASAP

Sorry, that file is confidential. You’ll have to check with your hands. or tongue.

I’m available in five.

— Y/N

You slipped into his office with a folder in your hands purely for cover.

He was seated behind his desk, jacket off, shirt sleeves rolled up to his forearms. The city glared behind him in the afternoon light, and his laptop was open— but he barely glanced at it when you stepped inside.

He leaned back, dark eyes dragging over you from head to toe.

“Lock the door,” he said quietly.

You did. And closed the curtains for privacy.

When you turned back around, he was already on his feet. He crossed the room in a few slow steps, standing in front of you, taking the folder out of your hands and setting it blindly on the shelf.

He cupped your face, tilting it up, and kissed you without hesitation.

It was slow at first, teasing— his lips soft, mouth coaxing yours open as if he had all the time in the world.

You sighed into it, your hands going instinctively to his waist, curling into the soft cotton of his shirt.

The kiss deepened, his tongue stroking over yours, and you whimpered softly when he slid a hand down your back and pressed you against the door.

“Lord,” he murmured, mouth brushing against yours, “you taste like cinnamon today.”

You swallowed hard. “Too much coffee.”

“Perfect amount,” he whispered, and kissed you again.

He backed you toward his desk, trailing kisses from your mouth to your jaw, down the line of your neck.

Your hands fumbled with his buttons, needing him closer, needing something to fill the ache that had been growing ever since that first email.

When he sat down in his desk chair, he pulled you into his lap without asking.

You straddled him, your skirt already hiked up. His hands settled on your thighs, slow and warm, thumbs stroking upward.

“You always get so worked up when I tease you,” he murmured against your ear. “You like getting those emails?”

You nodded, breath hitching. “You’re going to get me fired.”

He laughed softly, low in his throat. “No one’s firing you. Not when you do such a good job to me.”

You kissed him again and rocked forward just enough to hear the sharp inhale he tried to swallow down.

His grip on your hips tightened. You could feel him through his slacks, warm and firm beneath you, and the pressure of your body against his made your skin feel hot all over.

He tried to pull your blouse open, but you caught his wrist.

“Let me,” you said, voice just above a whisper.

His breath stilled.

You slipped off his lap, slowly, sinking down between his legs.

His brows lifted, mouth parted, but he didn’t say a word.

Just leaned back in the chair, eyes locked on yours, pupils blown wide with heat.

You reached for his belt with shaking hands, fingers slow and deliberate.

The clink of metal filled the quiet room, followed by the soft drag of his zipper. Heeseung exhaled hard when you brushed him through his boxers, already hot, already thick.

“You’ve been thinking about this all day, haven’t you?” you said, looking up at him as you lowered his waistband.

He let out a breathy laugh, voice tight. “Are you really going to make me beg?”

You smiled.

“No.”

And then you took him in your mouth.

He groaned instantly, his hips twitching up, one hand flying to your hair but stopping short of gripping it.

Always waiting for you to take the lead. Always making sure.

You hollowed your cheeks, taking him deeper, tongue gliding along the underside, savoring the weight and heat of him. He cursed, low and raw, his other hand tightening around the edge of the chair.

“Fuck—” he breathed. “You’re too good at this.”

You hummed around him in response, and he shuddered.

The thrill of having him like this, head tipped back, jaw clenched, breath uneven, sent sparks through your veins.

His thighs flexed under your palms, and when you looked up at him, his eyes were half-lidded and glazed, locked on you like you were the only thing keeping him from falling apart.

“Baby, wait—” he said suddenly, voice cracking. “You keep going like that, an I’m not gonna last.”

You pulled back slowly, your mouth wet, lips swollen. “Isn’t that the point?”

He blinked hard, laughing breathlessly, and pulled you to your feet.

“I’m going to owe you for that,” he said, voice rough, still out of breath.

You climbed back onto his lap, letting him tug you close. His hands found your hips again, holding you there like he never wanted to let go.

“You already do,” you whispered against his mouth.

And when he kissed you this time, it was slower. Deeper.

Less urgent, more full. Like he wasn’t just thanking you with his mouth, but promising something.

His fingers slipped beneath your skirt again, and this time you didn’t stop him.

He pulled your panties to the side and you sank down on him with a sigh.

“Holy shit,” he groaned, already thrusting up into you “You feel like heaven, baby,”

You hummed, already squeezing around him “You’re so big.” you murmured, resting your head in the crook of his neck.

You felt him twitch inside you “You can’t say things like that.”

Heeseung glanced at the clock on the wall. “We have three more minutes before someone gets suspicious.”

“Then you better hurry.” as those words left your lips, Heeseung thrusted up fast and hard, chasing both of your highs.

He planted a hand on your mouth and held your waist with the other, so tight a bruise would probably form the following day.

You squeezed your eyes shut as white washed over you, a particular deep thrust getting you over the edge, tightening to the point of pain around him.

“Fuck.” he groaned and pulled out to jerk off, but you quickly slapped his hand away and put him back inside you.

The mere action caused his hot release to spill, coating your walls.

“You didn’t have to do that.” he said, breathless as you got up on wobbly legs and put your panties into place.

“Oh please.” You fixed your hair “You’d rather me havig to explain why there’s a white stain on my skirt?”

He smirked, tucking himself back in his trousers, “Touché, baby.”

☆.

California sunlight spilled golden through the glass balcony doors, bathing the entire suite in that soft, lazy kind of warmth that made your skin glow even when you weren’t trying.

You were floating in the center of the hotel room’s private pool, limbs stretched out on the flamingo inflatable mattress, sunglasses slipping slightly down the bridge of your nose.

Your legs dangled in the cool water, barely kicking, your only real effort being adjusting your position every few minutes to stay in the shade of the swaying palm tree outside.

It had taken you exactly one hour on the first morning of the trip to finish the task Heeseung had “urgently” brought you to California for: color-coding and organizing his meeting schedule and dinners with clients.

One hour.

Sixty minutes of tapping at your laptop while sipping overpriced coffee from the mini bar and watching your boyfriend move shirtless around the suite while on a call.

Then, nothing.

The rest of the two-week “business trip” had been one long, uninterrupted vacation— for you, at least.

You weren’t entirely sure if Heeseung had ever actually needed your help or if he just wanted an excuse to bring you along without raising eyebrows at the office.

Either way, you weren’t complaining.

He was in the bedroom now, getting ready for another meeting with suppliers, while you basked in complete, indulgent peace, a mango drink resting on a floatie beside you.

The silence was broken only by the soft splash of water and the hum of light music playing from the speakers in the corner of the suite.

“Baby,” Heeseung called from inside the room, his voice slightly muffled.

You lifted your sunglasses with one hand, squinting toward the balcony door. “Hm?”

“Where’s my tie? The navy one.”

“You mean my navy one,” you corrected, smirking. “The one you let me use for my aesthetic outfit.”

He emerged into view then— black slacks hugging his legs, crisp white shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest, and his hair still wet from the shower.

He looked at you, at the pool, the view, the drink, and let out a breath that sounded halfway between a sigh and a laugh.

“You’re telling me you brought it just to never actually use it; since you’ve been floating for a week.”

“No,” you replied, raising your drink. “I brought it for aesthetic purposes. I was actually planning on using it today.”

He shook his head with a grin, disappearing for a couple of minutes before reappearing with the tie in hands.”

“You’re the most spoiled assistant I’ve ever hired.”

“I’m not technically your assistant,” you pointed out.

“You were for an hour.”

“And I was excellent.”

He crouched down beside the pool, tying the silk around his neck with practiced fingers.

The way he stood in the sun, looking so put-together and elegant while you floated in a barely-there swimsuit, made the corners of your mouth twitch up in appreciation.

He caught the way you were looking at him and raised an eyebrow. “What?”

You tilted your head, letting your fingers drag through the water. “Just thinking.”

“Dangerous.”

“Just remembering how I was supposed to be working on this trip.”

Heeseung stepped closer, knelt down again so your faces were almost level. The sun lit up his eyes, made the edges of his smirk gleam.

“You did,” he said. “You organized my entire schedule in an hour and got me a better restaurant reservation than the company’s PR manager could. You're essential.”

You scoffed. “Please, you just wanted an excuse to have me in a bikini while you take calls.”

He smiled wider, unapologetic. “Guilty.”

You watched him adjust his tie, watched how he paused to smooth his shirt over his stomach before finally stepping back with a low whistle.

“How do I look?” he asked.

You pulled off your sunglasses, dragging your eyes from head to toe and back again.

“Like you’re about to cheat on your fiancée with your poolside mistress.”

Heeseung let out a bark of laughter. “Good thing my girlfriend is also my poolside mistress.”

He walked over to your float and, with no warning, shoved it gently with his foot.

You yelped as the mattress tipped slightly, water splashing over your legs.

“Rude!”

“You started it,” he said, lips twitching with amusement.

You kicked water at him in retaliation. He dodged it, barely, and pointed at you like he was scolding a child. “Do not make me cancel this meeting.”

“I dare you.”

He gave you one last look, long and deliberate, like he wanted to say something but was holding back, then sighed and backed away.

“I’ll be back in two hours,” he said, glancing at his watch. “Three tops.”

“Don’t hurry on my account.”

“You saying you won’t miss me?”

“I’m saying you should make it up to me for dragging me across the country and making me do sixty minutes of labor.”

He chuckled again, stepping into his loafers by the door. “Oh, baby, I plan on making it up to you every night.”

You raised your glass. “I’ll hold you to it.”

Then the door closed, and he was gone.

You sighed deeply, happily, as you turned your face toward the sun and whispered, “Best fake job ever.

☆.

The sun had shifted from blazing overhead to a slow, golden creep across the hotel balcony, casting palm leaf shadows over your stretched-out body on the poolside chaise.

The water made soft sloshing noises nearby, and the air carried the sweet, heady scent of chlorine and sun-warmed skin.

Your cocktail glass sat empty on the tile. Your fingers had gone limp around your sunglasses, which had slid just enough to let one eye peek through.

But you didn’t move. You were somewhere between sleep and heat-drunk bliss, limbs too heavy to care.

The faintest breeze kissed your thighs, cooling the warm sheen of sun on your bare legs.

The strap of your bikini had shifted slightly. Your breasts curved gently out of their fabric prison, unnoticed by you in your half-dozing state.

The suite’s private pool was wrapped by stone walls and the tallest hedges you’d ever seen. The kind of privacy only the wealthiest or most mischievous sought after. No one could see in. And you didn’t expect anyone to be watching.

But someone was.

You stirred when you heard the creak of the glass door sliding open behind you.

Then footsteps.

Then a pause.

“Jesus Christ,” came a voice “This is what I come home to?”

You cracked one eye open, squinting up into the dusky light.

Heeseung stood by the edge of the pool, jacket off, tie loosened, top two buttons undone, a grocery bag of overpriced room snacks in one hand.

His eyes were dark. Hungry. Like he hadn’t had a sip of water all day and you were the first drop.

You blinked at him sleepily. “Hi.”

He dropped the bag. “Hi? That’s all you’ve got?”

“I was sleeping.”

“You were melting.” He moved closer. “You were— fuck, your tits are just out.”

You lifted your head, lazily looked down, and shrugged. “It’s your fault for buying me a swimsuit two sizes too small.”

“And I’d do it again,” he muttered, already crouching down in front of you.

You giggled, eyes fluttering closed again. “Good meeting?”

“Don’t care,” he said, brushing a hand up your thigh. “Missed you.”

You felt his fingers, warm and familiar, sliding over your skin.

You sighed. “I got tan.”

“You got delicious.”

You opened your eyes just as he leaned down, capturing your mouth in a slow, sun-warmed kiss.

His lips tasted faintly of mint and something sweet, and when he groaned softly against you, you felt it everywhere. You kissed him back lazily, smiling into it, dragging your fingers through his damp hair.

And then, because you couldn’t resist—

You shoved him.

Hard.

He didn’t have time to react. A yelp of pure, startled betrayal escaped his lips as he tipped backward, arms flailing, hitting the water with a spectacular splash.

You burst into laughter, doubling over on the chair, clutching your stomach as the water rocked with the force of his fall.

His head popped up seconds later, soaked and blinking, his once-perfect shirt plastered to his chest.

“You—” he sputtered, coughing once, glaring at you with water dripping from his lashes. “You menace.”

“I warned you not to flirt near the pool!” you said between gasps, wiping your eyes.

He grabbed the edge of the pool, hair slicked back, mouth twitching in a way that should’ve warned you.

“You’re so dead,” he promised. “I’m gonna end you.”

You squealed and tried to scramble off the chair, but it was too late. his hands gripped your ankles and yanked.

You hit the water with a splash and a shriek, the cold shocking your overheated skin instantly.

You surfaced, breathless and gasping, blinking salt out of your eyes.

“You asshole!”

“You started it!” Heeseung was laughing, fully soaked now, his shirt and pants clinging to his body like a second skin.

He was unfairly hot, even wet. Especially wet.

You swam toward him with furious strokes, water flying around you both, and he caught you around the waist as soon as you got close enough.

“Say sorry,” he said, lips grazing your ear.

“Never.”

His mouth met yours before you could say more, hard and deep

He wrapped his arms around you beneath the water, pulling your body against his like he couldn’t bear the idea of even an inch of space.

The way his hands moved over your skin, palming your ass, your thighs, sliding beneath the useless scraps of your swimsuit, made your breath catch in your throat.

“You feel like summer,” he murmured against your neck. “Warm and soft and fucking perfect.”

You tangled your fingers in his hair and tilted your head back, your breath hitching when his lips traveled lower, kissing a slow trail down your jaw, then your collarbone. The water lapped gently around you, your bodies floating in the privacy of the pool, lost in each other.

When he pulled the top of your swimsuit aside, exposing the bare curve of your breast, you didn’t stop him.

And when he kissed over your nipple, dragging his tongue slowly around it before sucking it into his mouth with a quiet, greedy sound, you moaned, arching into him.

You pressed your mouth against his temple, whispering, “You’re still in your clothes.”

He lifted his head, breathing heavily, his eyes dark.

“You planning to take ‘em off me?”

You bit his earlobe. “Maybe.”

“Fuck,” he breathed, sliding his hand between your thighs underwater. “You’re already so wet.”

“It’s a pool, genius.”

“You know what I mean.”

And you did.

You kissed him again, slow and wet and needy, wrapping your legs around his waist as he held you up, the water making everything feel weightless.

His hand found that perfect spot between your thighs and pressed, rubbing slow, delicious circles that made you tremble in his arms.

The sky overhead darkened into soft pinks and golds, casting both your bodies in sunset glow. The water shimmered. The world blurred.

But all you could feel was him.

All you could taste was his breath in your mouth, his fingers pushing you closer and closer to the edge, and the low, ragged way he whispered your name against your shoulder when you gasped, legs tightening, your body pulsing around his hand.

And then, grinning against your lips, he asked, “Still think I wore this shirt just for business?”

You laughed into his mouth, breathless and drunk on him.

“No,” you whispered. “You wore it so I’d rip it off later.”

He smirked. “Then don’t keep me waiting.”

☆.

And you didn’t.

After his act of pleasure in the pool, Heeseung brought you inside, not caring about you both being damp, and laid you down on the suite bed.

You undressed each other with the kind of fire that ignited sparks between your burning forms.

And then he was inside you.

The city lights bled through the floor-to-ceiling windows behind him, casting sharp golds and deep blues against the curves of his body, his bare chest above you, sheen of sweat at his throat, fingers pressing hard into your thighs as he moved inside you like he owned you.

Like he wanted to prove something.

The only thing you could still feel was how he looked between your legs, the way his voice rasped when he told you, “You’re not leaving this bed until I’ve had every part of you.”

You were already wrecked, your body limp from the last orgasm he’d dragged out of you.

You weren’t even sure if this was the second or third round now. His thrusts had gone deeper, slower, more deliberate. He wasn’t rushing. He was savoring you.

And then his phone rang.

You both froze for half a second. The sound cut through the room, vibrating against the nightstand.

Heeseung groaned into your neck. “Ignore it.”

But then he glanced at the screen. His jaw tensed.

“Shit,” he muttered. “It’s Mr. Dufour, from Paris investors. I have to—” He was still inside you. Still rock hard. “Just… don’t move.”

You blinked up at him, dazed and flushed. “You’re kidding.”

“I’m not,” he said through clenched teeth, swiping to answer with one hand. His other never left your waist. “He’ll lose his shit if I don’t pick up.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but then—

“Bonjour,” Heeseung said smoothly, voice dropping into french, polite and practiced as he settled more firmly between your legs. His hips shifted.

You gasped.

He was still moving.

Not hard, not fast— but deep. Lazy, unhurried strokes, his eyes locked on yours while he spoke like everything was normal.

“Oui, Mr Dufour. Vous allez bien?” (yes, mr. dufour. are you doing well?)

You bit your lip, hard, trying not to moan.

The sheer insanity of it, his voice so calm, words sliding like honey in another language while he kept fucking you, slow and deliberate, hips rolling with obscene precisione

“J'ai envoyé le rapport sur le plan d'investissement hier.” (i sent the report on the investment plan yesterday.)

You dug your nails into his shoulders. He didn’t flinch.

His free hand slid between your bodies, brushing your clit with teasing strokes.

You whined, quietly and desperately but he only smiled.

Not sweetly. No, this was the smile of a man who knew he was driving you insane.

“Oui, je vous serais reconnaissant de me faire part de vos commentaires une fois que vous l'aurez examiné.” (yes, i would be glad if you could give me a feedbacks when you review it.)

You clenched around him, and for a split second, his voice hitched, only slightly, but he recovered fast.

You wanted to scream. Instead, your breath came out in little gasps, your back arching under him, heat rising through you in thick, dizzy waves.

“Heeseung,” you whispered, pleading.

He didn’t break eye contact. Just leaned closer, breath brushing your lips, and whispered back, “Be quiet.”

He was still speaking French into the phone. Still sounding professional. Still thrusting into you like he had all the time in the world.

You were unraveling beneath him.

His fingers found your clit again. Pressed lightly. Rubbed in slow, careful circles.

uour lips parted, and he kissed you hard, swallowing your cries as your climax built dangerously close again.

“Non, il n'y a pas de problème. Je vous contacterai bientôt.” (no, no problem. i’ll call you back soon.)

He ended the call.

There was a beat of silence. You could barely breathe.

Then his voice dropped to a low growl. “You didn’t listen.”

“I—” You were panting now. “I tried.”

He slid out of you slowly, only to slam back in with no warning.

You cried out, loud this time, legs tightening around him instinctively.

“I told you to be quiet,” he said again, but he was grinning now, breathless and wild and just as undone as you.

“You were, fucking speaking another language, what did you expect? That was hot as fuck.”

He grabbed your jaw and kissed you like he’d been starving for you all over again.

“Next time,” he said against your mouth, “I’ll put you on speaker. See how well you stay quiet then.”

You moaned into the kiss. “You’re insane.”

“And you fucking love it.”

And you did. Every slow, punishing thrust he gave you after that call, until you came again, clutching him so tightly he groaned your name like a prayer and finally followed you into oblivion.

Heeseung collapsed over you, breath hot against your shoulder, both of you sticky with sweat and utterly destroyed.

You lay there for a long time, your hand tangled in his damp hair.

“Just so we’re clear,” you murmured eventually, still breathless. “If you ever do that again, I’m going to break your phone.”

He laughed into your neck.

“I’d like to see you try.”

☆.

California wasnt so quiet at night, it still held its chaotic and festive atmosphere; but it was less noisy than day.

Heeseung stood barefoot in the kitchen, phone pressed between his shoulder and cheek, one hand cupped around a steaming mug of coffee, the other resting loosely on the marble counter.

The clock read 3:12 AM, but the supplier he was talking to was halfway across the world in Malaysia, bright-eyed and loud over the line.

“Yes, I got the spec sheets. I’ll forward the revised invoice before tomorrow,” he murmured, trying not to sound like he was barely two hours out of bed, or that he was still aching in every limb from the way you’d pulled him into you earlier that night.

His other hand scrubbed at his face, jaw rough with sleep-stubble.

He wore nothing but a loose pair of gray sweats, the waistband low on his hips, his skin still warm from your touch.

Every time he blinked, he could still see you— flushed, breathless, tangled in his sheets like sin wrapped in silk.

He should’ve stayed in bed. Lord, he wanted to.

But the time zones wouldn’t bend for him.

“Right, just make sure the quantities are adjusted. I don’t want to see another backorder excuse in the next—”

He didn’t hear the sound of you approaching. You always moved soft like that— barefoot, sleepy, half-dreaming when you woke.

It wasn’t until you slipped your arms around his bare torso that he felt you.

You hugged him from behind, face nuzzling into his back, your body covered only by the warm duvet you’d stolen from the bed.

Your skin was flushed with residual heat, cheek pressed between his shoulder blades.

He paused mid-sentence.

Your voice came out soft, “Come back to bed.”

He swallowed, throat tightening around the words he’d meant to say.

“Just a second,” he murmured into the phone, gently pulling it away from his ear. “Hold on.”

You didn’t let go.

In fact, your arms curled tighter around his waist, and he could feel the slow drag of your bare chest pressed to his back, the way you breathed in the scent of his skin like you needed it to fall asleep again.

“You’re cold,” he murmured, not even turning around yet, his hand covering yours where it rested low on his stomach. “You should’ve stayed under the covers.”

You mumbled something unintelligible and a little whiny against his skin, still half-asleep.

“I got lonely,” you finally whispered. “Bed’s too big without you.”

That nearly broke him.

He glanced at the phone still clutched in his hand, hearing the faint crackle of the supplier’s voice on the other end.

He could’ve finished the call. Should’ve.

But your breath was slow and warm against his back, and your fingers were tracing lazy little circles against his abdomen like you didn’t even realize you were doing it.

Heeseung tilted his head toward the phone and spoke quickly. “Sorry, I’ll get back to you in an hour. Something urgent came up.”

The line clicked off. He didn’t care if the supplier was annoyed.

You didn’t say anything at first, not even as he set the phone down on the counter and turned slowly in your arms.

You looked up at him through heavy eyes,, hair a tousled halo around your face, skin lit by the faint blue haze of early morning.

The duvet stayed wrapped around you, but he could see the line of your shoulder, the slope of your collarbone, the flush in your cheeks.

You looked like something out of a dream.

His voice came out rougher than he meant. “You’re dangerous.”

You tilted your head up at him, blinking innocently. “Me?”

“You.”

He ran his fingers through your hair, thumb brushing your cheek. “You do things to me I can’t explain.”

You leaned into his chest again and murmured, “Then stop trying to explain and just come back to bed.”

He chuckled low in his throat, the sound vibrating against your skin. “Pushy.”

You tugged him gently by the waistband of his sweats. “You like me pushy.”

He did.

Buthe liked you like this, too— soft and quiet, in the middle of the night when the world was paused just long enough to let him hold you without pretending.

So he kissed your forehead and reached down, scooping you up in one smooth motion.

You squealed, the duvet slipping a little, exposing your legs as you curled instinctively into him. “Heeseung!”

“You woke up,” he said as he carried you down the hall, voice mock-serious. “Then interrupted my call. Now you’re going to make up for it.”

“I missed you,” you said, chin tucked against his shoulder, “You’re the one who left me naked and cold in your enormous bed.”

“Don’t act like you didn’t steal all the covers and kicked my back”

He nudged the bedroom door open with his foot and carried you back to bed.

The mattress were still warm where you’d been. He laid you down gently and crawled in beside you, wrapping an arm around your waist, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“You’re such a clingy sleeper,” you mumbled.

“I like sleeping with you,” he said, pulling the duvet higher around you both. “Shut up and let me enjoy it.”

You smiled sleepily, eyes already drifting shut again, your body melting into his.

And there, under the weight of blankets, limbs tangled together, his breath evening out beside yours, you both slipped back into the kind of sleep that only came after passion, laughter, and the slow certainty that neither of you wanted to be anywhere else.

It started with an email, and it ended with love.

[honeymoonave777]

DOUBLE TROUBLE ✶ ( 이희승 & 심재윤 )

the sweetest fruits are always forbidden, and in this case, it's your two new stepbrothers ❤︎⁠

PAIRING⟢ lee heeseung x sim jaeyun x f!reader

TAGS ──── ⚠️ MDNI, porn with plot ( 8.3k ) ft. nerd bsf! sunghoon, stepcest, morally gray characters, finger sucking, food play, dry humping, wet dream, oral (f!receiving), clit play, threesome, piv, unprotected (wrap it before you tap it!), double penetration, choking, spanking, praise kink, degradation, use of word slut, creampie, orgasm denial, mind break, they're SO freaked out, nasty smut, heejake are seniors y/n & hoon are juniors (all characters are 18+)

NOTE based on this ask!

WHEN YOUR MOM showed you the ring on her finger the size of an actual rock, you were happy. 

she’d finally met someone. a good man, who always smiled at you, asked how your classes were going, and reminded you to eat on time with a faint frown. one who surprisingly didn’t look at you like you were some extra baggage, unlike her past flings, who considered you the annoying fee they paid to be with your hot young mother. “a total milf,” they would comment. sure, they were all passionate and steamy—but then they fizzled out just as quickly.

so, when she packed your entire life up into neat cardboard boxes at the speed of light—not that it would take so long, given the humble shoebox apartment you lived in—you were so happy for her. you’d never seen her smile so much and go so long without complaining about the broken AC. it was like nothing could faze her.

so, why is it that now that you’re all settled into your new house, with its marble floor and spiraling staircase and a walk-in bedroom closet the size of your old living room, you just feel so…

…unhappy?

all the spaciousness and grandeur of it all wasn’t lost on you. but it just felt unfamiliar, and that’s what made it all the more scary. it’s not like you missed your old life. you just felt like you didn’t fit into your new one. 

take, for example, the prep school your stepfather had enrolled you in. full of prissy teenagers with ruffled skirts and fresh blowouts and faces that looked as if they were carved by angels—not really, just the work of their family’s plastic surgeon. 

but none of it hid their rotten interiors. 

you felt their vulture eyes on you every time you passed by, whispering in hushed tones about how your mom had apparently swindled her new husband. how they couldn’t fathom the likes of you breathing the same air as them. 

it all probably would’ve completely broken you—if it weren’t for your stepbrothers. honestly, they were absolute lifesavers.

heeseung and jake always accompanied you to every one of your classes, heeseung’s hand on your lower back was a warm, steady presence that held your edges together as you tried to tune out the noise of all the stares and snickers. and jake would take your hand in his, murmuring, “don’t worry about them, just focus on this,” rubbing the insides of your wrist to ground you. 

what you didn’t notice was the very next second after you’d walked into class, they would turn around and shoot the most venomous glare at those girls, a silent threat that didn’t go unnoticed as they quieted down instantly.

it was all very surprising. the way people at school seemed to be almost worship them. 

of course, you noticed how the crowd parted whenever they appeared in the hallway. how the table you three sat was somehow always left empty, as if specially reserved, even in a cafeteria where people would fight just for a seat. 

once, a freshman tripped over his unlaced seakers, spilling a can of orange pop soda near you guys. heeseung had just looked at him blankly. it’s not like he was even aggressive or anything. you’d actually never seen him lose his temper. he was such a calm person. but the guy blabbered hundreds of apologies and scurried to wipe it up as if he was being chased.

you didn’t see what all the fuss was about. they were so painstakingly ordinary. you often wondered what people would say if they saw the way they acted at home. just two rowdy high school boys making a mess in the kitchen when they were supposed to be doing chores, yelling over each other so loudly when playing video games that your stepdad had to cut off the WiFi so he could holler at them and get them to finally stop. 

but you really didn’t know what you would do without them—and your best friend, sunghoon.

SUNGHOON HAD a skittish temperament. he was six feet tall, but he always slouched. he didn’t speak unless spoken to. so, when he approached you to pair up in chemistry lab, it was safe to say you were intrigued. 

he had quickly explained, a slight tremor to his voice and black locks falling into his face, that it was because he had overheard from the advisor that you were joining the science olympiad, so he trusted that you “won’t mess everything up like these idiots.” 

after that, it was basically history. with you, and your shared nonexistent popularity, you guessed he just felt comfortable to be himself. he could relate to being on the lowest rung of the hierarchy. 

in the past, he’d struggle to choke up a full sentence and function as a member of civil society. but funnily enough, these days, it seemed like you couldn’t get him stop talking. he would ramble on and on about the unique properties of alkalines or another one of his current hyperfixations. in response, you would bump his shoulder and roll your eyes jokingly, telling him, “we get itt,” and he would flush a deep red, going mute and absentmindedly rubbing that same spot on his shoulder the rest of the day. had you actually hurt him or something? you were getting concerned.

but today, he looked even more skittish than usual. in a way that had nothing to do with this temperament. you didn’t think it was possible, but here he was, completely avoiding eye contact with you, murmuring a quick, “hey,” as he brushed past you and sat all the way in the back of class. 

weird.

you wanted to ask him what was wrong, but then the teacher had started the lecture, so you had to sit down. 

after class, he practically ran out the door. you caught up to him, grabbing his wrist. “sunghoon, wait!”

he stilled, shrugging out of your grasp as if your touch had burned him. it made bile rise in your throat. 

why was he being so weird? like, did you smell or something? 

he turned to you, looking down at the floor, and that’s when you noticed the sickly green color of his skin. you catalogued each observation as if it could help you piece together what he wasn’t telling you. his gaunt dark circles, sunken cheekbones, mussed uniform, and split lip. sunghoon was one of the most meticulous people you knew. he even ironed his bed sheets, something he’d told you in confidence. so the fact he looked so unkempt only confirmed to you that he wasn’t well.

“are you ok? you look sick. is something wrong?”

“it’s nothing,” he mumbled under his breath, all too quick that you knew to press further. 

“don’t lie to me, hoonie. what is it? why are you avoiding me?”

he sighed so deeply that it sounded like he was carrying something heavier than he let on, and finally looked up at you. and the look in his wide, glassy eyes made your blood run cold. he looked fucking scared. yes, he was scared of a lot of things. the dark. the yellow teletubby. his mother’s voicemails. but not you. never you.

“i don’t think we should really be friends anymore.” 

your stomach dropped. each word cut into your heart like daggers. 

“w-what? why are you saying this? did i do something wrong?”

“no, i just don’t think it’s a good idea. i’ve realized that we’re too different. you’re not on my level.” 

what the fuck.

the tears brimmed hot and ready to fall. your chest caved in and your voice felt all too weak when you whispered, “you don’t mean that.” 

“no, i do. you’re a nobody. i don’t want to be associated with you.” 

and that’s what did it, the tears streaming down your face. you wanted to scream. you wanted to demand an explanation, because this was just ridiculous. you wanted to shake him until the sick monster wearing sunghoon’s face with sunghoon’s voice disappeared and you got your sunghoon back. 

but the words died in your throat. 

you’d never expected this. from sunghoon, of all people? sure, people hated you and your guts. sure, most of them never acknowledged your presence and when they did, it was only to giggle at you behind your back, but sunghoon? he was your best friend.

your only friend. 

he turned away before he could see you crumple to the ground.

WHEN YOU ARRIVED at home, you didn’t say a word to anyone. usually, you would at least smile and ask martha, the housekeeper, how her grandchildren were doing. 

but today, you didn’t have it in you to care. in fact, you could barely feel your limbs as you sprawled on your bed like a starfish. the tears had stopped long ago because you’d bled your body dry. your throat was achy, and your clothes felt sticky, and you really wanted to take a shower, but you couldn’t even move. 

a small knock on your door resounded. 

you hiccuped, mumbling, “come in.” 

heeseung and jake stood in the corridor, eyes wide at your state of complete disarray. god, you probably looked like such a mess right now. you didn’t want them to see you like this. you didn’t want to make them think you were always some weak helpless thing they had to protect all the time. a burden. you quickly wiped your face, getting up already, when jake stopped you, a hand on your shoulder, propping up the pillows behind you and tucking the blanket over you. 

“you should take it easy. we could hear you crying for hours, it felt like it was never gonna stop. your body needs the rest.”

heeseung nodded along, handing you a bottle of water and gently tipping it up so you could take small sips as he asked, “do you want to talk about it? it’s okay if you don’t want to.” 

“no, i think i’ll feel better telling you guys. i feel like i’m going crazy and i don’t know if i’m being dramatic.”

you took a deep breath. “so, you know sunghoon?”

“the kid that’s always following you around like a lost puppy?” jake snickered. heeseung bumped  him with this elbow, “sorry, sorry,” he chuckled. “what about him?”

“he told me today that he doesn’t want to be friends anymore. he cut off our friendship. like, we almost, broke up? i don’t know what to even call it. can you even break up as friends?” you rambled, the words spilling out of you, because you needed the sound of your voice to drone out your thoughts, the way the moment replayed in your head like a broken CD. “i don’t even know what i did wrong. and when i asked him, he said, i’m not on h-his l-level. can you believe it? since when did that kind of stuff even matter to him? he just seems like a completely different person.”

jake cut in, “because he is. he’s just showing his true colors.”

heeseung added on, “jake’s right, y/nnie. you don’t need anyone who doesn’t appreciate you in their life. your feelings are valid. he was being an asshole, but he doesn’t deserve your tears. this is just who he is, and today you finally found out.”

“w-what do you mean?” sunghoon was harsh today, but he wasn’t a bad person. he spent his free time volunteering at the bunny shelter, for god’s sake. 

jake’s voice was sweet, but it didn’t do anything to land the blow of his words, “haven’t you heard? sunghoon’s been talking a big game about you. during P.E. in the locker room, he was bragging about how he became friends with you and how you guys are so close, all so that he could finally hit it.” 

“what.”

heeseung explained, “he only became your friend, because he thought you would eventually sleep with him. and i guess, well, since you haven’t, he dropped you,” he shrugged.

“no, i know what that means, i’m just in shock.” 

heeseung rubbed slow circles on your back, “i know it’s a lot to take in. we overheard from some of the guys earlier. we were going to tell you, but then all this went down. i’m sorry, y/n.”

you nodded along, his touch a slight respite to your heavy heart. it made sense. sunghoon was only being nice to you for this digustingly selfish reason and now he’d come clean because he didn’t feel the need to keep up the act any longer. after all, who in the world could truly switch up that fast?

“thank you, guys,” your voice was broken and raspy, but you still hoped they heard the gratefulness in it. “i don’t know what i’d do without you.” 

THE NEXT FEW DAYS passed by in a blur. eat (barely). coffee (way too much). study. repeat. (note: the lack of the word sleep). you’d spent every waking moment camping out in the library, under the guise of preparing for exams, but really, it was to keep yourself so buried in your work that you didn’t feel anything else—just numb—not even the hurt or heartbreak of anything tied to a particularly pale and lanky ex-friend of yours.  

now, finished with all your exams, you were planning to spend the rest of the night cooped up in your room, like always, re-reading some stupid romance novel for the hundredth time until your eyes got bleary and sleep took over, because otherwise, it was too hard to fall asleep these days. 

but then, jake barged into your room and announced to nobody in particular, “this is so not it.”

“who cares. just leave me alone, jake,” you muttered, rolling your eyes and turning over in bed so your back was facing him. 

he turned you back, taking the book from your hands quicker than you could say no. “hey, i care. hell, you’ve been completely isolated from society the last 2 fucking weeks. you need to get out of this goddamn room. i swear it’s making you depressed.”

“okay, fine, whatever,” you relented, too tired to argue, as he dragged you out of bed and into the gaming room. yes, they had a whole separate room just for their antics (funded by daddy dearest, of course).

the walls were a dark gray, and there were thick blackout curtains prepared to make it the most comfortable viewing experience. red LED lights washed the room in a soft glow and two leather gaming chairs sat in front of the flatscreen smart TV. trinkets and figurines, from limited edition legos to toy story, were displayed on the wall shelves. 

“hey y/n,” heeseung nodded over at you with a small smile, still practically glued to the screen.

“there’s no space for me to sit, see? i’ll just go back,” you swiftly turned, already trying to escape—but jake caught your wrist in time, “no biggie. you can share with one of us.”

“yeah, come on, you can sit with me,” heeseung patted at the space next to him on the chair, although it looked nowhere near big enough for anyone, really. 

regardless, you swallowed any hesitation you had because of how nice they were being to you. so, you cleared your throat and plopped down, desperately trying to squeeze in, huffing when it became clear it was impossible. literally only a toddler could fit here. “it’s not enough space,” you mumbled, already getting up—but heeseung pulled you back down.

on his lap, this time. 

your cheeks went hot as you squirmed around, still trying to get up, but he held the controller in one hand and placed the other on your thigh, stilling you in an attempt to calm your nerves. instinctively, you looked down and something about the sight of his tan, large, callused hand against your soft thighs, the firmness of his grip, how easily he’d commanded your focus, it all made your stomach flip for reasons you couldn’t exactly name.

heeseung broke you out of your thoughts. “just stop moving around and enjoy the game, y/n. come on, you’ve been holed up in your room for god knows how long. so, just take your mind off things and have a good time, yeah?”

you turned around to look at him, his soft gaze and huge brown eyes that held only care and concern for you. you think if heeseung looked at anyone like that and asked anything, they could do nothing else but agree. so you found yourself nodding along, you were truly grateful, but inside, you just felt incredibly guilty. you couldn’t stop replaying sunghoon’s harsh words and somehow they’d absorbed into you. a new insecurity that you’d internalized fully. that you were somebody that was difficult to be around. that it was hard for people to like you. that you weren’t on their level. 

your eyes flit to the floor. “i know, hee, but i feel bad, i’m disturbing you guys and making you literally carry me right now,” you mumbled, only voicing half of what was swimming inside your head.

he tucked a misplaced strand of hair behind your ear, his hand lingering at your jaw, tilting your downcast head up again. “hey, look at me. it’s okay, i really don’t mind. you’re fun to be around and we want you here. with us.” he looked at jake for a moment, who nodded in solidarity and agreement. “not inside of that crazy head of yours. and if i really minded, y/n, i would tell you, i promise.”

you’re fun to be around.

we want you here.

with just two sentences, heeseung had singlehandedly addressed the gnarly things you’d try to run away from these past few weeks. how was he so good at this? were you really that transparent? still, every single one of those words acted like a balm to the wounds that were yet to heal. it didn’t completely fix everything, of course. a small part of you, a faint voice ringing in your ears, refused to believe that he really meant it. that you deserved such kind words. but you droned it out. instead, you allowed yourself to soak in the warmth of his words. immediately, your mood was brighter, a small smile twitching at your mouth.

with that, you felt less embarrassed or like you were overstepping. so you finally relaxed into heeseung, practically using him like a pillow, as he brought his arms back around you, holding the controller. everyone went back to focusing on the game. it was quite entertaining actually, especially when jake would yell at the screen like a madman every time heeseung beat him. it had been a while since you’d had this much fun. things were going well.

yeah, for a grand total of five minutes.

because right then, you felt an unmistakable hardness against your lower back. at first, it didn’t even register, because you refused to acknowledge it. maybe if you pretended it didn’t exist, it wouldn’t. totally solid logic, y/n. you told yourself it was just a natural reaction. heeseung was a young man, so of course, he had these fundamental biological reactions. he couldn’t help it. it was completely normal and nothing to fuss about. you felt guilty for even putting him in this position in the first place, he was being so nice and accommodating, just to get you out of your head, so you didn’t want to make him feel all weird about it and humiliate him.  

but then, you felt it nudge against your core, down there, catching at the spongy entrance of your pussy covered only by a flimsy pair of panties and the silk nightdress that you were wearing. 

you practically flew out of your seat.

“what is it? is something wrong?” heeseung peered up at you with wide eyes, a small frown tugging at his mouth. 

jake removed his headset and looked at you both curiously, his brows furrowed in confusion.

whatever excuse you were going to say to get back to your room evaporated instantly in the back of your throat. they were being so sweet and trying to include you so you didn’t feel so alone. you didn’t want to ruin everything or seem difficult or rude. you didn’t want to prove sunghoon right. that no one would want to be friends with you. spend time with you. 

so, you decided you should just suck it up. 

you stuttered, “n-nothing’s wrong. just my foot fell asleep, so i got up to stretch. that’s all,” you let out a nervous chuckle, dropping into an unceremonious lunge right there, sweat beading down your forehead. “see? all gone!”

heeseung looked mildly confused, glancing at jake for a beat, but just sighed and nodded. you sat back down, hoping and praying that thing would go away. 

but it didn’t. 

so then you took it upon yourself to create some distance between you two, because maybe if you weren’t stuck to his back as much it would help make it go away. it was the least you could do. you scooted a bit forward, but then heeseung lunged forward too, shouting at something on the screen, firing the joystick forward forcefully to attack his opponent as he was completely enraptured in the game. 

the friction of the roll of his hips against yours sent a tingle down your spine, and heat pooled in between your thighs. you squirmed again, trying to reposition yourself better, but every rub and drag and grind of him beneath you became only more and more pronounced until you felt the dampness starting to coat your panties. nononoNO. this cannot be happening.

and then, heeseung lowered his arms around the controller, bringing it down so it was resting on your lap. the feeling of the solid weight of his hands right there, where you were craving something you couldn’t even tell the shape of, just knowing this was not nearly enough to quench that ache, it was all too much. you let out a small, broken whimper before you could stop it. 

that’s it. you launched yourself out of the seat and mumbled a quick, “sorry, i have to go,” running out the door and hoping he or jake didn’t hear it.

fuck, that was so embarrasssing.

YOU THOUGHT you could just block out that whole incident from your memory. where was the eternal sunshine clinic when you needed it? it was all going according to plan, kind of…

now, you were in the kitchen, baking red velvet cupcakes to relax and take your mind off things. you’d already finished with the base cake part, and now you were making the buttercream frosting. hey, maybe, you could share some with heeseung and it would make things less weird, because—well, you’d been kind of avoiding him. 

but then, you felt a warm solid presence hovering behind you. heeseung. your body thrummed, adrenaline rushing as you shivered, from fear or from something else, you didn’t know. had your mental state deteriorated so much that you were having fucking hallucinations, now? oh, lord.

suddenly, hands gripped your sides. “BOO!” a voice boomed over your shoulder.

a shrill, blood-curdling scream ripped from your lungs. you hadn’t considering that there could actually be someone there, since you were so convinced you were imagining things. you felt a low, gravelly chuckle grazing your ear, a warm breath fanning across your neck that made you shiver again. 

“please, you’re so easy to scare,” jake chuckled. 

before you could whack him with the whisk, he promptly swiped it from your hand, and shot you that lazy dimpled grin you’d come to recognize as a sign that he’s up to absolutely no good. “so, can i get a taste?” he asked, a twinkle in his eyes you didn’t trust one bit.

“with what, dumbass, you stole my utensil,” you grumbled. he’d completely pissed you off with his little prank. otherwise, you might’ve been more agreeable to give him some. in fact, you’d already been planning on sharing anyway.

“well, you still have your hands,” he pointed down at them. 

“wow, great observation. no shit, sherlock,” you rolled your eyes.

“please, pretty please, just a little bite. or else, i’m telling your mom that you’re hogging all the food and bullying me.”

“oh okay, because you’re literally starving or something.” 

“well, i am now,” he singsonged. 

“ugh, fine,” you muttered, dipping your finger in gingerly to pick up some of the white frosting, ready to place it in his hand, but right then, he abruptly took your wrist and pulled you closer until your chest collided with his. 

your heart dropped straight into the ground. you couldn’t breathe.

he was so close you could see the small golden flecks in his eyes as he held your gaze intensely. your face started getting hot. suddenly, he closed his lips around your index finger, enveloping it in the heat of his mouth, still holding eye contact with you. your mind went completely blank like a whiteboard. his lashes fluttered once, and all you could do was watch like it was happening in slow-motion, the way he hollowed his mouth, looking up at you with a hooded sultry gaze. all you could do was feel the sensation of his tongue lapping and sucking and swirling around your finger, getting every last bit of frosting. and all you could hear were the wet smacks of his tongue and the faint buzz of the kitchen fan, and the increasingly louder thump, thump, thump of your own heartbeat.

“mmm,” he moaned around it, a vibration that resounded low and sent a tremor through your body. he let your finger go with a loud pop, plump lips glistening with the remaining wetness, “tastes real good.”

you couldn’t even respond properly. your brain was still catching up to what just happened. you were definitely annoyed. furious at him for first pranking you, then this, whatever this was. but you were also really, really fucking turned on. good thing jake didn’t leave you struggling for too long, saying, “now, your turn.”

he scooped up a bit of frosting onto his index finger,  holding it up to your mouth expectantly, tapping your lips with his thumb, “open up,” and you complied on autopilot, brain long since gone into overdrive.

you cautiously licked just the tip, but then he thrust his finger in deeper, and added another finger, causing you to gag. “c’mon, you gotta clean all of it off to really get the taste,” he cooed. 

you slackened your jaw, letting your lips cover your teeth so as not to graze his fingers and began sucking of all the creamy frosting until the sugary sweetness of it melted and mixed with the warm, slightly salty flavor of his skin. and all that was left was the aftertaste of him on your tongue. 

slowly, he dragged his finger out, mechanically washing his hands in the kitchen sink as you gawked at him the whole time. 

and then he left without another word. 

so, what the actual fuck.

YOU DIDN’T REALLY do this type of thing often. touching yourself. even thinking it out loud, even if it was just in your head, made you feel weird and self-conscious. probably, because of your lack of experience in the sector, being a virgin and all that. not like you were embarassed about it. you just never felt ready yet. honestly, maybe, it was the effect of the purity culture surrounding you. or maybe, it was because even though your mother had never had a shortage of sexual encounters and one night stands (ones that you had to unfortunately block out with noise-cancelling headphones on the other side of the wall), she’d never really sat you down and had the talk. you’re thankful, though, it would have been way too awkward. but still.

sometimes, you wish you knew more about this kind of stuff.

like now, because you had no idea what you were supposed to be doing with your fingers shoved down there. 

you started by swirling your finger across your clit, poking and prodding and hoping it would get you over the edge. occasionally, you would dip your finger actually inside, spreading the wetness up and all over, but it all felt too mechanical. the knot in your stomach grew tighter and tighter, but you just couldn’t… 

come. 

you huffed, retreating your hand, frustrated. maybe, thinking of something specific would help. of someone. 

your mind drifted to a hazy image of tan veiny hands, brown locks, and eyes that looked like melted pools of butter. the vivid memory of his heart-shaped lips around your fingers. how it would feel to kiss him, how you knew he would be good at it, his skilled tongue tangling with yours as his hands roamed your waist and hip, and dipped lower. lower. lower. how he would curl his fingers into the wetness pooling inside your thighs, sucking and licking and fucking you with his tongue until your toes curled. 

oh my god, you were so close.

so so close.

in your reverie, another pair of hands caressed your waist, landing on your ass until you felt him, strong and solid pressing into you. every roll of his hips against yours sent you further into the jake’s mouth, the high bridge of his nose bumping your clit in the most perfect way. meanwhile, heeseung squeezed and smacked your ass, “god, you love this don’t you. love being such a good little slut for us,” he groaned, grinding his cock against you in slow, torturous circles.

“she tastes so sweet,” jake moaned, licking a long stripe down your clit until you trembled and whined. 

jake started thrusting his fingers in and out at a rapid pace, rubbing your clit with his thumb at the same time and kissing and tonguing your pussy. simultaneously, heeseung roughly moved you back against him, rolling his hips frantically to chase the impending high. the dual sensation of heeseung’s cock rubbing back against you and jake’s mouth and fingers—it was all too much. and you felt your muscles lock up as pleasure washed over you and left you shaking. 

your head felt hazy. your clothes were all sticky. and it wasn’t until you were inside the shower, letting the steady hot drizzle of the water burn into your skin, that the thought fully materialized.  

you’d orgasmed thinking about heeseung and jake. 

your fucking stepbrothers. 

you’d never felt worse.

THE GUILT WAS eating at you slowly but surely. a secret that tasted like bile in your throat. here they were, being so nice and caring. sure, jake would mess around with you. but it was only because he was cracking a joke just to make you smile, it’s not like he knew how crazy you were and how your body would react to it. and heeseung? he would sit and listen to you for hours as you vented out all your frustrations—and all you could think about was this. disgusting. 

you felt like a horny crazy sex demon had possessed you.

so, you skirted around them whenever you could, eyes flitting to the ground, always mumbling a quick, “sorry, gotta go.” 

but, now, there was no way around it. your parents had left on a business trip, and they’d left the house in the care of you three.

leaving you in the middle of it all, quite literally. because, right now, heeseung sat on your left and jake on your right, caging you in with everything you’d been trying not to confront, as some old rom-com played on the tv. you weren’t paying attention at all. you were only here, because they’d cornered you and insisted you never hang out with them anymore (this was true), and your parents weren’t even there to act as a buffer, so you really had no escape route.

plus, when heeseung had asked why you’d been so busy recently (the flimsy excuse you’d come up with on the spot), just seeing him so dejected and hurt made you feel even more guilty. you didn’t want to keep making them think that they did something wrong to push you away, when the whole problem was you and your dirty mind! 

the three of you were wrapped in a thick off-white cashmere couch blanket that your mother had picked out for the decor. as the movie droned on, heeseung’s hand came to rest on your thigh like an afterthought, a phantom touch that reminded you of one too many nights ago. and jake was practically glued to your side, muttering something about how cold it was, shoulders bumping against yours every other second. 

heeseung traced slow patterns on your thigh, still facing the TV, and you wrote it off as some absentminded fidgeting thing. you didn’t mind, really. it wasn’t anything inappropriate, of course.

but you swore you could feel his hand slowly inching up until it brushed the hem your cotton pajama shorts. but honestly, you were probably just imagining that. your horny sex-crazed brain was playing tricks on you.  

and that’s when you felt jake’s breath grazing the tip of your ear, his lips brushing against your neck, as he whispered, low and gravelly, “hey, can you hand me the remote?”

you froze, a whimper slipping from you before you could stop it.

oh my god, you fucking whimpered instead of handing him the remote like a normal person.

and it didn’t go unnoticed, because heeseung whipped his head away from the TV, eyes solely latched onto you, “hm? what was that?” 

“n-nothing,” you mumbled, voice still breathy and high-pitched.

“didn’t sound like nothing. y/n, is something wrong?” jake’s honey-sweet voice dripped with concern. 

“well, uhm. there is one thing.”

“go on, what is it? you know you can tell us anything, right?” heeseung smiled warmly, a half-moon-shaped crinkle appearing next to his eyes that made you think he looked like an absolute teddy bear or something. NO, STOP Y/N. stop romanticizing him. HE’S YOUR STEPBROTHER. 

still, his calm demeanor set your nerves somewhat at ease, so you just thought you’d get it all out and worry later.

“i can’t stop thinking about IT.”

“like the clown?” jake snickered. “come on, it’s not even that scary.”

“no,” you groaned with frustration, “like ITT. you know?” you gestured with your hands in some wavy motion that only left them more confounded than before. 

“what the hell is that supposed to be?” heeseung let out a small chuckle, genuinely lost.

“like s-e-x. ugh, i don’t know what’s wrong with me, and i-i can’t stop, and it’s really gross, and oh my goodness, there’s something totally wrong with me, right? i think i need to see someone, this is so bad, ugh, i hate myself, sorry i’m being so weird,” the words tumbled out before you could stop and think. all of what’s been plaguing your mind now out in the open. tears brimmed in your eyes, threatening to spill.

jake wrapped his hand around yours, “hey, no, look at me. you know we care about you, right?” 

you nodded, unable to speak. everything felt like it was closing on you, caught in your throat.

heeseung added on, “and you know we’d do anything for you, righ—”

jake cut him off, “so let us help you out.”

“what do you mean?” you mumbled, vision starting to go blurry with unshed tears. you blinked it away.

“you know, with that. trust me, you just need to experience it, so you don’t keep thinking about it. it’ll feel good, and then you never have to worry about it again.”

“o-okay, j-just get rid of it. please.” you didn’t care how wrong this was. you would do anything to stop feeling this way. it was the only way to fix this once and for all, so you could stop fantasizing about your goddamn stepbrothers.

“just let us take care of you, okay? heeseung rubbed slow, comforting circles on your knee. “you trust us, right?”

you nodded, beyond thankful and ready to get this over with. 

heeseung brought his hand up to cup your face, your lashes fluttering shut as he tilted your head up and kissed you, swallowing your gasp. his pillowy lips melted against yours, it was soft, slow, and he took his time with small pecks that made you lose your balance. he coaxed your mouth further open with his tongue, hands growing braver as he wrapped them around your waist, pressing you to him as he exhaled into you with a small moan. he pulled back, and it took some time for your eyes to adjust to the light and the delicate, sweet bliss clouding your head to dissipate. 

then, jake turned you to him without wasting a second, pressing a wet kiss just underneath your jaw that made you moan and tilt your head further to give him more access. he sucked at the same spot, pads of his fingertips pressing into your collarbones with a grip that felt like he needed to feel you, needed to be impossibly closer to you to anchor himself. it cut off your circulation slightly, but something about that loss only made you feel every inch of his lips against your skin more intensely. you gasped, his teeth grazing your skin slightly as he soothed over it with his tongue, the pain blurred by the instant pleasure. jake trailed kisses on your collarbone, your upper chest, dragging the straps of your tank down to kiss your shoulder, until finally, he latched his lips onto yours. 

unlike heeseung, he instantly crushed his lips to yours, biting into your bottom lip and tearing a small gasp out of you that was soon muffled. his tongue tangled with yours, a clear show of dominance. you pulled back for air.

your chest heaved as your eyes flitted from heeseung to jake, unsure of what to do next. 

heeseung sensed your hesitation. “just sit back and relax, ok?” he laid you flat horizontally against the couch. his hands came up to your tank. “can i take this off?” 

“yeah,” you rasped, until he tugged it over your head, and there you were left in your bra and tiny pajama shorts. 

“you’re so beautiful, y/n,” heeseung said, caressing your waist, your stomach, admiring the small marks adorning you that had started to bloom along your collarbone and shoulders that were jake’s handiwork. he pressed a small kiss to the underside of your throat that had you arching up into his touch, while palming your breasts over the lacy white fabric.

at the same time, jake pulled your shorts down, revealing the wet spot already dampening your panties. “you’re so wet already,” he murmured, “cute.” his thumb barely brushed over your clit, circling it with a light, teasing touch. he pinched the nub unexpectedly, causing you to whimper and yelp, sending a heady rush of pain and pleasure through your core. 

“oh? you liked that?” he teased, “didn’t take you for a painslut,” he hummed, amused. he didn’t even give you a second of respite before he suddenly slapped your pussy. you mewled, and jake observed the fabric grow so soaked your pussy was basically see-through now. “fuck,” he muttered under his breath, “you’re so goddamn wet.” he wasn’t complaining. he loved it. actually it made it all the easier for him to tease you, scrunching the panty together into a thin sticky strap, gliding it across your clit. side to side. unraveling it and smoothing it out back again to finger you through the fabric. you moaned, the friction between the fabric and your sensitive folds making you furrow your brows, eyes closing shut.

heeseung made quick work of unclasping your bra, his hot tongue on your nipples a contrast to the cool air that had you moaning, “h-heee.”

“that feel good, angel?” heeseung continued his ministrations, taking your nipple fully into his mouth now, sucking it as he tugged and pinched your other nipple in between his thumb and forefinger. he switched and switched again, until you thought you could come just from this—and the way jake was still working you from below.

suddenly, he pulled back, leaving you dazed and confused as you opened your eyes.

“can’t have you come just yet, pretty,” he explained, pulling his gray sweatpants down to reveal his flushed cock, hard and leaking with precum. 

you’d never really had any, but you’d be surprised if he didn’t win for most picturesque or something. he was long, thick, and slightly arched to the side, and as you were practically drooling, you failed to notice it might be a bit of a problem to have that fit inside you. 

“won’t fit,” you mumbled your observation absentmindedly.

“oh, what’s that? don’t worry, princess, i’ll make it fit,” he smirked.

you bit your lip in anticipation, as heeseung positioned himself at your entrance, knees holding your thighs apart as jake moved away to give him space. 

and then, even though your face was already probably the color of a tomato, you needed to come clean with this. it just wouldn’t be right otherwise. so, you just shut your eyes and said it really really fast. “i’mavirginbytheway.”

heeseung laughed. your eyes flew wide open in surprise. 

what? why did he laugh? 

jake and him glanced at each other for a second, something moving across their faces, but it was gone before you could comprehend it. 

“don’t worry, we already had an idea,” he explained, clearing your doubts. “i’ll go slow,” he promised, pulling your panties to the side. he inched in with a groan, your walls fluttering around him. you gasped, feeling his mushroomy tip nudge against your gummy walls. the sticky wetness coating your folds made it easy for him to slip in about—well, only a quarter of the way.

you were getting worried, and your muscles tensed up, which heeseung noticed. “relax for me, pretty,” he whispered, his thumb massaging your clit to help ease you up. he sunk all the way in with a groan that sounded almost painful. you let out a small gasp, feeling utterly stuffed to the brim. 

he gripped your hips for balance, his large hands digging into your waist as he slowly lowered himself out, and in again, true to his promise. he drove into you impossibly deeper every time, bullying your cervix. he brought his hand to rest on your stomach, feeling the way the skin bulged. “open your eyes, baby, want you to see how deep i am,” he murmured. you looked down, gasping at the clearly visible evidence of him moving under your skin. it was an almost poetic testament to the way your body desperately held onto him, and just as desperate, how heeseung had buried himself into you without a lick of space. you felt every single vein and ridge of him sliding against your sticky walls, only making you moan louder. 

“that’s right, baby, your pussy’s sucking me in so fucking deep. so greedy. it’s like it wants to keep me inside forever,” he groaned. with the way you clenched around him, heeseung became utterly pussy drunk, cursing under his breath, “f-fuck, so tight.” 

you were so lost in the feeling of him you didn’t particularly notice how jake was watching everything with his jaw dropped open, eyes glassed over. a small gasp escaped his mouth. he was fisting himself, pants pooled at his ankles. every time heeseung drove back out, you could do nothing but try and arch your back and push back against him to feel him again, which had jake imagining how you would feel around him. would you be just as needy? “god, so fucking needy,” he moaned, moving his palm faster and faster.

he could feel the edge looming over, just out of reach. he couldn’t take it anymore. he moved next to heeseung, stilling him with a hand on his shoulder. “bro, you’re going so slow, come on, i can’t wait any longer. it’s my turn,” he huffed.  

heeseung reluctantly pulled out, and it left you whining, instantly craving something to fill the ache again. 

“don’t worry, baby, i got you,” jake cupped your face, thumb brushing your cheek gingerly in complete contrast to the smirk on his face. suddenly, he thrusted in, burying himself all the way to the hilt easily with the wet mixture of your wetness and heeseung’s precum. 

he set a brutal pace, plowing into you. your eyes rolled back. jake was girthier than heeseung, not as long, but the way he stretched you out had you seeing stars. and he wasn’t far off. he was completely absorbed in the feel of you pulsing and clenching around him. “fuck, she’s so tight, bro. best fucking pussy ever.” 

his hands squished your cheeks together, making your face form a pout, drool trailing down the side as tears began to pool in your eyes from the pure ecstasy of it all. “so. fucking. cute,” he punctuated each word with a sharp thrust. “i knew one cock wasn’t enough for a slut like you.” he drove into you so hard the entire couch shook from the force of it. “come on. say it.”

“say that you're ours. our slut. our fucktoy. ” he dropped his hand from your face, only to bring it around your throat.

“y-yes,” you rasped, too fucked out and needy to even say otherwise.

he clicked his tongue, “nono. say it right. say you love being our slut.”

you blurted it out, “yes, i’m yours. i love it. i love being your slut.” you babbled as all you could feel was the hazy keening pleasure about to overtake you. you couldn’t hold back any longer. 

jake groaned, satisfied, harshly rolling his hips into you again, making you moan, squelching around him loudly. 

“p-please,” you begged, though your mind was too scrambled to even realize what.

“please, what?” jake teased. “wanna come, is that it?” his hand pinched your nipple making you whimper and flail around and bite your lip harshly so hard you thought you tasted blood, “yes, fuck, please, i need it so bad, jakey,” you whined desperately. 

“don’t worry, angel,” heeseung chimed in. “i know exactly what you need.” 

and with that, heeseung pushed in right next to jake, taking you both by shock. jake faltered, but only for a minute, then the next, the two of them alternated strokes. jake pulling out as heeseung pushed in, scissoring you open until the two of them pushed in together.

you mewled. the tight fit of them sliding against each other in unison was insane. you felt beyond full and stretched, the two of them together managing to hit every spot deep within you until all you could do was moan wantonly. 

“please, can i come?” you whined, feeling the wave starting to build in your core that you couldn’t control any longer.

“go on, be a good girl and come for us,” heeseung whispered, him and jake both hit a frantic relentless rhythm that had you splitting with the fullness of it all. jake was girthier and heeseung was slightly longer and the dual sensation of them both was maddening, every single crevice within you feeling stuffed. the pressure built in no time and your body locked up around them, gushing them both in your wetness.

the vibration of you shaking and fluttering around them caused heeseung to stutter and spill inside you, with jake following right after. they pulled out, your overstimulated pussy twitching still. the cool air hit your gaping hole, clenching around nothing. 

jake pulled your folds apart gently with his thumbs, causing their white, mixed cum to drip from you, glistening pearls that he thought made for one of the most beautiful sights in the world: you, laid out like a painting, all used up, leaking with their cum, skin flushed and glistening with that afterglow. “so beautiful,” he remarked. 

heeseung pulled his pants back up, going to fetch something and coming back with a warm washcloth to carefully clean you up. you jerked when the fabric hit your sensitive skin, but jake’s warm hand caressing your sides helped steady you. “sorry if i was a little rough, got carried away,” he admitted, biting his lip. you nodded, voice still too gone to answer properly.

“there, all cleaned up,” heeseung said, coming up to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. “you did so good for us, princess.” 

“that’s right. so proud of you, baby,” jake tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, gently patting down your hair that had become all mussed.  

in that moment, in their arms, you felt completely, wholly safe. your eyes began to flutter shut, your body exhausted and sleep overtaking you. all the earlier tension and stress and underlying pain you’d felt since sunghoon had evaporated. a part of you knew that everything would be different between you three from now on, that this was all wrong in the weirdest ways, but you weren’t bothered. in your gut, it felt right. you knew you could trust them to take care of you, always, just like now. 

and with that thought, you drifted off. 

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HOW TO PRETEND

in which, after a few regretful moments of letting your older brother, jake’s, best friends in your pants, you end up crying in lee heeseung’s arms from guilt—and unfortunately having to deal with the consequences.

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kiki’s note: a lil surprise for 1000 followers!! i’m so grateful to all of you and i can’t believe a thousand people enjoy my work! i only started writing on tumblr in april so this is literally crazy guys wtf… mwah mwah! i hope u guys love this too!

warnings: lots of angst, reader becomes disgusted with herself, not even a single bit aftercare, unprotected sex, protected sex, creampie, belly bulge, knee grinding, oral (f. and m. receiving), fingering, lots of crying, mean dom hoon, soft dom hee, sappy ending, leaving a few warnings out to not spoil the ending okay . . . enjoy!

you don’t even know how you got here.

one second, you and heeseung were having an intense argument—something about one of your assigned group projects.

the next second, he has you pinned against the dirty wall of the cramped janitor's closet.

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“mmh . . .”

that’s it, that’s all that you could gather the energy to say.

with heeseung’s knee placing just the perfect amount of pressure between your legs, and with your throat being flooded with spit that definitely doesn’t belong to you, your brain risks self-destruction at any moment.

heeseung pulls off you, a string of mixed saliva still linking you two. he presses his thumb against your chin. dragging it down, he gestures for you to stick your tongue out.

he guides your hips to grind harder against his knee, pulling a delicate moan out of you — which is swallowed quickly by his mouth. the sight of your soft muscle disappearing inch by inch into heeseung’s mouth, gliding in and out was enough for the heavy dam in your lower stomach to dangerously overflow.

your brain was turning into mush, all your senses becoming overwhelmed. “heeseung . . . i can’t-“

you don’t even try to finish your sentence.

if it wasn’t for heeseung holding your whole body up with his knee, you’re guaranteed that you would’ve just fallen straight onto the floor.

heeseung removes his knee from you, a complaining whine escaping your throat. he quickly slides his palm down your bare stomach—grateful to your shirt that only covers your chest—he unbuttons your shorts, pulling the zip down.

heeseung immediately slips his hand inside your panties, replacing his knee with his unfairly long fingers. they wasted no time into finding your aching entrance; already leaking and slippery for him.

he eases two fingers inside of you, savoring the way your mouth starts to spill uncontrollable moans. heeseung continues to lap at your mouth, his fingers now abusing your sweet spot.

“so pretty when you’re so dumb for me, my baby.”

he continues to curl his fingers harder, making the pathetic sounds coming from you even louder.

“hee- fuck! i’m gonna . . .”

a sudden vibration comes from heeseung’s back pocket, he tries to ignore it — but he just can’t.

“fuck.” he reaches for his stuffed phone.

he looks up at you, “jake’s calling me.”

your chest begins to heat up, mind endlessly spinning. “well don’t fucking- fuck! don’t answer it!”

huh, even in a time like this, heeseung continues to thrust his fingers in and out—and faster.

an irritating smile spreads across his face,

he answers the call.

“hello?” he breathes.

at this point, you’re practically praying that jake doesn’t hear the lewd squelching sounds coming from heeseung’s side.

you hear jake’s muffled voice through the speakers, “where the fuck are you? we’ve been waiting for you for like 15 minutes, the movies gonna start soon. get your ass here now!”

heeseung lets out a silent groan, breaking eye contact with you for a minute to roll his eyes to the side.

all of a sudden, a dirty thought enters his head.

heeseung rams his fingers deeper, harder, into you. constantly toying with the spongy spot that makes your eyes squeeze shut.

a small but undoubtedly an obvious moan accidentally leaks out of you. your eyes immediately snap open, and glare at heeseung’s phone—which is still on call with jake.

“yo, what the fuck? where are you hee?”

your heart hammers against your ribs, but heeseung doesn’t even stop there.

you’re dangerously close, and unfortunately for you; you’re super loud. cumming silently sounds like a nightmare for you! and so, you quickly motion for heeseung to just end the fucking call.

“i’m on my way, just give me a sec.”

the last thing you hear from jake is a distorted groan before heeseung cuts him off, finally letting you air out all the moans you desperately tried to suppress.

the heavy knot finally snaps, creaming heeseung’s fingers. he pulls them out of your shorts, a long rope of your release following them before breaking shortly after.

heeseung lays you a small kiss, not directly onto your lips, but near them. “see you later, y/n”

the soft click of the door makes your heart sink to your stomach. watching heeseung leave you in this dark room, with the fabric between your legs wet and sticky, caused a large, gut wrenching pit form in your heart.

you immediately fall onto the floor, back sliding against the wall. your legs are absolutely finished, your chest still rising and falling rapidly.

your lips sunk into a gentle frown, your vision becoming slightly blurred — you weren’t crying. not yet, atleast.

your body is trembling, the fact that you’re all alone makes your heart burn even more. it’s okay, who cares! it happens to every girl, right?

you quickly wipe your tears, hints of flaked mascara blurring into a dark stain under your eyes. it takes you a minute to help your body up, your palms digging into the ground to push yourself up.

you eventually find your balance, head spinning and vision blacking out. the disgusting feeling of stickiness still lingering in your panties — you’ll just deal with that at home.

you clear your throat, zipping up your shorts and buttoning up. you probably look like a fucking mess, there’s not even a single mirror in here to help you. so, with a lessened confidence, you reluctantly reach for the door handle.

your room smells of toasted vanilla and warm chocolate.

after hundred sprays of vanilla scented perfume, makeup products spread all over your vanity, a million failed outfits and dresses thrown onto the floor,

you are finally ready for riki’s annual house party — also known as: the party where sluts unite!

you take one last look in the mirror, pleased with what you see.

a cute, neat half up half down hairstyle with two mini pigtails, a mini strapless dress with black and white polka dots; featuring a ruffle neckline with black lace trim and a flattering drop waist silhouette paired with just-under-the-knee level black boots.

huh . . .

so pretty.

after a quick touch up on your lip gloss, you finally make your way to the living room — where you are met with none other than your older brother, jake.

soft chestnut hair sleeked with mousse, black baggy jeans dragging onto the floor, and an oversized red hoodie. is he some fucking middle schooler?

jake shakes his head dismissively, “do you always have to dress like that?”

“who would i be if i didn’t dress like this, jake?”

he shrugs his shoulders, letting out a weak sigh. “whatever. come on let’s go, we’re getting late.”

the comfortable silence your car is shattered by jake,

“do you think heeseung’s seeing someone?”

your heart immediately throbs faster, eyes discreetly widening. you clear your throat, “why would i know? I don't care about him.”

jake’s hand on the wheel tightens, only resulting in your chest overheating even more. toying with the hem of your dress, you begin to mumble,

“but why? do you think he is?”

you just hope, hope that jake doesn’t utter a word about that fucking phone call from yesterday.

he inhales deeply before answering, “well, he’s just acting weird, and when i called him, it sounded like he was with a girl . . . but whatever, it’s not like you’d know who anyway, so just leave it.”

you eyes close in gratitude, thankfully he dismisses you as a suspect. god knows what jake would do to you—and heeseung, if he found his own best friend got into his younger sister’s pants.

at last, you finally reach riki’s airbnb for the night.

and woah, is it fucking massive.

“how did riki even afford this,. what the fuck?” jake questions, shutting his car door with a loud slam.

the smile trickling across your face was enough for jake to know you were up to something, he just didn’t know what.

jake knew you knew something he didn’t, especially since the girl on the phone yesterday had a voice suspiciously similar to yours.

but that’s where he gets stuck,

why would— you . . . even let heeseung near you?

you were always vocal about your hatred for heeseung. late nights where jake would listen to you endlessly complain about his inactivity in biology, his disheveled hair, his constant lack of respect towards you — you literally hated him.

or atleast that’s what he thought.

the colorful lights were sweets for your vision, the loud bass of music blasted through the speakers. you cheerfully walk with a subtle skip through the gathering.

you’ll admit, even though you were super social, you never really had an actual set of friends in your time at university.

so after separating yourself from jake, you find yourself . . . alone.

alone in the sea of people who all have someone to gossip with, someone to listen to,

just somebody.

hm, whatever.

you don’t need friends, you don’t need anyone.

all you need is a good fucking drink that will make you forget everything and anything. so you examine the room till you find a bar.

fortunately, since jake forgot to refill the car's fuel last night, you two came late — meaning the bar is already empty.

it’s all familiar to you; the feeling of pouring your liquor by yourself, sipping by yourself. it’s normal to you, sadly.

the alcohol fills your lungs, a choked cough leaving your throat from the accidental rapid pace of swallowing.

“what’s up, y/n?”

you bottoms up one last shot before turning around to the mysterious voice summoning you, the effects of alcohol already influencing you.

to your surprise, you are met with park sunghoon — towering right behind you. a smile leaks across your face.

“hi sunghoon! nothing much, what about you?”

his dark eyes drop from your lips, “well, this dress looks beautiful on you . . .” his delicate hands play with the ruffles on your neckline, thumb brushing over your collarbone ever so slightly.

you let out a smooth, breathy laugh, unsure of what to say.

fuck it, you can’t be alone forever.

you wrap you arms around his neck, pulling sunghoon into a deep, slow kiss. his hand slides down your dress, touching all parts of you.

he pushes himself off you, gasping barely. “let’s go upstairs, yeah?”

with a burning heart, you accept his proposal.

disgusting, that’s it.

the room was absolutely disgusting.

used condoms thrown onto the floor, stains of who knows what on the messed-up bed, strands of hair scattered across the tiles — it took you everything not to throw up right then and there.

as soon as the door clicked shut, sunghoon’s hands were all over you. his tongue pushing its way past your lips, pulling a reflexive gasp out of you.

he continued to shove his tongue down your throat, pushing your head down harshly till your knees hit the cold, hard ground.

“i want to see your mouth so fucking full of me. come on, do the honors.”

you swallow hardly before reaching for his belt, the metallic clink making your heart race.

you know jake would kill you if he saw you like this.

having heeseung’s fingers inside of you was one thing, but sucking sunghoon off just twenty four hours after? he would lose his mind.

to make matters worse, jake was present both times.

first on the call, and now downstairs—fucking clueless on what his ‘innocent’ little sister is doing with his whore friends.

but the arousal leaking between your legs had taken over you, with a heavy heart you finally take sunghoon into your mouth. soft hand stroking what you can’t take.

his hand immediately intertwines with your hair, pulling each strand so harshly that a quiet whine escapes you.

you suck harder at his severe tugs, the damp fabric underneath becoming increasingly uncomfortable.

sunghoon pulls you off, your saliva still connected to his tip. tears already pricking your eyes, you look up at him.

fuck, sunghoon could cum just like this. your pretty, round eyes looking up at him with so much innocence, and with your soft lips slick with the same spit dripping off of his dick.

a low groan comes from him, he quickly signals for you to get on the bed.

holding back your nausea staring at the dirty bed, you crawl until the plush hits your chest.

“so trained, huh? already having your ass up to show for me? such a nice slut for me.”

he lays a harsh smack at your flesh, pulling a whimper filled with a mix of pain and pleasure out of you. he pushes your panties aside, using two of his fingers to spread your wetness behind.

he aligns himself at your entrance, and with one brutal thrust, he buries himself deep inside of you.

his tip kisses your cervix, a faint bulge forming in your stomach. he quickens his thrusts, a ring of white appearing at the base of his dick.

you are so so grateful at the loud hum of music for muffling your borderline pornographic cries. “fuck- hoon . . . i’m close!”

his finger slips under, drawing tight circles onto your clit. you instantly come undone at the overwhelming sensation, heavily puffing.

sunghoon’s thrusts become erratic, overstimulating you in the best way possible. “gonna- fill you- fuck, so much.”

the thought of sunghoon not wearing a condom made the gut-wrenching pit in your heart bloom immensely, your face becoming warm at the realization.

“no! wait- fuck! don’t cum inside hoon!”

sunghoon’s eyes are pressed shut, “fuck.”

he quickly pulls out of you, leaving you empty and aching. he strokes himself with precision, long flows of cum landing straight onto your back — and on your dress.

his delicate breaths fill the air, slowly pushing himself off the bed, he drags his pants up.

confusion takes over you, why isn’t sunghoon . . . doing anything for you?

“jay and riki are probably waiting for me downstairs, i have to go, okay?”

you try to bend your lips into a subtle smile, “okay.”

sunghoon has the courtesy to close the door, at least. leaving you, once again, by yourself.

you sit in the nasty bed in stillness, cum dripping down your back, your thigh, your ass — even your fucking dress. tears swell your vision, your sobs coming to be progressively louder.

you just feel fucking pathetic, sunghoon’s words duplicating inside of your brain.

‘slut, slut, slut.’

you arnet a slut, are you?

you sob harder at your thoughts, mascara running down your washed, flushed cheeks.

you came to this stupid party looking so pretty, now your pigtails are all messed up, your dress is stained, your makeup is smudged and you just . . . dont feel pretty anymore.

the door swings open,

“where the fuck is the bathroom br-

. . . y/n?”

you already know who it is, not even having the life to look up anymore — just soaking yourself in the filthy bed.

“what’s wrong y/n? are you okay?”

the sounds of your sniffles and stifled breathing were enough of an answer for him.

he unhurriedly makes his way over to bed, noticing how messed up you look — and the leaks of fluids running down your thigh.

he takes a seat next to you, cradling you into his arms.

you quickly make yourself comfortable, the warmth radiating from him causing an unfamiliar feeling of comfort to drape over you.

you let out a few more faint sobs, tears smearing his shirt — but he doesn’t care, he lets you do whatever you need to do.

you pull yourself away from his chest, cheeks a gentle hue of pink. you don’t dare to look at him, a humiliating sense taking over you.

“let me take you home, please.”

you wipe your tears with your palm before responding, taking your time locating the words.

“no, i don’t want to go home. i want to stay.”

heeseung emits a sigh, clearly not believing you.

“stay here and do what? cry?”

the frown on your face was unmanageable, you couldn’t even try to fight it.

you know he’s right. if you stay, all you’ll do is cry,

cry because you’re alone, cry because you feel awful, and cry because you don’t even know what to do anymore.

“cmon, let’s go home.” he caresses your head with his feather-light hand, playing with your hair.

you hesitantly nod, making heeseung’s heart soften.

you don’t know what to say,

the silence in the car was sufficient.

but there was one thing bothering you, “what if jake saw us? or if he finds out you’re taking me home? he’ll literally end us.”

heeseung’s eyes blink slowly, “he won’t know.”

“you don’t know that.” you gently laugh, “jake knows everything.”

heeseung smiles at your sudden softness, his own heart illuminated at the picture.

“even if he finds out, it’s fine. i’ll talk to him.”

you just nod at his words, feeling comfortable knowing he’ll deal with everything.

the rest of the ride was peaceful, only a few more small talks took place between you two. after almost twenty minutes, you two reach your — and jake’s — apartment.

the air was cold, the chilly air burned your skin. heeseung helps you shut the car door, his shoulder brushing yours.

“i think you should go, heeseung.”

you look up at him, mascara still muddied under your eyes.

“are you sure? i can stay.”

“no it’s fine, you can go.” a giggle escapes you.

heeseung inhales for a second, his own brain spewing nonsense. he looks down, leaning forward to kiss your forehead — the delicate plush of his lips pressing against your skin.

“okay. rest well . . . bye.”

to say you were anxious was an understatement.

it took you thirty minutes to get out of your bed today, desperately trying to come up with an excuse for why you went home — or rather, how you went home.

nonetheless, you couldn’t stay in bed all day. so, you stood right up and headed outside.

you are met with the one and only; sim jaeyun, sitting down on the couch with a piece of french toast hanging from his mouth.

you let out a small cough, just to let jake know you’re ready to eat. he immediately turns around, “good morning, took you long enough.”

he turns back to the tv, focusing on his breakfast.

okay, so far so good. he isn’t questioning you on anything, yet.

you make your own bowl of cereal, pouring milk over the sugary frosties — mouthwatering at the sight.

you feel a lot better today, you took a shower, spread body butter and body oil all over your body, air-straightened your hair, and now you are wearing the white, fluffy pajamas jake gifted you last year because he was ‘tired of you wearing all of his clothes as sleepwear when they clearly aren't’

you take a seat right next to jake on the couch, the bowl of cereal cooling your thighs.

“why’d you leave so early last night hm? you're always unnecessarily excited for ‘riki’s incredible party!’ or whatever.” he mocks your tone, causing you to punch his shoulder in reply.

it’s okay, this is a question you can answer — let’s just hope he doesn’t ask further . . .

“i don’t know- i just, i felt really sick and wanted to go home.”

jake nods at your answer,

“but how did you get home, uber?”

fuck.

you aren’t a liar, you hate lying.

but you might just have become what you hate today, “i got dr-“

rapid, loud bangs get fired at your door before you can finish, jake groans and leans back.

jake’s throws his head into his hands, “sorry y/n, i forgot i have to help sunghoon with something. you can go in your room till he leaves, if you want.”

your heart suddenly weighs heavier, slightly searing at the thought of having to face sunghoon.

what happened last night wasn’t sunghoon’s fault, it was yours. a wave of guilt had passed through you, intense emotions that you had bottled up fully shattered when he left you in that room.

so when jake opens the door, you compose yourself to act as if everything is normal. as if he, jake’s best fucking friend, didn’t fuck his sister the night before.

sunghoon eyes immediately light on you,

“hey y/n.”

you take a moment to swallow, trying to clear your throat, “hi sunghoon! nice to see you.” you smile gently.

“okay that’s enough, y/n go to your room.” jake says with a serious tone.

and you do.

sunghoon and jake had left around ten minutes ago, meaning you were home alone, again.

so here you sit, slumped on the couch, letting it swallow you whole. a freezing redbull chilling your right hand, and the tv remote in your left.

you are so fucking bored. even your phone has become worthless to you, it’s not like anybody even tries to message you anyway.

thankfully, before you could kill yourself out of boredom — a faded and surprisingly respectful knock comes from your front door.

you desperately try and gather the power you need to push yourself up from the cozy couch, letting out a lengthy stretch — a soft, breathy moan coming from you.

you gradually walk towards the door, legs practically dead from the lack of blood flow.

you let your hand rest at the doorknob for a few seconds, trying to work out who the hell is standing behind this door, and at this time?

you don’t open the door fully, only a slight crack just to see who it is.

your heart drops,

heeseung?

“hi . . .”

“what the fuck are you doing here hee? you know you can’t be here if jake isn’t home,” you whisper,

“i need to talk to you, please.”

your eyes roll to the back of your head, you just aren’t in the mood to be reprimanded by jake today.

“talk to me at uni, not here. go home.”

you try to close the door, but heeseung extends his hand till you can’t.

“please, i’ll only stay for a minute.”

you take a deep breath, “fine, just for a minute.”

“do you want something to drink? water? juice?” you say with a low, dull voice.

“i’m alright, come sit here.” heeseung pats his hand onto the couch, giving a sign for you to sit next to him.

you plop down near him, your knee brushing his.

the atmosphere feels unusually tense, the weak buzz of the ac fills the silence in the air. you brush your hair out of your face, glimpsing towards heeseung.

“why . . . are you here?”

“i just wanted to say, i’m sorry.”

you let out a scoff, “you’re- you’re sorry? for what?”

“for everything, i can tell your upset- i don’t know why but i am sorry.”

you look away, rolling your eyes once more. “be serious heeseung, you don’t even know what you’re apologizing for.”

heeseung rests his hand on your knee, causing your body to instantly heat up. “well, why won’t you tell me why you want me to apologize?”

your throat aches, your eyes become glossy. “i don’t want you to apologize, you didn’t do anything.”

“is it because i left you in the closet that day?”

your lips sink into the familiar position of a frown, vision blurring immensely till faint drops tarnish your pants. you don’t respond to him — you don’t have the heart to.

you nod so subtly you’re not even sure he saw it.

heeseung immediately wraps you into his arms, holding you close. you push him away, part of you still infuriated at him. you’re strong, you arnet going to let him see you cry for the second time in two days.

“i’m sorry, i should’ve stayed with you, i wasn’t thinking properly. i get why you’re mad, you should be.”

you grumble with a sniffle, “shut up! just- shut up.”

heeseung rubs your head, stroking your hair — letting you cry as much as you need. you finally face towards him.

aren’t you just fucking adorable.

your red, glossy eyes look like gems to heeseung, the pink flush on your cheeks perfectly shaping your face, the whine in your voice making his dick twitch even harder,

fuck.

heeseung lets his eyes rest on your lips, his hand gradually making its way to your jaw. he gives you a chance to push him away, but you don’t.

he gently applies his lips on yours, waiting for you to open your mouth. you squeeze your eyes shut,

and let him into your mouth.

the tip of your tongues dance together, the usual feeling of his lips wrapping around yours making you increasingly stimulated.

the soft sounds of your wet kisses fill the room, occasional warm moans fleeing you both.

the kiss is soft, slow and gentle — extremely different from what you’re used to.

heeseung pushes your body calmy till your back hits the plush couch. he pushes your shirt up, cold hand discovering your warm body.

thankfully for heeseung, you don’t wear bras at home. meaning he could freely envelop your aching nipple with his warm mouth, hardening it almost instantly. bolts of electricity going straight down to your clit.

the soft muscle of his tongue scraping over the tip was enough for your hips to buck, trying pathetically to grind against his growing hardness.

his hand slips in between your bodies, holding your stomach down till you can’t even try to move. he turns to the other nipple, conveying the same amount of attention and pleasure.

you tug at his hair, desperately trying to get him to just get his tongue on you already. “please, hee . . .”

the melodic moans leaving your mouth only made him more feral. he lays wet, open-mouthed kisses down your body till he reaches your waistline, looking up at you while hooking his fingers into your pants.

as soon as you nod at him, he immediately yanks them down, along with your panties.

he groans at the sight of your glistening pussy, this is so much better than staring at your fucking shorts. he uses his fingers to spread your folds, putting his mouth on the swollen bud.

the sharp whimper leaving you was absolutely beautiful.

it took everything for heeseung to stop humping the fabric of the couch — a wet patch appearing on his boxers.

his tongue explored everything. it didn’t take long for his fingers to join too. easily slipping inside of you while his nose brushes against your clit, your leg instantly twitching at the overwhelming sensation.

you exhale a shaky moan, face burning — his tongue intertwining with your folds, his fingers abusing your sweet spot, and his nose bumping your on your sensitive bundle of nerves was enough for you to cum— and hard.

he watches in awe how fluids run down your thigh, how beautiful and glimmering you are for him — how your body already knows how to prepare itself to have him inside.

he lets his fingers run through your arousal, coating them in your dampness. “you are so pretty.”

your heart flutters at his words, it feels nice to hear ‘pretty’ being used to describe you in a situation like this,

and it’s definitely much better than ‘slut’.

your brain starts to liquify, letting heeseung have the full power to take over you — how cute, your body trusts him.

heeseung takes his time undressing himself, beaming at you’re fucked out state. he aligns himself at your entrance, pushing in so slowly it’s essentially torture.

he gives you time to adjust to his size, your walls violently clamping on him. he squeezes his eyes shut, hiking your leg up till he’s so deep you feel him in your lungs.

a few choked moans exit from you, fuck, you never knew heeseung could be this big. a prominent bulge constantly reappearing in your lower stomach, heeseung could cum at the sight.

“cum for me, please baby.”

you practically cream his dick, your release triggering his.

long, warm ropes of cum shoot inside of you, filling you up so deeply you’re sure you’ll feel him for days.

In fact, both of you are so drunk on each other you don’t hear the quiet click coming from the front door.

“what. the. actual. fuck.”

your eyelids immediately shoot open, your heartbeat becoming dangerously high.

heeseung closes his eyes in frustration, suppressing a groan. you frantically push him off, covering yourself with a nearby blanket.

fortunately, heeseung hadn’t took his pants all the way off, he had just pushed them down till his ankles — grateful to his impatience, he swiftly pulls them back up.

“what the fuck- what- oh you’ve got me fucking kidding me . . . “ jake trails off mid-sentence, veins bubbling with rage.

he can’t even believe it, all of his suspicions are confirming themselves right in front of him — no. this can’t be happening.

jake swallows hardly, “do you have nothing to say for yourself? huh? you fucking whore.”

“jake- relax, i’m sorry, okay? just please hear me out.”

“no, the fuck! i leave for barely 20 fucking minutes and you’re here fucking my- my little sister . . . on my couch?” he scoffs, his voice progressively becoming louder.

jake looks at you, noticing your stupid glossy eyes. “what the fuck y/n? . . . don’t cry, don't fucking cry after you let my best friend fuck you.”

“jake . . . just listen to me, let’s talk inside your room-“

“no! i don’t want to talk to you. get the fuck out of my house before i beat your fucking ass!”

heeseung faces towards you, you subtly nod at him, gesturing for him to leave.

jake let you shower, letting you clean his best friend’s cum off of you, letting you wash yourself after getting his best friend’s spit all over you, letting you dry your body after fucking his own best friend.

now here you are, sat next to jake, on the same couch heeseung put himself on you.

the delicate droplets of rain crashing against the glass of your apartment window filled the silence in the air, both of you struggling to find the words.

“tell me, y/n. why did you do this? why did you let him do this? why didn’t you just tell me.”

you put your head down, hesd becoming warm; a warning that your tear ducts are about to be put in overdrive.

“that day, when i called heeseung, you were there, right? that was your voice, right?.”

jake doesn’t even look at you directly, instead staring at the black screen of the TV in front of him; scanning your reflection.

“yeah. it was me.”

jake deeply inhales, trying hard to trap the fury inside of him. his eyes fluttering shut and open.

“but so fucking what, jake? i’m not sixteen, i can date or fuck whoever i want. why do i need your approval?”

“you don’t, but you need to tell me. especially if it’s my best friend. you don’t know anything about heeseung, he doesn’t know anything about you either.”

the air becomes cold between you two, tension becoming heavy and uncomfortable.

“i’m sorry, okay?”

“i just- don’t want to find out who my sister is dating by coming home and watching them fuck on our couch.”

“okay, i already told you i’m sorry. i wont do it again.”

jake pushes his back off the couch, balancing himself on his arms resting on his legs. “and i don’t want you seeing heeseung anymore.”

you’re pretty sure your eyes had become bloody from how fast they widened, your chest heating up in frustration.

“you don’t get to decide that. don’t do this jake, please.”

he finally looks at you, meeting your eyes.

that’s when you knew jake would never let you stay with heeseung. his eyes stay glowing with rage, and not even a single indication of mercy.

it’s been almost four weeks since you’ve conversed heeseung, or anyone related to jake for that matter.

after a long session of crying and screaming in your brothers arms, you finally came to terms with jake’s feelings — and accepted his decision for you to never, ever talk to heeseung again.

you don’t even recognize yourself anymore.

you used to doll up everyday — you loved lace sheer tops, baby doll tops, mini shorts, wearing oversized tank tops as dresses,

but here you stand, staring at your reflection in the mirror; wearing some random hoodie that probably belonged to jake three years ago, flared jeans from last year, and to make it worse, you’re wearing your hair . . . up.

you loved doing your hair, you’ve probably done every single hairstyle in history by now— but today? you didn’t even try, and it doesn’t even look good, your breakage practically the star of the show.

also, weirdly, you’ve been feeling increasingly more nauseous lately.

your heart sinks to your stomach, an empty void forming.

“it can’t be, it just can’t.”

oh but yes it can,

tears prickle your eyes, your back crashes against the bathroom wall. you rest your hand onto your stomach, staring at the two lines.

“ . . . positive?”

kiki thoughts: alright chill this my first time writing a bit of a lengthier fic so forgive me if it’s a bit half assed… but i tried hard for reader to give that addison rae, ariana grande hyperfeminine vibe but uhh it’s not very well executed ok. okay love u all ty for one thousand!

[haehihee]

𝐻𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓌𝑒 𝑔𝑜 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃..

𝓅𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔: idolbf!heeseung x gf!reader

𝒾𝓃𝓌𝒽𝒾𝒸𝒽: your bf is going through a tough period in his music career and you do all it takes to be beside him, even if it meant dismissing your own feelings..(text au)

𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓈: cursing; angst; note: this is all from my imagination cause i obviously don't live with him and don't know what he's going through..

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[dollheeriki]

Behind the Fame

Idol!Heeseung x Idol!Fem smau

Contains: Crack, fluff, sexual content (MDNI). Giselle (Aespa), Manon(Katseye), Yunjin(Le serrafim) ,Wonyoung (Ive), OT7 enhypen. Mentions of Drugs (alcohol) , nudes, Scandals, hate trains, heartbreak, cheating(I DO NOT CONDONE).

Synopsis: Its Christmas time and y/n from the group SOULMII is hosting a Christmas variety show called 'Christmas Pajamicles with y/n/n. For 25 days of december she invites many different idols on to the show. What happens when The new episode drops and fans see that there is some type of chemistry lingering throughout the video, How will the fans react...will they be mad or will they be excited to see new "friendships" come alive.

Hey Guys, i’m lowkey thinking this is ass but more chapters are coming, i’ve been staying up super late to work on it so it doesn’t come out half assed or anything. I also just need to figure out how to add links to the next chapter and work on some other things.

[1009lee]

POSE FOR ME ! 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯⋆. ˚ ch. 3 : cutezoned

WHERE you, a struggling model, land a gig working with your favorite group all because one of the members has taken quite a liking to you …

THEMES && FEATURES idol!heeseung x model!fem!yn, smau, crack, strangers to lovers … includes all of enha + katseye’s manon, txt’s yeonjun, p1h’s keeho.

A/N this chapter is lowk a bunch of bs LMAO but yay!!! yn and hee meet!!!! everyone cheer!!!!

prev. next. masterlist.

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[ikeuverse]

new beginnings | lhs

PAIRING: dad!heeseung x fem!reader  GENRES: fluff, humor, a pinch of angst wc: 8.7k+

WARNINGS:  mention of unwanted pregnancy, turbulent relationship, drinking, some swearing. let me know if i've forgotten anything too.

SYNOPSIS: flirting with your brother's brother-in-law wasn't in your plans after returning from studying abroad. it wasn't something you were going to stop either since heeseung was the epitome of beauty. but when there's another woman's name in the story. what happens? you don't want to be caught between a betrayal… or so you thought.

NOTES: i think this turned out a lot cuter than i intended. initially it was going to be very short, but i wanted to add a bit of plot and maybe add a one chapter or two to it to give more attention to yn with the little one and the development of her relationship with heeseung. i hope you like it!

part 2 | MASTERLIST

Studying abroad for your university degree was a dream. Spending two years in Barcelona seemed like such a distant dream, but in the blink of an eye, you were already on Spanish soil. And as if that were fast enough, those years passed so quickly that before you knew it, you were back in the apartment you shared with your younger brother.

Sighing, you threw yourself on the sofa and let the tiredness of the trip take over. Smelling the familiar scent of Jay's cologne that hadn't completely disappeared.

Being back was incredible. Now, finally, you could work in your field and be close to your family too. It hadn't been that long, but you still felt sad not just because you missed them, but because you had missed important moments with each of your family members.

Like, for example, when your parents bought their dream house. Lots of rooms to welcome their children and anyone else who wanted to sleep over. A backyard so big that it had room for your father's gardening, a swimming pool, and a small hut where your mother made a studio for whatever artistic thing she was obsessed with at the moment.

You also missed out when Jay started dating her in his final year at university. The girl was simply incredible and you got to know her over a video call, but it still wasn't the same. It was different from his older sister's attitude – even if it was a year apart – where his girlfriend would come over to your parent's house, you'd make a huge fuss and a fake scene of jealousy.

Not that you weren't jealous of Jay, but Heejin was so sweet and loving that all you could do was sigh and smile at her as she introduced herself on her cell phone screen and told you that she was looking forward to meeting you in person.

And Heejin threw such a big party as soon as you arrived. She was in charge of making the snacks and taking them to your mother's house, telling you so much about her that you were dizzy, smiling from ear to ear at the girl's excitement. Jay watched in the background, laughing now and then when you looked at him, silently congratulating you on having found someone as nice as her.

"Do you like chicken? I learned how to make this chicken paste last week and Jay loved it, I think you'll like it too" she said shyly, handing over one of the snacks she'd brought.

And she got it right. You loved it so much that you even asked Heejin to make it the next time you two met. Which never took long because she was always at her apartment with Jay or her parents' house.

It seemed that as well as being a sister-in-law, you had found a very good friend.

"I'm home" Jay announced loudly as soon as he walked through the living room door, making you abandon your thoughts completely as you jumped onto the sofa "Did I scare you?" he laughed as he looked at you, messing up your hair before walking past you and straight into the kitchen.

You stood up, walked over to where he was, and leaned against the doorframe to watch your brother get a bottle of water from the fridge.

"So" Jay turned to you, his breathing a little labored and you noticed that he was completely sweaty "I came running because it's going to rain, don't think nonsense" he warned you, noticing that your expression began to change as soon as you saw his state.

Your laughter filled the kitchen along with Jay's, and he walked over to the worktop and sat down on it.

"I didn't think anything" you held up your hands to defend yourself, biting your lower lip to hold back another laugh "I got home from mom's a while ago, I was lying there thinking about so many things."

"About what, for example?" Jay came around the counter and sat on the stool behind you. This forced you to get down and turn around to face him, watching your brother still enjoying his cold bottle of water.

"About how, even though I love Barcelona, I've missed out on a lot with you all here."

"Come on, y/n. We've already had this conversation" Jay warned.

And it was true. He knew how much you wanted to complete your fashion course abroad, but at the same time, you didn't want to leave your parents. Jay chose to stay, earning well-deserved recognition at the gastronomy school in the city itself while supporting you every second.

"I know, but I can't get this weight off of me" you pursed your lips, forming a pout that he grimaced at.

"How about we go out so you can forget about it?" Jay proposed, seeing you try to hide a smile as he leaned over the counter and took your hand "Come on, I still have some friends you know who are dying to meet you again."

"Who, for example?" you asked.

Jay seemed to think for a moment, remembering all the people from his college that you knew. Even though you only studied with Jay for a short time, it wasn't enough to get to know all his friends or maintain a lasting friendship with them. Since your brother was well known, you were afraid that he would approach you just to get to him.

"Sailor will be there" Jay shrugged, knowing that she was the first girl you'd made friends with on the design course, "and that insufferable Jake."

"Oh, my little brother will be there?" you smiled dreamily, seeing Jay roll his eyes.

"Little brother? That son of a bitch is just my childhood best friend, not your little brother, y/n."

You laughed so loudly that you saw Jay shrug his shoulders as he did so. Going around the counter, you hugged your brother and laid your head on his shoulder, sighing a little lighter after talking to Jay. It always calmed you down.

"I'm going to love hanging out with them, and especially with you."

Jay kissed the top of your head and you could feel him smile with his lips up there after he returned your embrace. His fingers were cold from the bottle he was holding, now gripping your body as he got up from the bench to stand next to you.

"So get ready, because we have this program every Friday. And you're part of it from now on" he said, pulling away from you and telling you that he was going to take a shower because it was too sticky.

You just agreed, thinking of preparing something to eat with your brother after he got out of the shower. And you started to get a little more excited until Friday arrived to meet up with some friends again, and finally go out with your brother after so long.

"Why do you spray so much perfume?" you almost shouted from your room as Jay passed you in the hallway of the apartment, stopping walking and heading straight for your door.

"I sprayed it a couple of times" he said "Okay, four" he corrected after noticing your serious countenance looking at him "I get nervous every time I go to meet Heejin, so…"

"That's cute" your lip formed into a pout, beckoning him into your room while you finished getting ready "But I don't think she'll care how smelly you are or not. Considering we're going to a nightclub."

"You're right" Jay tried to relax, throwing himself onto your bed in a lazy way. "It's just that I never stop thinking about how much I can impress her since we started dating, you know? It's so different."

"How different?"

Having these conversations with Jay was something you loved, mainly because it felt like he was older and not you. So listening to him ramble on about something or even vent about anything made the two of you feel even closer to each other.

Hearing how in love your brother was made you so happy and smiley, even more so because every time he mentioned Heejin, or even you said her name or said you were talking to her, Jay sighed. A complete fool in love, you joked.

He never denied it because he really was. And it was clear every time you saw the two of them together since you arrived. Holding hands, caresses and hugs, declarations and compliments. Something so loving that there wasn't even room to tease your brother about how sweet he was being.

"We can go now" you said after a while when Jay again told you how he felt about Heejin. And how he was afraid of losing her.

Your role as older sister was to make sure that your younger brother was doing a great job and that he was an amazing guy. Not to mention that the two of them got along very well and had your approval, so that was enough.

Jay left that apartment so happy that he was smiling to the parking lot, then with you to the club to meet the rest of his friends. He didn't even notice the smile, only when he arrived and felt his jaw aching after talking to you so much.

"Hold my hand so you don't get lost until we find the guys, okay?" you just agreed as you headed for the entrance to the club and Jay gave you the names for access.

Entering the venue, you and your brother had to dodge a few – a lot – of people dancing back and forth, others trying to make conversation with both you and him, but backing away when they saw you holding hands. You caught a scream in your throat and then laughed along with him, people probably thought you and Jay were a couple because you were holding hands. Ew.

"Finally!" the voice shouted from ahead and you looked over Jay's shoulder.

With his free hand, your brother nodded and then continued to approach until you were close enough to let go of your hand.

"I thought you weren't coming" Jake ruffled Jay's hair as he approached the group, hearing the boy's curses before turning his eyes to you "Little sister!"

"Little brother!" you replied with the same excitement, only for both of you to tease Jay, who was cursing at both of you. Jake was quick to run towards you and hug you.

"Don't ever travel that long again, I've missed you so much" he whispered while still hugging you.

"I promise I'll take you with me next time" his smile widened so much that you swore his cheeks were sore from smiling so much.

Saying hello to Sailor, your only friend from university, was something you were looking forward to. She had been one of the only people at the beginning of your school year before you moved to another country, who came to talk to you without any interest in your brother. Sailor was so nice, communicative, and giggly. The two of you got on so well that even when you moved to Barcelona, contact wasn't lost. Your happiness was undeniable when Jay told you that she was still in the group of friends, now as Jake's girlfriend.

Sunghoon was another friend of the boys that you got to know as well, arriving close to high school where he was drafted onto the soccer team that Jay and Jake played on. Of course, the three of them would become friends. He introduced you to his girlfriend. Joan, it wasn't someone you knew, but she seemed nice because she complimented you a lot and even asked how you were able to put up with a bunch of boys without slapping any of them.

Maybe I slapped you here or there, but I swear I could have done more. Joan's laugh was cute, and Sunghoon's small eyes when he smiled as he listened indicated that this man had been completely snared.

"Hi, y/n. I'm so glad you came" Heejin, your sister-in-law. So beautiful, with a comforting hug and very caring. You remember that, ever since you arrived, she asked Jay if you were all right every day.

"I guess you'll all have to get used to someone else in the group" you told her as you hugged her, tightening your arms around Heejin. She kissed your cheek and then pulled away from your face a little.

"Oh, this is going to be amazing. This way my brother won't feel so lonely" she whispered because she was too close to your face, so her voice wouldn't be hard to hear. You frowned at that, what do you mean her brother?

You hadn't paid attention to the people around you unless they came to greet you. Or you hadn't taken the time to notice who was with your group until your eyes shifted from Heejin's face to focus on the male figure next to the three boys.

Of course, you'd heard about Heejin's brother and even seen some pictures of him with Jay on social media. But you were so focused on your studies or even on finding out how your brother was doing that you didn't even have the luxury – or the time – to go and find out who Jay's new friends were, apart from the ones you already knew.

Heejin gradually moved away from you and, at the same moment, the only boy who hadn't said hello was waving to the boys and heading towards you and your sister-in-law. He couldn't take his eyes off you and you couldn't take your eyes off him, it was as if neither of you wanted to miss each other's next move.

"Hi" what a voice that is, my God. You wanted to shout to yourself "I'm Heeseung."

Heeseung, of course. The name wasn't strange. Considering how many stories Jay posted with Heeseung, who was always at parties with your brother.

"Hi, I'm y/n" even if he knew her name, it wouldn't hurt to introduce yourself, right?

By now Heejin had already stepped aside and let you talk to Heeseung, but you hadn't even bothered.

"Now I have someone to keep me company," Heeseung smiled and you swore you let out a loud sigh, but because of the volume of the music he hadn't heard. Good!

"Why? Are they that bad?" you asked Heeseung.

He leaned a little towards you, his hands in the front pockets of his jeans as he shrugged in the process. Heeseung's breath smelled of strawberries, so maybe he'd had a drink before you arrived.

"Wait until everyone's drunk" he whispered, "You can bet on which couple gets the hottest out of all of them."

"Can we bet money? Me and you?" your eyes lit up at the word bet, looking like a child who had just heard the most magnificent thing in the world.

Heeseung wanted to ignore the way he was smiling so much, feeling his heart skip a beat with your smile and your gaze so close to him. Even though he had leaned towards you just to talk. He wanted to think so, after all, you were all out clubbing, and if he wanted to have a conversation with you, he'd have to get closer.

And because you were so beautiful and smelled so good, he was simply attracted.

"I didn't bring that much money today" Heeseung pursed his lips "But we can bet drinks at the bar, what do you say?"

"Will you buy me one?"

"Now? Of course" of course, he had to stop this "I need to show you the best drink in this place before you get hooked."

"Do the honors, then" you smiled back at him, almost shouting when Heeseung's hand gently touched your back. Even though no skin was exposed because your shirt covered most of it, his fingers seemed to have shocked the spot.

Heeseung felt a warmth emanating from his fingertips and wondered if he had overstepped any boundaries since he had touched – even on your back – without your permission. But as soon as you started walking, being guided by him, the boy saw no problem in following you with his hand still touching you.

"Hey, Mingi" Heeseung waved to the bartender as soon as you and he arrived at the bar. From the intimacy, the place seemed to be frequented quite often by him and your brother's friends. The man behind the bar waved cheerfully.

"The usual?"

"Actually, I'll have a Rum Punch" Heeseung's slurred accent almost made you sigh again, but you held back only because he held your gaze even though he was talking to the bartender in front of you "For this young lady here."

"Oh, new here?" Mingi began to prepare the drink, showing off his skills with the utensils and how to stir that metal glass that you didn't even know didn't spill a drop.

"I've been away for two years" your voice came out a little louder than you would have liked, but Mingi smiled and shook his head "I'm Jay's sister."

"No kidding!" he seemed shocked by the information and you almost asked if it was bad to be Jay's sister or something "Jongseong, that ugly guy, has such a beautiful sister?"

Shit, your cheeks started to heat up. But you couldn't tell if it was because of Mingi's compliment or because Heeseung's hand slid from your back to your waist. He was still touching you, and it didn't seem to bother him or you.

"Here, Miss Park" he smiled after placing the glass on the counter, "enjoy the best of our bar."

You thanked him and took the glass, turning to face Heeseung.

"I hope you like it because, honestly, it would suck to say this is the best drink and have you hate it" he pressed his lips together, looking a little apprehensive about your reaction. You laughed at how cute he looked, agreeing with a little nod.

Touching your lips to the glass, you took a small sip just to test it out. As Heeseung said, it would be a shame for you to hate something that he advertised so much. But no, you loved it! And your murmur of approval only made his smile grow even wider, so you took another long sip before offering it to him.

"Come on, have some since you introduced me to it" you smiled at him as you tilted the glass for Heeseung to take. But he seemed too busy still holding your waist, with both hands this time. One on either side of you, making you want to scream and at the same time take a step forward and stand so close to him.

That drink wasn't taking effect that quickly, but it was Heeseung's fingers on your body that were making you like this.

So you held your breath a little when he leaned over, touching his lips to the glass and looking at you. A silent request for you to turn the contents just right because he wanted to drink from your hand. Heeseung wanted you to give him the drink.

And you did.

You carefully turned that glass until he had a good sip and then turned away to wipe his lips with the tip of his tongue and moan in satisfaction at the liquid going down his throat.

"Like I said, y/n" he said, his eyes wandering around the club and then finding you again. Heeseung leaned close enough so that his face was close to yours – for the second time that night – and his gaze quickly fell to your mouth "This is the best drink in the bar, and the night is going to be so long that we can try as many as you want" why had he whispered that part? Why was Heeseung whispering while staring at your lips?

You just nodded, sipping some more of that good, newfound liquid, as you felt him pull you into the middle of the dance floor.

The boy was right, it was going to be a long night.

You didn't know that your sister-in-law was a graduate in the same field as you at university in Barcelona. You also didn't know that you would receive an offer from the studio where she worked and, a few days later, be hired.

You also didn't know that your relationship with Heeseung had become pure flirtation, smiles in each other's direction and gentle touches on the hands, waist, and even long hugs when he went to pick up Heejin and ended up giving you a lift too. Or when he went to visit Jay to play video games in his living room. You also didn't know that you would let Heeseung lean his head on your shoulder and fall asleep so deeply on the first night of movies in your shared apartment with your brother after Sunghoon said he didn't want to go clubbing that day.

Everything was going so differently from what you had envisioned for your return to the city, but no way could describe the way you felt with Heeseung. Because it was different, wasn't it? You felt that way.

Because you didn't feel a chill in your stomach when Jake laid his head on your lap after coming home from work, or you didn't feel your face heat up after Sunghoon kissed the top of your head when you all decided to meet up for dinner. So why did you feel those things with Heeseung? He also lay on your lap, he also kissed the top of your head. But only he was able to take away your sleep some nights, resulting in you being almost late for work and hearing Heejin ask if everything was okay.

"Jongseong was playing late again?" she asked angrily, making you laugh.

Thinking about your brother, you wanted to answer but settled for pressing your lips together to avoid smiling.

"I've just had a bad night" your lips quickly curled into a pout and she imitated you.

"I know someone who can help you with that" Heejin hummed, picking up her cell phone and typing a few things as she watched you go to your desk.

Trying to stop her from talking to Heeseung was practically impossible, as she and Jay did a great job of making you feel awkward in front of him. But not in a bad way, not at all. The two of them only managed to make you shyer and shyer every time something happened.

Do you need help with the popcorn in the kitchen? Heeseung, help y/n. I'm watching the movie with your sister.

Are you going out for dinner? Heeseung and y/n sit next to each other, their seats already assigned.

When you all decided to go to the amusement park together and he wasn't too keen on entering the castle of horrors? My sister will hold your hand and, if the fear goes away, you can kiss her as a reward. Jay's sentence could have been a whisper only to him and Heeseung, but because you were so close, it was sure to have been heard.

"Y/n, I… I'm sorry—" you took his hand, entwining your fingers in Heeseung's as you smiled at the boy.

"You heard my brother, right?" now Heeseung felt even more courageous with your words. So he could kiss you after everyone had passed through that castle of horrors? Surely he wouldn't miss it.

But he did.

As soon as you all left, Heeseung received a call that he urgently needed to go home. You didn't object and the others seemed to understand perfectly when the boy said goodbye, you being the only one who received a quick kiss on the cheek before he ran out of the park.

"I wonder what happened?" Sailor asked as you all started walking to the park's next attraction.

"Maybe it's because of Aimi, he said he'd be alert in case he needed to go home" Jake intertwined his fingers with Sailor's and walked beside her.

Just then, you stopped. Wait, Aimi? Heeseung had someone else? No, it couldn't be.

All that time you two were exchanging, you were being part of a betrayal? Holy shit. It couldn't be possible.

The whole situation put a lump in your throat and your stomach began to churn. You walked with your friends out of sheer habit, seeing that they were all in the queue for the rollercoaster. By instinct, Jay looked in your direction and saw how scattered you were, walking over to stand next to you.

"It's just a rollercoaster, you know? You don't have to be scared" he joked, laughing a little as he put his arm around your shoulders.

Trying to be gentle, you pushed his arm away, starting to feel a weight on your chest that you didn't even know existed.

"I… I'm going home" your voice came out shaky. Shit, don't do that, y/n!

"What? Y/n, is everything all right?" Jay looked at you now rather worriedly, holding you by the shoulders and, once again, feeling your hands drop as you walked away.

Your brain didn't process the fact that your legs were quickly pulling you out of there, walking away from the roller coaster queue while you listened to the boys calling you. You ignored it completely and walked to the parking lot where you tried to look for your brother's car since Heeseung had left and you had gone with him to the park.

"Shit. Shit, shit, shit" the curses were starting to flood out of you as your eyes stung, but you weren't going to cry. Not because of that.

For God's sake, the two of you hadn't even kissed, why feel so stupid?

"Y/n, I found you!" Jay was panting behind you, having stopped running and feeling his heartbeat speed up even more from the little exercise he'd done to find you.

He then walked towards you very slowly, trying to catch his breath and testing whether he could do it since you had pushed him away twice in less than a minute.

"Hey, are you all right?" he asked "It was the rollercoaster game—"

"Why didn't anyone tell me?" you interrupted him.

Jay frowned in response, glancing at you as soon as you stopped right in front of him and caught a glimpse of your face in the dim light of the amusement park parking lot. He saw your watery eyes and knew you could cry at any moment.

"What about?" he asked you again, and you realized that it couldn't be that he knew either since, in your brother's mind, you were like that for the roller coaster. But wasn't it obvious that it was for Heeseung? It didn't make sense.

Your chest ached a little more when you remembered his static face when you left quickly and how your friends commented on the girl so naturally that it was as if you weren't there.

You opened and closed your mouth, tried to say something and nothing came out the way you wanted it to. It sucked that everything was like that. When you finally plucked up the courage to talk to your brother, your phone rang, startling you both.

The handset came out of your back pocket and Heeseung's name flashed up on the screen. You didn't realize the grimace you were making until you looked at Jay and saw that he was waiting for you to pick up, but you didn't. You simply hung up. You simply hung up.

"What's going on?" he kept looking at you.

"Nothing" another ring from Heeseung and you would have hung up if Jay hadn't been quicker and answered on the second ring.

"Hey dude, it's Jay" you could hear Heeseung's voice in the background, but you couldn't understand much of what he was saying. Something seemed to touch the back of your brother's mind because he laughed deeply as he looked at you.

What's funny, asshole? You hissed while he still had your phone to his ear and was talking to Heeseung.

"Maybe that's why, but I'm not the one who's going to explain it to her" your brother's gaze was mixed as Heeseung said a few more words and the two finally hung up.

"What the fuck was that, Jay?"

"Heeseung called me… I mean, he called you to explain why he'd left so quickly" he told you.

"I think Jake already did that" you shrugged, showing how encouraging the conversation was because your sarcastic smile said it all.

"Listen, sis. It's not that—"

"Jay, please don't" you whimpered "I'm feeling terrible because all this time no one told me that Heeseung had someone else and we were acting like…"

"A couple, I know" you really hated it when Jay was able to complete his sentences more directly because maybe you would only respond like two people with more touches "That's exactly why he needs to explain it to you, not me."

"I don't want to listen, thank you."

"But you kind of will" he pursed his lips and put his hands in his trouser pockets, running his tongue over lower lip to suppress a smile "Because every two weeks Heejin and I go to Mom's for lunch, and this time since you're here, I'm going to make a point of calling Heeseung too."

"You wouldn't do that…"

"Oh, I would" Jay smiled this time.

And you knew for sure that your dear brother would be able to do it.

You felt like jumping over the kitchen counter and lunging at Jay, but you were left to stir the chocolate in the pan to make a ganache for dessert. Your brother, smiling even too much, put the tomato slices in the glass dish while looking at you now and then and holding back a laugh.

"Cancel it with him, please" you almost cried, almost got down on your knees to Jay begging him not to come.

"Nope" he hummed, excitedly, "I like having my brother-in-law here. Besides, Mom loves it when he brings Aimi along."

"You're a motherfucker—"

"Hey, why am I being cursed at?" your mother chimed in. Jay burst into laughter and you just rolled your eyes, choosing to forget the conversation.

But your brother seemed to have plans to annoy you all weekend, and it was only Saturday. You wouldn't be able to stand it without hitting him once.

"I was telling y/n about Aimi" Jay said.

"Oh, I miss her so much" your mother said with such love that you rolled your eyes at the melted chocolate just so you wouldn't have to face the two of them who were heaping praise on Aimi.

For God's sake, did they have to do that in front of you? Maybe your mother didn't know what had happened between you and Heeseung, so the poor thing wouldn't be punished by your eyes almost shooting her. But your brother would. That asshole was going to pay dearly for every mention of Aimi's name and the way he openly smiled at you after saying it.

It didn't make sense for Jay to tease you about it, it didn't make sense for any of your friends to be into that sort of thing. Everyone there was dating, so why did things have to go that way with Heeseung?

Had Jay already cheated on Heejin, so he was an accomplice? Or had Jake and Sunghoon also been unfaithful, hence the partnership?

It wasn't easy to get into your head and you spent almost the whole week mulling it over, as well as running away from all Heejin's questions and why you were ignoring her brother.

"I just… I don't know, Heejin" you replied.

But she knew, of course, she knew. The only way to understand what was going on was to ask Jay, and like a good gossip, he would tell his girlfriend. Heejin even thought about clearing up the misunderstanding, but as her boyfriend had said, Heeseung was the one to do it.

So it was easy to convince him to go to lunch at your mother's house. You wanted to think it was because of the pool out back or her food, not because he had to explain something to you because you didn't want to hear it.

You refused to fall for his charms while he explained why he had cheated on you for a long time – totaling a month and a half, unfortunately, you counted – only for you to discover that there was another woman. And it wasn't even Heeseung who told you, it came out of Jake's mouth.

If your friend hadn't said anything at the amusement park, would you have known about her? Or would you continue to be fooled until you kissed Heeseung, fell even more in love and then he left you?

"Shit" you cursed quietly when the doorbell snapped you out of your thoughts.

All the food had been ready for a long time and you and your brother had decided to wait, sipping a glass of wine that your mother always left out for you to enjoy while they cooked.

It had to be the Lee siblings, so you decided to fill your glass and lean on the kitchen counter, not having the courage to move your feet as your brother walked past you and smiled with his mouth against the glass he was drinking.

"My love" Jay called out, and you knew it was Heejin he was greeting.

"Heeseung, Aimi!" that was your mother, and your stomach immediately churned at the mention of her name "Y/n, come over here."

I don't want to.

You should answer, that's what you had to do.

But contrary to your thoughts, your feet betrayed you and made you walk to the kitchen door so slowly that you were almost dragging yourself. Perhaps the glass of wine could have helped and stopped you from hugging them both, it would have been a perfect excuse while you just greeted everyone and went back to the kitchen.

As soon as you arrived, your eyes went straight to Heeseung and… A child? Heeseung was holding a little girl in his arms and she was the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen.

Dark hair, curious eyes, and flushed cheeks. She closed her little eyes as she smiled when Jay approached to take her in his arms, hearing the most delightful giggle you could ever remember a child having.

"Hey" Heejin greeted you before anyone could say anything. The two boys were very entertained by the little girl, who was mumbling a few things and talking to them, while your mother was already looking for a cartoon channel for her to watch "Are you okay?" your sister-in-law toasted with her full glass, and it was then that you noticed that she was holding Jay's glass.

Your head just nodded, saying nothing until Heeseung's eyes landed on you. He frowned when he saw how much wine was in your glass and you couldn't hide it since, as it was full, any sudden movement to place it behind your body could cause it to tip over.

Jay still had the little one on his lap and held her hand as he turned to you. She smiled in your direction and you tried to smile back, begging the heavens you hadn't made a face to scare the poor thing.

"Hi, y/n" Heeseung said directly to you as soon as you arrived at your mother's house. You shook your head at him, a silent way of saying hello. Your voice would waver if you said anything since it was the first time you'd seen him since the day at the amusement park, so you couldn't risk having a shaky, slurred, or harsh voice. So just a nod would be fine.

"You can choose any cartoon that uncle Jay will watch with you before lunch" Jay raised his hand and the little girl clapped it, making an animated hi-five as you watched your brother walk over to the sofa with her.

Your eyes lingered too long on the two of them animatedly chatting about the colorful cartoon characters that you didn't notice that Heejin had gone to talk to his mother and Heeseung was standing in front of you.

Hands in his pants pockets, hair slightly mussed, and biting his lower lip. He looked a little apprehensive for his taste.

"Y/n…"

"Bathroom" the little girl announced before Heeseung could even finish his sentence. He quickly looked over to where she was sitting and excused himself as he picked her up.

"Ready to use the bathroom?" he had such a beautiful smile when he talked to her that it seemed too encouraging, you almost forgot that you were angry with him "I'll be right back" Heeseung said before disappearing down the corridor in search of the downstairs bathroom.

That's how long it took you to stare at Jay and take a long sip of your wine before you saw him return with the little girl still on his lap.

"I did it, uncle Jay" she celebrated and Jay got up from the sofa, picking her up again.

"You were amazing, you know that? Your dad and I are so proud of you," he said.

Dad?

You bit your tongue to keep from screaming at that moment. The only thought running through your mind when Heeseung was still in the middle of the room but with his gaze fully on you.

"Y/n, that's Aimi" he pointed to the little girl who, as soon as she heard her name called, turned towards him "My daughter. And sweetie, this is y/n, uncle Jay's sister."

"Fuck" you whispered so quietly, not out of indignation, but because there was a child and you couldn't swear at her.

So your only reaction – apart from widening your eyes – was to gulp down all the wine and feel it burn your throat as you ran to the kitchen.

Your luck was that Aimi only nodded for a few seconds before turning her attention back to the drawing she was watching with Jay, so your state of panic hadn't had much effect on her. Unlike Heeseung, who walked in quick, hurried steps to the kitchen to chase after you.

The search for the wine was tireless. That bottle had run out a while ago and all you had to do was find another that your mother kept right there, but no. Those hands stopped you from opening it. Those hands stopped you from opening the mini cellar under the counter and made you turn to him.

"Wine won't help you much" Heeseung whispered to you.

"I just need to… I…"

"You need to sober up because I think we need to talk, don't you?"

Why did he have to whisper everything? And why did Heeseung have a relentless habit of leaning towards you every time he stood in front of you to say something?

"It's okay" was the only thing you managed to say because the next second his lips were on yours. Briefly, a kiss so quick that you couldn't even process the softness of Heeseung's mouth against yours.

"Great choice of wine, by the way" he licked his lips before leaving the kitchen, just as quickly as he came in after you.

Heeseung was right, you two needed to talk. You were just putting it off all day because you felt like a complete idiot, thinking all sorts of bad things about him and your friends when, in fact, Aimi was just a child. And Heeseung's daughter.

All right, he also felt stupid for never mentioning it since the first time you and he started to get even closer, but the real thing was that he was afraid. He didn't want it to always be the same.

You swore that every moment at your parents' house would lead to a conversation with Heeseung because he never took his eyes off you, only to look in on Aimi or help her with something when no adult was doing so. He was such a helpful father and that only made your heart swell even more for that man.

Your mind just didn't process the fact that little Aimi would be clinging to you the moment everyone sat down to lunch.

"Sweetie, let y/n eat…"

"Dad" she pouted as she sat on your lap, smoothing her long hair so that it didn't fall on the plate in front of her.

"It's okay, I think I can help you, can't I, Aimi?"

"Yes" she turned her head to look at you, and that smile like her father's made you smile too.

Aimi was polite, only asked for your help to cut things she had difficulty with, and ate her vegetables without complaining while Heeseung just watched until she finished eating so she could get off your lap. So you could eat right then.

You noticed that Aimi sulked throughout lunch while the others ate until they finished their meal and she held out her arms to you.

"I thought we were going to watch a cartoon" Jay pouted when he saw that Aimi hadn't gone to sit on his lap.

"Actually, uncle Jay thought he'd get away with doing the dishes" you pretended to whisper to Aimi, hearing her giggle immediately afterward "But I think she'd rather stay with auntie y/n now, wouldn't you?"

When she nodded, it was enough for Jay to make a scene in which Aimi laughed even more.

Spending the afternoon with that child was the most incredible thing that could have happened to you over the last few days.

Watching cartoons with Aimi, hearing about colors and how she could count to forty. Or how she knew about animals because uncle Jay had given her a book that made sounds with a magic pen. And he bragged about the compliments in the present.

You felt your heart warm even more when everyone decided to spend time in the back garden, your lap serving as comfort for Aimi who played with the end of your hair until Heeseung signaled that she had fallen asleep on your lap. You didn't mind. She didn't weigh anything, she was cuddling you so comfortably and her little body was sleeping so nonchalantly that you just held her there and paid attention to Heejin's words, who was telling you about something at work.

Your eyes caught Heeseung's from time to time, and he couldn't help smiling as he looked at you and then at Aimi. Your daughter had liked you and that made Heeseung feel better, maybe the fear had passed and he could talk to you.

"Hey, y/n" Heeseung whispered close to your ear. You did everything you could not to move abruptly and not wake Aimi on your lap, so you just looked at him, noticing that his attention was everywhere but on what was happening in front of him.

Now it was your father who was talking about something you and your brother had done during a family vacation. Heejin laughed, asking something and you simply decided to pay attention to the man next to you.

"I can take her inside, I think I'll put her on the sofa because it's getting cold and your arms will go numb afterward" he kept whispering, making you laugh.

"I'll help you" you also whispered, settling Aimi in your arms and getting up with her still on your lap.

This was quite common, considering that Jay was always the one to take Aimi when Heeseung went to family lunches. But now you were there, placing Aimi on the three-seater sofa, wrapping her in cushions, and taking the blanket from Heeseung's hands to cover her carefully.

"She's beautiful" your voice came out so low, the compliment was so natural that you only noticed when Heeseung leaned his shoulder against yours and let out a low laugh.

"I think I did a good job" you laughed along with him, looking away from the little girl to the boy next to you "Do you have some time for me now?"

"Of course."

It couldn't be put off any longer, you knew he wanted to talk too so maybe it was time since everyone was talking outside and Aimi had gone to sleep. It was just you and Heeseung on the other side of the room so as not to wake the little one.

Being on the smaller sofa had never been a problem, but the proximity to him was what was making you apprehensive. Their legs touching each other, Heeseung's hands searching for something to hold, opting to leave it on his knees as he looked across the room. He looked at his daughter.

"It happened in the famous cliché of the first one-night stand in university" he moistened his lips and laughed humorlessly, then looked at you and bit his lower lip "Aimi's mother didn't want to keep her."

"What?" your eyes widened at that. You noticed that he sighed, perhaps he was about to tell you something difficult, so your instinct was to take one of his hands in yours, intertwining your fingers and showing that you were right there. Next to him, listening very carefully.

He sighed, taking a little more courage.

Heeseung and Jay had met and it wasn't by chance, they had been assigned roommates in university as soon as Heeseung had been admitted to his course. He and the boys have been inseparable ever since.

Like any university party, which you knew your brother was part of, Heeseung also liked to have fun like any other adult who had just been admitted and wanted to enjoy his youth. But irresponsibility got to him.

Unprotected and fruitless sex only happened in the movies his sister watched, because it wasn't like that with him. Months later, the news that the girl was pregnant devastated him and he wasn't sure what to do, but he thought that they could take care of the baby and that he would be there to help her.

That's not what happened. Heeseung lived on threats all that time.

I don't want to keep this baby unless you stay with me.

It was cruel, she was cruel to Heeseung. But what could he do? That woman was carrying his baby and he could only try to do everything to please her until the child was born. Aimi was beautiful from the first minutes of her life and was the joy of the Lee family.

"I think we should break up" that sentence made Heeseung sigh with relief, he knew it wouldn't last in a relationship that he had sustained only for the sake of the child.

Agreeing was the only right thing to do. But he also didn't know that she would give up any contact with the little girl, literally taking away any responsibility, walking out and never getting involved in the little girl's life since birth.

"The guardianship is completely yours, and she will never go near my niece again" Heejin had done everything since the second she found out she was going to be an aunt, and she had done everything could to make sure that woman would never go near Aimi.

Almost three years passed and he thought it would be difficult, but no. Heeseung was a father – solo – but he had such an immense support network, like his friends, his family, and Jay's family. Aimi didn't miss a mother figure in the slightest because she was surrounded by the love he always knew she never lacked.

Heeseung's fear revolved around any relationship that wouldn't accept his daughter, or that the child's mother would somehow resurface trying to give up something she never had a right to just because he was moving on with his life.

"I don't think you need to worry about that" you said in a low tone, letting him breathe a little after telling most – or almost all – of the story, "Heejin made it very clear and you know how much weight her words carry."

Heeseung laughed.

He clasped his hands even tighter in yours, tilting his head to rest his forehead against yours too.

"Believe me, over the years I've tried to get into relationships and one of them said that I spent more time with Aimi than with her."

"What—" you moved away for a few seconds, just long enough to face Heeseung, and then returned to your starting position, leaning your forehead against his "I think the danger now is that I'll be spending more time with her than with you."

"Will I be double-changed?" false indignation in his voice and Heeseung's hands loosened from his for a brief moment. You would have protested at the loss of contact if it hadn't been for his fingers slowly trailing up your cheek "If that's the case, I'll take it just fine."

"Then start thinking about it, Lee Heeseung."

"I'm thinking, Park Y/n" and then his lips met yours halfway.

A slow kiss and the perfect movement of each other's lips in such calm synchronicity. It was as if they both needed it as their tongues moved slowly, tasting the drink from hours ago and how Heeseung's warm muscle curled into yours. Your hands met his on his face, deepening the kiss even more and letting out a sigh when he slid down the sofa to be even closer to you.

That kiss was on another level, you felt like you were in paradise while Heeseung's lips were still on yours.

He slid his mouth along your jaw and down to your neck, small kisses left on your skin making you shiver completely until they were interrupted by a whimper.

You and Heeseung separated very slowly, both of you looking at the other sofa and noticing that Aimi was starting to cry quietly as she stood up, scratching at her eyes and with her hair completely messed up.

Heeseung got up from the sofa where the two of you were, walked over to his daughter, and bent down in front of her.

"Hi my love, did you have a bad dream?" he asked her, the little girl's eyes going to her father and they were completely watery. She held out her arms for him to take her, and so Heeseung did. "Hey, are you okay?" he asked back, with no reply. Aimi still had a pout on her lips and her eyes were almost streaming with the tears she was holding back.

That was enough for you to pout at the scene in front of you, holding back a scream as Aimi looked at you and her eyes lit up.

Her little arms went out towards you so excitedly that she almost threw herself off Heeseung's lap. You quickly got up from the sofa and picked her up, kissing her on the top of the head before making her lie on your shoulder.

"Sweetie?" Heeseung called out after she had snuggled into your lap.

"I want y/n" she said sleepily, yawning as she lay on your shoulder and practically falling back asleep within seconds.

You and Heeseung looked at each other, holding back a laugh as the little one went back to dreamland after being snuggled in your arms. He approached the two of you, kissing Aimi's cheek and then kissing your forehead before placing his own against it. Faces close together.

"I think I'm getting your daughter for myself" you hummed, kissing his lips in the process.

Heeseung laughed, nodding in denial as you moved away to go to the larger sofa in the living room.

He wanted to deny it and play with you, but seeing Aimi on your lap and that scene in front of him, all the fear Heeseung had was gone for sure.

© ikeuverse, 2024. do not copy, translate or steal my stories.

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PRI'S FIC RECS : ENHYPEN EDITION (HEESEUNG VER.)

[ ♡ ] : personal favourites.

[ !! ] : nsfw ( minors dni pls )

🎙️hi. so basically doing this new thing of fic recs, because i've read sooo many over the years. most if not all are long fics here! but yeah lmk if you want of more members :) or any other fandoms (svt, bts, harry potter, marvel etc)!

✮⋆˙ LEE HEESEUNG.

one hundred and one by @heesdreamer [ 19k ] !!

synopsis : returning back home from a failed year at college, you’re reunited with your little brothers best friend who always had a crush on you. this definitely hasn’t changed, but he sure has.

notes : brother's bff! heeseung ; younger!heeseung ; college (ish) au ; gahh this made me go even more insane for heeseung than i alr am ( jake look awayy!!)

echoes of riots by @/heesdreamer [ 19.1k ][ ♡ ]

synopsis : falling inl ove with a rockstar is never easy, especially when he returns to your hometown on a successful tour three years after you lost contact.

notes : rockstar!au ; actually wrecked me like this is teww good.

player rank platinum by @simpjaes [ 30k ] !!

synopsis : You’re not sure what’s worse, your sister’s boyfriend or your sister’s boyfriend’s friends. What you thought would be a great deal in living with her throughout college turns into a major game of cat and mouse, where you’re unsure if your moral compass is pointing in the right direction solely because you suspect someone is wearing a giant sex magnet to throw it off. 

notes : gamer!heeseung ; read warnings ; wheww this was something alr ( in the best way possible i love ur fics omfg )

win one win me by @jaylver [ 14k ][ ♡ ]

synopsis : who knew being angry and impulsive can get the captain of the hockey team to notice you? cussing them out when they were losing wasn't the best idea, but it definitely made lee heeseung's head turn, leading to him making a deal with you to win a game in order to get your number. but that wasn't enough for him, he was determined to make you his.

notes : icehockeyplayer!heeseung ; strangers2lovers ; college au ; super adorable give me jock heeseung now pls!!!

home for the bitchless by @hannie-dul-set [ series ][ ♡ ]

synopsis : wherein your friend offers a room for you to crash in while your dorm is being renovated, but fails to mention that your new housemates don’t know how to talk to women (oh, and they also have an ongoing bet about you, too).

notes : multiple members! ; heeseung is kind of a loser ; i think i lost my lungs reading these, probably going to re-read to fill the void in my heart :)

belladona by @boyfhee [ 5k ] [ ♡ ]

synopsis : sometimes, love is not about the sacrifices you make, but about the selfishness you hide.

notes : thriller!au ; read this soo long ago yet was able to recall the author and putting it here :)

HOW TO GET BACK WITH YOUR EX : five do's and don'ts by @/boyfhees [ 26.2k]

synopsis : you were all in for a new start; a new city, new apartment, new department and new colleagues— though, not under the best circumstances— you tried to make it through your early thirties while lost between whether to give up or go on, and then you meet Heeseung, who happens to be on the other end of the same street.

notes : exes!au ; very slice of life but pretty realistic if that makes sense ? i felt as if i had actually experienced this :o

always been you by @jaeyunverse [ 16k ]

synopsis : heeseung was the kind of teenager everyone’s parents warned them to stay away from. he was the poster boy for the term bad influence, caring about no one except his closest friends—especially you.

notes : badboy!heeseung ; childhood!bffs to lovers ; very cute read, still think about this fic at random times <3

won't let you go ( this time ) by @zreamy [ 36k ] !!

synopsis : back home for good after a semi-unsuccessful first year at university in a new city, you’re looking forward to getting back into the routines of your old life in the town you grew up in but the one person you’d been desperate to see doesn’t seem too pleased about your return :(

notes : exes!au ; slow burn ; ohh zreamy is one of my faves on enhablr so y'all know this shit about to eat!!!!

triage by @maiverie [ series ][ ♡ ]

synopsis : heeseung is not, by any measure, date-able. he’s dorky, he’s nerdy, and he does this weird thing where he snorts loudly every time he laughs. in fact, he loves everything that normal people are allergic to — computer science, collecting rare comic books, and birdwatching on the weekend.given that you two have obviously nothing in common, you find yourself utterly flabbergasted when you receive a letter in your locker, on which heeseung has written, “hi. will you please teach me how to date?”

notes : nerd(adorable)heeseung x popular!reader ; this series owns my whole heart.

open sesame by @/maiverie [ series ][ ♡ ]

synopsis : you are uncontrollably, helplessly, and tragically in love with your roommate, heeseung. one night, desperate to learn more about him, you sneak inside his room and discover the reason why he always seems to keep his door closed. and then you realise that some doors, no matter how tempting, are better left unopened.

notes : roommates!au ; reader gives thirdhand embarrasment in one scene but we ball because this series is devouring.

waiting room by @heejamas [ 21k ] !!

synopsis : for three years, you and heeseung have hovered between friendship and something more—stolen glances, late-night car rides, hands brushing under tables. but when the waiting finally ends, you realize you were never just friends to begin with.

notes : friendstolovers!au ; very cute most recent read :)

the space between by @fairyofhee [ 16.3k ] !!

synopsis : It was a mutual agreement between you and the boy with high status and reputation to say that the kiss you both shared was a mistake and meant absolutely nothing. But while trying to win over your crush, you were distracted by that mistaken kiss from the boy who's won over your heart.

notes : rich!basketball player!heeseung x flower shop worker!reader, cutesy very YA series vibes <3

the misfortunes and misconceptions of lee heeseung by @jayflrt [ ♡ ]

synopsis : by no means does lee heeseung hold any romantic feelings toward you. the mere possibility is jarring, considering his luck seems to take a turn for the worst whenever he’s around you. from getting hit with a bludger during quidditch to getting into trouble with filch for setting off dungbombs in his office, heeseung starts to think you’re some sort of bad omen. he’s prepared for disaster when you two become partners in potions, but why does the amortentia smell like you?

notes : harrypotter au! slytherin heeseung x hufflepuff reader ; i love love love hp aus with slytherins like yess goo slytherin! also anything by user jayflrt is the BEST.

doe eyes by @thatgorlnatalia [ 9k ] [ ♡ ]

synopsis : telling the truth is scary, but it’s even scarier when nobody can lie to the boy you like | you steal glances at him like everyone else, but what if you knew he looks back?

notes : highschool au! ; very sweet old fic i found and had read way long ago, just wanted to add it here because it deserves to be read <3

MY DEAR ANNOYING SEATMATE by @svnoohe4rts [ 17.1k ] !!

synopsis : there was only a few things you hated in life, but your dear seatmate lee heeseung was most definitely one of the few things you absolutely despised. with the two of you being paired up for an upcoming project, it seemed like life possibly couldn’t get any worse; so why did he suddenly almost look cute?

notes : nerdhee! ; i loved thisss smm i remember reading it, probs gonna re-read hehehe