⸺ IN WHICH a little fight with your boyfriend ends up with him climbing your window
﹙1769﹚ bf ! lhs 𖹭 𝒻em. reader — 2000's au established relationship a little toxic hs being a bad boyfriend ℳORE ❜
the summer has just begun, and your favorite thing right now is sitting on your boyfriend's porch as you eat ice cream while talking, but...
“nah, i told you hee, it was pink!” you said, licking the ice cream from your spoon. your legs were in his lap.
his sunglasses slid through his nose as he kept reading a random comic you didn't even know the name.
“yeah, sure, baby,” he mumbled under his breath, obviously very focused on his lecture.
you sigh, tasting the flavor of your favorite ice cream flavor. shaking your head because of your boyfriend's little attention for the last fifteen minutes.
“i was thinking about going to the mall later, you wanna come?” you ask a few seconds later. heeseung finally parts his eyes from the comic to look at you. he stare back at you for a few seconds—unsure, before answering.
“sorry babe, i have practice with the guys. maybe next time?” you sigh dramatically, looking away as you keep eating your cone.
your boyfriend breathes out a laugh, letting the comic on his lap, before caressing one of your legs with his hand.
right, his band. the group of guys your boyfriend stood you up for at least three times.
“why are you frowning?” you know that teasing tone of his. so you don't look at him, just ignore his words and hands. heeseung keeps dragging his fingers along your leg until your knee, bothering you.
“babe,” he insists, tilting his head, trying to catch your eyes. his burgundy bangs cover part of his. finally, you sigh one more time, looking at him with an annoyed face.
“you never have time for me. you spent all day with your band or whatever,” your tone came more annoyed than you thought. he smirks.
“but i spent all day with you, it's 3 pm,” he hums, still caressing your skin with his palm. you turn your head like a possessed woman, and his smirk fades off.
“so you're saying that i annoy you? that you are tired of me, heeseung? because it seems like it,” you scoff, taking your legs off his lap. your blue flip-flops make a loud sound against the floor.
“what are you talking about, babe?” he shakes his head with his hands in the air, then he lets them fall to his lap.
“now i'm not gonna see you in like three days, and you're not gonna answer my texts,” you talk, ignoring his words. heeseung furrows his brows, with his mouth mid-open.
“when did i do that?” he groans, putting his sunglasses on top of his head. you finally meet his shiny eyes. you scoff before eating the last spoon of ice cream.
“a month ago? two weeks ago? all the fucking time since we've been dating three months ago,” rolling your eyes, you lick your lower lip with annoyance as you put the bowl next to you. heeseung goes quiet for a couple of seconds.
because it was true, of course it was true. and he knows it.
“i don't want to fight right now,” he tries to avoid the subject, and you know that very well.
“you're right, me neither,” you say, and he sighs in relief. but then you stand up, making the chair make a loud noise as you fix your flip-flops and your shirt. and after giving him a glance, you start to walk away.
immediately your boyfriend stands up, following you, almost tripping in the process as he rushes behind you.
“wait, where are you going?” he tries to grab your hand, but you yank it away, not saying a word. “baby.”
“don't call me that.”
heeseung bites his lower lip, not knowing what to do as he keeps walking behind you.
he know that you were right about being mad. he sometimes didn't answer your texts and kept staying late in the night practicing with his friends, and getting lost in time. he was kinda a shitty boyfriend, you both know that.
“go away, you have practice.” you didn't even look back at him. he sighs as he stops walking.
and as you thought, he went to practice, and didn't text you in two days. as always. you didn't do it either.
you went to the mall that day and bought a cute red nail polish that you couldn't wait to use. you wanted to show your stupid boyfriend, but you remembered that you didn't want to talk to him.
“yeah, i haven't talked to him since then,” you said through the phone on your ear as you kept looking at your nails.
your friend on the other side of the phone gasps. almost as offended as you.
“how an idiot,” she murmured and you didn't say anything, just nodded as you kept painting your nails. “i had kinda a fight with sunghoon the other night too.”
“huh, they are connected or something,” you murmured, too focused on what you were doing.
“yeah... i mean, he's not even my boyfriend. but whatever. let's stop talking about them.”
and just after that, you started talking about random things, like the new movie that just came out a week ago.
but just five minutes later, you heard the ring of the doorbell. and since you were alone, you had to open, so after saying goodbye to your friend, you sighed before walking down to the front door.
when you opened there it was your boyfriend, standing on the porch with that smile that you clearly loved, but right now you didn't want to see.
his bangs were covering his eyes, and he was wearing his usual jeans and a black oversized jacket. he was all the same, looking and standing there with his stupid 'please, forgive me' smile.
so just when you saw his face, you rolled your eyes, closing the door in his face. he couldn't even speak.
and when you turned around, he rang the doorbell one more time.
when you open again, he puts his hand on the doorframe.
“baby, can we talk?” he was using that tone. you know that tone. he uses it every time he screws things up.
“i don't want to talk to you, heeseung. and you clearly didn't want to talk to me for the last two days.” your hand was still on the door. “and i won't let you in.”
you look away, still obviously upset.
“i thought that you needed some time alone, that's all. i didn't want you to be mad at me,” you slowly turn your head in his direction. he's almost frowning. the audacity.
“so you thought that i wouldn't be mad at you if you didn't talk to me for days, just right after i told you that i hated it when you did that? are you kidding me?” your brows furrowed more and more on each word that came out of your mouth.
he open his mouth just to close it. he didn't know what to say.
“exactly.” you nod one time, before taking his hand away. “now go away.”
and just like that, you shut the door on his face one more time.
he didn't ring again, so you stomped to your room again, putting away your nail polish and grabbing a magazine you had on your table.
half an hour later, you heard a noise outside and then a knock on your window, making you jump in your place.
when you look in that direction, you catch a glimpse of your boyfriend's eyes. the sun was hiding by now, so all that helped you to see him was the light from the street behind him.
you stand up with your brows scrunched, coming closer to the window.
“go away,” you hiss, without opening the window. your boyfriend makes a signal to you to open it. he looks kinda silly right there.
sighing, you open it. this was very common. he did it all the time, even more when you were mad at him.
“can i come in?” he smiles a bit, and all you did was take a step asaid to let him in. you were mad, but you didn't want him to fall.
“it's a little cold outside,” he chuckles nervously, putting his hands in the pockets of his jeans as he looks around your room—as if he hasn't been here a thousand times.
“what do you want?” crossing your arms over your chest, you look at him with an arched brow, stepping away from him.
heeseung clears his throat, standing straight.
“i came here to... say sorry,” he blinks two times and takes a few steps closer to you. his cologne invades your nose immediately as he leans a bit, making you look up at him.
“because...?”
“i was an asshole,” he murmurs, fidgeting with a string of his jacket.
“and...”
“i wasn't being a good boyfriend, and i'm sorry for not answering your texts and for not texting you back these past days...” he takes one of his hands, making you lose your grip over your chest. his fingers are cold over your warm hand. and you just noticed that his nose and ears are bright red.
“those are a lot of sorrys,” you say, trying to sound nonchalant. but your body betrays you when you squeeze back his hand as he intertwines your fingers with his.
“yeah, i know... and that's not good,” he groans, letting his head fall. “i'm really sorry, babe. it's not gonna happen again, hm? i swear,” heeseung looks up, tilting his head as he stares at you. his bambi like eyes were a crime.
squinting your eyes in his direction, you hum, still looking at him with the same expression. fighting yourself to grab him by the cheeks and kiss him because he was looking extremely cute right now. not like the always cool heeseung you saw every day.
“then you'd better do your best to be a good boyfriend from now on. if not, i'm not gonna let you in one more time.” your stiff posture relaxed, and you grabbed back his fingers.
a smile appears on his face as he brings you in a hug between his arms, exhaling.
“promise,” he nods. his cheek against your hair.
“you better,” you say, wrapping your arms around his torso, squeezing him.
then he leans back a little, staring at you for a couple of seconds, grabbing your cheeks with both hands.
“i love you. i really do.”
“and i love you,” he kisses you. “when you don't make me mad.”
heeseung chuckles a little before kissing you again.
HIIII i just wanted to let you know that the korean name in the title of your recent fic says “jake” instead of heeseung !!!! i just thought id let you know in case it wasn’t intentional (given the fic is about heeseung 😭 heeseung would be 희승 pls don’t take this as shade i love you pls pls pls pls) love your work tho i swear you never miss… I MISSED YOU GOAT
lmaoo i literally did copy and paste from another of my drafts 😭 tkyy ahajshs and love tooo i finally managed to write something in a while that i liked !
⸺ IN WHICH you are a very jealous person but don't want to say it out loud
﹙ 5583 ﹚ bf ! lhs 𖹭 𝒻em. reader — collage au miscommunication (f.) fluff jealousy toxic thoughts kinda shy heeseung (doesn't know how to put limits) kissing cursing past toxic relationship trauma small fight/discussion ℳORE ❜
you're jealous yeah, but you're not gonna say it out loud. they say you're cool, chill. you trust your boyfriend. you love him, he loves you.
but deeply down, right at the ugliest corner of your heart and mind, lingers the bitter taste of jealousy. almost every time.
that feeling that crawls your chest every time a girl offers your boyfriend a smile that means other things, when compliments have double meanings, stares that have a deeper significance, words too sweet. but you were cool, because you were a chill girlfriend who trusted her boyfriend. that's what you repeated to yourself every time.
and your boyfriend, so charming, so gentle, so... popular.
the day lee heeseung asked you out on a date, you thought he was playing with you, some dare of his dumb friends asked. you squinted your eyes and said no right away, leaving him with his heart in his hand and his mouth open right under a cherry tree. but you didn't know that he wasn't like that. like the typical jock you thought he was.
but after a full explanation and another confession —longer, you decided to believe him. after all those months studying with him at the library, maybe —really, you liked him back.
but that was months ago. and now, six full months later, you're a couple, a well-being couple who's too overwhelmingly sweet (sunghoon's words), for everyone.
so yeah, you two are totally fine, you are totally fine.
“babe, you have to be there, okay? please,” he murmurs under his breath as he squeezes your sides with his arms. his cheek against your chest. eyes closed and a mumbled voice.
“of course,” you hum, passing your fingers through his soft hair as you look at the ceiling. he hums back before exhaling loudly, shifting a little to be more comfortable.
it was five in the noon and he wasn't supposed to be here; he had practice half an hour ago, but lied, saying something about not feeling well, just to be here with you.
he sneaked into your dorm after making sure that no one was around. so now you two were lying on your bed about to take a nap, finally having some time for the two of you alone.
between his practices, studies and other things, neither of you had time on the day, it was exhausting, draining. so, times like these were paradise and a breath of fresh air in the intoxicating routine.
your roommate was out, staying at his boyfriend's apartment for this month or something, so you had all the place just for you, and well, for him too in cases like these.
“i can picture jake's face if he could see what you're doing instead of going to practice,” you murmur with a smirk on your face, as you keep stroking his hair with one hand and the other rests on his nape. he chuckles, almost half asleep.
“fuck him, he did almost the same thing when it was about his girl,” he sighs again, almost groaning as he stretches his legs a bit. you smile, rolling your eyes.
“well then, sleep a little,” you tap with your fingers on the back of his neck, making him nod a few times as he squeezes his eyes.
minutes later, the two of you were knocked off.
and you didn't notice until an annoying noise came from his phone, ringing loudly in the middle of the silence.
you blinked a couple of times, adjusting your eyes to the now dark room. heeseung groaned with annoyance as he lifted one arm to grab it, ready to turn it off. but it was a call.
with his head still on your chest, he put the phone to his ear, mumbling some curses as he heard the other line. you didn't hear, too tired to open an eye and pay attention.
seconds later, he hung up, throwing his phone behind him, somewhere on the bed. then he sighed again, rolling off you, landing on his back on the mattress, right by your side.
“what is it?” you murmured with your eyes closed, putting your arm over them. heeseung looked at you, even if you weren't.
“just jay saying something about a party at the frat in a couple of days or whatever,” then you took off your arm and looked back at him.
“huh, nice. you're going?” you asked. of course he was. you know him.
“yeah, i mean, just because it's our house. either way, they're gonna be a pain in the ass.” turning around, he wraps an arm around your waist, bringing you closer to him. you bite the inside of your cheek.
“hm, yeah, of course,” you answer, trying your best encouraging tone. he smiles at you, pressing his nose against your cheek.
“i think it got a little late, baby, don't you think?” and he was right, the sun was already settled, so you two slept for about two hours.
“mhm, yeah,” looking at the window with closed curtains, you nod, then you close your eyes, making him bump his nose against your cheek. “what! i'm not gonna fall asleep again.”
“we could go grab something to eat, what do you think?” he says softly, tone still a little deep, his usual voice after he wakes up. you look at him by the corner of your eye.
“that sounds good.”
the thing that heeseung asked you that noon was this: for you to come to this game. the final game of the season. a big one. and you know how hard he has been practicing, and also studying to keep a balance between the two things.
today was a very important day for him, and of course for you. anything that makes him happy makes you happy, too.
the game had already begun a while ago. they were a few points behind. the team was playing a little off in the first minutes, distracted. your eyes were on him the entire time.
you were on the bleachers, in the middle of all the people. if it wasn't for the color of your shirt heeseung could barely see you, but either way, he always managed to find you, no matter what. he told you thousands of times that you could sit closer, closer to him, but you always said something about seeing better from here.
next to you were your friends, obviously cheering for your team, the college's team. riki was more interested than sunoo who was dragged here just because his friends were playing. and jungwon couldn't stop talking about all the game and murmuring how lame the team was moving in the first minutes, just to burst into cheers when they started to score one point after another until a tie.
when heeseung made a point from the middle of the basketball court, almost effortlessly, you smiled as you cheered along with the crowd.
he looked daydreaming even from here. with his hair on his forehead, accelerated respiration and shiny tan skin. and of course you wouldn't be the only one to notice that and stare, because you could clearly hear the high-pitched screams from lower on the bleachers, close to where the players sat, right when heeseung told you to take a seat. there they were, a line of a few girls who cheered his name and screamed every time heeseung whipped off the sweat of his forehead with his shirt.
you chencled your jaw. but then you shift your eyes, you didn't look in their direction again, it's better that way. you tried to focus on him and the game. this was the decisive point.
the people ran to lift and cheer up the winning players when heeseung scored.
you caught his face from afar, just looking at the scene with a smile. he looked happy.
your friends were already at the end of the bleachers, waiting for you to go there, so you rushed until the end, starting to walk with them to where all the people were.
just when you reached the team, heeseung was left on the floor again. his eyes were on you long ago, so he just walked to you, extending his arms just before you wrapped yours around his waist in a tight hug.
“i knew you would win,” you murmured against his chest. he chuckled, nodding his head with a big smile on his lips. “congrats.”
“it was teamwork,” he stated, before leaning back a little, just to grab your face between his palms. “and also was because i had my lucky charm with me.”
“give you some credit, hee,” you giggle when his nose bumps with yours, lips about to touch. “you worked hard too.” he hums and then pecks your lips.
“okayy, lovebirds,” the cheering tone of jake appears right behind heeseung, followed by the rest of your friends. “what about a celebration?”
heeseung passed an arm around your shoulders, still smiling, looking at them and then at you. then he pushed your body a little with his, making you look up at his face. he was silently asking you.
“let's go, winner boy,” you said with your arm still grabbing his waist by his side.
an hour and a half after you were at a party. the same one jay told heeseung about it a few days ago. party that came early from its original date.
you looked at him from your spot, sitting on the couch with sunoo and riki. heeseung was playing beer pong on the other side of the room, laughing with his friends and teammates. he took a shower before heading here, his hair almost fully dried by now, falling on each side of his face in an ash blonde. color that he dyed two weeks ago. color that you discovered that you loved.
but then you noticed the stares. the eyes that lingered too long on his frame, on his face, the giggles from behind you, the flirty smirks almost every time they talked to him, and heeseung... heeseung would smile gently, trying not to be rude. he never did anything to make you doubt about him, not even once. but sometimes he was too friendly, too clueless, better said, with people who obviously were surrounding him with other intentions. girls specifically. but, you never said anything about it. why would you? nothing happened, that's what you thought every time.
everyone on the campus knew that you were a couple; everyone knew that the golden boy of the basketball team was dating a girl two grades younger for half a year. but that didn't stop the flirts and the shiny eyes of girls; they didn't care.
“y' know... you're about to make two holes in him if you keep staring that way,” riki chuckles next to you before taking a sip of his red cup. you blink, losing the tension on your shoulders, tension that you didn't notice you had. then you sigh, resting your back on the couch.
“i don't know what you're talking about. he's having fun, and i was just looking at him,” you murmur, scratching your cheek with one finger, as you avert your eyes from your boyfriend and the women around him.
“aw, c'mon y/n, we both know that facade of the 'perfect girlfriend' is bullshit.” he was a little drunk, you know that, but you also know that he's saying the truth. he has known you since you were twelve, of course, he knows that. but you are not going to admit it.
“you're too drunk, ki, stop talking nonsense,” you shoved your hand in the air, without looking at him. he snorted, finishing his drink in one sip.
“and you can show heeseung other sides of you, and not just the perfect girl.” then he gets up, groaning as he starts walking towards the table where they were.
you hate this boy because he's right.
then you pass the next twenty minutes talking with sunoo on the couch, as you give heeseung quick disguised stares, which he didn't notice. and just when you turn your head a little, a dark-haired girl is tilting his head in his direction, resting his hips against the beer pong table, the game that just ended.
sunoo stops mid-sentence, following your gaze and then smirks, looking at you.
“it seems like he has a little fan over there,” you notice his teasing tone, you can hear the devil smile on his lips. you don't look away this time, as you bite the inside of your cheek.
“huh, it looks like it,” you hum, very aware of your demeanor.
heeseung's lips twirl in a smile, an uncomfortable smile as he takes a step back, pushing his hands on the inside of the front pockets of his jeans. but he doesn't ditch her away, his gaze finds yours from there, eyes looking straight into your features, your reaction. he gulps and you don't notice it.
sunoo sighs, shaking his head.
“a girl is hitting on your man in front of your nose, and you're not doing anything?” he asks, putting his chin in his palm, looking at you. you snort, catching his funny face on the corner of your eye before looking at him. parting your eyes from your boyfriend.
“he's a grown ass man, and i'm not a dog to mark territory or something, y'know?” the next thing you do is push his arm, so his lose the balance, scoffing.
“just saying.” the second person on the night to say this to you.
it was exasperating. you know that you could simply show a little jealousy, i mean, it was normal. but you didn't want to look insane, to be toxic. your past relationship was like that, and you didn't want to make the same mistakes. a little afraid also, to damage what you had with him. but at the same time you couldn't avoid the feeling of the green jealousy along your throat and chest, it was sickening. everything caused you jealousy, and you hated it.
when you paid attention to heeseung again, he was nodding at something she said before walking away with a smile, heading to where you were sitting. sunoo just walked away a few instants ago.
“hey babe,” he smirks, taking a seat next to you. the tips of his ears are red, and his cheeks are slightly pink. he's tipsy; you just noticed it. his arm goes over your shoulders, head resting against the couch, neck on display as he exhales.
you look at him, a smile tugging the corner of your lips, not a full smile like always. and he notices it, notices the way you have been staring at him all this time. but what he doesn't knows it's what was going on in your head, your thoughts.
“you tired?” one of your hands went to his chest, letting it there over his heart, looking at his face. heeseung lifted his head, looking back at you. his eyes are bearly open with his lips parted.
“a little bit,” his voice came out in a murmur, his fingers gripping your hand. at the same time, he lowered his head to rest it against your shoulder, his nose grazing your neck in the process.
“you want to go home?” you ask again, putting your other hand on his cheek. it was hot under your touch. he hummed, rubbing his nose along your skin, making you blink.
“yeah, i want to sleep with you,” he breathes out, hands now on yours, intertwining your fingers, with eyes closed. you chuckle, exhaling through your nose.
“let's go then.”
it was 2 am when the two of you arrived at your dorm, sneaking through the hallways with a 5'11 grown man wasn't an easy task, but you managed to drag him by his arm around your shoulders.
you let him sit on your bed, his head now hanging down, his hair falling over his face, a pout on his lips with eyes closed. he was more drunk than before, maybe it was the cold wind from outside while you two walked here.
sighing, you throw yourself to the chair in front of your bed, looking at him, making you smile. you breath in and out, trying to recompose yourself.
the red hoodie he had started to burn him, his words, as he tried to take it off, failing in the process, just to get stuck in the middle of it, making you laugh.
“hee, you're serious?” shaking your head, you stepped up, walking to him, and grabbed the sides of the hoodie, taking it off for him. but you also failed because it went out with his shirt included.
“heyy,” he laughed before a smirk appeared his face, crossing his arms over his chest. still with his eyes closed, he was about to pass out. “you're trying to take advantage of my state?” he teased, shaking his head.
“it's because you can't keep still,” rolling your eyes as you look at him, you step to the side, grabbing his shirt on the floor. “c'mon, put this on, it's cold.”
and here you were once again, babying your 23-year-old boyfriend as he kept giving you teasing smiles every chance he got.
once his white shirt was on again, he threw himself on the bed with you in the process, gripping your waist with both arms.
“heeseung!” you yelp, opening your eyes with suprise. he just hums, squeezing you against his body. his cologne and hair shampoo invade your nose when you land on the crook of his neck.
“let's sleep,” he groaned, shaking his head.
and another week passed just like that. the last time you could see heeseung was three days ago at lunch. he was mumbling something about finishing some work and that his partners were kinda lazy. he was stressed, but you could talk with him for just about thirty minutes and then just messages from time to time.
“okay, see you later,” your friend said as she walked away, heading to the library. you were planning to go shower. all day between classes and papers, your brain needed a break.
just when you turned around to head to your dorm, you collided with something, or better said, someone.
looking up as you hissed, grabbing your forehead, you find the pretty eyes of your boyfriend, staring back at you with the brightest smile. the bags under his eyes were more notorious from a couple of days ago.
“hee!” you couldn't handle back the smile on your face, tightening the grip on your books between your hands. his bangs fall on each side of his face, framing it. his hair was getting longer.
“hi babe,” chuckling because of your reaction, he leaned a bit, kissing your cheek at the same time he took away your books. you let him do it as you closed your eyes for a bit.
“what are you doing here?” this was the side of the girl's dorm, so the question was obvious. he adjusted the grip on his bag, his gray hoodie making contrast with his hair. he looked breathtaking as always.
“of course i came to see you. i'm free until 7 pm.” he raises his brows one time, making you giggle as you nod. “you want to go grab some ice cream? an improvised date,” screw what you were about to do ten minutes ago.
“yeah, i would like that,” and just when you were about to pass your arm with his, a voice interrupted you.
“omg heeseungie, i finally found you!” it was a high-pitched tone, a tone that you recognized very well. and when you two turned around, you saw a girl with brown hair, walking with confidence and a smile that already annoyed you. and heeseungie? why the fuck was she calling him like that?
your boyfriend, next to you, looked at her with both eyebrows arched, his eyes reflecting surprise.
“hi,” she kept the same smile, her eyes just on him. heeseung just nodded, a smile that you see every time they surrender him.
“hey, what's up?” you stand there, next to him. she looks at you for a couple of brief seconds. she was so tall, almost heeseung's height. you didn't say anything, just looking at them in silence.
“i was wondering if you would like to come to our dorm. i mean we're gonna be there with the rest of the guys to do the last things to our work,” her words slip like snake, each of her words coming with a perfect and annoying curl.
“huh,” heeseung scrunches his brows now, his mouth open. “but we already finished it,” his tone was uncomfortable, didn't want to sound rude, but trying to pass.
“yeah, yeah,” she giggled, nodding two times, leaning a bit on his steps. “but you know, hm, just to hang out then,” then, it happened the unthinkable happened. her palm landed on his arm, and her meticulously polished nails touched his right bicep, squeezing it a little.
your mouth opened a little. the audacity. a hot feeling climbed your nape, your hands closing in fists on your sides. your eyes flickering between her hand as heeseung's face. before thinking you scoffed our loud, looking at something else in the hallway. heeseung's arm was already over your shoulders, leaning you to him and making her had fall.
“as i said, we already finished it,” a straight line forming on his lips. his eyes were looking at you, but you were already focused on something else. “and if you excuse us, i have a date with my girlfriend.”
after she could say something with anger and shame, coming to her face, the two of you walked away.
the silence was there, even a few meters away from her. you kept biting the inside of your cheek, still repeating her annoying tone in your head. heeseung next to you, gulped one time, licking his lips after talking.
“heh, that was weird,” he exhales, fidgeting with the corner of one book between his fingers. his other arm is still over your shoulders. your arms crossed over your chest, a thing that you didn't notice.
“yeah,” you murmur, clearing your throat. finally loosening your grip on your arms when you noticed it. exhaling.
you didn't want to be like this, but where was the line? when you where aloud to feel jealous? at what point? at what point did it become toxic? but at the same time, keeping it all to yourself was selft-torture. and heeseung has started to notice it, but didn't know how to approach the subject.
“you still want that ice cream?” he tilted his head, his eyes appeared in front of yours, his bangs tickling your cheek.
“yeah, of course,” you relaxed a bit, nodding as he squeezed your shoulder with care. a bright smile appearing on his face one more time.
today heeseung had practice, and you were on your way to see him as a surprise. you were bringing some drink that he liked to drink when training, and it was still cold.
when you entered the place, you heard the chat, some screams and huffs of the team training. the place felt heavy, hot. even if the outside was freezing.
passing the bleachers, you looked around, searching for your boyfriend in the middle of all the players. it was strange that you came to his practices, i mean, it was just for the team players, but sometimes you saw girlfriends and friends waiting for them. today wasn't the day, there were just them playing and training on the basketball court.
and you finally saw his back, sitting on the bench as he tied up his sneakers. the he sat straight, exhaling, adjusting his black cap backwards. you smiled, taking two steps, until you saw a feminine figure appearing by his side, standing up next to him. she said something with a smile on her face, you could see her side profile as she leaned a bit. heeseung nodded without looking back, his head straight ahead.
raising one eyebrow, you started walking. and then she took off his cap, taking it away. heeseung turned now, trying to catch it. exhaling one more time.
“you have to be kidding me,” you groan low, rolling your eyes as you see him trying to catch the cap with his hand. he doesn't try so hard, just keep sat there. his bangs are falling a little humid to the sides of his face.
“heeseung,” you say. and the tone came out a little more harsh that you thought. he froze in his seat, slowly turning his head in your direction. the girl's smile slowly faded away, still with his cap in her hands.
the look that he had gave you was something that you never saw before. you looked that terrifying right now?
“babe!” he stands up. a nervous smile on display, coming to his face, taking a few steps until he's in front of you. the long forgotten to him. but not to you. “you came to see me? it was a surprise?” his hands came to your waist, a trembling smile hanging on his pink lips.
why he looked like this? you didn't want him to look at you this way.
“yeah, it was a surprise. i brought you this,” biting your lower lip, still thinking about what you saw, you show him the bottle. he looks at it, as he smiles, now more tender.
“thank you,” smiling, he leans down to kiss your lips, but you suddenly turn your head so his lips crash to your cheek, leaving a confused heeseung as you smile back at him, as if nothing happened. still the feeling of annoyance on your stomach.
when you turn your head, the girl is long gone now. heeseung's cap was resting on the place he where sitting.
“it because i'm sweating, right? i know, sorry,” he chuckles, loosening the grip on your waist, making you look at him with brows furrowed.
you take a few steps until you grab the black cap between your fingers, looking at it, in silence. heeseung shifts in his place, hand on his nape as he exhales. then you stand in front of him. he looks up at you as you stand on your tiptoes, in which he immediately lowers himself a little.
“i didn't say anything,” you put his cap on his head as he stares at you with his mouth opening and closing several times. but before he could form a word, you kiss him for a couple of seconds, before talking a step away.
noticing the redness of his ear tips, you smirk, breathing out a laugh. heeseung stares at you, straightening himself as he clears his throat.
“hey loverboy, it's your turn, come here!” you hear the characteristic accent of jake behind you, making your boyfriend roll his eyes as he starts to jog there, but not before giving you a quick smile.
you didn't know how much time passed by as you stared at heeseung play with his friends. you liked to see him like this, focused, strategic and hot. of course, he was hot. even more if he was looking like this.
but by some time in the evening, the practice ended and heeseung went to take a shower as you waited for him there, looking at your phone. the same girl from. before was jake's sister you learned that when he yelled at her if she could record him to his instagram.
and, by the way she looked at heeseung, you knew that she had a crush on him. it's impossible not to notice it. well it's possible if you're lee heeseung, of course.
when they came out of the showers. heeseung, jake and jay walked to you. jake's sister stood up from his place a few meters away from you, already molesting her brother and passion by jay, just to grab heeseung's arm.
she was jake's little sister after. twenty years older jake's little sister. another thing that you learned because jake can't close his big mouth and fight back against his sister.
heeseung breathed out a laugh, uncomfortable. his eyes locked with yours, and you parted them away, looking at his two friends.
“we're gonna grab some pizza. you guys wanna come?” jake looked at you and then at heeseung, who was staring at you. “hey you, stop bothering heeseung,” jake hissed at her. “or his girlfriend here is gonna yank you off.”
jay laughed, punching jake's arm.
“man, y/n it's not like that. she's chill.”
you turned your eyes between them, laughing. fake laughing.
heeseung bit the inner side of his cheek, carefully putting the girl's arm away from him, and then stepped next to you, grabbing your hand with his.
“sorry guys, we planned dinner together,” he excused both of you, leaving the three of them there.
“what happened?” you suddenly talk as you walk away through the hallway. his hand is gripping yours, fingers intertwined as he carries his bag with his other arm.
“you can say it out loud sometimes,” he murmurs, looking straight ahead. your eyes turn in his direction, furrowing your brows.
“about what?” not understanding what he's trying to say, you look for his face, but he keeps walking quickly.
until you finally reach a corner of a hallway, the light bearly letting you see half his face. his hair that is still a little humid touches your forehead when he leans. he let's go of your hand, eyes glued to yours.
“you don't say out loud when something bothers you,” he exhales, not trying to sound too harsh. you look up, staring at his eyes, suddenly feeling cornered.
“and you don't know how to put limits,” you bark back before thinking about your words. this was you, talking back when you realized that you didn't have a scape out, looking at him with furrowed brows and your heart pounding in your ears. and you were right. and he wanted to see it, he wanted to hear it, he wanted to talk.
“you don't know how to say no, you don't know how to tell them to fuck off when you when they are around you like flies,” his brows scrunching on each sentence, gulping as he staered at you in silence, “and you don't know how bad it makes me feel to bee like these,” you laughed ironically, closing and opening your eyes. trying to wipe off that feeling on your them.
“i hate to feel how my chest tightens every time a girl flutters her lashes at you. and you don't do anything about it, and neither do i!” throwing your hands to your sides, you exhale. a knot forming in your throat. heeseung's eyes were softer now, worked up respiration as he remained silent.
“and what i hate the most is that i don't want to hurt you, but at the same time, you hurt me a little every time you don't talk about what just happened. you let them be like that around you. i'm not saying that you have to be an asshole, because you're not like that, and i don't want you to be like that. but just put some limits, heeseung.” your voice trembled a little in the end.
“god...” he exhaled, his face dropping to your shoulder. “babe, i...” his words couldn't come out. his arms wrapped around you after letting his bag drop to the floor in an eco.
“i didn't know that i was making you feel that way. i thought that we were fine, but i was just being an asshole. i'm sorry,” he slowly said, stroking your hair with one hand. your amrs still on each side of your body, frozen.
“i-i know that i suck by pushing them away, you're right,” nodding, he tightened his hug, swallowing. “but you are wrong about thinking that you can't feel that way,” he slowly tilted away, still gripping your waist. face to face. “i don't have to give you reasons to feel jealous, because i have to put limits, now i know. but, you can feel that way, babe, it's not something that you have to mortify about about it. you can tell me, you always can talk to me.”
his hands went to your face, gently grabbing your cheeks between his fingers as he looked at you in the eyes. his voice was soft as he nodded his head. you started to feel your eyes water as you gripped both of his wrists.
“i love you, and i will always love you. no matter what. and if we talk, we can be better. both of us,” he said, blinking slowly. caressing your skin with his thumbs.
“i love you too,” you murmured, leaning to his touch. he smile, coming closer to your face, finally closing the distance by kissing your lips with a tenderness so... him.
both of your shoulders are more light after this moment.
“damn bro, what happened to you?” sunghoon raised his brows, looking at his friend as he sat up on the couch.
“why?” he looked at him with confusion, grabbing the controller in his hands.
“you're so shameless, with all those marks around your neck,” he chuckled, shaking his head.
“ah, shit,” he totally forgot about it, covering his neck with his hand.
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﹙3714﹚ nerd best friend ! sjy 𖹭 𝒻em. reader — best friends to ?? nsfw kissing cursing porn mention handjob kinda overstimulation sub jake ℳORE ❜
fluffy brown hair, flushed cheeks and black glasses. that's what you think when you think about jake.
jake, who is soft spoken, a little bit shy, funny, not too talkative when it's the wrong people. jake, your best friend for three years.
jake, who you're watching now with wide eyes, how he's pounding into some random girl like a fucking animal.
you didn't mean it. you were just looking for the bathroom in this big ass house, who you don't even know who's it is, when you opened a random one, just to find your friend fucking a girl.
so, even if you were drunk, you understood the situation, closing the door right after you came to your senses. your heartbeat sounding more loud in your ears than the music itself.
and now, a day later, you're still repeating that scenario again and again in your head.
we're talking about jake sim, who will tell you random facts in the middle of the conversation when he's nervous, the one who's too afraid of insects at his grown age, jake, who you never saw talking with a girl in that way.
“hey!” the man next to you waved his hand in front of your eyes, snapping you out of your thoughts.
you blinked a couple of times, turning your head in his direction.
“are you listening to me?” he asks, huffing as he sits straight on the chair next to you. you shake your head, dropping it as you sigh.
“sorry, i was... uh, thinking about something,” you turn your eyes to your food as you hear him sigh.
“right. quantum physics i guess,” he jokes as he looks at you, raising one brow.
“yeah, kinda,” clearing your throat you look up again, putting your thoughts aside. “anyways, sorry, sunoo. what were you talking about?”
“so... i was saying that we should go jay's café when we finish,” his eyes were now looking at his phone as he talked.
place where jake works, the person you have been avoiding since last night. well, maybe he didn't even noticed that you didn't answer his messages from this morning.
“yeah, sure. why not?”
what the fuck were you thinking? of course, jake would be here. he works here. but, you thought that he only worked in the morning.
“guys! nice to see you.” the charming smile of jay was the first thing you saw when you entered the place.
“hi, jay,” you also smile at him. sunoo and you were about to order.
you looked around the place, and it was almost full. the people came and went, the tables were all occupied, and the waitresses walked with their hands full.
and then you saw him. he was smiling at some old lady as he handed her what she ordered. his hair was under a blue cap that was part of the uniform, letting you see only a few strands of his brown hair. and obviously, with his black glasses on, making him look cuter than usual.
“so, you're gonna order the usual, y/n?” you immediately looked at him and nodded, trying to focus on the mini conversation they were having, but you simply couldn't.
minutes later, you were waiting for your order with sunoo next to you, as jay kept attending to the people.
you tried not to look in jake's direction, only looking at sunoo and paying attention to what he was saying, and how he kept complaining about an assignment that one professor gave you a few days ago.
“and i can't believe that he paired us with—” your friend's complaining was interrupted by a familiar voice.
“hi guys, what's up?” judging by his usual behavior, he doesn't seem to have noticed what happened yesterday, and maybe that is because you were very careful when you closed the door.
then you don't have to worry about anything; you were just exaggerating.
“hi, jake,” you smile at him, losing the tension of your shoulders, and well, your whole body.
“so... the usual,” he said as he read the piece of paper and then at you two as he maintained a tiny smile between his lips.
his lips were swollen. you didn't mean to stare too much but the color of it wasn't the usual color, they were... brighter? and when you looked at his mouth, you remember the obscene and almost pornographic sound that came out of it after you closed the door.
you wanted to run and hide in a cave so you could stop thinking about your friend.
“here yall go,” he passed sunoo's one to him and extended yours in your direction, so you stepped closer to grab it. “you... ignored my messages from today,” his voice came out a little lower; he didn't want anyone to hear.
sunoo was too occupied on his phone again to notice it. jake's your friend, it's not strange.
“sorry, i was, um, in class,” you chuckle, trying not to sound too obvious or too uncomfortable about all you were thinking. and how just the touch of his fingers against yours made your head start to remember.
“mhm, yeah.” he didn't believe what you said, but nodded anyway as he let go of the cup. “then, can you come to my apartment at night? i have a new setup of lego, it's sick! you're gonna love it.”
you sigh as you laugh.
and there it was again. the usual jake.
his eyes shine behind his bangs as he looks at you, waiting for your response. so, after a few seconds, you nod as you smile.
“yeah, sure. i'll be there.”
when you knocked at his door was about eleven pm. and, as you looked at your phone, the door in front of you opened up, just to show you jake, who was with his hair dripping water, a towel around his shoulders and in his pajamas.
“why didn't use your keys?” he asks as he steps aside to let you in. you clear your throat as you put your phone in your pocket.
“well, just because.” not like you think that could happen what you saw the other day.
“hm, right... well, have you eaten?” as he closed the door he walked to the kitchen, and you followed him after putting on the slippers that you had there.
“yeah, a while ago. you?” even if you have been here countless times, you can't help but look around the place.
“yup, but if you're hungry, i can cook something,” he offers as he takes two cokes out of the fridge. you shake your head.
“no, i'm fine,” you chuckle. “so, where's your impressive new acquisition?” after you take a seat in one of the chairs, you look at him.
a bright smile appears on his face. it looked like he forgot about it, and you just reminded him.
“come, we can build it in the floor of my room,” he started walking with the two cokes and two glasses in his hands.
you don't even remember when you started to do this. it happened just one random night when you arrived here, and he was in the middle of building a spaceship, and a piece of it got lost, and jake passed the next three days talking about it, so you came back, and after a few minutes, you found it right under the carpet of his room.
after that, you told him that you could help him so he wouldn't lose anything, and also because you liked to see him building it.
“a gigantic castle,” you stare at the big box in front of you on top of jake's bed. and judging by the illustrative image, it was cute.
“mhm. don't even ask how much it cost, i'm... not gonna buy anything like this in a while,” he took a big sip of his coke and then looked at you. forgetting about the class he brought.
“yes, i imagined it. but it's nice, this is gonna take you a while,” you smile at him as you push him with your shoulder. he smiles too, lowering his head, looking at the floor.
“yeah, and i have you to help me with it.” you look up at him, and he's looking at you with the same expression. you nod as you grab the coke from his hand, just to take a sip. “i brought one for you!”
“open it up, nerd. we have a job to do,” you make an exaggerated tone as you point at the box with your free hand, completely ignoring his words.
jake bit his lips as he smiled, turning himself to kneel on the floor so he could grab the box.
you sit on the floor where there is a big gray carpet, which he uses on these occasions, as you wait for him to put the box on the floor.
minutes later, he's sitting next to you as you look at the pieces inside plastic bags in front of you.
“a lot of pieces,” you murmur, making yourself comfortable next to him. jake nods as he looks down at the instructions.
“amazing, right?” he says after a few seconds of silence, now looking at you. so you turn your head and nod, chuckling again because of his excitement.
“yeah, you're gonna be entertained,” you tap his shoulder two times and then look at your phone.
“you're not gonna help me?” the tone of disappointment in his voice made you turn to him again. “i thought that's what you're gonna do.”
“you're such a crybaby,” sighing, you put your phone down. “i was just looking at the time.” you show him your blocked phone, the screen marked 11:17 pm.
“oh,” he turned his head in another direction, but you could catch a glimpse of the blush over his cheeks. his fluffy hair made him cuter, even if it was still a little humid.
“aw, you're blushing again,” you search for his face as you smile, mocking him. jake doesn't let you see his face as he turns it in the opposite direction.
“i am not!” he clears his throat and straightens up his composure. “stop messing with me,” he murmurs after a couple of seconds, and the smile on your lips widens.
“finee, i'm not gonna bother you, jakey. so let's start!”
you entertain yourself looking around his room from your position. from the posters of random movies and things related to football on his walls, to the physics books he has on his shelf, everything screams jake.
but, even if you were a little entertained looking around, you actually were bored.
“let's stop for a bit,” you groan, stretching your limbs as you look up. jake, next to you, looks down.
“but you didn't do anything,” he huffs as he turns his eye to the pieces between his fingers. you look to the wall and roll your eyes.
“i was too busy looking that anything went missing,” jake carefully puts down the legos and then looks at you properly.
“you're lying on the floor, using my lap as a pillow, and you're saying that you're helping me?” you nod with your lips forming a straight line. he blinks and then looks up again, concentrating on what he was just doing.
he completely ignores your complaints. so, after some seconds, you speak in the middle of the comfortable silence.
“hey, whose party was it last night?” you ask, as you look at your nails. jake hums, not stopping his action. now he was trying to build a tower.
“i heard that it was one of jay's friends, i don't remember...” he takes a break at each word, too focused on the legos, but still listening to you. “why?”
“uh, well, i was so drunk that i don't even remember,” after yawning, you turn yourself to the right to be more comfortable. flat cheek against his left thigh as your eyes land on the legos on the floor.
“don't move,” he breathes out, stopping his fingers, without taking his eyes from the pieces. you frozen in place, putting your hand on the floor, close to his knee.
“about that,” he continues after some seconds, “who took you to your home last night? and why didn't you answered my messages?” this time he said the full sentences, without taking any time to speak.
“i think that it was... anton? huh, i don't remember that much,” you lie, unconsciously biting the skin of your lower lip. “and i told you that i was in class today, seriously.”
“you let him take you home?” noticing his surprise and a little annoyed tone, you turn your eyes towards him.
“why? he's nice. he just took me home.” you don't understand why he would react this way.
“i think that he wants to get in your pants,” he says, sighing, making you turn yourself again, without raising your head from his legs.
“what are you talking about? anton isn't like that, he's nice to me,” you scoff, looking up at him, moving your head again. and jake finally let the legos on the floor and looks straight ahead of him, without meeting your eyes.
“if you wanna think like that, then it's fine,” he shrinks.
“are you making a scene?” your tone came out sarcastic. his words are offending you, but you can't avoid the smile that grows between your lips.
“what? no.” he finally looks down at you, his brows are furrowing under his bangs, and the shine in his eyes is different.
“i thought so, because you have no right to make a scene after—” you close your mouth immediately, looking away as you mentally slap your face.
“after what?” he blinks, still with his brows furrowed. but you didn't even want to look him in the eye.
why would you say that out loud?
and now you remembered everything again, so vividly that it makes your heart beat.
“what is it?” jake turns his head, like a confused puppy, staring at you, waiting for your response.
“nothing, forget it,” you sigh, trying to brush it off, to stop your mind from thinking and remembering it. “continue with the castle, or it's gonna get too late.”
even if you tried to change the subject jake didn't move. the curiosity was picking at his mind as he kept looking at you.
“stop staring and keep doing what you were doing,” you sigh, turning one more time just to avoid his gaze.
“y/n, wait—” but this time you turned to the right instead of the left. “a-ah.” almost the same sound that you heard before came out of his mouth again. maybe you put your head too close to him this time.
you didn't move and neither did jake. he remained in silence after that. you blinked a couple of times, and you realized that you were basically facing his cock.
this gotta be some porn cliché plot; it can be happening to you right now. but at the same time, you can't get away because you can't face him right now, so you close your eyes for an instant.
seconds later, you hear him swallow saliva, and his hand, which you didn't notice that he put behind your head —maybe to stop you, got away.
“jake, are you having an erection?” you talked in the middle of the silence, after opening your eyes and paying a little more attention.
and yes, even if his pajama pants are black, you can still notice it, and also because it's right in front of your face. you feel his body stiff.
“i-i'm not,” his voice sounds trembling, like he was holding his breath. his thigh muscles stiff under your head.
“you are...” you made a sound like you were about to laugh. this can't be the same guy you saw last night. maybe you saw it wrong. even if you clearly saw his back and brown hair.
“damn it,” he murmurs very low, but you listen to him anyway.
slowly, and not so sure you put your left hand on his thing, close to your nose and very close to the growing erection. jake breathed out a little more loud than he thought.
“w-hat are you doing —ah!” he moaned at the same time he let his head drop, and squeezed his eyes close.
now, the palm of your hand was softly palming him through his pants, and since they were made of a very thin and comfy fabric, you practically could feel his length through it. he still wasn't very hard, so you stroked it a few times, slowly torturing him as jake contained his mouth shut to not let out another sound.
“you're funny jake. you're having an erection right now.” even if you were ashamed about what you were thinking all day, you had to admit that, in fact, you wanted to see him like this.
and obviously, his reactions didn't disappoint you.
“that's... that's because y-you're touching me. ngh.” it wasn't a complaint, it was just a fact. and just the heat of your palm was about to make him come in his pants.
“nu-hu, you were like this before i noticed,” you hummed, chuckling again as you kept slowly rubbing him, this time a little more roughly. “you're a pervert, jake.”
“n-no. it was j-just...” he didn't finish his sentence before another needy moan came out of his mouth as his thighs moved above your head, and his hands turned into fists.
“you finished just because of that?” you were again holding a laugh, as you let your hand in the same place, starting to feel how it was getting wet.
“i didn't,” he sighed-whined, “stop messing with me, y/n.”
“i am not messing with you...” you slowly sat, without moving your hand away, your thighs bumping with his as you did it. “...jake.”
your body was stuck to his, legs right beside his. and you finally met his eyes, which looked dazed behind his black glasses that were slowly sliding through his nose.
you came closer to his face and lifted your hand, fixing his glasses with one finger. jake's eyes never left your face.
after licking his lips, he opened his mouth to say something.
“how the hell are you hard again?” you breathe out, as you look down one time before looking at his eyes again. he blinks, too focused on something else that you missed. his cheeks are bright red, and his chest rises and falls again and again.
“i... i don't know,” he whines again, too embarrassed to look down or anywhere else. you breathe out a laugh, raising one eyebrow.
then you put the palm of your free hand over his cheek. jake swallow again, his eyes almost expressing all his thoughts. his skin is burning under your hand.
when you move away the hand that was on his crotch, jake sighs, almost disappointed, making you smile.
the next second, you're putting down his boxer and pants, just enough so you can take his dick out. and jake doesn't say a word as he squeezes his eyes shut one more time, breathing more heavily.
his length spreads free, almost touching his lower abdomen. making you finally look down as you maintain one hand on his cheek and the other grabbing the waist of his pants. of course, it's hard again.
before thinking too much, you wrap your hand around it.
“hm!” he bites his lips as he throws his head to your shoulder, forehead landing against it, as his right hand flies to your hand on his cheek. his hand is also warm, or maybe yours it's cold.
you look up again, your nose accidentally touching his shoulder. then you turn to look at him, but his face is hidden on your shoulder.
so you start to slowly move up and down your hand, making him whine embarrassingly loud. and maintaining the same peace, you keep stroking him as he let out muffled noises.
“you're cute,” you say after some seconds as he whines again. his hand squeezes yours, and he groans.
“i'm... not cute, hm,” he says before moaning. you accelerate the movements of your wrist, up and down. and from time to time, you make circles on his tip with your thumb, making him twitch under your touch. he was about to come again.
“of course you are.”
then you lower your hand on his cheek, putting it behind his head, on his nape, and bringing it to your face, finally kissing his lips. and even if he was surprised, he immediately returned the kiss, letting his hands fall to the floor as you grabbed the hair of his nape, deepening the kiss.
meanwhile you kept stroking his length quickly. your wrist was starting to hurt, but you kept doing it as you kissed his lips. his glasses were bumping your forehead from time to time because of the way he was kissing you. you would never know that he would kiss like this.
his tongue played with yours, and he bit your lips, but also kissed your lips with care and passion. he breathed through his nose more heavily as your hand stroked him. until he froze with his mouth over yours, moaning in the middle of the kiss, as his mouth fell open.
and then you felt how warm liquid started to spill from his cock, spreading over your hand and his clothes. but you didn't stop your wrist, making him almost cry because of the overstimulation.
“stop, y-you're...” immediately, you take your hand away, resting it against his thigh.
you keep staring at him in silence, looking at his fucked up face. his glasses are a little fogged, but still, you can see his dark eyes. his bangs are messy over his forehead, his hair is drier under your fingers, and his cheeks are still flushed red.
he hadn't moved an inch; his lips touch yours. and when you were about to pull away, he reached the back of your head, kissing you again with the same intensity as before.
maybe sim jaeyun wasn't the little nerd and clumsy guy that you thought he was all this time.
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there were around twelve people in here; it was a casual hangout at jay's house. the music wasn't too loud, and you could hear the voices of all the people talking and laughing. from time to time, you scrunched your nose because of the smoke coming from the other side of the room.
riki was right by your side, both of you leaning against the wall next to some window. it was cold outside, so it wasn't open. his arms were on both of his sides, his eyes were looking at the floor, and he had been like this for about five minutes now. just ten minutes ago, he was chatting with sunghoon, but it seems like his social battery ran out.
then you look at the rest of your friends who are doing different things. jungwon is laughing with sunoo sitting on the couch, jake is playing beer pong with heeseung and two girls and a guy, jay is watching them, but he's not playing. sunghoon went to buy something at the grocery store with his friend and his girlfriend's friend, and you two are here, in silence.
but while you were in your own world, looking at your friends, the sudden movement of riki made you turn your head in his direction.
his arm is now tugging on your waist, and his head rests on your shoulder; his legs are a little extended as he leans on the wall to match your height.
“can we leave a little early today?” he asks in you ear in a lower tone, almost tired, sleepy?
“you're not feeling well?” you ask back, raising your hand to touch his forehead. his temperature it's just fine. riki squeezes a little of your waist, bringing you closer to him.
“i'm fine... i just want to go to sleep with you.”
you chuckle as you let your palm rest on his cheek.
“oh,” you give his face a few strokes with your finger. “so it's just you being clingy.” of course, you have to tase him even now.
he raises his head, looking at you with furrowed brows. his arm never let you go.
“no,” he lies. you smile, bumping your head with his, finally making him smirk.
“fine, i can resist you if you look like that,” sighing, you shake your head, pretending to be annoyed. riki laughs through his nose as he stands straight.
he grabs your hand, intertwining your fingers; his rings are cold against your skin.
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riki was sitting on the closed toilet lid, with you standing between his legs.
“you think this is gonna work?” he asks, looking up at you. his brows are a little scrunched.
after his words, you slowly look down, pretending to be offended.
“you don't trust your girlfriend?” scoffing you pass the brush a couple of more times. paying attention that every section is covered in black hair dye.
riki chuckles and lazily wraps his arms around your waist, bringing you closer to his body. his face is still looking up as you stare at his hair, focused.
“of course i do. you always do my hair,” he murmurs.
then you look at the front strand of hair is secured in the foil, closing it very well. and after that, you pass the brush a couple of more times, just it case.
all that under the attentive gaze of riki, who hadn't let you go since a couple of minutes ago.
“all right,” you sigh as you look down in his direction, with now a smile on your lips. “now we wait.”
you put both hands on his cheeks, and he stares at you, a chuckle escapes under his breath.
“i think this would look good on you,” nodding, you come closer to his face, pecking his lips.
“mhm.”
half an hour later, you were waiting outside the bathroom for him to come outside with his washed hair. hoping that this time he didn't stain the shower with black hair dye.
and while you're drinking a glass of water, you hear the sound of the door opening, finally letting you see your boyfriend with his new hair.
“what? it looks bad?” he asks after you stared at him in silence.
he walks slowly until he's standing in front of you, and you look up at him. drips of water fall onto the floor and your arm, making you blink as you shake your head.
“i like it,” you smile as you grab his hand between yours. “but let me style it so you can see the final results.” riki chuckles again.
“oh, you're a professional by now,” you roll your eyes, smiling. he lets you guide him to your shared room.
there you sit him on the edge of the bed as you dry his hair with the hair dryer.
“close your eyes, please,” and then you give his hair some form and volume with the hairspray.
you lower yourself a little, fixing some little strands with your fingers. riki just stares at you while you do it. a cute smile on his face.
once you're done, you take a step back, looking at him sitting there with his hair perfectly done.
the black and more shorter hair contrasts with the white strand of hair. yeah, definitely one of his best looks. you love it.
“ah, yes, what a good hairstylist i am,” you sigh, proud of your work. your boyfriend snorts, laughing a bit. then he stands, coming closer to the mirror that is right by your side.
riki stands there, looking at himself, turning his head side to side, admiring your work.
“what do you think?” you ask with a smile.
he slowly turns his head in your direction, taking two steps until he's right in front of you.
“i think that i'm very lucky to have a very talented girlfriend,” he lowers his head, with a smirk between his plump lips.
“hm, well, maybe you are,” you joke, shrinking.
“now i have to figure out how i'm gonna pay you back,” he says in a lower tone, leaning, coming closer to your lips.
but you immediately put your two hands on his shoulders, stopping him.
“you can't ruin your hair right now, babe. we have to go out, remember?” you talk in a mid-gentle, mid-mocking tone. riki exhales through his mouth, furrowing his brows.
and it was true, you two had a very important dinner in an hour, so his hair had to remain intact until then.
“fine,” he groans.
but just after that, he grabs your face with both hands and kisses you anyway.
about five minutes ago, you opened a lollipop you bought today when you went do groceries. the sweet flavor invaded your mouth as you watched at the screen of your phone, scrolling on tiktok. you were lying on the sofa with your legs resting over it.
a few moments later, you heard the sound of the principal door opening, so you turned your head in that direction, expecting your roommate. and it was. his dark hair was the first thing you saw, next to his tiny smile and tired eyes.
“hey” he says as he takes off his shoes and lets his bag on the floor, making his way to the sofa. you took the candy out of your mouth so you could talk to him.
“are you hungry?” he nods, sitting next to your head. you put the lollipop again on your mouth, looking at your phone again as you wait for his answer.
“yeah. i need to eat pizza, what do you think?” he tilts his head, and when you open your mouth to answer, you feel how he steals the sweet from you, making you turn your head in his direction with furrowed brows. and then he puts the red lollipop on his own mouth.
“ew! niki, noo,” you try to take the candy back, but he pulls away with a smirk, savoring the strawberry taste. “why did you do that?” you sigh, trowing aside your phone, now standing on your elbows.
“so, wanna eat pizza?” he raise an eyebrow, grabbing the stick of the lollipop, and twirling on the inside of his cheek, completely ignoring your complaints.
scoffing, you rest your head on the sofa again, next to his thigh. “fine, but you better buy me another lollipop, jerk.”
“you don't want it back?” niki almost took it out from his mouth, raising an eyebrow as he smirked.
making a disgusted face, you shake your head.
“no, you have to buy me a new one.”
“anything you want, pretty” he says in a mocking tone, as he touches slightly your nose with his index. you roll your eyes, bitting back a smile.
park sunghoon female reader ⊹ bestfriends to lovers misunderstandings﹙1158﹚ . . . shelf !
since a couple of days ago sunghoon, your best friend, has been not answering your calls, not reading your texts. and you don't even know what's going on.
you're starting to get anxious because his friends told you that he is going to college and his job as usual so that made you think that maybe you did something wrong.
today was saturday midnight, so you just put on your hoodie to go to the store to buy some snacks. you usually do this with sunghoon, but since the actual situation you two are in, you're on your own this time.
watching the clock on the wall. you sigh before shutting the door after you.
luckily, the grocery store was just one block away from your apartment, so you got there quickly, entering to grab some bags of random snacks. you are feeling kinda sad, so you just want to eat and watch a movie or something.
once you made your way to give the bags to the cashier, you heard the doorbell ring, and you never turn to look at it, but this time, you casually do, meeting nothing more than your lovely best friend who has been avoiding you.
right, he lived in the neighborhood, and you could have gone to his place to ask him what happened, but you wanted to give him some more days. and it seems like it was tonight. the final day.
he was wearing a black hoodie with the hood covering almost all of his face, bangs over his forehead, dark circles under his eyes, and a death stare. he looked awful.
you keep watching him, hoping he will notice you and explain, but he doesn't. he just entered without looking at nobody, going straight to the snacks section, and grabbing the same one as you.
you paid quickly and left the place, waiting for him outside. you didn't want to make a scene there.
biting the inside of your cheek, you wait another couple of minutes until you finally hear the door. immediately you turn your head and meet his gaze when he raises his head. sunghoon's eyes widened with surprise when he saw your face, blinking twice.
“park sunghoon, what a coincidence..” you say, raising both eyebrows. the anger all over your face is noticed by him.
“hey.. look, i can explain” he started, a smile trembling in his mouth as he approached you with slow steps. you frowned, crossing your arms.
“explain what? that you completely ghosted your best friend without saying a word or giving life signals at all in an entire week?” you pretend to think, staring at him. sunghoon sighed, looking now at the floor.
“you want to come over? i'll.. explain to you” meeting his dark and shiny eyes, your expression softened a little, losing the grip on your arms, making them fall on your sides with the bag in your left hand. you nodded in response.
. . .
ten minutes later, you were entering his apartment, which was all in order as always, the clean smell on the air and the tv on. after looking around his place, you looked at him. he made his way to the sofa, and then patted the spot next to him.
“okay, explain” sitting on the sofa by his side, you turn yourself a little to face him.
“actually i don't have an excuse..” his eyes were pinned on his interlocked hands over his thighs. “it was stupid to just ghost you. i just.. i was thinking..?”
“thinking? may i know about what?” you sighed, staring at his hands. he was nervous. “and why can't you look at me?” slightly tilting your head, you try to search for his eyes. sunghoon finally looks up, staring at you.
you had missed him.
“i.. i thought about this a lot, and i didn't want to come this way. i didn't want to happen either, but.. this is so stupid” he sighed, rolling his eyes, biting his bottom lip because he didn't know how to explain. the hood over his head didn't let you see his face properly.
“hoon..” you came closer to him, reaching his head to slowly take the hood off so you could see him. and he let you do it without looking at you.
once you're done, you rest that hand over his, trying to give him some comfort.
“what is it?”
“i like you.”
you stared at him, frozen in place, and he was giving you some eyes that you had never seen on him before.
starting to get more nervous, he tried to get away from your touch, feeling the coming rejection from you. but before he could get up, you grabbed him by his shoulders, keeping his body in place.
“that's why you have been avoiding me? that's the reason why you have those dark circles?” you looked at him with furrowed brows, still grabbing his shoulders. he stared at you in silence. “you're an idiot, y'know?”
“what?”
“why didn't you come to me and talk instead of avoiding me? sunghoon, i was worried. i thought i made something bad to bother you or hurt you, don't know. i was overthinking it all” his face went full of worry when he heard you saying that, and feeling guilty.
“i thought.. i was afraid. i still am” he chuckled, still looking nervous.
“hoon, i like you too. you're so dumb” you start laughing, slipping your hands until they both grab his hands again. sunghoon looked at you with surprise all over his face. “i had a crush on you for almost a year” you shake your head.
“you're kidding.”
“i'm not.”
a bright smile appeared on his face, almost illuminating the whole room. he interlocked his fingers with yours, and before you could talk again, he pounced on you, making you fall over your back, giggling about his sudden affection.
his hands hugged your waist, and his face went on the side of yours, feeling the warmth of it.
“sunghoon are you red?” still laughing, you caress his hair, and he immediately shakes his head, brushing his hair against your cheek. “yeah, you're hot” noticing your own words, you shut your mouth, making sunghoon rise his head, holding a laugh.
“i am?” a smirk appears on his lips, letting you see his fangs. you rolled your eyes, putting one of your hands on his cheek, feeling the heat of his skin.
you nod, smiling. “yeah.”
you finally noticed how close your face was to his and how shiny his eyes looked right now.
caressing his face, your fingers touched his cheeks. and when you were about to take off your hands, he stole you a quick kiss, surprising you.
“i like you,” he said, hiding his face on the crock of your neck again.
giving you a cuteness attack, you squeezed him against your body, hugging him by the neck.
yang jungwon female reader ⊹ fluff established relationship﹙390﹚ . . . shelf !
today was sunday, and that means you were at your friend's house now, resting your head on your boyfriend's shoulder as he was playing video games on the tv with riki. at the beginning, you were looking at the screen, but as time passed your eyes stopped on jungwon's side profile.
after a few minutes, he passed the control game to sunghoon, now letting him and riki play. your other friends were talking on the other sofa, but you entertained yourself by paying attention to your boyfriend, who was smiling and joking with the younger one, talking about how badly riki was playing that game.
how his cheeks raised every time he smiled, his blonde bangs falling over his big and shiny eyes. and his dimples, those freaking dimples that you loved with your entire soul.
minutes later, riki started talking with sunghoon and jake next to him. your eyes were still on the boy next to you, so you unconsciously raised your hand, which was resting over your thighs, placing your point finger on his dimple. jungwon stopped moving, and only his eyes turned to look at you, not getting away from your touch.
“what are you doing?” he asked in a playful tone, looking at you by the corner of his eye.
“that's cute” you said, and the dimple became more noticeable because his smile became wider. you lightly picked the same place a few times, staring at it. he raised an eyebrow, still gazing at you.
“i'm cute?” he asked now with a smirk on his lips. you put back your hand to your legs again as you nodded.
“yeah” now you came close to his face, placing a kiss on his cheek, right when his dimple was. immediately, a more wide smile started to appear on his lips. “very much.”
“ew, we don't want to watch your clingy interactions,” riki said with a disgusted face. jungwon turned his head to look at him with an evil smile.
“that's the reason you don’t have a girlf— ouch!” you slapped his arm before he could finish as you shook your head, making riki and the rest of your friends laugh and mock him.
you intertwined your hands with jungwon's, making him smile like an idiot again as he looked at you, forgetting his friend's teasing and laughs.
⸺ IN WHICH you have a rommate who is a little particular when it comes to sleeping
﹙3611﹚ loser rommate ! sjy 𖹭 𝒻em. reader — fluff friends to ?? slowburn somnambulism skinship kissing just fiction ℳORE ❜ ᨳ inspired by "the first frost" drama.
you've been jake's roommate for about a year now.
it all started when your old roomie had to leave because she was going to live with his boyfriend. and you couldn't pay for the rent on your own, so she offered to get you a new roommate.
although she forgot to tell you that that roommate was a man.
and that man was a friend of hers that you knew. he was nice. but anyway, you were searching for a girl to live with you. but you didn't have success finding one, and the rent payment was around the corner. so he eventually moved in. and although at the beginning, the idea didn't like you that much, you two became closer friends as the months passed.
he's someone good who you can live with. but..
there he goes again.
he's in the middle of the kitchen, with his eyes closed, drinking a glass of water in the middle of the night. from behind, it seems like he's awake, but he isn't. he's completely asleep.
a couple of months before this would scared you, but now you're very used to him. almost.
the cause of this is all about the amount of stress the college and work give to him, or at least that was what the doctor said when he went the first time you screamed in the middle of the night, waking him up and making him fall with some box that was on the floor.
most of the time, he just comes here and drinks water. or sometimes he sits on the couch, stays there for a couple of minutes, and then goes back to his dorm. all in complete silence.
you blink a couple of times to adjust to the darkness. right now is 2:37 am. you came here to look up your phone charger, just to find jake in the kitchen.
“i'm used to this, but you scared me, tho” you whisper without looking at him, as you look for what you came for.
he just drinks his water and then leaves the glass there to head to his bedroom.
two, three, four steps, and he's in front of you. you stand up straight and furrow your brows, looking up at him. he did this just one time, a month ago; he stands up in front of you and then goes away.
but this time, he raises a hand, and—as you follow his movements, he rests it on top of your head. making you want to laugh. what's he doing?
his eyes are closed, his hair is a mess, and his shirt is all wrinkled. you look at him, curious.
“jake, i'm not layla..” you whisper again, smiling. he rests his hand there for a couple of seconds, almost like he's patting a pet, and then goes away.
you stare at his back until he closes the door behind him. then you go to sleep, shaking your head with a smile, thinking about how you're going to make fun of him the next morning.
when you wake up the next day is sunday noon, so you can sleep this much for today. so after brushing your teeth and washing your face, you come out of the bathroom and head to the kitchen. the smell of food makes you smile.
“morning..” you say as a yawn comes out of your mouth. jake turns to you with a tiny smile. he's wearing headphones, but either way, listen to you.
“hey, morning,” he greets you as a radiant smile grows on his lips, brightening up his face.
you walk to the table behind him, sitting on a chair. and as you stare at his back, the moment of the night before comes to your head, and a big smile appears on your lips. jake glances at you and then takes off the earphones as he turns off the stove.
“what?” he smiles too, now turning to look at you.
“oh, nothing..” you look to your side, trying not to laugh. he approaches. his lips unconsciously form a pout.
“whaat?” he insists, now standing at the other side of the table. you now look at him.
“last night..” his face drops immediately. his lips now forming a line.
“don't tell me that last night i..”
“i came here to look up for something, and i found you.. then you approached me and put your hand on top of my head.” you started laughing because of his face. “you thought i was layla?”
he groans as he puts a hand over his face, but you can see his red ears. your laugh doesn't help him when he starts to feel his face heat up.
“i don't even remember what i was dreaming about” you keep laughing at him. he turns around, clears his throat, and continues cooking, trying to ignore your giggles on his back.
from your place, you can see how the tips of his ears are still bright red.
“you're cute,” you say as you keep making fun of him. he doesn't turn around again, but a tiny smile grows between his lips.
today was a tiring day, and all you wanted to do was sleep for an entire week. all your body felt heavy, and your head hurt half the day.
it was around midnight when you arrived home. you told jake that you were gonna come back late, so he's completely asleep by now.
after coming back from your room fully changed with more comfortable clothes, you make your way to the kitchen, turning on just one light.
jake left you food so you could just heat it and eat it, so you were going to do that after going to sleep.
some minutes later, you heard a click coming from jake's dorm. he's awake or..
you turn off the stove and turn around, just to find jake there, who is standing a few meters away from the kitchen. he's asleep.
after the last time you made fun of him, he had just one episode more. and that was a month ago.
now you were expecting what ridiculous thing he would do now.
so you stay still, looking at him, expecting. then he starts to walk slowly in your direction. and just in a few steps, he is standing up just a few centimeters away from you. both hands by his sides. eyes shut, and furrowed brows.
you raise one brow, thinking about his next movement. but you gasp when he approaches his face close to you. you try to move away. your heart is racing in your chest.
but then he drops his forehead on your shoulder and stays there. your arms flew to his sides as a reflection, not touching him. but then you don't know what to do. this is new. so you stay in your place, frozen.
he exhales, and you feel his body relaxing. then breaths more slowly, calmer. just his forehead resting against you as he leans in your direction.
a couple of minutes later, he steps up properly and walks away in silence.
the next morning, when you wake up, he isn't at home anymore. but later, when you see him again, you don't mention what happened.
three days later, you two are bout to watch a movie. finally, you can watch it in peace since tomorrow, neither of you had to do something in the morning.
“i only agree to watch this movie because the last time i chose it..” he says as he looks at the screen with furrowed eyebrows, shaking his body dramatically, faking shivers.
“jake, it's a bunch of people with makeup,” you say, looking at the screen as you eat some popcorn he made minutes ago.
“whatever” he snorts and then extends his arm to grab some popcorn, too. “why are you so far away? i can't reach the food..” he complains before throwing it to his mouth and chewing it.
the couch isn't big, but either way, you're on the corner of it with the bowl of popcorn just for you. so you stand up, sigh dramatically and drop yourself next to his body, literally glued to him, brushing nothing off your shoulder, as if his touch bothered you, just to bother him. back but that it's useless because now he has a big satisfied smile on his face as he looks at you making himself comfortable.
“happy?” you look up at him, putting the bowl on your lap. he nods, grabbing more popcorn.
“yeah, thank you.” he puts some in his mouth and then smiles again. his cheeks full of food. you roll your eyes, turning your head to the screen, fighting back a smile.
half an hour later, the bowl is empty on the table in front of you two. and you're more conformable now, with your head resting against the sofa. meanwhile, jake is knocked out next to you since he fell asleep around fifteen minutes ago. his head is also resting on the couch, just a few centimeters away from yours.
a moment later, you look at him from the corner of your eye when he starts to move, frowning and murmuring something that you don't hear. then he comes closer to you and tries to make himself more conformable, resting his head on your shoulder and throwing almost all his body weight on you—in the process, making you fall to your side. you yelp, looking at him, waiting for his complaint or something.. but he's totally asleep.
chuckling, you do your best to accommodate him, but it's useless. so you surrender and move, slowly sitting again and letting his head rest on your lap. he doesn't even notice.
like that, you continue to watch the movie until the end.
when that happens, you look down at jake, who is peacefully breathing with his eyes closed. his lashes resting against his cheeks, hair messed up against his forehead and mouth mid-open, showing his teeth. this image makes you want to giggle because of how cute he looks.
but you have to wake him up so he can go to bed.
“jake,” you whisper, taping his shoulder. he doesn't move. “jake, wake up. you can't sleep here.”
“hmm..” it's all he says, still half asleep. you can't even get up because of his position.
“jake” now you shake his shoulder. and finally, he starts blinking, furrowing both brows.
“i.. fell asleep?” he asks with a sleepy voice, yawning. you nod, looking at him. then he stares back at you, now a little bit more awake. a smirk forming on his lips. “why am i in this position?” you smack his shoulder.
“what's that face?” you snap, rolling your eyes. “you were the one who threw himself over me.”
he grabs one of your hands and keeps staring at you, catching you by surprise, but you let him anyway, looking at your hands at then at him again. he plays with your fingers as he talks.
“maybe you pulled me to your side, and i ended up like this. and in theory.. i didn't walk” he jokes with a smirk, making you exhale through your nostrils as you look to the other side.
he slowly sits up, yawning again, as he lets go of your hand. his hair is a little messed up, and his puffy eyes are mid-open when he looks at you again.
“well, i think we should go to bed,” he says, looking at you. then he shakes his head, blinking rapidly. “i mean, i should go to bed. you can't stay if you want. i—”
“yeah, i'm going to sleep too” you chuckle and grab the control of the tv, turning off the screen. he closes his mouth after two seconds and then talks again.
“all right” nodding, he gets up. “good night.”
“good night, jake.” he smiles at you one more time and goes to his bedroom.
a week later, you're in front of an asleep jake again, who's standing up in the middle of the hallway, midway to your bedroom.
you were on the couch when he came out of his room and stayed outside his door for a couple of minutes. then he started walking towards your door room.
“jake, this isn't your room..” he tried one more time to keep walking, but you blocked his way, and he stayed in his place.
you put your hands on his shoulders and made him slowly turn around, and he did so. until he wanted to enter your room one more time.
“you're like this even when you're sleeping” you whine, still with your hands over his shoulders. then you try one more time to guide him to his door, bearly pushing him. and he starts walking, letting you guide him.
you let him go, and he kept walking towards his door. until he entered and closed it behind him.
you stare at the door closed, sighing.
the next morning, you two are eating breakfast together when he feels your stare.. well, for about five minutes now.
“what is it?” he doesn't look up at you. he just keeps chewing his food, staring at his plate.
“hm?” you blink, coming out of your mind. and then you start eating your food.
“you have been staring at me..” he finally looks up, grinning. now he is the one looking at you.
“no, it's nothing,” you answer as you chew some food. your eyes are fixed on the table, away from his.
“come on, tell me” he insists, looking at you with his shiny eyes. you raise your head, meeting them. and he immediately recognizes that look. “wait a minute.. don't tell me i did something again.”
“yeah, maybe.” he sighed loudly, leaving his fork to the side. “last night, you tried to walk into my room.” he choked on the food he was swallowing, coughing as he reached for the glass of water next to him, making you look at him concerned.
“w-what? you were sleeping?” his ears were red again. you shake your head. and he sighs, a little alleviated.
“no, i wasn't” you started chuckling because of his face. “it's fine, jake.. i have to say it's a little funny.” you confess before chewing a toast.
“i'ts so embarrassing” he whines, dropping his head on his hands, like throwing a tantrum. “what i'm gonna do next?” he says with furrowed eyebrows. eyes fixed on the table, zoning out.
“i fear i have to lock up in your room,” you say, pretending to be serious. you didn't want him to feel this bad, so you try to light the ambiance.
“yeah, that's a good idea.” he nods and looks up at you, totally agreeing with what you just said. his look makes you smile as you get up, grabbing your empty plate.
“you're like an animal or something?” you murmured, making him shake his head.
“i mean no, but i don't wanna bother you” he complains again. meanwhile, you wash your plate as you look at him struggling on the table.
“i'm not gonna lock you down, jake.” he quickly stands up, with a big smile on his lips. something came to his mind.
“then i'm gonna lock me down by myself.”
today is sunday morning, and the sun that is coming from the curtains makes you start blinking as you turn your head to the opposite, waking you up.
and you are about to stretch yourself in bed like you always do, but then you feel something that is stopping you from moving. more specifically a body.
blinking a couple of times, you look behind you. and there, between the white bed sheets, it's jake, completely asleep with his head peacefully resting against the pillow.
you immediately feel the racing of your heart as you gasp. so you turn again to stop looking at his face and notice his arms around your waist, stopping you from moving away. they are holding you like you are his personal teddy bear or something.
so, without waking him up, you try to take off his arms, but his grip is firm around your stomach. and after a few tries, you finally made yourself free from his hands. but when you were about to stand up, he pulled you against his chest again, making you yelp.
this was some habit he has, you thought.
you stay there with your face against the pillow for a couple of seconds. and then, finally, his grip slowly loosens.
“you're awake?” you murmur without moving. you don't want to look at him since you probably have your face completely red.
“hm..” he says and turns around, taking his hands away from you and making himself more comfortable against the pillow.
you sit up next to him and look at his body. he's still sleeping, with his arms now under the pillow.
“you sneaked up into my room while i was sleeping, maybe i should looked you down,” you said, looking at him from the corner of your eyes. he didn't say anything.
after a couple of minutes of complete silence, you get up and go to the bathroom.
and an hour later, while you are making breakfast, you see jake coming with slow steps. standing up next to you with his eyes glued on the floor. his arms stiff on his sides.
“ah, the sleeping beauty,” you grin, cutting some fruit. he stands up closer, finally making you look up at him with a raised brow.
“i sleep in your.. bed.” the murmur that slips out of his lips made you smile.
“yeah? i didn't notice” you answer finally laughing because of his face full of guilt.
“i'm really sorry.. i promise you that i locked my door. i even put two boxes in front.” he talks as he looks at you ashamed. his eyes shine with guilt.
“here.” you extend him a mug with coffee. he blinks, grabbing it in his hand. and with a mid-open mouth, he looks at you confused.
“why you're never mad at me when i do this type of thing?” he asks all of a sudden while you keep doing your thing without looking at him.
“it's not your fault,” you say before biting the inside of your cheek, eyes fixed on the fruit.
“yeah, but anyone would be mad or uncomfortable,” he refutes, searching for your eyes. you don't raise your head. “then why?”
“i don't know..” you walk to the fridge, shrinking. this is starting to make him feel nervous as he follows you with his eyes.
“are you not telling me something?”
you are grabbing some yogurt when you froze for a couple of seconds.
“what? no” you scoff, nervous. he puts the mug on the table, approaching you with slow steps.
“what is it?” his soft tone made you finally look at him.
“i don't mind those kinds of things, okay?” you finally say, letting the yogurt on the fridge again and closing it. jake stays there with a surprised face and a little confused. “that's the reason.”
“what does that mean?” he makes three more steps and is standing right in front of you.
“i don't know. i just like it when you're around me and.. stuff.” a smile starts to grow between his lips, finally understanding what you didn't, or didn't want to.
his smile grows wider as he stares at you, making you swallow.
“i like to be around you, too.” your heart is about to blow out of your chest when you hear him.
“good then.” you nod, avoiding his eyes again.
and now that you noticed you were trapped against the fridge and his frame in front of you.
“you're not good at expressing yourself when you aren't joking, aren't you?” he murmurs and tilts his head. he was almost towering you, making you look up a bit to look at his eyes.
“you realize that just now?” you ask ironically. he shakes his head with a grin.
his sudden confidence made you want to rip the smirk out of his face. you want to push him. you want to run away and hide because you're feeling exposed.
after a couple of seconds in silence, he speaks
“you haven't.. noticed yet?” his voice was sweet, and his eyes soft. you looked at him, waiting. “all this time, i liked you.”
you stare at him in shock. the voice didn't want to come out. then look to the floor, and then back at him, avoiding his eyes.
“we're.. i think we..” you were trying to search for the right words, but your mind was in a trance.
“we..” he moves his head a little lower, closer, making you unconsciously lean back, as you feel your face hot and your heart beating fast.
“i think.. we mutually like each other.” you finally lock eyes with him, and a smile appears again between his lips. from this distance, you can see all his features.
“mhm.” jake slowly nods.
his shiny eyes and big smile mesmerize you. and without thinking about it, you lean over and peck his lips.
he stays there with wide open eyes and mouth, his confidence from seconds ago falters, making you chuckle as you lean back. when he finally hears your laugh, he wraps his arms around you, capturing your arms, and shutting you up.
“that wasn't long enough,” he complains, squeezing your body against his without harming you as you smile.
“it was..” you answer with a chuckle. jake shakes his head in disagreement.
you were kissing your boyfriend when he suddenly leaned back, looking at you through his barely opened eyes.
“do you know that otters hold hands while sleeping so they don’t float away from each other?” he said, catching some air. now you were looking at his face.
“that's kinda sad, actually” your lips were gosthing over his. his eyes looking at yours. dilated pupils staring back. jake swallowed, opening and closing his mouth.
“yeah, maybe i should change my algorithm on tik tok” he said under his breath, hands still on your waist, squeezing gently.
“hm..” slowly nodding and closing your eyes, you approached his mouth, trying to kiss him again, but..
“oh, i have another one..” he started when your lips were about to touch his, “do you know that australia is wider than the moon?”
you open your eyes, scrunching your brows.
“what?” you babble, trying to process his words.
“yeah. cool, right?” he smirks. hands squeezing your sides, moving you closer to him — if that was even possible.
“jake..” your left hand traveled to the back of his neck. he looked back at you with shiny eyes. boyish smile placed between his swallowed lips.
“yeah?”
“can you just kiss me?” you pulled him to you by his neck, and he let you do whatever you wanted.
finally, your mouth crashed with his, kissing him intensely. he put one hand on your back, letting the other on your waist, leaning to you, chasing your lips. your legs squeezed his as you fixed yourself on his lap.
“your tongue..” he rests his forehead on yours, eyes interlocked, making you unconsciously sigh as you stare at him.
“what about it?” you ask, biting your lower lip, suppressing a smile. you wait for him to speak. jake licked his lips before speaking.
“do you know that our tongues have a unique pattern? like our digital prints but on our tongues.” he wide his eyes a little with excitement, same smile on his lips.
and then you lose it, laughing in his face.
“what? why are you laughing?” he frowns, wrapping his arms around your waist. you just shake your head, smiling.
“nothing, i just like you; you and all the things you say.” with your free hand, you take a lock of hair away from his eyes. jake smiles back, giggling.
“well, i like you too; you and your smile.. i like to make you smile.” his nose is touching yours. you can see his eyes curving.
“and i also like it when you kiss m—”
before you could finish, he's kissing you, putting his hand on the back of your head, deepening the kiss.
so when you heard a noise, you grabbed his tie, surprising him, and pulled him to you.
he took his hands out of his pockets as a reflex and startled, coming closer to your frame. his eyes looked down at you full of curiosity and surprise. he heard the noise, of course he did. but either way, your sudden action took him by surprise.
“w-what are you doing?” his voice came out as a whisper, looking into your eyes with panic, making you smile as you stared at his face and red, shiny eyes.
if he could blush, he would be red right now.
his body was almost towering over you, his arms on both sides of his body, closing his fists nervously.
you heard the steps, echoing closer and closer, so you pulled his tie a little more, making him press both hands on the wall on the sides of your head, trapping your body with his.
you tried to focus on the steps, looking to your side. but they ceased abruptly, walking away after some seconds. and you finally breathed out, resting your head against the cold wall.
heeseung's eyes were fixed on your face. and when you slowly looked up, the same panic of before was still in his eyes.
“they almost caught us,” you chuckled, staring at his face. he was with a mid-mouth open, looking down at you. a trembling smirk grew on his lips, breathing out, tho.
“yeah...” slowly nodding, he looked down at your hand still gripping his tie in a fist. and your eyes followed them, noticing it too.
“what? are you nervous?” a malicious smile grew on your face, amused by his reaction. so you pulled it one more time, your noses almost bumping each other's. a small gasp escaped from his lips, raising both brows.
“i'm not.” his tone came out firm, but his widened eyes and the sound of him swallowing betrayed him.
“let's go,” you finally said, chuckling again, as you let him go, starting to walk away, leaving him standing there, with the air still trapped on his throat.
⸺ IN WHICH you don't want him to bring you into tears when you just did your makeup so nice
﹙ 2291 ﹚ racer ! pjs 𖹭 𝒻em. reader — angst situationship illegal racing kissing ℳORE ❜ not proofread
the park jay, the one who was always in fights, the one who had good grades but a bad reputation, that one guy that your friends told you not to get involved with.
yes, your now.. you don't even know what you two are.
you had just arrived at this university when you saw park jay walking with his group of friends on the hallways, and you asked your friends who it was, but the first thing that came out of their mouths was, “don't talk to him.”
but it's seems like fate was testing you by putting jay as your seatmate at one of your subjects.
his warm tone and cute smile made you think that he wasn't like everyone said. the jay who fights with everyone? the rude one? he was the opposite. well, that's what you thought months ago. but oh, he fooled you with his charming smile and kind words. i mean, he was nice and cute with you, but his habits make it all wrong for both of you and the people around.
so now, here you are, on another stupid race that he and his friends are doing like almost every weekend; betting and sometimes fighting with other idiots that do the same thing. and why were you here, in the cold, with his leather jacket over your shoulders and your makeup just done? you don't even know.
“hey, this is the last of the night, okay?” he approached you seconds ago, adjusting his jacket on you, then resting his hands on your arms. and there it was, that damn smile and shiny eyes.
“you told the same thing almost two hours ago, jay” you sighed, adjusting the jacket by yourself on your shoulders, putting away his hands. his smile on his lips trembled for a moment. he didn't want you to be upset with him.
“i told you that you look especially stunning today? i like your makeup.” he surprised you by squeezing you with his arms, trapping both of your arms so you couldn't move or escape from his embrace.
“jay, let go!” you yelp, fighting back a smile.
“stop frowning, babe.. hm? i want you to cheer for me..” he searches for your face because you were hiding on his chest. “after this, we can go wherever you want, all right?” he lifts your face, putting one of his hands on your left cheek and staring at you, waiting for your response.
by looking straight into his eyes, you couldn't hide the smile that grows on your lips.
“fine..” you roll your eyes. he giggles now, kissing your other cheek. making you sigh one more time.
“hey, jay! it's time!” one of his friends, jake, appears behind one of the cars that were parked there. jay turns his head to the side to look at him and nods.
“okay, baby, i'll be right back. you better cheer for me,” he smiles again.
but before he leaves, he grabs one side of your face, planting a kiss on your forehead, making you close your eyes for a few instants.
“wish me luck!”
you see him rush through the crowd of people who are now cheering and screaming.
everybody knows and likes jay, but not everyone really cares about him.
you didn't like this type of thing because you were afraid, afraid that something would happen to him.
when you reach the front of the crowd, you see him getting into his black car, not without first giving you a bright smile when he finds you in the middle of the people. you try to smile back at him, but you still feel nervous about all this. your heart starts to beat inside your chest.
the girls by your side are cheering for jay and waving at him, but he is still looking at you when he is inside his car. the only thing you can do now is give him one last smile before he focuses on the street with his hands on the steering wheel.
a tall girl with long black hair stood up in the middle of the cars, looking at them with a white flag in his left hand. and when you listen to the "go," your heartbeat increases.
in just seconds, you see the cars fade out in the corner of the street, and then the people start moving. but you just stay there, exhaling through your nose.
you start to feel more uncomfortable and anxious. the loud voices and the motors of the cars, the screams of the people.
even if you have been here a couple of times, this feels strange. not comfortable. it makes your heart race, your palms sweat, and your stomach ache. you thought that you would feel different from last time, but it's always the same feeling.
sighing again, you try to get away from the people around, going to some place more calm, but still close to the street. so you sat on the first plane surface that you found, looking at the parked cars and then at the street.
and minutes later, that you felt like an eternity, you finally see jay's car far away, with a blue car that was coming right behind him at full speed.
jay was about to reach the goal, when in one moment to another, you heard a squeak coming from the wheels, and then his car started to spin along the street. it looked like he lost control.
your legs tremble when you quickly stand up from your seat, trying to follow the car with your eyes.
you run, making your way through the loud crowd, that now where gasping and talking about what just happened. your eyes tried to find jay's car, but when you thought that you could see him, you heard another weird weels sound, and the people started to cheer again, cheering his name.
your heart couldn't stop the beating fast when you reached the front. and then is when you finally see how he comes out of his car with a smile full of pride, like nothing happened. everyone makes their way to him, congratulating him and patting his shoulder. he just smiles and nods to the people who talk to him.
you don't know what to think or do, just the feeling of worry in your stomach, like emptiness.
some instants later, jay's eyes meet yours. then he waves with his left hand, but his face changes when he sees yours. letting the people behind, he starts walking to you, and when he finally is in front of you, he slowly takes your hand between his, stroking it with his thumb.
“hey, what's wrong? you're not gonna to congratulate me?” this time, his playful tone is not answered with your smile, as usual.
you were still processing that he almost.. crashed. and he's here acting like nothing happened.
this wasn't happened before, although you came to see him just a couple of times. but seeing his car drift uncontrolled and imagining what could happen.. this was the worst thing that you ever felt. and you know that this happens often, but it was your first time seeing it. and just the memory of the car spinning just minutes ago..
“what the fuck jay?” his smile dropped when he heard your tone and how your furrowing your brows. “what the actual fuck was that? you almost crashed, and you want me to pretend what just happened and ignore it?”
he looked at you with a mid-open mouth as his finger stopped moving. you have never talked to him like this. you never talked like this to each other, so it surprised him.
after not hearing a response from him, you sighed, starting to walk away, leaving him and the noise behind you. but he reacted quickly, rushing behind you. catching your hand one more time, once you were far away from the multitude.
“why are you making a big deal about that? i'm fine, i didn't die or something.” now he has a serious face, almost mad about your words, but still holds your hand with care.
“are you kidding me? you lost control of your car, jay” you say exasperated, now looking at the car that was still in the middle of the street next to his friends. then you turn your eyes back to him, staring at him. your throat started to hurt. that knot again.
“and you're lip is broken!” you gasped, now noticing the blood in the corner of his mouth.
“it's nothing,” he murmured, passing his finger over the wound, wiping it off. and then looking at your face again. “i'm fine, okay? you don't have to worry,” he breathed out, shaking his head.
you almost laugh in his face, but not in a funny way. was he talking seriously?
“how can you say that to me? i care about you. don't be ridiculous, jay. stop treating things like they are nothing! that was fucking serious” your tone is more and more low. the words are starting to be more difficult to say because of the bothersome pain in your throat.
“why you even care?” his brows furrowed too, his expression almost frustrated. you sigh, staring at him.
“don't make me say it, jay. i can't do this” his arms fall to the sides of his body. by now, you are looking at the floor, so he takes your shoulders with both hands, lowering himself to your level. his look is different, more calm. caring.
“what is it?” he tries one more time to search for your face. “baby, why are you crying?” now he is worried, cupping your face with both hands, bringing you closer to him.
you didn't even notice when the tears started to come out. you didn't want to cry.
“i was scared. i know that is your life, and you can do whatever you want, but that was dangerous, and i know that you know that. and i know we aren't in a relationship, but i still care about you. but i don't know if i still can keep doing this. so please—” all he could do was listen to you, staring at your face with preoccupied eyes as he kept caressing your cheeks and wiping away your tears with his thumbs. his heart aches seeing you like this. you never cried in front of him before. you didn't even ever say anything to him to make him worry.
“this was the last time.”
“what?” you finally look at his face, with your confused eyes. he slowly nods, keeping eye contact.
“i won't gonna do this again, i promise. because you're important to me, and i don't want you to worry you again like this or see you cry because of me.” his gentle and warm low voice makes you calm yourself as you breathe out. his hands still are on your cheeks, caressing them at every word. meanwhile, his eyes are glued to yours.
“and also because i like you. no.. i love you. i love you so much that you don't have an idea. and what i did was stupid, so it won't happen again. would you give me one last chance?” his final confession made your heart start to race again, but this time with a different feeling, looking at him a little surprised.
“so.. this is your way of asking me to be your girlfriend?” you tilt your head a little, fighting against the smile that wanted to come out. jay nods repeatedly with shiny eyes, smiling.
“yeah, would you let me be your boyfriend?”
“yes..” the smile on his face appeared in an instant. his arms wrapped around you again, squeezing you against his body like he did before. “but.. are you sure about quitting this?” your voice came out in a whisper, as his left hand caressed your back.
“of course i am.. either way, i thought about quitting a while ago, but i don't know why i didn't before..” you hummed, nodding against him, as your arms embraced his waist. but then he leans back a little, making you do the same. your eyes interlocking with his one more time.
“i love you so much,” he smiles after a couple of seconds looking at your face. and you feel how your face becomes hotter.
jay leans a little, starting to kiss your face. your cheeks, your cheekbones, your nose, and your forehead. his gives you tickles in the process, making you smile.
“but..” your serious tone made him freeze and look at you, waiting for your words. “you ruined my makeup, jay.” you complain, half seriou-half joking. he starts chuckling, sighing with relief.
“i'm sorry, baby, i'm sorry. i won't do it again. i promise,” grabbing your face with one hand, he finally kisses your lips. and this kiss felt so much different from the others, like.. full of happiness.
“but you look cute, tho.”
“it's not funny,” you try to wipe with your fingers the ruined mascara under your eyes. but he quickly took your wrist between his fingers, shaking his head.
you look at him, and he keeps smiling at you, still closer to your face.
“you're going to hurt your eyes like that. i have some napkins on the car..” his words made you sigh through your nose, smiling back at him.
“all right. but you promised me that we could go wherever i want when you finish, so..”
he pecks your lips again, then he stands up straight, fixing his jacket over your shoulders as he did earlier.
“let's go. you just tell me where.”
and with intertwined hands, he started to walk with you to his car.
your jaw almost fell to the floor when your boyfriend came into your apartment wearing a compression black shirt.
you never saw him wearing something like that before, and you never thought about it. until now. because you were used to his big shirts and hoodies, so seeing him wearing this was.. new.
right now, you are supposed to be watching a movie, sitting side by side on the couch, but you are barely paying attention since you're looking at your boyfriend from the corner of your eye every five minutes.
“you have been looking at me like that since i got here..” his voice surprised you a little as you raised your eyes to his face. dark eyes staring back at you with a raised brow as the corner of his mouth raised a bit.
“looking like what?” you scoffed, looking away from his eyes, pretending to not know what he was talking about. making jake smile bigger as he leaned in your direction. his face close to yours.
“you tell me,” he chuckled in your ear as he kept leaning. you fought back a smile, trying to push him with your shoulder.
“i don't know what you are talking about. i'm watching the movie.” now you feel his arm slowly resting over your shoulders as he rubs his nose on your cheek affectionately.
“liar. you don't even know what's going on on the tv,” he murmured, and his free hand placed on your side, embracing you. now you were trapped between his arms.
you slowly turn your head in his direction, both of your noses almost bumping with each other's. his eyes were looking at you with a glow of playfulness.
“i was looking at your shirt. happy?” you said, raising both brows, making him smile. “it's just new. i never saw you wearing something like that before.”
“oh, so you like it.”
after some seconds, you nod, rolling your eyes because of his sudden attitude, making him grin.
“yeah..”
now you leaned in his direction, surprising him a little as you put one hand on his bicep, grabbing it. he glanced at your hand and then looked at you again.
“you should use it more often.” finally, you give him a peck on the lips, surprising him.
but before he could react, you leaned back, looking back at the tv to keep watching the movie. just to let him there, mouth wide open, and furrowed brows.
“that wasn't even a kiss!” he scoffed before pulling you by your shoulders, colliding his lips with yours, shutting your laugh.
Could you do Niki fiction when he saw you crying and he start crying to while comforting you because he got emotional.
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﹙677﹚ bf ! nr 𖹭 𝒻em. reader — fluff angst established relationship skinship ℳORE ❜
you entered the apartment, closing the door with your right foot. riki heard you, peeking out from the couch in your direction, immediately noticing your long face.
you walked sighing, throwing your bag into some chair before taking your jacket off and leaving it there, too.
“hi, babe” he smiled at you, as you walked in his direction. thin line between your lips, although you thought that you were smiling.
riki began to worry because of your behavior, knowing that something was off. so he just opened his arms in your direction, inviting you into a hug, like he always does.
“hey, ki” right after that, you threw yourself on top of him, wrapping your arms around his waist. niki fell on his back on the couch, also hugging your waist with furrowed brows.
“you okay?” his voice came out in a calm tone, but he was worried. you sighed, squeezing him in your embrace as you shook your head. his left hand traveled to your back, starting to stroke it.
“just work stuff..” you murmured on his chest. he looked at you, just staring at your hair. he wanted to see your face.
“you can tell me if you want,” he said, making you weakly smile.
“it's just my boss. he yelled at me in front of everyone. it was so stupid. he yelled just for such a stupid thing.” you started, your voice began to tremble in the last words. he noticed.
“it was so embarrassing, niki. the faces of my coworkers, the stares, the whispers. it makes me feel awful..” and then you started crying. your body started shaking because of your sobs against his chest.
niki scrunched his brows again, his heart beating fast against his ribs. he hated to see or hear you cry. his heart shattered every time that happened. even if you cried for a stupid movie or a random thing you read on the internet, he hated it. even more, if someone in specific was the culprit.
“it's okay, baby. it wasn't your fault.” his hand stroked your back again and again. jaw clenching as he held you with care. then he started to feel his vision blurring.
“it's.. so stressful.. he did it before, and it's so tiring. i hate it.” your sobs started to be a little bit loud, squeezing him with your arms and hands. his shirt was soaked by this point.
niki felt a tear down his cheek. he blinked to clear his vision.
“i'm gonna hit him for making you cry his way,” he said after some seconds. his voice came out strange, shaking. so you raised your head, finally meeting his eyes.
“why are you crying?” you spoke, putting one of your hands on his cheek, whipping off the tears. he looked devastated and angry. it surprised you a little.
“because i hate to see you cry” his eyes were watering, and his nose was a little bit red. a pout on his lips. even if you were still crying, you couldn't help but smile a little because of his reaction.
“i don't like to see you cry either..” you murmured, sorbing your nose. he raised his hand, whining off his tears as he closed his eyes.
“i want to hit him. look at your face.. my pretty girlfriend.” now, his two hands placed on your cheeks, whipping your tears too.
this time, you chuckled a bit, shaking your head.
“you don't hit people, babe..” you said, smiling as you looked at his eyes. they were a bit red. you caressed his cheek with your finger, coming closer to his face. “i love you.”
he blinked. your sudden words surprised him a bit, but then he just smiled, exhaling through his nose.
“and i love too.” he finally said, leaning to kiss you softly, still worried but a little bit happy to make you smile. but then he leaned back, looking at you. “but if this happens again, i'm seriously going to talk to him.”
you shook your head, smiling, and hugging him again.
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