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𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 : 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘵!𝘯𝘪𝘬𝘪 𝘹 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘤𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

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your vision transitions between focus and distortion as your eyes follow the moving world outside your window. your arms rested around your torso, holding the sweater over your shoulders as you swayed lightly with the movement off the car. you could feel the motion in your head, and any slight movement of your eyes followed in a trail of tunnel vision, your brain choosing to ignore your peripheral. you weren’t drunk, but the alcohol was clearly still in your system.

the light of your phone lit the darkness of the space in your lap, your head turning down to see the notification. you notice heeseung in the corner of your eye, glancing down as well as his vision flickers back and fourth between you and the road. you’ve been driving in silence. not awkward silence, but a silence that felt more guilty.

nishi

y/n

i’m sorru ok

i didnf sleep w hwr

coulndt do it

you close your eyes as you let out a deep exhale, feeling your cell phone vibrate over and over on your thighs as riki continues to message you.

nishi

ok i tried

but i couldmt

it wssnt the samw

i usuallt get back into shjt w her so well

but it felt weird

she csnt do it like u pretty gkrl

i cant nut whrn itd not u

call me

gna come bsck n pick u up wanna go w u

you take your phone in your hand, bringing it near your face. you turn your body slightly as you avoid heeseung reading your messages, and quickly text riki back.

no. ur drunk. don’t drive

just stay home riki

nishi

no stop

wsnna b w u

as you leave the message on read, you quickly slide your phone across your screen, switching between apps. you open your findmy, checking everyone’s location, including riki’s who happened to be standing in the parking lot of his building. you roll your eyes and select the personal options, switching your location off for all contacts just for the night.

“niki?” heeseung asks, finally breaking the silence between you. you nod as you turn your phone back over into your lap. “he wanted to drive back to the party and go get me but, he’s so drunk and i’m already here.” you say. heeseung rolls his eyes and sucks his teeth. “and he thinks he can just step on your like that? after she ditched you for his ex girlfriend?” he asks. “i don’t know. he’s off a xanax.” you say. “xans?? what’s gotten into that kid..” heeseung shakes his head.

“i don’t know. he was rambling about how he couldn’t get off tryna fuck daniela and that he wanted to be with me. he was typing like a moron. i shut off my location so he won’t try to drive like this.” you say. the car slows its speed to a completely stop as the bright red glare reflects on yours and heeseung’s faces. “was that because you didn’t want him driving? or because you didn’t want him to see you with me?” he asks, turning his head to face you.

you swallowed awkwardly, holding the eye contact, but responding to him in silence. as the light flashes green, heeseung finds his attention on the road again, the guilty silence settling back in. you stay silent for a bit, your vision slowly clearing up as you feel your consciousness sober past your tipsy state, hearing heeseung speak again. “you don’t need to feel guilty for being here with me y/n. what he did was awful. it’s in his nature, but that doesn’t make it any less bad. hanging out with your friend when you’re sad isn’t a sin and niki can’t send you to hell.”

you keep your head still, eyes pushing your gaze back to heeseung as the car pulls into the driveway. “i know. it’s just not in my nature to do to people what they do to me, you know? the food was nice and the invite was even nicer. i know you’re just trying to be a good friend. i also know i wouldn’t be able to live with myself if i was the reason your friendship was ruined.” you say. “it won’t ruin my friendship with him. and besides, it’s not like i brought you hear to fuck or anything. if i’m honest i brought you here to prove to you that i’m the all champion of mario kart, i’ve never lost a day in my life.” heeseung smirks a devious smile, his eyebrows at a cocky raise as he speaks.

“careful, i main petey piranha and we play to win.” you tease. “oh please, rosalina has never let me down.” heeseung laughs.

an hour passes, you sat in heeseung’s bed cozy in his pajamas with the bowl of chips between you, and the 12 rounds of speeding through animated highways over and over again after the amount you had to drink at the party should truly be considered a dui for the both of you.

“what the fuck?!” heeseung complains, watching the piranha plant on your half of the screen pass the finish line yet again before his beloved rosalina could even get near. “WOO HOO!” you cheer, throwing your arms in the air before standing and jumping on the bed. “take that mr. never loses! you just lost 12 times, in a row!” you laugh, dropping down into your seat again and leaning back against the pillows and headboard. “oh whatever, i let you win.” hearing rolls his eyes playfully. “liar liar, plants for hire. get it? because i won as a piranha plant!” you joke, leaning closer and laying your head on his shoulder, attempting to rub salt on the burning wound of his loss.

“okay asshole, we get it.” he smiles, his head turned downward to face you, as his arm snakes itself over your shoulder so smoothly, you almost don’t notice-and even when you do you notice, you can’t find it in your heart to mind.

you eventually find yourself in heeseung’s kitchen, doing his dishes as he eats the dry cereal from the box, leaning against the fridge. “you’ve never seen let it shine? that’s such a disney classic though!” you say. “i was a nickelodeon kid. i really loved lemonade mouth though.” heeseung shrugs. “oh i can’t blame you, lemonade mouth is my absolute favorite disney movie right on the cusp of pocahontas, but i feel like the animations can’t be compared to the dcoms.” you nod. “i haven’t seen as many dcoms, but i promise you i’ve touched every nickelodeon show and movie on the planet. good burger, the spongebob movie, a fairly odd movie, drake and josh, splitting adam, the list goes on, but my personal favorite-“ heeseung speaks, before you cut him off.

“wait! let me guess.” you say. “shoot.” he nods. you pause for a second, squinting your eyes and smiling. “rags?” you question. “holy shit, you’re hooping for the stars!” he laughs. “that’s right?!” you squeak. “yeah it is, rags has always been my personal favorite. second and third are anything fred and swindle.” he nods. “oh i loved swindle as a kid. i was also huge on big time rush.” you say. “you sound like more of a nick kid than a disney kid right now.” heeseung teases. “i had my fair share of both!” you say, your defense being a clear laugh. “i still do. sometimes i put the old shows and movies on as background noise when i’m busy. it’s keep me

close with my inner child.” you say.

“i really respect that. being an adult is so scary a lot of the time. most days i feel just wanna be a kid again, and keeping in touch with the child-like wonder still left in me heals that fear sometimes.” he nods. “exactly. when i was little, i think my biggest fear was being an adult. i’m not gonna lie, i get pretty lost some days.” you say. “life was easier when we were small. if i could be a kid forever, i would.” heeseung nods.

“imagine how much fun we would’ve had as kids? i mean, we have so much in common now as adults. and i didn’t think for a second i’d ever be so similar to you.” you say. “we would’ve given our families hell.” heeseung laughs. “i didn’t have many friends as as kid, i think i would’ve appreciated your company growing up. no no, i know i would. and i know because i appreciate it now.” he says, a small smile on his face.

as the time passes on and on, you find yourself wrapped up in the warm blanket, laying close to heeseung. his arm rested on your back, rubbing small circles with his hand right in the center of your spine. your legs tangled in his a bit as you both laid against the pillows sitting up upon the head board. as you inched closer and closer to one another, you find your head slipping from his shoulder, nearing his collarbone and chest.

“okay, but, why a ranch in the middle of nowhere florida?” you ask, carrying the conversation of your futures. “do you not have any dreams for a career?”

heeseung shakes his head. “honestly y/n, it’s never been something i was concerned with. as long as money came in, i never cared about how.” he said. “i was the same way for a while, but then i started to get concerned i wouldn’t make anything of myself as i got older. i want to leave my mark on this earth somehow. i don’t wanna just get by anymore, i want to succeed and be remembered past death. how are you so calm with the idea of not leaving a mark on the earth?” you ask.

“i’ll leave my mark on this earth, it’s just going to be different from how you do it. you’re gonna go into the beauty industry and start a great business and be a big ceo with an awesome product that’s gonna sell out every sephora on the planet. you’re taking the long route to success, the one that’s going to pay off differently in the long run. the hard work is going to pay off exactly how you want. i’d just rather go the easy way to get where i wanna be.” heeseung says. “and that way is…?” you question.

“when i’m sitting in my kitchen early in the morning in 20-25 years, and my beautiful baby girl comes out of her room to show me whatever school project she worked on the night before, i’ll know i made it.” heeseung smiles. “i know people say it’s bad, but i have dreamed of nothing more than to have a family. i’ve wanted nothing more in my life but to find the gorgeous woman that i would love for the rest of my life, the woman i could hold and cherish and take care of every single day. i want to find my wife, so i can have my family the way i want it. so i can have the daughter i’ve always dreamed of. my vision of success will be having my loving wife, in a stable home, which our amazing daughter who’s going to do amazing things.”

“i haven’t really thought it like that.” you mumble, looking away from him for a moment in silence before speaking again. “okay, but what if you have a boy?” you continue on to ask. “well then i’ll make sure he’s the strongest gentlemen i could create and imagine. i would want him to be brave and powerful, but still respectful and vulnerable. i’d raise him to be a real man, and deal with whatever cards god deals me.” heeseung nods. “and if your wife doesn’t want to live a calm home-y life?” you asked. “i’m willing to negotiate. i mean, if my wife wants to start a music career i’m sure i can find a nice little house in the middle of nowhere los angeles large enough to have my ranch with my horses and chickens. fuck it, i’ll build her an at-home studio so she can still record comfortably on days she doesn’t wanna go into town.” heeseung laughs.

you look down at your hands, scanning the creases on your palms as you try to find the right words to answer him. “your needs are so sweet and simple. it’s hard to understand how you haven’t managed to find what you’re looking for yet.” you frown. “it’s because i haven’t gotten my life together. selling drugs and saving dirty money. until it’s enough to get out of this dirty box of an apartment, i won’t be lucky enough to find my girl.” he says. “who knows hee, the woman who’s going to love you for the rest of your life is going to see you no matter what state your in and love you anyway. who’s to say she won’t find you while you’re still in the bronx and won’t choose to love you anyway?” you start. “i mean sure, the chances are low but never zero, i just think-“ heeseung starts, the shift of your body sitting to face him startling him.

“i think nothing. you’re a really sweet boy with a really good heart. any girl with the chance to be near you in that way is so beyond lucky. i mean, look at us now. you saw me on a curb crying and decide to spend your time with me because you’re a gentlemen. boys aren’t kind anymore, and any girl that doesn’t see how kind you are, and what you have to offer solely because of your financial position is so full of shit.” you say.

heeseung’s eyebrows raise a bit as you speak, a small gasp of air swiftly making its way to his lungs through his nose, his eyes glued to yours through your ramble of reassurance. “you really think all that y/n?” he murmurs, his tone gentle and shy, low enough to show the sensitivity to the topic. he was unsure how to feel. he was unsure how to respond. reassurance was the unspoken rule, something he always needed but never knew how to ask for it or take it when handed to him. he was just a deer in headlights, stuck to you, drawn to you, horrified of you, but somehow unable to just let go and run off.

“of course i do heeseung, especially after tonight. i’ve always had this agenda in my head that you were a nice guy, but you proved it to me today, you really outdid yourself and i didn’t even have to ask. you didn’t have to invite me here and hang out with me so late, and you still did because you knew i was sad. you’re a great friend, i can’t imagine how amazing of a husband you’ll be.” you nod and smile.

heeseung’s expression of shock and awe stood in its place, his heart unsure of where to sit itself in the moment. “i want to see you again. and have conversations like this more often.” he blurts out, breaking the silence. you let out a giggle and lay yourself next to him again, your head right under the crook of his neck. his arms fall back into place on your torso, making sure to hold you lovingly, but still avoiding deep intimacy and keeping boundaries. “you have my number. all you have to do is call.” you say.

the next morning, you feel your eyelids flutter open to the sunlight shining in through the window. you look around the room, seeing the familiar setting. stained off white walls, the closet with the missing door, the strong odor of marijuana linger as it always did, the tv ahead of you on the dresser still on playing an episode of spongebob squarepants.

you turned your gaze to the left side of the bed, seeing heeseung sound asleep. the small breaths leaving his noise with a gentle sound, his head turned toward you as he laid flat on his back. his legs sprawled out comfortably, his right hand resting on his stomach and the left arm snugly tucked under your body as his hand held your back. you laid on your side facing him, not too closely, but close enough to rest your head on his shoulders.

immediately, you sit up in place. you look around the room with worried eyes, scanning for anything you could’ve possibly left laying around before quickly changing back into your clothes from the party-leaving the garments heeseung allowed you to borrow on the floor. the feeling settled in immediately. the guilt in your chest. the shame in your stomach. it hit you like a bus, the rough feeling of knowing you slept in another man’s bed while still giving riki your body.

as soon as you gather everything you could’ve possibly brought back with you, you look back at the mattress you once laid upon. heeseung still sound asleep, not shift or moving, as if you absence didn’t effect him, or at least, you hoped it wouldn’t. you hated the thought of possibly giving him the wrong idea. you watch him for a second as he sleeps peacefully, before sighing and going straight out the front door.

it’s a quick walk from heeseung’s to the subway station. sure, you could’ve called a taxi back to your house, but it would save money to just take the long ride around the bronx and use your subway card. it was definitely a bit more dangerous and incriminating, but that wasn’t a thought that crossed your mind right now. in the moment, the only thing on your mind was how pissed of riki would be if he found out where you spent your night.

a part of you knows you have no reason to sit with such a sickening guilty feeling. you know he had sex with daniela last night. or at least, he tried. he did you wrongly. technically, you’ve done nothing wrong. you spent the night at a friend’s house.

a male friend.

and you slept in his bed.

and bonded over your dreams and aspirations.

and cuddled up to one another.

and he wasn’t even your friend on initiative. he was riki’s friend.

he was a friend you made through riki and sunghoon.

and you knew riki would be angry. if he ever caught word of this, he would turn all of new york city upside down to stand on its head and set it on fire.

it was only a matter of time before it got back to him, and when it did, his skin would start to split as his figure grew in size, the scaly green flesh below his his flesh’s slowly revealing itself. his eyes would flush a bright yellow color with a deep black center, as his teeth forced into a painful sharpness in his mouth. the ground would shake and begin to split, cracking and dropping into the pits and craters created by his fury.

you knew riki would be angry. and when riki gets angry, he’s no longer the boy you know. he’s the full fledged version of the devil, the ferocious animalistic reptile-beast that was rikizilla

but none of that should matter. you’re not together, he doesn’t claim you and he showed you who he was last night. you needed to stop feeling so sick over all of it. it wasn’t worth the stress.

as you fled down the stairs of the subway to wait for your train, you scan the space for an empty bench seat. your own options are a spot next to a tired, angry mother with three loud children, including a crying baby, and a space between a man and woman, clearly off a bean or two. for the hell of your safety, you take your chances in the seat next to the mother. you’d just have to hope she or her children didn’t try to speak with you.

you take your seat as anticipated, feeling the frantic feeling in your chest finally start to relax a bit as you wait for your train to come. you just had to make it home as soon as you can being the likes of the subway, avoid everyone possible, and turn your location back on before riki can notice. knowing the long night he sounded like he had, you likely wouldn’t have to worry about him checking for a while. it was 8am on new year’s day. the chances of him fleeing his choice of sex for the night so soon were extremely slim-but never zero.

within seconds, you feel your phone vibrate. assuming it would be one unimportant notification, you don’t bother to reach into your purse for it. reaching into your purse at the subway was never a good idea, especially not being dressed the way you were. but then it vibrates again. and again. and again.

heeseungiee

hey

why did you leave?

how are you getting home?

wake me up next time, i’ll drop you off

well, if you want there to be a next time

just text me when you’re home safe please

within moments, your heart sank again. you’re no longer worried about the firing flames of rikizilla, but now because you left heeseung hanging entirely out of fear of giving him the wrong idea.

you choose to ignore the messages, swiping away the notifications, and sitting with your suddenly sober thoughts for a little bit before your train finally arrived.

the hour long ride home was truly insufferable. if there was anything you wanted, it was to go home, tell heeseung you were home safe, and turning your location back on without anyone possibly noticing it was off. but of course, it wasn’t that easy. it would never be that easy.

hoonie hoon

location on.

right now.

oh of course. of course he’d be here now.

🫩 can u please relax

i’m going home

i’ll turn it on as soon as i’m home

hoonie hoon

absolutely not. it goes on now.

i need to be sure of your safety.

where is riki?

hoonie hoon

i haven’t seen him since last night. he left an hour after he brought daniela back.

no, daniela isn’t here. she left a little while after he did.

not my concern rn

is there any way u can ensure me he won’t see my lo off?

hoonie hoon

i don’t know.

i haven’t spoken to him.

i assumed he was back on his antics.

so my lo will go back on as soon as i get back home

i promise i’m safe

i’ll send an sos if i need u

if he asks u abt my lo being off, u know nothing

hoonie hoon

???? okay?

where did you go last night?

i’ll tell u

hoonie hoon

when?

you stare at the message for a moment, your body swaying with the push and pull of the train as you watch your phone screen.

eventually

talk later

as you send the last text message, you turn your phone off and slip your phone back into your purse over your shoulder, feeling it vibrate over and over. you choose to ignore the incoming messages, closing your eyes and holding the ill feeling in your stomach to yourself until you were home.

you finally arrive home at your door, your wrist turning the lock to see the lock being fully vacant. you furrow your eyebrows in confusion-you were sure you locked the door last night?

upon entering your house, you notice the state of your home. it’s exactly as you left it-except the tv is playing, there’s an open box of cereal on the table, the milk is out in the counter, a bowl sits in the sink, and worst of all, a human like figure sound asleep in your bed.

“oh hell no.” you complain aloud, slamming the door behind you and rushing forward to your bed. “get up! get the hell up! you don’t get to fuck your ex girlfriend and then come sleep in my fucking bed after! fuck you!” you shout, slamming you hands on his available side and shaking his body vigorously. he wakes up with a groan, gently slapping at your arms and pushing you away from him. “the fuck? what the fuck is up with you?!” he starts. “you know what’s wrong with me! you fucked that other bitch! you kissed her right in front of me and told me to find my own ride! you piece of shit!” you call back.

he sucks his teeth as he sits up in the bed, his squinted eyes with sleepiness as he looks at your with an irritated expression. “you’re fucking wildin’ yo, i’m tryna sleep man.” he says, rubbing his eyes.

“i don’t care! i don’t give a fuck! you’re in my house! sleeping in my fucking bed after you fucked that bitch!” you yell. “well i came back here did i not?!” riki speaks, standing from the bed. you step back a bit, giving him room to move as you being close to him gives you a sudden ick. “that’s the problem! you fucking came back here after you had your entire dick inside of another woman!”

“i didn’t fuck her raw?!” riki argues, sliding his shirt onto his body and shrugging. “that shit doesn’t matter riki! i come home and you’re in my fucking bad! how the fuck did you even get into my house?!” you shout. “i’m a criminal. i pick locks idiot.” he rolls his eyes. “and you should be glad i came back, i could’ve stayed with her at my crib.”

“oh sure, you were definitely staying with her after you drunk texted me about how she didn’t fuck you the way i do!” you snark, crossing your arms. “the real fucking question is where on gods green earth were you? i get here and you’re not here, AND your location was off. where the fuck did you go last night?” riki questions, attempting to turn the conversation around.

“absolutely not, you are NOT going to turn this around on me, you disrespected me to my face and expect me to tell you where i went last night?! that’s not how this works fuck face, where i went was not your concern nor business! you’re in my house, i’m asking the questions today! and i wanna know, who the fuck you think you are treating me how you want?!” you shout.

riki goes silent for a second, his gaze trailing around the room. “man, i’m not fighting with you. you don’t wanna tell me where the fuck you was at, fine, but don’t try to act like i’m the asshole when i realized i didn’t want her and tried to come back home to you.” he says, grabbing his bag off the floor and heading toward the front door.

you chase him a bit and grab him by his arm, snatching his back from over his shoulder and throwing it on the bed before pulling back toward you. “don’t fucking walk away from me when i’m talking to you! you think i’m just another one of your little bitches and that you can treat me how you want, but that’s not how i run shit around here!” you start.

riki lets out an irritated sigh as he turns to face you slowly. “so then what the fuck do you want from me?! tell me, what fucking is it that you want?! you get mad at everything!” he shouts.

“i do not get mad at everything! you disrespected me in my face, you fucked another bitch and left me in the cold snow on my own to figure out how i was going to get home, and when i do get home the next day you’re not only questioning where i was like you have a right to ask and sleep in my bed like you weren’t with another bitch! you call my home yours like if you weren’t having sex with your ex girlfriend just a few hours ago! what the fuck is your problem!” you speak, inching closer to him fearlessly, willingly getting into his face.

“it’s you! you’re my problem, you fucking showed up and fucked up everything! i don’t even know what to do with myself now because of you!” he yells, his face so close to yours you can feel his breath on your face.

“well if that’s how you feel, you can get the fuck out.” you say, your voice suddenly calm and restraint, holding no mercy but still pulling you back to your composure. “i should’ve just let you leave when you tried.”

you swerve past him quickly, him following you toward the kitchen counter. you move with swiftness and anger, packing up the box of cereal he left lying around and putting the carton of milk back in the fridge.

“no, can you chill? can you just chill for five minutes and let me explain myself.” riki starts, his hand snaking to your back and he stands behind you. “no, get out. you wanted to leave right? now you can leave, and you can stop touching me too.” you say, pushing him away from you by his chest.

you make your way to the sink, riki still following you like a lost puppy. “c’mon y/n, you knew i wasn’t going to leave-“ he starts. “well you should riki.” you continue, washing the bowl in the sink. “there’s no point, we’re just gonna keep arguing if we don’t figure this shit out now.” riki says. “and what is figuring it out going to do, riki? tell me. fuck it, tell me. give me exact details on what figuring this out is going to do. you showed me exactly who you are, i can’t wait to see exactly what you think your explanation is! why do you suddenly care to figure this shit the fuck out?” you snark, turning your back against the sink as you speak.

riki takes a step back and huffs deeply, his hand running over his face from his forehead to his chin as he looks away for a moment before finally making eye contact again and speaking.

“because i’m in love with you.”

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𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴 💭 : well my people. it be that time of the week. sorry it’s so short i was rushing to get it out :’) i know it’s been more than a week since i posted last. idk where i’m going w the schedule at this point. just know i’m trying and if ur keeping up still ily 🥲🥲🥲

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