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A little surprise for you all 👀
Co-parenting with your ex-boyfriend, Lee Heeseung.
Coming tmr.
“Crown of silence.”
Synopsis:
At an elite university where reputation is everything, one reckless dare pulls Y/N and Heeseung—former lovers with a history neither of them admits—back into each other’s orbit. When a private mistake turns into a public scandal, the fragile balance of power, status, and silence begins to collapse, exposing secrets the elite world was never meant to see.
Disclaimer:
This story is a work of fiction. It explores fictional elite settings, relationships, and conflicts. It does not represent real individuals or real-life events. Do not translate it, modify it, or repost it without my permission. Feedbacks are always appreciated and the requests are opened.
Trailer — Masterlist — Part 3
Let’s dive into the story:
Your gaze snapped toward Minjae.
Everyone knew that when Minjae showed up like this, it meant something was about to go wrong.
Or worse—
it already had, before anyone even had the chance to stop it.
Sunghoon and Jay, who had been speaking moments ago, fell silent almost instantly.
Heeseung’s jaw tightened.
The muscle in his face flexed as he clenched it harder, as if holding something back.
Chaewon, who had been leaning back against the couch, slowly straightened up.
Jake leaned forward instead, interest sharpening in his eyes.
Wonyoung tilted her head slightly, confusion flickering across her expression.
Sunoo was the first to move—walking toward Minjae to see what he wanted them all to see.
Jungwon’s gaze followed Sunoo for a second, but he didn’t say anything.
Ni-ki stepped forward too, stopping right beside Sunoo.
Sunoo reached Minjae first.
He stopped directly in front of him and took the phone from his hand.
Ni-ki placed a hand on Sunoo’s shoulder and leaned in slightly to look at the screen as well.
A brief silence followed.
Then—
both of their eyes widened.
A clip.
Heeseung and you.
At your Jeju Island house.
A clip that should have never existed outside those private walls.
A clip that should have remained buried in the past.
In the video, it was both of you together.
And in that same moment, Yunjin’s phone suddenly vibrated.
A message from an unknown sender.
Almost immediately after—
Jay’s phone buzzed too.
His eyebrows furrowed as he glanced down at the screen.
Yunjin looked at hers at the exact same time, confusion tightening her expression.
For a brief second, the two of them exchanged a silent, knowing glance.
—
It was a clip sent by an unidentified person.
A clip of Heeseung and Y/N.
The same clip sent to Minjae.
Jay immediately covered his mouth in shock and turned off his phone.
Yunjin looked away from the screen.
She didn’t know what she was supposed to do.
Who was this person?
Why were they sending such a personal moment between Heeseung and Y/N to the three of them?
Did this person send it to anyone else too?
Or just them?
Did they want some kind of revenge…?
But why from Y/N and Heeseung?
Various questions arose in their minds—
but there was no one to answer them.
You stood up.
Your legs felt strangely weak beneath you.
You walked toward Yunjin and took the phone from her hand.
The moment your eyes landed on the clip, all the colour drained from your face.
You stumbled back slightly.
Yunjin immediately grabbed you by the waist before you could fall.
This couldn’t be happening.
Not again.
If this person sent it to someone else—
it would ruin everything.
Heeseung grabbed Minjae’s phone from Sunoo.
He wanted to make sure.
He wanted to make sure the clip was really the one from Jeju Island.
It was.
It really was that clip.
Heeseung’s face went pale.
His jaw clenched so hard that the muscle in it twitched.
He didn’t say anything.
But his reaction was enough to tell everyone one thing.
No one dared to say it out loud.
No one in the room wanted to admit it.
Because if Heeseung was reacting like this—
then something was seriously wrong.
Lee Heeseung never lost control.
Yet right now, for the first time, everyone could see a crack in it.
Who could possibly capture such a personal moment between the two of you?
The question hit everyone like a wave.
Heavy.
Unsettling.
Suddenly—
an answer came to your mind.
Your stepbrother.
Woo-jin.
The memories of your past conversation with him flashed through your mind in broken pieces.
Back at the mansion.
You had just finished dinner with your father, stepmother, and stepbrother.
Now, you were quietly walking towards your bedroom.
From the corner of your eye, you noticed your stepbrother leaning against the wall near your room.
It was odd.
Very odd.
Neither of you ever went near each other’s spaces unless it was absolutely necessary.
Yet he was standing there.
Waiting.
You continued walking towards your room with calm, graceful steps.
As if his presence didn’t bother you at all.
“Wondering why I’m here?” he asked suddenly, a hint of amusement laced in his voice.
You slightly turned your head towards him.
Your eyes met his without hesitation.
Without fear.
Woo-jin scoffed.
“You really think you’re so smart?” you asked mockingly.
You let out a small scoff.
“Know-it-all and all that bullshit?”
His brows furrowed slightly.
“We both know who plays the cards here,” you said, a small smirk tugging at the corner of your lips.
He walked towards you with measured steps.
“Who do you think you are?” he asked, his voice rising.
Coward.
That’s what you thought.
“I’m someone who knows,” you replied coolly.
“Knows what?” he shot back. “That you’ll be married off to some rich man while I’ll be the one inheriting everything from Father?”
The confidence in his voice made you want to slap him.
“We’ll see about that,” you said with amusement.
You turned to leave.
Before you could take another step, he grabbed your wrist.
“Where do you think you’re going, you little—”
He never got to finish.
The sound echoed through the hallway.
You had slapped him across the face.
His head snapped to the side.
“Little what, you moron?” you asked coldly.
He started walking away.
“I’ll make you pay for this!” he spat.
“Whatever. Go cry to your mommy about it,” you said as you crossed your arms.
His steps faltered for the briefest moment.
Then he continued walking.
With one last glare thrown over his shoulder, he disappeared down the hallway.
The sudden voice of Minjae and Yunjin, along with Yunjin lightly shaking you, brought you back to the present.
The thought lingered at the back of your mind, but you brushed it off.
Maybe you were just overthinking.
You tried to focus on everyone again, but it was too much to handle at once.
“Y/N?” Chaewon said softly.
You looked up at her with a stiff smile.
“It’s alright. Everything will be alright. We’ll find some way—we always do,” Chaewon said gently, trying to comfort you.
You nodded.
She continued softly, “You don’t have to pretend in front of me that you’re okay.”
The moment she said that, your stiff smile finally broke.
Your eyes turned glossy.
You could feel Heeseung’s gaze lingering on you.
You didn’t turn around to look at him—you couldn’t look at him… not like this.
Jay’s phone buzzed with a message.
Followed by Yunjin and Minjae.
All of them received one single message.
“Don’t be so comfortable, this isn’t over.”
The single message carried millions of warnings.
Wonyoung was accessing the moment while still staying seated.
Jake was sitting beside her quietly.
Everyone remained quiet.
Still.
None of you had imagined this would happen.
Neither had any of you asked for it.
And the worst part was—
none of you knew who was behind it.
Or why they were doing it.
You were trapped in a situation with no clear way out.
—
The memories from earlier that morning slowly faded into the back of your mind.
They were the least of your concerns at the moment.
How could they be your top priority when you were sitting at the dining table with your family, having lunch alongside guests?
The occasional clink of utensils against plates echoed softly through the room.
Along with the low murmurs of conversation.
You knew exactly why these so-called polite guests were here.
They wanted you to become their daughter-in-law.
For their good-for-nothing son.
How could you marry him when your heart still belonged to someone else?
It was painfully obvious.
The woman sitting across from you was Kim Hye-sook.
The mother of the very son they wanted to pair you with.
She had been praising you every few minutes, as if flattery alone could win you over.
And your stepmother?
She was doing the same.
She rarely praised you unless it was necessary.
Unless there was an audience watching.
Only then did she suddenly become a proud mother.
They were the Kim family.
Known for being blunt, corrupt, and far too confident in themselves.
Suddenly, Hye-sook spoke again, curiosity laced in her voice.
“Y/N, you’re still in college, right?”
You nodded quietly.
“May I ask which major?”
You looked up from your plate.
“Business.”
“Hmm.”
A smile spread across her lips.
“I could tell the moment I looked at you. You’re intelligent. Business must be a piece of cake for someone like you.”
You forced a small smile.
“Hyun-chul, you must be very proud of your daughter.”
She turned towards your father.
Trying to sound as though she had known your family for years.
“Of course.”
Your father’s answer was blunt.
Straightforward.
Without any attempt to sugarcoat it.
Suddenly, Mi-sook spoke up.
“Woo-jin is no less capable than Y/N. He’s studying Business too.”
Woo-jin smiled faintly.
Your father immediately shot her a warning glare.
A silent order to stay quiet.
Her need to bring Woo-jin into a conversation that wasn’t even about him hadn’t gone unnoticed by the guests either.
The conversation came to a halt when someone entered the restaurant.
You slightly turned your head, trying not to look too curious.
Then you froze.
Heeseung.
For a brief moment, your breath caught in your throat.
You never expected to see him here.
Of course, there was always a possibility.
This was a restaurant frequented by chaebols and influential families.
But after everything that had happened today, the timing felt almost cruel.
You immediately turned your attention back to your plate.
Hye-sook, always eager to maintain connections with powerful families, stood up with a bright smile.
“Mr. and Mrs. Lee. What a surprise to see you here today.”
Mrs. Lee smiled politely.
“I’m surprised to see you here as well.”
Your stepmother stood up almost immediately.
“It’s nice to meet you again in person. It’s been a long time since we last met, hasn’t it?”
Mr. Lee nodded.
Your father rose from his seat as well.
Unlike the others, however, he looked more obligated than enthusiastic.
Seok-hoon stood up beside his wife.
“Since we’re already here, why don’t we have dinner together?”
The suggestion immediately made Tae-ho glance at Heeseung.
The irritation on his face was barely concealed.
He knew.
He knew about your past with Heeseung.
Mr. Lee looked toward his wife before speaking.
“That sounds lovely. We just hope we won’t disturb you.”
“Of course not,” your father replied politely.
A few moments later, everyone settled into their seats.
Heeseung ended up sitting directly opposite you.
Your grip around the knife tightened slightly.
Your stepmother noticed none of it.
Instead, she turned towards Mrs. Lee.
“I heard your oldest son, Jun-seo, is studying abroad. Is that true?”
Mrs. Lee looked up with a gentle smile.
“Yes, it is. And please, you don’t have to be so formal. You can call me Soo-min.”
Your stepmother chuckled.
“Of course, Soo-min.”
The conversation shifted naturally between the adults.
Business.
Family.
Connections.
Status.
Then, as if she hadn’t been warned moments ago, your stepmother spoke again.
“As I was saying, Y/N is also very good at household chores. I believe she’d make an excellent housewife.”
Your father’s expression darkened.
She ignored it completely.
A proud smile appeared on her lips.
“I raised her well.”
It was humiliating.
Your stepmother had brought up the topic again.
As if she was trying to sell you off right in front of everyone.
Especially in front of Heeseung’s family.
You lowered your gaze to your plate.
But it didn’t help.
You could still feel it.
Heeseung’s eyes on you.
Silent.
Unreadable.
Yet impossible to ignore.
Soo-min looked slightly confused by the sudden change in conversation.
It seemed like a private matter between the Jangs and the Kims.
Even so, she remained composed and quiet.
Beside her, Sung-jae mirrored the same expression as his wife.
Neither of them commented on it.
Tae-ho looked at you with a deliberate smile.
“You look really pretty in that pink dress,” he said. “Pink suits you.”
You forced a stiff smile.
“Thanks.”
He chuckled softly.
Suddenly, Hye-sook spoke.
“Hyun-chul, Mi-sook, there is something Seok-hoon and I have been wanting to discuss for a while.”
Your father put down his utensils and looked directly at her.
Beside him, Mi-sook looked as though she had been waiting for this moment for years.
You, on the other hand, clenched your jaw before forcing yourself to relax.
Soo-min and Sung-jae visibly stiffened.
The conversation suddenly felt far more personal than before.
Seok-hoon noticed their reactions and smiled.
“Don’t worry. You’re practically family friends too.”
Soo-min’s shoulders relaxed slightly.
Sung-jae, however, remained as stiff as ever.
Throughout all of it, Heeseung remained quiet.
Observing.
Listening.
Hye-sook glanced around the table, carefully taking in everyone’s expressions.
Then she finally spoke.
“Y/N and Tae-ho look good together.”
A smile spread across her lips.
“So we thought it was finally time to bring this up.”
Your stomach sank.
“They’re both young, capable, and from good families,” she continued. “We believe this decision would benefit both households.”
Hyun-chul raised an eyebrow.
He already knew where this conversation was heading.
Seok-hoon decided to be more direct.
“We would be honoured if Y/N became our daughter-in-law.”
For a brief moment, Heeseung stiffened.
You nearly choked on the water you had just taken a sip of.
A cough escaped you.
Heeseung looked as though he was about to move.
But Tae-ho reacted first.
He quickly handed you a napkin before lightly patting your back.
Soo-min looked mildly concerned.
Sung-jae remained unreadable.
Hye-sook laughed awkwardly.
“Looks like she was surprised by the good news.”
Mi-sook nodded in agreement.
It was a lie.
Everyone at the table knew it.
Everyone knew you didn’t want this.
Yet no one said a word.
Mi-sook opened her mouth, ready to speak again.
But before she could—
your father’s gaze hardened.
He looked directly at Hye-sook and Seok-hoon.
“All of her hard work and education would go to waste if she gave up her future now.”
The smile slowly faded from Hye-sook’s face.
Hyun-chul continued.
“Y/N is my only daughter.”
His voice remained calm.
Steady.
“She has a bright future ahead of her. Her career comes first.”
You looked up at your father.
For the first time that evening, something flickered inside your chest.
Hope.
Was he standing up for you?
Hye-sook froze.
Seok-hoon’s smile disappeared entirely.
Across the table, the tension in Heeseung’s shoulders eased ever so slightly.
Soo-min and Sung-jae remained quiet.
Watching everything unfold in silence.
Hye-sook opened her mouth, words already forming on her tongue, but nothing came out.
She closed it again just as wuickly.
What was there to say after such a blunt rejection, especially in front of the Lees?
—
The end.
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°˖✧ Gamerboyfriend!Heeseung ✧˖°
⋆。˚Gamerboyfriend!Heeseung who doesn’t stop playing when you sit next to him, only shifting slightly like it’s instinct, like you were always meant to fit there. His hand finds yours without looking, fingers lacing loosely as if he’s certain you won’t go anywhere. And when you try to move away, he pauses—just for a second. Doesn’t look at you, doesn’t ask anything. Only his grip tightens a little, absent-minded, like he already decided you weren’t actually leaving.
⋆。˚Gamerboyfriend!Heeseung who makes you sit on his lap like it’s the most natural thing in the world, his hand resting on your thighs in a slow, absent-minded comfort while he stays focused on his game.
⋆。˚Gamerboyfriend!Heeseung who showers you with soft kisses in the middle of playing, like it’s instinct—like he can’t go more than a few seconds without reminding you you’re there.
⋆。˚Gamerboyfriend!Heeseung who calls you “distracting,” even though he was the one who pulled you into his lap in the first place, voice low and amused like he already knows he’s not actually trying to push you away.
⋆。˚Gamerboyfriend!Heeseung who takes you on arcade dates and plays the claw machine filled with teddy bears just to win you the one you keep looking at, acting like it’s nothing when it clearly means something to him.
⋆。˚Gamerboyfriend!Heeseung who casually says the filthiest things to you while playing his game, and when you react, he acts like your shock is the strange part—like you’re the one mishearing him.
⋆。˚Gamerboyfriend!Heeseung who pauses his game to carry you to bed after you fall asleep on his lap, only for you to wake up halfway there and quietly decide to stay instead, letting him drape the blanket over you again as if you’ve done this a hundred times before.
⋆。˚Gamerboyfriend!Heeseung who complains in a soft, half-hearted whine when you try to feed him mid-game, like he’s annoyed—but never actually stops you from doing it.
⋆。˚Gamerboyfriend!Heeseung who wants you to play any two-player PlayStation game with him because he gets bored playing alone all the time, his voice softer than he pretends it is when he asks you to join him.
⋆。˚Gamerboyfriend!Heeseung who slaps your ass when you try to pull away from him while he’s still focused on his game, like it’s his quiet way of pulling you back without even looking at you.
⋆。˚Gamerboyfriend!Heeseung who uses a stern, darker voice if you try to interrupt his game, the kind that makes it sound like he’s annoyed—when in reality, he still hasn’t let go of you for even a second.
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⊹Author’s note: “I had planned to post Part 2 of ‘Crown Of Silence’ this coming Tuesday, but unfortunately I won’t be able to because I’m still working on it. I’ll try my best to upload it tomorrow, but it’s unlikely as I’m not even halfway through the story yet. As an apology to everyone who has been waiting for Part 2, I wrote this for you all. I especially apologise to @idkimakpopstan @vissnipherwifeey @babylari999 @sugas-daddy7 and @rizz00 . I hope you all enjoy it.”
˚₊‧꒰ა husband!heeseung x pregnant!reader ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
𐙚 Husband!Heeseung who wakes up early just to make breakfast for you, even when you tell him you can do it yourself. He just shakes his head softly, hair messy, voice still sleepy as he says, “Just sit down. I’ve got it.”
𐙚 Husband!Heeseung who talks to your unborn baby through your stomach, resting his hand gently against it like it’s the most natural thing in the world. “Daddy loves you a lot, my baby,” he murmurs, smiling when he feels even the smallest movement like a response.
𐙚 Husband!Heeseung who has become more protective—almost instinctively so. Whenever you talk to another guy, his gaze changes without him even realizing it. Not rude, not loud… just quiet, burning jealousy he tries to hide behind a calm expression. And yet, the moment you look back at him, he’s already walking closer—hand finding yours like it belongs there.
𐙚 Husband!Heeseung who doesn’t like it when you make your midnight cravings yourself instead of waking him up. He insists that you wake him every single time, no matter how late it is, so he can cook for you while you rest comfortably in bed. Even half asleep, he’s already in the kitchen making whatever you want without a single complaint.
𐙚 Husband!Heeseung who becomes extra protective as your appointment dates get closer. His hand never leaves yours in public anymore, eyes constantly checking if you’re tired, cold, uncomfortable—anything. He tries to stay calm, but everyone can tell how nervous he really is.
𐙚 Husband!Heeseung who falls asleep while holding your stomach, softly whispering little things to the baby like, “Mine,” with the sleepiest smile on his face.
𐙚 Husband!Heeseung who immediately stops playing games on his PC the moment you get whiny about him not spending enough time with you. Even though he’s literally in the same room, he still shuts everything down without hesitation and pulls you into his lap with a quiet, “I’m here now.”
𐙚 Husband!Heeseung who sings softly for you whenever you wake up from a nightmare late at night. His fingers run gently through your hair as he hums sleepy songs against your forehead until you slowly fall asleep again in his arms.
𐙚 Husband!Heeseung who gets jealous over the smallest thing—like you cuddling a teddy bear because it’s “softer” than him. He immediately pulls you against his chest with the most offended expression ever, mumbling about how unfair it is that a stuffed bear is stealing his place.
𐙚 Husband!Heeseung who worships you with so much love and affection that you slowly forget every insecurity clouding your mind. Not through big words, but through the way he looks at you like you’re the most precious thing he’s ever had.
𐙚 Husband!Heeseung who instantly pulls you onto his lap the moment he sees you crying because of your insecurities. His thumb gently wipes your tears away while he holds your face carefully, whispering, “Darling, look at me… you’re carrying our whole world right now. There’s nothing in you that isn’t beautiful to me.”
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˚₊‧꒰ა husband!heeseung x pregnant!reader ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
𐙚 Husband!Heeseung who wakes up early just to make breakfast for you, even when you tell him you can do it yourself. He just shakes his head softly, hair messy, voice still sleepy as he says, “Just sit down. I’ve got it.”
𐙚 Husband!Heeseung who talks to your unborn baby through your stomach, resting his hand gently against it like it’s the most natural thing in the world. “Daddy loves you a lot, my baby,” he murmurs, smiling when he feels even the smallest movement like a response.
𐙚 Husband!Heeseung who has become more protective—almost instinctively so. Whenever you talk to another guy, his gaze changes without him even realizing it. Not rude, not loud… just quiet, burning jealousy he tries to hide behind a calm expression. And yet, the moment you look back at him, he’s already walking closer—hand finding yours like it belongs there.
𐙚 Husband!Heeseung who doesn’t like it when you make your midnight cravings yourself instead of waking him up. He insists that you wake him every single time, no matter how late it is, so he can cook for you while you rest comfortably in bed. Even half asleep, he’s already in the kitchen making whatever you want without a single complaint.
𐙚 Husband!Heeseung who becomes extra protective as your appointment dates get closer. His hand never leaves yours in public anymore, eyes constantly checking if you’re tired, cold, uncomfortable—anything. He tries to stay calm, but everyone can tell how nervous he really is.
𐙚 Husband!Heeseung who falls asleep while holding your stomach, softly whispering little things to the baby like, “Mine,” with the sleepiest smile on his face.
𐙚 Husband!Heeseung who immediately stops playing games on his PC the moment you get whiny about him not spending enough time with you. Even though he’s literally in the same room, he still shuts everything down without hesitation and pulls you into his lap with a quiet, “I’m here now.”
𐙚 Husband!Heeseung who sings softly for you whenever you wake up from a nightmare late at night. His fingers run gently through your hair as he hums sleepy songs against your forehead until you slowly fall asleep again in his arms.
𐙚 Husband!Heeseung who gets jealous over the smallest thing—like you cuddling a teddy bear because it’s “softer” than him. He immediately pulls you against his chest with the most offended expression ever, mumbling about how unfair it is that a stuffed bear is stealing his place.
𐙚 Husband!Heeseung who worships you with so much love and affection that you slowly forget every insecurity clouding your mind. Not through big words, but through the way he looks at you like you’re the most precious thing he’s ever had.
𐙚 Husband!Heeseung who instantly pulls you onto his lap the moment he sees you crying because of your insecurities. His thumb gently wipes your tears away while he holds your face carefully, whispering, “Darling, look at me… you’re carrying our whole world right now. There’s nothing in you that isn’t beautiful to me.”
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“Crown of silence.”
(Heeseung x reader)
Synopsis:
At an elite university where reputation is everything, one reckless dare pulls Y/N and Heeseung—former lovers with a history neither of them admits—back into each other’s orbit. When a private mistake turns into a public scandal, the fragile balance of power, status, and silence begins to collapse, exposing secrets the elite world was never meant to see.
Disclaimer:
This story is a work of fiction. It explores fictional elite settings, relationships, and conflicts. It does not represent real individuals or real-life events. Do not translate it, modify it, or repost it without my permission. Feedbacks are always appreciated and the requests are opened.
Trailer — Masterlist — Part 2
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Let’s dive into the story:
The party was loud, music blasting through the room while people danced without a care. The air was thick with alcohol and sweat, clinging to everything in a way that felt almost suffocating.
You were sitting with your girls in a corner of the room, comfortably tucked away from the chaos, claiming your own little space amid the noise and distraction.
The seriousness you carried in that moment stood in stark contrast to the party around you.
You were playing Truth or Dare.
The bottle had landed on you.
You held your breath as everyone looked your way, mischief already flickering in their eyes.
You knew you were cooked.
Ningning cleared her throat softly, briefly glancing at you before looking over at Wonyoung.
There was a quiet exchange of looks within the group, as if this wasn’t just a silly game anymore—but a mission.
You let out a sigh, annoyance mixing with a light dizziness from the alcohol.
“Alright guys, pack it up. Give me a dare already.”
“Seems like someone’s impatient,” Wonyoung teased.
You rolled your eyes.
Yunjin finally spoke up. “Alright then, if you’re so impatient, your dare is to—”
She paused, dragging the suspense out on purpose.
Everyone held their breath.
“You have to flirt with Heeseung.”
Your breath hitched.
Yunjin leaned back on the couch, arms crossed, head tilted slightly as she watched you carefully.
“Wanna back down?” Wonyoung asked teasingly.
“Of course not. I’ll do it,” you said, already pushing yourself up from the couch, slightly unsteady as you stood.
You slowly made your way through the crowd, weaving between bodies as you headed toward Heeseung.
Back at the table, Chaewon suddenly turned to the group, her expression shifting.
“Guys… I don’t think this is a good idea.”
Ningning nodded, a subtle tension in her voice. “You’re right. This is going to be a disaster. Should we stop her?”
Wonyoung glanced in your direction, watching you disappear into the crowd.
“There’s no point stopping her now,” she said quietly. “She’s not going to listen.”
Suddenly, Yunjin stood up as if to stop you—but it was too late.
You had already reached Heeseung’s table.
Yunjin didn’t stop. She pushed through the crowd, trying to reach you before you could say anything.
But she was still a step too late.
Just as she got close enough, she heard your voice cut through the noise.
“You know… whenever I look at you, you remind me of someone.”
Heeseung tilted his head slightly, eyes narrowing with quiet curiosity.
“Who?”
“Choi Jeahyun.”
The atmosphere shifted instantly.
Everything seemed to still.
Choi Jeahyun was a guy—handsome, well-known—but his name carried weight. Whatever had happened to him had ended badly, and the entire college knew it. No one ever said his name lightly… and most people didn’t say it at all.
His eyes darkened, and after a brief pause, he spoke slowly.
“Are you fucking out of your damn mind? Repeat it again, and it won’t be good for any of us.”
You let out a small chuckle, confidence loosened by alcohol.
“What?” you said. “It’s the reality. Or are you too afraid to face it?”
“Jang Y/N, one more wrong word and I’ll forget my manners,” he said through gritted teeth.
You were about to respond when Yunjin quickly pulled you back, muttering apologies under her breath.
The next day.
You woke up in your bedroom, a dull headache already settling in from last night’s alcohol. Your movements felt sluggish as you stepped out, heading toward the kitchen for water or something to ease it.
The first thing you noticed the moment you left your room was the silence—heavy and strange.
Chaewon’s serious expression.
Yunjin repeatedly checking her phone.
Wonyoung, face buried in her hands.
Ningning pacing back and forth like she couldn’t sit still.
Something was wrong.
But instead of asking immediately, your attention snagged on something else entirely.
Why the hell were they still here?
You blinked slowly, trying to piece it together. There must’ve been a sleepover after the party ended… right?
Yunjin noticed you first.
Then the rest of them followed.
“Hey,” you said awkwardly.
Wonyoung gave you a stiff smile, while Chaewon nodded in quiet acknowledgment.
Yunjin barely looked up, still focused on her phone, while Ningning continued pacing the room like she couldn’t sit still for even a second.
You knew one thing for sure—whatever happened last night, even if you couldn’t remember it yet, Ningning pacing like this was not a good sign.
It never was.
The last time she had paced like this… was during the Choi Jeahyun incident.
Ningning suddenly stopped pacing and carefully asked, “What do you remember from last night?”
Chaewon immediately stepped in. “Ningning, stop it. She’s clearly still a bit drunk and confused—let her rest for a while.”
Ningning looked up, tension written all over her face.
“We can’t wait—”
She was cut off by a sharp glare from Wonyoung.
You let out a small gasp at the sudden appearance of the housemaid.
She bowed slightly before speaking. “Ma’am, your breakfast is ready and has been set in the dining room. You may freshen up and eat.”
You nodded, and she quietly excused herself.
The unexpected interruption eased the tension in the room, even if only slightly.
You glanced at everyone once more before turning back toward your room to freshen up. Your movements felt stiff as you walked, each step heavier than the last.
What happened yesterday?
Did I do something wrong?
Why did Ningning ask that? Why did Chaewon stop her like that?
Why did Wonyoung glare at her?
The questions kept piling up, tangling in your mind, making everything feel even more unsettled.
It was confusing you more than anything else.
You finally reached your room and quietly closed the door behind you.
The moment the silence settled around you, you let out a long breath you didn’t even realize you had been holding.
Everything felt off.
Your head still throbbed from the alcohol, but the confusion lingering in your mind was worse than the headache itself.
You stared at your reflection for a brief moment before looking away.
Maybe a shower would help clear your head.
You stepped into the bathroom, letting the cold water run over you as you tried to piece together fragments of last night.
Loud music.
Crowds.
Truth or Dare.
Heeseung.
Your brows furrowed slightly.
Something about him felt unsettling in your memories, but every time you tried to focus on it properly, your thoughts became blurry again.
With another frustrated sigh, you turned the water off and changed into something comfortable before heading downstairs.
The smell of breakfast filled the dining room, but the atmosphere still felt strangely heavy despite the silence.
You ate quietly, your mind too occupied to properly focus on the food in front of you.
By the time you walked back toward the living room, everyone was already sitting there together, as if they had been waiting for you.
And suddenly, the tension from earlier returned all over again.
You nervously glanced at all of them.
The silence pressing down on the room made your chest feel tight.
You finally gathered enough courage to ask what had happened last night—
—but before the words could leave your mouth, the memories came rushing back all at once.
The loud music.
Heeseung’s darkened expression.
Your own voice.
“Choi Jeahyun.”
Your breath hitched sharply.
Suddenly, everything made sense.
Your gaze snapped toward Yunjin, who was still staring at her phone far too intensely.
A horrible feeling settled in your stomach.
Without thinking, you quickly snatched the phone from her hands.
The moment your eyes landed on the screen, your entire body went cold.
It was a video.
A video of you standing in front of Heeseung last night, your voice clear despite the loud music around you.
Someone had posted it online.
The caption alone was enough to make your stomach twist.
The comments were even worse.
Your hands trembled violently as the realization fully crashed into you.
You stumbled back before collapsing onto the floor.
Immediately, everyone rushed toward you.
“Y/N—”
Yunjin gently took the phone from your shaking hands and quickly locked the screen before putting it away.
They had wanted to tell you.
Just… not like this.
Not through a video spreading across the school like wildfire.
Your breathing became uneven as one thought consumed your mind entirely.
What was your father going to do when he found out about this?
Before you could even fully process what was happening, tears were already streaming down your face.
You didn’t even realize when you had started sobbing.
Everything felt too overwhelming all at once.
The video.
The comments.
Heeseung.
Your father.
The room around you blurred as panic and humiliation crashed over you at once.
Ningning quickly disappeared into the kitchen to get you water.
Yunjin kept mumbling apologies under her breath, guilt written all over her face.
“I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have given you that dare. I didn’t think it would turn into this.”
Chaewon looked equally distressed.
“I should’ve stopped you,” she said quietly. “I knew this wasn’t going to end well.”
Meanwhile, Wonyoung stayed beside you the entire time, gently caressing your hair while whispering soft words of comfort, trying to calm your uneven breathing.
But despite all of it, your mind remained stuck on one terrifying thought.
What if your father had already seen the video?
Heeseung’s POV
The environment was tense, suffocating in a way that made even the air feel heavier than usual.
No one was speaking.
Heeseung sat back in silence, a cigarette between his fingers, jaw clenched tight as he exhaled slowly through his nose.
The glow of Sunoo’s phone lit up his face as he replayed the Instagram reel again and again, as if watching it one more time would somehow change what it showed.
Jay stood slightly apart, still on a call, his voice low enough that the words didn’t fully carry—but the seriousness in his tone did.
Jake rested a hand on Heeseung’s shoulder, not saying anything, just there. It wasn’t enough to comfort, but it was something.
Jungwon sat quietly, eyes lowered, unreadable. Sunghoon stood near the window with his hands in his pockets, staring outside like he was trying to avoid being part of the moment entirely.
The only sound in the room was the faint buzz of the phone and the slow drag of smoke leaving Heeseung’s lips.
Still, no one dared to speak.
Jay ended the call with a small sigh, turning back to face everyone.
Jake glanced up at him immediately—silent, but clear. A signal to explain what had been said.
Jay understood.
He hesitated for a moment before speaking.
“Choi is saying he’ll try to take care of it. He’ll do something to keep the post from spreading further and get it under control.”
A pause settled in the room.
His expression shifted slightly as he continued, more carefully this time.
“But… Choi seemed a bit uncertain if he could fully control the post.”
That single sentence changed the atmosphere instantly.
Jungwon’s head snapped up. “What do you mean, uncertain? He always gets everything under control. He will do it again.”
Sunghoon finally turned away from the window, placing a steadying hand on Jungwon’s shoulder, silently telling him to calm down.
Jungwon let out a short scoff, barely holding back his frustration.
Heeseung suddenly let out a quiet chuckle.
Everyone in the room turned toward him at once, the silence sharpening instantly.
One thought sat in all of their minds at the same time—
“What is he laughing about?”
But before anyone could ask a single question, Heeseung had already walked out of the room.
Heeseung wasn’t the type to run away from problems—he usually faced them calmly.
They had expected every possible reaction from him, but this wasn’t one of them.
The room fell into uneasy silence as they exchanged glances with one another.
Heeseung was walking down the hallway of his mansion, the silence around him heavier than usual.
He couldn’t believe he had ended up stuck in a situation like this.
There had never been a moment in his life where things were out of his control.
So who had dared to record it at that party?
And why did she come all the way to him just to say that?
His mind was a mess of tangled thoughts, none of them forming anything clear.
For the first time in his life, nothing made sense.
And for the first time…
he didn’t know what to do.
Whoever did this clearly had some kind of problem with him.
The audacity to pull something like this.
He couldn’t believe it.
Heeseung muttered under his breath, “Damn it.”
He continued walking toward his room.
Just as he reached the door, a voice came from behind him—unexpected.
“You don’t think it’s the person I think it is?”
It was Jake.
Heeseung didn’t turn around. His jaw clenched instead.
That silence was enough for Jake to understand—they were thinking about the same person.
“I’m surprised… I thought he would’ve backed off by now,” Jake said quietly, his voice low but heavy with meaning. “But his guts… he really wants history to repeat itself.”
Heeseung let out a humourless chuckle.
“He definitely does,” he said flatly.
The sky was consumed by darkness as night settled in, marking the end of one day and the uncertain beginning of another. The tension hadn’t faded, nor had the anxiety of what this would do to your public image. It lingered quietly, like something that refused to leave even in silence.
For now, you could sleep peacefully.
Unaware of what awaited in the morning.
—
The next morning.
You woke up for college, the heaviness from yesterday still sitting somewhere in your chest. For a moment, you just lay there, staring at nothing, as if hoping the day would somehow feel different if you delayed it long enough.
It didn’t.
Still, you forced yourself up.
You weren’t even sure how you were going to face it, but the sleep had given you just enough distance from the panic to rebuild something resembling control. Not confidence—just control.
Soon, you found yourself sitting in the backseat of your car, the driver quietly taking you toward campus.
The city moved past you in blurred fragments, but your thoughts stayed still.
Heavy.
Loud.
Unfinished.
You leaned your head against the window with a soft sigh, watching your reflection faintly overlap with the outside world.
Your father hadn’t said anything yet, but it was impossible for him not to know.
There was nothing in this world he didn’t know—
especially when it came to you.
And that thought didn’t comfort you. It tightened something in your chest instead.
The pressure of maintaining your image in the public eye weighed heavily on you, both physically and mentally. It wasn’t just about reputation—it was about expectation. About being watched even when you weren’t aware of it.
Sometimes, you wished you could just be like everyone else.
To make mistakes without them becoming headlines.
To exist without consequence following you around.
But that was never going to happen.
Not for you.
Before you even realized it, the car had already arrived at your college.
Your driver immediately stepped out of the car and walked around to your side.
He opened the door for you with practiced ease, waiting as you stepped out.
You got out slowly and began walking straight toward the college entrance.
Almost instantly, you felt it.
Eyes.
Everywhere.
You could see people turning, whispering, lingering gazes following your every step.
It was expected—especially after everything that happened last night.
You didn’t spare a single glance at them.
Not because you didn’t notice.
But because you were used to it.
Used to being watched.
Used to being talked about.
Used to never truly being invisible, even when you wanted to be.
So you kept walking.
Heeseung made his appearance in the college alongside his usual group, the atmosphere around him shifting almost instantly.
Just like her, he felt it too.
The stares.
The whispers that weren’t even trying to hide anymore.
People who usually greeted him confidently now hesitated, like they weren’t sure what version of him they were allowed to approach today.
He didn’t react.
Not a single expression changed on his face.
But the tension in his jaw said enough.
He stopped walking the moment he heard about a new scholarship student.
The whispers around him faded into background noise the instant those words reached him—
new scholarship student.
He glanced back at Jake, Ni-ki, and Jay. The three of them remained unusually unfazed, as if this wasn’t worth reacting to yet.
Without a word, Heeseung and the others turned down the left hallway, heading toward where the new scholarship student was said to be.
As they walked, a boy approached them.
Kang Minjae.
The son of Kang Joonseok—owner of a restaurant well-known among elite circles. Not fully part of their world, but close enough to be seen in it.
He looked at Jake first, hesitating slightly before speaking.
“You heard about the new scholarship student?”
Jake gave him a brief glance before looking ahead again, offering a small, silent nod.
“I heard he’ll be sharing some classes with you guys,” Minjae added quietly.
Ni-ki raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
There was a brief pause in the group.
Then Minjae spoke again, a little more carefully this time.
“At the moment, he’s in the social control room… with Heeseung’s ex-girlfriend.”
The air shifted instantly.
Heeseung stopped walking.
“…What?”
Minjae looked slightly confused by the reaction, but repeated anyway.
“With your ex-girlfriend.”
Silence.
The “social control room” wasn’t just a place—it was where everything in their world moved first. Rumors, reputations, scandals. A space reserved for elites, where nothing stayed hidden for long and everything spread faster than it should.
And right now—
she was there.
They resumed walking toward the social control room, leaving Minjae standing alone in the hallway, still slightly stunned by the exchange.
When Heeseung and the others finally reached the room, Ni-ki pushed the door open.
All of them stepped inside.
The atmosphere shifted instantly.
You were sitting on the couch with Chaewon, Yunjin, Wonyoung, and Ningning.
And right beside you—
was the new scholarship student.
Ni-ki closed the door behind them with a heavy thump.
Jake took a seat on the couch, leaning back with an easy smugness.
“You girls do realise commoners aren’t allowed here, right?”
Ningning shot him a sharp side-eye, unimpressed.
Jake let out a quiet laugh.
“What? Can’t handle the reality that commoners don’t belong here?”
His tone was taunting, casual—but intentional, like he wanted a reaction.
Wonyoung leaned back against the couch, crossing her legs as if the conversation barely mattered.
“Jake is right,” she said calmly. “Commoners shouldn’t be here.”
Ningning turned her head sharply toward her. “You too?”
Her voice carried disbelief, like she genuinely couldn’t understand how easily Wonyoung had said it.
Ningning’s gaze then shifted—carefully, searching—toward you, Chaewon, and Yunjin.
Waiting.
Hoping, maybe, for some kind of pushback.
But none of you spoke.
Each of you stayed still, caught in your own silence, refusing to step into the conversation.
The room felt heavier because of it.
“I can’t believe you guys,” Ningning said sharply.
You glanced up at her briefly before lowering your gaze again, resuming your focus on your freshly done nails.
The silence you chose wasn’t loud, but it was heavy enough to say you weren’t stepping into this conversation.
Heeseung sat down beside the new scholarship student, legs spread slightly—deliberate enough to make the boy shift uncomfortably in his seat.
Ni-ki let out a small chuckle, already sensing what was about to unfold.
Jay smirked as he leaned casually against the table, watching with quiet interest.
Jake relaxed into the couch as if the situation entertained him more than it should.
Sunghoon stayed by the wall, arms crossed, observing everything with his usual quiet intensity.
Sunoo let out a small sigh of exhaustion—like this kind of atmosphere was far too familiar.
Jungwon, meanwhile, kept his eyes on his phone, pretending not to care at all, though the tension in the room said otherwise.
“What work does your father do?” Heeseung asked, his tone laced with feigned curiosity.
Before the scholarship student could even respond, Ni-ki leaned in slightly.
“Probably working at some cheap motel.”
Jay let out a loud laugh at that, clearly entertained.
“Ni-ki… let him speak,” Heeseung said, though the faint smirk on his lips betrayed that he was enjoying it just as much.
“What?” Ni-ki shrugged. “I’m not stopping him. He can speak—if he actually has a tongue.”
The words landed with deliberate mockery.
Ningning couldn’t take it anymore.
“Enough,” she snapped, her voice cutting through the room. “What is wrong with all of you? Just because someone is a scholarship student doesn’t mean they don’t deserve respect.”
Before anyone could respond, she grabbed the scholarship student’s hand.
And without hesitation, she walked him out of the room.
The door closed behind them.
Leaving the entire room in stunned silence.
Sunghoon finally spoke, though his gaze remained fixed out the window.
“You guys really crossed the line today, huh?”
“What do you mean, crossed the line?” Jay replied almost immediately. “A commoner shouldn’t be here.”
The room was still filled with voices—
Jay speaking, Sunghoon responding lowly, tension still hanging in the air like it had nowhere to go.
But neither you nor Heeseung were listening anymore.
Your gaze flickered up again.
And this time—
his eyes met yours.
For a brief second, everything else faded.
No noise. No people. No arguments.
Just that silence between you two that never really disappeared.
—
The moment stretched—
too long.
—
Then—
Bang.
The door slammed open.
Everyone turned.
Kang Minjae stood there, slightly out of breath, holding his phone up like it was urgent.
“I think you need to see this,” he said quickly.
The room shifted instantly.
The room was still filled with voices—
Jay speaking, Sunghoon responding lowly, tension still hanging in the air like it had nowhere to go.
But neither you nor Heeseung were listening anymore.
Your gaze flickered up again.
And this time—
his eyes met yours.
For a brief second, everything else faded.
No noise. No people. No arguments.
Just that silence between you two that never really disappeared.
⸻
The moment stretched—
too long.
—
Then—
Bang.
The door slammed open.
Everyone turned.
Kang Minjae stood there, slightly out of breath, holding his phone up like it was urgent.
—
The end.
Author’s note: “I know it’s been a long time since I last posted, so to make it up to you guys, I’ve written this fiction called Crown of Silence. I really hope you all like it. I’ll try to post regularly, or set a specific day for updates. I might have rushed the ending a bit, so please keep that in mind. Requests are open, and you can comment if you’d like to be added to the taglist. I’d also really appreciate your thoughts and opinions on this fic.”
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“Crown of silence.”
(Heeseung x reader)
Synopsis:
At an elite university where reputation is everything, one reckless dare pulls Y/N and Heeseung—former lovers with a history neither of them admits—back into each other’s orbit. When a private mistake turns into a public scandal, the fragile balance of power, status, and silence begins to collapse, exposing secrets the elite world was never meant to see.
Disclaimer:
This story is a work of fiction. It explores fictional elite settings, relationships, and conflicts. It does not represent real individuals or real-life events. Do not translate it, modify it, or repost it without my permission. Feedbacks are always appreciated and the requests are opened.
Trailer — Masterlist — Part 2
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Let’s dive into the story:
The party was loud, music blasting through the room while people danced without a care. The air was thick with alcohol and sweat, clinging to everything in a way that felt almost suffocating.
You were sitting with your girls in a corner of the room, comfortably tucked away from the chaos, claiming your own little space amid the noise and distraction.
The seriousness you carried in that moment stood in stark contrast to the party around you.
You were playing Truth or Dare.
The bottle had landed on you.
You held your breath as everyone looked your way, mischief already flickering in their eyes.
You knew you were cooked.
Ningning cleared her throat softly, briefly glancing at you before looking over at Wonyoung.
There was a quiet exchange of looks within the group, as if this wasn’t just a silly game anymore—but a mission.
You let out a sigh, annoyance mixing with a light dizziness from the alcohol.
“Alright guys, pack it up. Give me a dare already.”
“Seems like someone’s impatient,” Wonyoung teased.
You rolled your eyes.
Yunjin finally spoke up. “Alright then, if you’re so impatient, your dare is to—”
She paused, dragging the suspense out on purpose.
Everyone held their breath.
“You have to flirt with Heeseung.”
Your breath hitched.
Yunjin leaned back on the couch, arms crossed, head tilted slightly as she watched you carefully.
“Wanna back down?” Wonyoung asked teasingly.
“Of course not. I’ll do it,” you said, already pushing yourself up from the couch, slightly unsteady as you stood.
You slowly made your way through the crowd, weaving between bodies as you headed toward Heeseung.
Back at the table, Chaewon suddenly turned to the group, her expression shifting.
“Guys… I don’t think this is a good idea.”
Ningning nodded, a subtle tension in her voice. “You’re right. This is going to be a disaster. Should we stop her?”
Wonyoung glanced in your direction, watching you disappear into the crowd.
“There’s no point stopping her now,” she said quietly. “She’s not going to listen.”
Suddenly, Yunjin stood up as if to stop you—but it was too late.
You had already reached Heeseung’s table.
Yunjin didn’t stop. She pushed through the crowd, trying to reach you before you could say anything.
But she was still a step too late.
Just as she got close enough, she heard your voice cut through the noise.
“You know… whenever I look at you, you remind me of someone.”
Heeseung tilted his head slightly, eyes narrowing with quiet curiosity.
“Who?”
“Choi Jeahyun.”
The atmosphere shifted instantly.
Everything seemed to still.
Choi Jeahyun was a guy—handsome, well-known—but his name carried weight. Whatever had happened to him had ended badly, and the entire college knew it. No one ever said his name lightly… and most people didn’t say it at all.
His eyes darkened, and after a brief pause, he spoke slowly.
“Are you fucking out of your damn mind? Repeat it again, and it won’t be good for any of us.”
You let out a small chuckle, confidence loosened by alcohol.
“What?” you said. “It’s the reality. Or are you too afraid to face it?”
“Jang Y/N, one more wrong word and I’ll forget my manners,” he said through gritted teeth.
You were about to respond when Yunjin quickly pulled you back, muttering apologies under her breath.
The next day.
You woke up in your bedroom, a dull headache already settling in from last night’s alcohol. Your movements felt sluggish as you stepped out, heading toward the kitchen for water or something to ease it.
The first thing you noticed the moment you left your room was the silence—heavy and strange.
Chaewon’s serious expression.
Yunjin repeatedly checking her phone.
Wonyoung, face buried in her hands.
Ningning pacing back and forth like she couldn’t sit still.
Something was wrong.
But instead of asking immediately, your attention snagged on something else entirely.
Why the hell were they still here?
You blinked slowly, trying to piece it together. There must’ve been a sleepover after the party ended… right?
Yunjin noticed you first.
Then the rest of them followed.
“Hey,” you said awkwardly.
Wonyoung gave you a stiff smile, while Chaewon nodded in quiet acknowledgment.
Yunjin barely looked up, still focused on her phone, while Ningning continued pacing the room like she couldn’t sit still for even a second.
You knew one thing for sure—whatever happened last night, even if you couldn’t remember it yet, Ningning pacing like this was not a good sign.
It never was.
The last time she had paced like this… was during the Choi Jeahyun incident.
Ningning suddenly stopped pacing and carefully asked, “What do you remember from last night?”
Chaewon immediately stepped in. “Ningning, stop it. She’s clearly still a bit drunk and confused—let her rest for a while.”
Ningning looked up, tension written all over her face.
“We can’t wait—”
She was cut off by a sharp glare from Wonyoung.
You let out a small gasp at the sudden appearance of the housemaid.
She bowed slightly before speaking. “Ma’am, your breakfast is ready and has been set in the dining room. You may freshen up and eat.”
You nodded, and she quietly excused herself.
The unexpected interruption eased the tension in the room, even if only slightly.
You glanced at everyone once more before turning back toward your room to freshen up. Your movements felt stiff as you walked, each step heavier than the last.
What happened yesterday?
Did I do something wrong?
Why did Ningning ask that? Why did Chaewon stop her like that?
Why did Wonyoung glare at her?
The questions kept piling up, tangling in your mind, making everything feel even more unsettled.
It was confusing you more than anything else.
You finally reached your room and quietly closed the door behind you.
The moment the silence settled around you, you let out a long breath you didn’t even realize you had been holding.
Everything felt off.
Your head still throbbed from the alcohol, but the confusion lingering in your mind was worse than the headache itself.
You stared at your reflection for a brief moment before looking away.
Maybe a shower would help clear your head.
You stepped into the bathroom, letting the cold water run over you as you tried to piece together fragments of last night.
Loud music.
Crowds.
Truth or Dare.
Heeseung.
Your brows furrowed slightly.
Something about him felt unsettling in your memories, but every time you tried to focus on it properly, your thoughts became blurry again.
With another frustrated sigh, you turned the water off and changed into something comfortable before heading downstairs.
The smell of breakfast filled the dining room, but the atmosphere still felt strangely heavy despite the silence.
You ate quietly, your mind too occupied to properly focus on the food in front of you.
By the time you walked back toward the living room, everyone was already sitting there together, as if they had been waiting for you.
And suddenly, the tension from earlier returned all over again.
You nervously glanced at all of them.
The silence pressing down on the room made your chest feel tight.
You finally gathered enough courage to ask what had happened last night—
—but before the words could leave your mouth, the memories came rushing back all at once.
The loud music.
Heeseung’s darkened expression.
Your own voice.
“Choi Jeahyun.”
Your breath hitched sharply.
Suddenly, everything made sense.
Your gaze snapped toward Yunjin, who was still staring at her phone far too intensely.
A horrible feeling settled in your stomach.
Without thinking, you quickly snatched the phone from her hands.
The moment your eyes landed on the screen, your entire body went cold.
It was a video.
A video of you standing in front of Heeseung last night, your voice clear despite the loud music around you.
Someone had posted it online.
The caption alone was enough to make your stomach twist.
The comments were even worse.
Your hands trembled violently as the realization fully crashed into you.
You stumbled back before collapsing onto the floor.
Immediately, everyone rushed toward you.
“Y/N—”
Yunjin gently took the phone from your shaking hands and quickly locked the screen before putting it away.
They had wanted to tell you.
Just… not like this.
Not through a video spreading across the school like wildfire.
Your breathing became uneven as one thought consumed your mind entirely.
What was your father going to do when he found out about this?
Before you could even fully process what was happening, tears were already streaming down your face.
You didn’t even realize when you had started sobbing.
Everything felt too overwhelming all at once.
The video.
The comments.
Heeseung.
Your father.
The room around you blurred as panic and humiliation crashed over you at once.
Ningning quickly disappeared into the kitchen to get you water.
Yunjin kept mumbling apologies under her breath, guilt written all over her face.
“I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have given you that dare. I didn’t think it would turn into this.”
Chaewon looked equally distressed.
“I should’ve stopped you,” she said quietly. “I knew this wasn’t going to end well.”
Meanwhile, Wonyoung stayed beside you the entire time, gently caressing your hair while whispering soft words of comfort, trying to calm your uneven breathing.
But despite all of it, your mind remained stuck on one terrifying thought.
What if your father had already seen the video?
Heeseung’s POV
The environment was tense, suffocating in a way that made even the air feel heavier than usual.
No one was speaking.
Heeseung sat back in silence, a cigarette between his fingers, jaw clenched tight as he exhaled slowly through his nose.
The glow of Sunoo’s phone lit up his face as he replayed the Instagram reel again and again, as if watching it one more time would somehow change what it showed.
Jay stood slightly apart, still on a call, his voice low enough that the words didn’t fully carry—but the seriousness in his tone did.
Jake rested a hand on Heeseung’s shoulder, not saying anything, just there. It wasn’t enough to comfort, but it was something.
Jungwon sat quietly, eyes lowered, unreadable. Sunghoon stood near the window with his hands in his pockets, staring outside like he was trying to avoid being part of the moment entirely.
The only sound in the room was the faint buzz of the phone and the slow drag of smoke leaving Heeseung’s lips.
Still, no one dared to speak.
Jay ended the call with a small sigh, turning back to face everyone.
Jake glanced up at him immediately—silent, but clear. A signal to explain what had been said.
Jay understood.
He hesitated for a moment before speaking.
“Choi is saying he’ll try to take care of it. He’ll do something to keep the post from spreading further and get it under control.”
A pause settled in the room.
His expression shifted slightly as he continued, more carefully this time.
“But… Choi seemed a bit uncertain if he could fully control the post.”
That single sentence changed the atmosphere instantly.
Jungwon’s head snapped up. “What do you mean, uncertain? He always gets everything under control. He will do it again.”
Sunghoon finally turned away from the window, placing a steadying hand on Jungwon’s shoulder, silently telling him to calm down.
Jungwon let out a short scoff, barely holding back his frustration.
Heeseung suddenly let out a quiet chuckle.
Everyone in the room turned toward him at once, the silence sharpening instantly.
One thought sat in all of their minds at the same time—
“What is he laughing about?”
But before anyone could ask a single question, Heeseung had already walked out of the room.
Heeseung wasn’t the type to run away from problems—he usually faced them calmly.
They had expected every possible reaction from him, but this wasn’t one of them.
The room fell into uneasy silence as they exchanged glances with one another.
Heeseung was walking down the hallway of his mansion, the silence around him heavier than usual.
He couldn’t believe he had ended up stuck in a situation like this.
There had never been a moment in his life where things were out of his control.
So who had dared to record it at that party?
And why did she come all the way to him just to say that?
His mind was a mess of tangled thoughts, none of them forming anything clear.
For the first time in his life, nothing made sense.
And for the first time…
he didn’t know what to do.
Whoever did this clearly had some kind of problem with him.
The audacity to pull something like this.
He couldn’t believe it.
Heeseung muttered under his breath, “Damn it.”
He continued walking toward his room.
Just as he reached the door, a voice came from behind him—unexpected.
“You don’t think it’s the person I think it is?”
It was Jake.
Heeseung didn’t turn around. His jaw clenched instead.
That silence was enough for Jake to understand—they were thinking about the same person.
“I’m surprised… I thought he would’ve backed off by now,” Jake said quietly, his voice low but heavy with meaning. “But his guts… he really wants history to repeat itself.”
Heeseung let out a humourless chuckle.
“He definitely does,” he said flatly.
The sky was consumed by darkness as night settled in, marking the end of one day and the uncertain beginning of another. The tension hadn’t faded, nor had the anxiety of what this would do to your public image. It lingered quietly, like something that refused to leave even in silence.
For now, you could sleep peacefully.
Unaware of what awaited in the morning.
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The next morning.
You woke up for college, the heaviness from yesterday still sitting somewhere in your chest. For a moment, you just lay there, staring at nothing, as if hoping the day would somehow feel different if you delayed it long enough.
It didn’t.
Still, you forced yourself up.
You weren’t even sure how you were going to face it, but the sleep had given you just enough distance from the panic to rebuild something resembling control. Not confidence—just control.
Soon, you found yourself sitting in the backseat of your car, the driver quietly taking you toward campus.
The city moved past you in blurred fragments, but your thoughts stayed still.
Heavy.
Loud.
Unfinished.
You leaned your head against the window with a soft sigh, watching your reflection faintly overlap with the outside world.
Your father hadn’t said anything yet, but it was impossible for him not to know.
There was nothing in this world he didn’t know—
especially when it came to you.
And that thought didn’t comfort you. It tightened something in your chest instead.
The pressure of maintaining your image in the public eye weighed heavily on you, both physically and mentally. It wasn’t just about reputation—it was about expectation. About being watched even when you weren’t aware of it.
Sometimes, you wished you could just be like everyone else.
To make mistakes without them becoming headlines.
To exist without consequence following you around.
But that was never going to happen.
Not for you.
Before you even realized it, the car had already arrived at your college.
Your driver immediately stepped out of the car and walked around to your side.
He opened the door for you with practiced ease, waiting as you stepped out.
You got out slowly and began walking straight toward the college entrance.
Almost instantly, you felt it.
Eyes.
Everywhere.
You could see people turning, whispering, lingering gazes following your every step.
It was expected—especially after everything that happened last night.
You didn’t spare a single glance at them.
Not because you didn’t notice.
But because you were used to it.
Used to being watched.
Used to being talked about.
Used to never truly being invisible, even when you wanted to be.
So you kept walking.
Heeseung made his appearance in the college alongside his usual group, the atmosphere around him shifting almost instantly.
Just like her, he felt it too.
The stares.
The whispers that weren’t even trying to hide anymore.
People who usually greeted him confidently now hesitated, like they weren’t sure what version of him they were allowed to approach today.
He didn’t react.
Not a single expression changed on his face.
But the tension in his jaw said enough.
He stopped walking the moment he heard about a new scholarship student.
The whispers around him faded into background noise the instant those words reached him—
new scholarship student.
He glanced back at Jake, Ni-ki, and Jay. The three of them remained unusually unfazed, as if this wasn’t worth reacting to yet.
Without a word, Heeseung and the others turned down the left hallway, heading toward where the new scholarship student was said to be.
As they walked, a boy approached them.
Kang Minjae.
The son of Kang Joonseok—owner of a restaurant well-known among elite circles. Not fully part of their world, but close enough to be seen in it.
He looked at Jake first, hesitating slightly before speaking.
“You heard about the new scholarship student?”
Jake gave him a brief glance before looking ahead again, offering a small, silent nod.
“I heard he’ll be sharing some classes with you guys,” Minjae added quietly.
Ni-ki raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
There was a brief pause in the group.
Then Minjae spoke again, a little more carefully this time.
“At the moment, he’s in the social control room… with Heeseung’s ex-girlfriend.”
The air shifted instantly.
Heeseung stopped walking.
“…What?”
Minjae looked slightly confused by the reaction, but repeated anyway.
“With your ex-girlfriend.”
Silence.
The “social control room” wasn’t just a place—it was where everything in their world moved first. Rumors, reputations, scandals. A space reserved for elites, where nothing stayed hidden for long and everything spread faster than it should.
And right now—
she was there.
They resumed walking toward the social control room, leaving Minjae standing alone in the hallway, still slightly stunned by the exchange.
When Heeseung and the others finally reached the room, Ni-ki pushed the door open.
All of them stepped inside.
The atmosphere shifted instantly.
You were sitting on the couch with Chaewon, Yunjin, Wonyoung, and Ningning.
And right beside you—
was the new scholarship student.
Ni-ki closed the door behind them with a heavy thump.
Jake took a seat on the couch, leaning back with an easy smugness.
“You girls do realise commoners aren’t allowed here, right?”
Ningning shot him a sharp side-eye, unimpressed.
Jake let out a quiet laugh.
“What? Can’t handle the reality that commoners don’t belong here?”
His tone was taunting, casual—but intentional, like he wanted a reaction.
Wonyoung leaned back against the couch, crossing her legs as if the conversation barely mattered.
“Jake is right,” she said calmly. “Commoners shouldn’t be here.”
Ningning turned her head sharply toward her. “You too?”
Her voice carried disbelief, like she genuinely couldn’t understand how easily Wonyoung had said it.
Ningning’s gaze then shifted—carefully, searching—toward you, Chaewon, and Yunjin.
Waiting.
Hoping, maybe, for some kind of pushback.
But none of you spoke.
Each of you stayed still, caught in your own silence, refusing to step into the conversation.
The room felt heavier because of it.
“I can’t believe you guys,” Ningning said sharply.
You glanced up at her briefly before lowering your gaze again, resuming your focus on your freshly done nails.
The silence you chose wasn’t loud, but it was heavy enough to say you weren’t stepping into this conversation.
Heeseung sat down beside the new scholarship student, legs spread slightly—deliberate enough to make the boy shift uncomfortably in his seat.
Ni-ki let out a small chuckle, already sensing what was about to unfold.
Jay smirked as he leaned casually against the table, watching with quiet interest.
Jake relaxed into the couch as if the situation entertained him more than it should.
Sunghoon stayed by the wall, arms crossed, observing everything with his usual quiet intensity.
Sunoo let out a small sigh of exhaustion—like this kind of atmosphere was far too familiar.
Jungwon, meanwhile, kept his eyes on his phone, pretending not to care at all, though the tension in the room said otherwise.
“What work does your father do?” Heeseung asked, his tone laced with feigned curiosity.
Before the scholarship student could even respond, Ni-ki leaned in slightly.
“Probably working at some cheap motel.”
Jay let out a loud laugh at that, clearly entertained.
“Ni-ki… let him speak,” Heeseung said, though the faint smirk on his lips betrayed that he was enjoying it just as much.
“What?” Ni-ki shrugged. “I’m not stopping him. He can speak—if he actually has a tongue.”
The words landed with deliberate mockery.
Ningning couldn’t take it anymore.
“Enough,” she snapped, her voice cutting through the room. “What is wrong with all of you? Just because someone is a scholarship student doesn’t mean they don’t deserve respect.”
Before anyone could respond, she grabbed the scholarship student’s hand.
And without hesitation, she walked him out of the room.
The door closed behind them.
Leaving the entire room in stunned silence.
Sunghoon finally spoke, though his gaze remained fixed out the window.
“You guys really crossed the line today, huh?”
“What do you mean, crossed the line?” Jay replied almost immediately. “A commoner shouldn’t be here.”
The room was still filled with voices—
Jay speaking, Sunghoon responding lowly, tension still hanging in the air like it had nowhere to go.
But neither you nor Heeseung were listening anymore.
Your gaze flickered up again.
And this time—
his eyes met yours.
For a brief second, everything else faded.
No noise. No people. No arguments.
Just that silence between you two that never really disappeared.
—
The moment stretched—
too long.
—
Then—
Bang.
The door slammed open.
Everyone turned.
Kang Minjae stood there, slightly out of breath, holding his phone up like it was urgent.
“I think you need to see this,” he said quickly.
The room shifted instantly.
The room was still filled with voices—
Jay speaking, Sunghoon responding lowly, tension still hanging in the air like it had nowhere to go.
But neither you nor Heeseung were listening anymore.
Your gaze flickered up again.
And this time—
his eyes met yours.
For a brief second, everything else faded.
No noise. No people. No arguments.
Just that silence between you two that never really disappeared.
⸻
The moment stretched—
too long.
—
Then—
Bang.
The door slammed open.
Everyone turned.
Kang Minjae stood there, slightly out of breath, holding his phone up like it was urgent.
—
The end.
Author’s note: “I know it’s been a long time since I last posted, so to make it up to you guys, I’ve written this fiction called Crown of Silence. I really hope you all like it. I’ll try to post regularly, or set a specific day for updates. I might have rushed the ending a bit, so please keep that in mind. Requests are open, and you can comment if you’d like to be added to the taglist. I’d also really appreciate your thoughts and opinions on this fic.”
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“Crown of silence.”
Pairing: Heeseung x reader
Synopsis: synopsis: one reckless dare turns into a public scandal, forcing two ex-lovers back into each other’s lives in an elite university where reputation matters more than truth.
Tags: exes to lovers, elite university!au, chaebol!au, social hierarchy, scandal, mystery, angst, morally grey characters, rich kids drama, public image, elite friend groups, slow burn
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“Crown Of Silence.”
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Pairing: Heeseung x reader
Synopsis: At an elite university where reputation is everything, one reckless dare pulls Y/N and Heeseung—former lovers with a history neither of them admits—back into each other’s orbit. When a private mistake turns into a public scandal, the fragile balance of power, status, and silence begins to collapse, exposing secrets the elite world was never meant to see.
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Let’s dive into the story:
“You know whenever I look at you, you remind me of someone.”
The silence that followed ruined everything.
An elite university.
A leaked video.
A past relationship no one was supposed to know about.
And secrets powerful enough to destroy reputations overnight.
COMING SOON.
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Author’s note: “I know it’s been a long time since I last posted, and I honestly feel terrible about disappearing for so long. To make it up to you all, I came back with a brand new Heeseung series. It’s inspired by a drama, but I’ll be adding my own storyline and twists to make it unique in my own way. If you’d like to be added to the taglist for this series, feel free to comment!”
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“It’s not like before.”
(Heeseung x reader)
Disclaimer:
This story contains explicit sexual content and adult themes. It is intended for readers aged 18 and above. All characters are fictional, and any resemblance to real people is purely coincidental. Reader discretion is advised.
Let’s dive into the story:
It’s been days since then.
Surprisingly, you and Heeseung still haven’t had sex.
That was the last time.
10th February…
You counted the days—because why wouldn’t you? You missed the intimacy, the connection you felt with him, the closeness you shared.
It wasn’t just about pleasure.
You both still cuddled together, even made out heavily, but you needed more than that.
You needed to feel that connection again.
The reason you hadn’t done it until now?
Work.
Both of your schedules had been overwhelming, and making time felt impossible—especially these days, even when you desperately wanted to.
On top of that, you hadn’t even gone on a date. It had been ages.
You tried talking to him, but he couldn’t listen—he was working at the time. You knew he wasn’t doing it intentionally, but it still stung.
A lot more than you’d like to admit.
The chemistry between you two almost seemed to be fading lately.
—
Today, you wanted it all to end.
You decided you would talk to him as soon as he got home.
You sat impatiently on the living room couch, your foot tapping restlessly against the floor.
The only sounds filling the room were the soft patter of raindrops outside and the quiet thuds of your foot hitting the ground.
You glanced at the clock.
12:00 a.m.
He was probably going to be late again—work must have been heavier than usual.
You bit your lip nervously.
“Should I just go to sleep?” you thought.
You shook your head immediately.
No.
If not today, then never.
You had to end this cycle.
You stared at the phone for a while before closing it and setting it beside you.
Your hands clenched tightly.
His messages… were drier.
Not like before.
A slow, sinking thought crept in—
What if he’s lost interest in me?
You glanced at your wedding photo, the two of you smiling together, and your chest tightened.
After a moment, you took a deep breath and decided to text him.
You stared at the phone for a while before closing it and setting it beside you.
Your hands clenched tightly.
His messages… were drier.
Not like before.
A slow, sinking thought crept in—
What if he’s lost interest in me?
You glanced at your wedding photo, the two of you smiling together, and your chest tightened.
Things hadn’t changed dramatically between the two of you—they changed slowly, painfully.
You still missed the old version of yourselves.
The way you would talk for hours without even realizing it.
Or your playful, teasing banter.
None of that happened anymore.
It felt like living with a roommate, not your husband.
A tear rolled down your cheek without you even realizing.
This time, you didn’t stop the tears.
How did things between the two of you change so suddenly?
Had you done something wrong that left him upset?
But you couldn’t remember doing anything.
Suddenly, the sound of the front door opening broke the silence.
It was Heeseung.
You quickly wiped away your tears and stood, offering a soft smile to greet him—but he just brushed past you.
It struck your heart like thunder.
You didn’t know whether you should follow him or just stay where you were.
In the end, you decided to follow him.
—
You trailed him back to your shared bedroom.
He removed his hoodie, revealing his bare torso.
Slowly, he slid his jeans off, leaving him in nothing but his boxers.
You?
You just stared for a moment before looking away.
He didn’t seem to notice.
Or so you thought.
Y-you’re going to take a shower?” you asked, still looking away.
Your breathing was noticeably heavy.
“No,” he said quietly.
“Then why did you s-strip—?” you started, disbelief written all over your face, before finally looking at him.
That’s when you noticed him—flaunting the noticeable bulge beneath his boxers.
A faint blush rose to your cheeks, and you could feel your neck heating up.
He leaned closer, his lips deliberately brushing against your ear.
Finally, he spoke, low and deliberate: “Baby, it’s been forty-three days since I last took you…”
Your breath hitched.
“You counted the days?”
He hummed in agreement.
But why?” you finally managed to ask.
“Can’t I remember the last time my wife screamed my name?” he teased.
His lips were now brushing against your neck, leaving wet kisses all over your cheek.
“Gonna be a good girl for me, hmm?”
You nodded, desperately.
“Gonna take my cock… like a good little wife?”
He slowly laid you on the bed.
He parted your knees deliberately.
He removed his boxers, his cock pressing against his stomach.
The tip was red and dripping… just for you.
He leaned closer, his presence overwhelming, his gaze fixed on you.
You could feel your heartbeat thudding in your chest, every nerve on fire with anticipation.
His hand brushed lightly against your arm, then lingered, making your breath catch.
“Relax… just for me,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing.
You shivered, caught between wanting to pull away and wanting to melt into him, your mind racing as the tension between you two grew unbearable.
A whimper escaped your lips.
He looked at you with an intense gaze, and a shiver ran down your spine.
“Baby, why don’t you strip for me, hmm?” he said, low and deliberate.
You gulped and were about to remove your shirt when he grasped your wrist, stopping you.
“Let me do it,” he said darkly.
His eyes were darkened, filled with nothing but lust.
He hooked his fingers under the fabric and lifted it slowly, revealing your skin inch by inch. The cool air brushed over your stomach, your ribs, and finally, as the shirt cleared your head, your breasts, restrained in a cotton bra.
He settled between your thighs, his cock heavy and hot against your entrance—but he didn’t push in.
He just rocked there, slow, dragging himself through your wetness, coating himself, nudging your clit with every pass until soft whimpers spilled from your lips, your nails digging into his shoulders.
“Beg for it,” he said sharply.
You whimpered.
He tilted his head slightly, his gaze locking onto yours, intense and unwavering.
You tried to speak, but all that left your lips was another broken whimper.
He chuckled.
Several minutes later, you finally managed to whisper, “P-please.”
He nudged the tip of his cock harder against your overstimulated clit—still, he didn’t push inside.
Not even an inch.
“Baby,” he murmured, voice low, “I know you can try harder.”
“P-please, Hee,” you said again, this time louder.
He finally pushed the tip of his cock inside you.
You whimpered.
He slowly thrust deeper—stretching you open, filling you so perfectly that your eyes rolled back.
He was buried to the hilt.
“Fuck,” he choked out. “So tight… so warm… missed this so much.”
He stilled inside you, letting you feel every inch, every throb. His lips found yours—it was messy, desperate, tongues sliding together like they were starving.
Then he rolled his hips.
He began thrusting deeply, hips circling when he was fully inside, grinding against your clit until sobs of his name spilled from your lips.
He murmured, voice thick, “Let me hear you, darling.”
You came hard, clenching around him so tightly.
He groaned loudly as your walls clenched around his cock again.
He thrust again, deep and slow.
Then he followed after you, coming inside you. His hips stuttered as he buried himself as deep as he could, spilling inside you with a broken moan of your name.
He stayed inside you for a moment, then pulled out slowly, deliberately, teasing you.
You shivered, chest heaving, skin still tingling from him. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.
He picked something up from the bedside table—you didn’t know if it was a tissue or a towel, because you were too exhausted to care.
He gently cleaned you, occasionally pressing soft kisses to your skin.
After he finished, he tossed the thing aside.
He pressed a small but deep kiss to your temple… then to your lips.
“Sleep well, baby,” he whispered, a low murmur against your ear.
He lay beside you, letting your head rest on his bare chest. You could feel his heart beating softly beneath your ear.
It felt like home…
His hands gently ran through your hair.
You murmured sleepily, “Don’t leave me.”
He smiled softly and said, “I wouldn’t.”
It didn’t take long before you fell asleep like that.
Early in the morning, you woke up.
You reached for the side of the bed, hoping to feel Heeseung—but there was no one.
The other side of the bed was cold…
Your eyes snapped open.
He said he wouldn’t leave…
The end.
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Author’s Note: “I’ve wanted to post this for a long time, but I kept putting it off… mostly because I was too lazy to finish it. Now it’s finally up, and I hope you all enjoy it! Requests are open, and if you want to be added to the tag list, just leave a comment.”
how i feel after writing 7k words of literal porn
“No Escape.”
(Heeseung x reader)
Disclaimer:
This fic contains sexual content, mature themes, strong language, dominance/submission dynamics, pet names, and references to kink. It is intended for readers 18+ only. Reader discretion is strongly advised.
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Let’s dive into the story:
It was a quiet, peaceful Saturday afternoon. You and Heeseung were curled up on the living room couch, watching Scream together. After months of begging him to watch it with you, finally having him agree filled you with a quiet satisfaction.
His hand rested on your waist, brushing close to your chest, while your head leaned against his shoulder. The steady thump of his heartbeat under your ear was comforting, grounding you in the moment. And yet… your thighs tingled for a different reason. Not just from being close to him—though that played a part—but because your mind was imagining Heeseung wearing that mask and fucking you raw.
You let out a small, needy sigh while biting your lip softly—he noticed, of course; he noticed everything about you. He could tell you were getting more and more aroused, but he didn’t move.
Neither of you were really paying attention to the movie anymore.
It had been a while, and you couldn’t take it anymore. You pulled away, lifting your gaze to meet his dark, intense eyes. He looked like a predator sizing up his prey, every movement deliberate, every glance sharp and hungry.
You felt his hand inching closer to your inner thighs. He didn’t need to be told; one single look from you was enough for him to understand exactly what you meant. A sinful smirk tugged at the very corner of his lips, sharp and knowing.
His hand hovered near the edge of your shorts, but you stopped him—not because you didn’t want him, but because you wanted him in a different way.
You swallowed, your pulse racing, and finally whispered, “Heeseung… I want you to wear it.”
His eyebrows rose slightly, just enough to show surprise, though the smirk never left his lips. “Wear what?” he asked, his voice low, teasing, as if already guessing.
You felt your cheeks heat up, but your eyes didn’t leave his. “That mask… the one from Scream,” you murmured, voice trembling just enough to make him lean in closer.
“Beg for it,” Heeseung murmured, his voice low and edged with that teasing command.
Please,” you gasped, your voice trembling with need.
“Beg properly for me, daddy,” Heeseung murmured softly, his tone commanding yet intimate, making your pulse race even faster.
Suddenly, your voice grew more desperate, your body trembling with need as every nerve seemed to hum with anticipation.
Heeseung’s dark eyes roamed over you, taking in every shiver, every small gasp. A small, knowing smirk tugged at his lips, like he was enjoying the show far more than he should. He leaned closer, letting the heat of his presence wash over you, making it impossible to think straight.
“You’re trembling,” he murmured, voice low and teasing. “Do you want me to wear it now?”
Your breath hitched, and you nodded, unable to form words. The thought of him in that mask made your chest tighten in a way you hadn’t expected.
Heeseung chuckled softly, almost a growl, as his smirk widened. “That’s what I thought,” he whispered, his hand brushing your hair from your face. “You’ve wanted this for a long time, haven’t you?”
You bit your lip, nodding again, the need and anticipation pooling in your stomach like electricity. His hand traced gentle circles along your side, just enough to make you shiver, his gaze never leaving yours.
The tension between you thickened, heavy and electric, each second stretching into an eternity. You could feel that moment—the moment before fantasy became reality—humming with its own dangerous, thrilling energy.
Heeseung’s smirk never wavered as he studied you, like he could see right into your thoughts. Every shiver, every desperate glance, every tiny quiver of your lips only seemed to amuse him more.
“You’ve imagined this, haven’t you?” he murmured, his voice a mix of teasing and curiosity. “All those times you thought no one was watching…”
You swallowed hard, heat rising to your cheeks, but you didn’t deny it. There was no need—he could tell anyway. That quiet confidence, the way he could read you so effortlessly, made your chest tighten.
He leaned closer, so close you could feel his breath on your skin. “And now… you want me to make it real,” he whispered, letting his words hang heavy in the air. “Is that it?”
Your lips parted, a soft, needy gasp escaping before you could stop it. Nodding slightly, you let your desire speak for you, because words weren’t enough anymore.
A slow, deliberate chuckle rumbled from him. “Good girl,” he murmured, tracing a finger along your jawline. “I love it when you tell me exactly what you want.”
The room seemed to shrink around the two of you, the movie long forgotten on the screen. All that existed was the quiet tension between you—the pull of anticipation, the unspoken understanding, and the thrill of what was coming next.
Heeseung’s smirk never wavered as he studied you, like he could see right into your thoughts. Every shiver, every desperate glance, every tiny quiver of your lips only seemed to amuse him more.
“You’ve imagined this, haven’t you?” he murmured, his voice a mix of teasing and curiosity. “All those times you thought no one was watching…”
You swallowed hard, heat rising to your cheeks, but you didn’t deny it. There was no need—he could tell anyway. That quiet confidence, the way he could read you so effortlessly, made your chest tighten.
He leaned closer, so close you could feel his breath on your skin. “And now… you want me to make it real,” he whispered, letting his words hang heavy in the air. “Is that it?”
Your lips parted, a soft, needy gasp escaping before you could stop it. Nodding slightly, you let your desire speak for you, because words weren’t enough anymore.
A slow, deliberate chuckle rumbled from him. “Good girl,” he murmured, tracing a finger along your jawline. “I love it when you tell me exactly what you want.”
The room seemed to shrink around the two of you, the movie long forgotten on the screen. All that existed was the quiet tension between you—the pull of anticipation, the unspoken understanding, and the thrill of what was coming next.
A sharp gasp tore from your lips before you could stop it. Fear shot through you, sudden and overwhelming, and your instincts kicked in before your mind could catch up. You turned on your heel and started running, bare feet slapping softly against the floor as your heart pounded wildly in your chest.
“Wait—” his voice came from behind the mask, distorted and low, but panic drowned it out.
You rushed down the hallway, breath uneven, pulse roaring in your ears. Every shadow felt like it was moving, every sound making you flinch. You could hear footsteps behind you—slow, unhurried, like he wasn’t chasing you… but letting you run.
That realization sent another shiver down your spine.
You reached the end of the hallway and stopped abruptly, realizing there was nowhere left to go. The lights flickered faintly, casting eerie shapes on the walls as you turned around, chest rising and falling rapidly.
And there he was.
Standing a few steps away, tall and still, the Ghostface mask tilted slightly to the side as if he were studying you—watching every shaky breath, every nervous movement.
Your fear mixed with anticipation in a way that made your knees feel weak, the tension so thick it felt like the air itself was holding its breath.
You stood frozen in place, back pressed lightly against the wall, your breath coming out in shallow gasps. Your heart was racing so loudly you were sure he could hear it through the mask. Every instinct told you to move, to do something—but your body refused to listen.
He took a slow step forward.
Then another.
Each step was deliberate, unhurried, like he knew you had nowhere left to go. The mask tilted slightly again, almost curious, and that familiar chill ran down your spine. What unsettled you most wasn’t the darkness or the mask—it was the fact that this was your own husband standing in front of you, watching you like this.
“Your own husband scares you now, baby?” his voice came through the mask, low and calm, sending another shiver through you.
You swallowed hard, nodding despite yourself. Your fingers curled into the fabric of your shirt as you tried to steady your breathing. “You— you didn’t have to do that,” you whispered, though there was no real accusation in your tone.
He stopped just a step away, close enough that you could feel his presence, his warmth, grounding you even in the dark. “You asked for it,” he murmured softly. “Didn’t you?”
The words settled between you, heavy and intimate. Slowly, the fear began to melt into anticipation, your pulse still racing—but now for a different reason.
The mask wasn’t just a mask anymore.
It was him.
And he was exactly where you wanted him to be.
Your breathing slowly began to steady as you stood there, eyes locked on the hollow stare of the mask. The initial fear lingered, but it softened, melting into something warmer, heavier. You knew that presence. You knew him. Even like this.
He lifted a hand slowly, deliberately, giving you time—time to pull away if you wanted to. You didn’t.
“Look at you,” he murmured through the mask, voice quieter now, almost reassuring. “Still standing. Still right here.”
His thumb brushed lightly against your wrist, grounding, familiar. That simple touch was enough to remind you that this wasn’t danger—it was control, chosen and shared.
Your shoulders relaxed just a little. “You scared me,” you whispered, not accusing—just honest.
A soft exhale left him, almost a chuckle. “I know,” he said. “But you trusted me anyway.”
The air between you felt thick again, not with fear this time, but anticipation. His presence was steady, confident, wrapping around you without needing to touch you any further.
“Come here,” he said gently.
And you did—one careful step at a time—because even with the mask on, even with your heart still racing, you knew exactly who was waiting for you underneath it.
Before you could even process what was happening, he scooped you up effortlessly, tossing you over his shoulder like you weighed nothing at all and he slapped your ass. A surprised gasp left your lips as he started toward the bedroom, ignoring your half-hearted protests and the small slaps you landed against his back—doing absolutely nothing to slow him down.
If anything, they only made him chuckle softly through the mask as he carried you away.
He swung the bedroom door open and gave it a sharp kick closed with his foot. Before you could even react, he tossed you onto the bed, landing with a soft thud. Within seconds, he was hovering over you, his presence pressing down, magnetic and impossible to ignore.
The mask hid his expression, but the weight of his gaze and the deliberate control in his movements made your chest tighten in a way you hadn’t expected.
He leaned closer, the mask mere inches from your face. You could feel his warmth, the faint brush of air as he breathed, and your pulse raced uncontrollably.
“Look at you,” he murmured, voice low and teasing, “all of this… and you still can’t take your eyes off me.”
You shivered, a mix of nerves and anticipation twisting in your chest. The mask made him look untouchable, yet familiar, dangerous yet undeniably him. Every instinct screamed at you—run, resist, but you couldn’t move.
His hand hovered near yours, not touching, just letting you feel the proximity. “I could leave you here,” he whispered, “or I could stay… your choice, if you’re brave enough to tell me.”
Your breath hitched, caught somewhere between excitement and the lingering remnants of fear. The room felt smaller, the tension heavier, every second stretching endlessly as you waited for him to make the next move.
Suddenly, he tossed the mask aside, revealing his face, glistening with sweat, and it hit you—he looked hotter than ever. Your stomach twisted, and your thighs clenched almost instinctively, your body betraying you despite your attempt to stay composed.
——
His lips and yours colliding and your tongues fighting. His hands were in all the right places, the lighting just low enough. He was so sexy in everything he did. From his looks to the way he just carried himself. His hands on your hips and his lips against yours put you in some kind of trance, made you feel a way about him you never felt before. He pulls back, his tongue licking up the bit of your saliva off his bottom lip. He looks you up and down as if taking in what he's got to work with.
He kisses down your neck, hands rising under your shirt to the sensitive area where your ribs are. Assertive. Just like you've always craved. You feel his tongue and teeth occasionally scrape across your neck as his lips trailed. You give him totally control, control to kiss, to guide, undress, move, arrange you. He ditches your top, leaving it on his floor. His hands grope your chest, squeezing and admiring the cute bra you'd had on.
"Fuck, baby..”
You were utterly flustered, taken over with attraction. He tosses your bra aside to join the spot with your shirt in the floor. You felt vulnerable under his presence, like you can sense his want for you, his hunger. His lips are quickly at your tits, sucking and kissing one while his fingers work the other. This really was the first time you'd felt something like this, you couldn't help but slip a small whimper.
He was so much bigger than you, not just height but frame wise. It was overwhelming in the hottest way. He leaves small purple marks on your boobs, his mouth putting in work. He even had technique, spitting and swirling with his tongue. He rises, a string of saliva connecting his lips to your nipple splitting as he does.
“You wet baby?”
His voice was so addicting, the smoothness of it sending pulses of pleasure straight to your pussy. You nod with a pathetic whine, your hips subtly stuttering. He bites his lip seeing you barely able to keep yourself together. He grips his cock through his sweats, the outline undeniable. He was showing off, displaying his delicious size to you.
“You want this, baby..?”
Your eyes dart from his bulge to back his face and you nodded eagerly.
“Uh huh, words baby..”
“You…I want it.” You said in a low stuttering tone.
He flips his shirt off to reveal his toned chest and abs, a dark and trimmed trail of hair leading to his pants that was a contrast from the soft maroon red locks on his head. He moves forward to guide you back onto the bed, his frame completely covering yours from above. His skilled hands slip into your pj shorts, feeling you ruined panties. You were wet to an absurd amount, unable to control your attraction to him. He felt how puffy and soaked it all was, grinning slightly with pride knowing he's the one making you feel this way.
His fingers teasingly go up and down your slit over your panties, not giving you the exact friction or relief you need. His name rolls off your tongue in pleads. He pulls his hand out to tug down your shorts. He keeps your soaked underwear on for now, liking the sight of it. He spits on it just to make a further mess, using it to rub your clit. His fingers were so long and thick compared to you, the pad of his pinky would've been enough. He preferred his index and middle.
"You gonna be able to handle me, pretty?" he chuckles breathlessly, tucking some hair behind your ear.
You nodded eagerly, after all you have been waiting for this moment.
“Yea? You gonna be a good girl and take me, hmm?”
His hands go to the waistband of his sweats as he takes them off. His boxers looked tight in the groin, his huge outline tenting them to an absurd degree. He looks himself up and down, then you, comparing the sizes.
He slides down your panties, taking in your wetness with a groan. Your pussy was drooling and throbbing, begging for his attention. He tugs down his boxers now, his length hard as steel and standing upright. It slapped against his hard abs as it came out. It was long and thick, prominent veins running up the shaft to his tip that was red with need and weeping precum.
The base had more trimmed raven hairs. Its size looked comical next to you. He puts your legs on his shoulders, putting himself up against you. He lets a glob of saliva run off his tongue onto his cock, stroking it to spread it around. He runs the head up and down your slit, making you gasp.
Despite the fact that he does fit inside you very well, you still can’t help and wonder what if he doesn’t fit inside?
“It…it will f-fit?” You asked him stuttering desperately
“Yeah, it will fit like always. You’ll have to adjust, baby.”
He slides in slightly, even the subtle inch he put in already felt like a lot. Just a lot more of those to go. He goes in another two, making you gasp again but this time louder. He groans at the tight and hot feeling. Hes not looking at where you connect, not your tits or your spread legs. His eyes stare directly into yours, his brows furrowed and jaw locked. Another hip roll shoves more of himself in you. He starts moving back and forth now, the slick of your pussy helping him fit.
He cursed under his breath because the stretch was delicious.
He buries the rest in. A moan is drawn from your throat at the intrusion. You can feel your canal being dilated to let him stay. Your chest rose and fell rapidly, your breath stolen by the helpless noises you made. Little by little he starts to move again, his hips rolling rather than just pounding. The curve of his dick hits every sweet spot inside you. You already knew you wouldn’t be able to walk by tomorrow.
He has one foot planted and the other on the bed for a deeper angle. You swear you can feel him in your stomach, his body taking over yours. He entered this consistent rhythm that made you feel amazing. You could feel yourself throbbing around him, pulling him in deeper and deeper like a trap. Your legs twitch on his shoulders, his hand gentle on your ankle. His other hand spread palm down on your tummy and adding small pressure.
You barely have the strength to look down at where you two connected. All you could see was a creamy and delicious mess between your legs where he was repeatedly thrusting like a machine, his length making a bulge in your stomach. The sight made you pulse harder, squeeze him tighter, give up the effort used in your neck to lift it up and placing your head back against the pillow.
His hand moves up from your stomach to your chest, his thumb circling your nipple absentmindedly. Your back arches off the bed at the sensitivity.
“Ahh…too much…hee.” You gasped desperately.
“No, baby. You will take it, you always do.”
You feel an ever so tightening knot inside you getting closer and closer to snapping. Goosebumps grew across your body, feeling hot and cold at the same time. You put a weak hand against his lower abs, not putting in any honest effort. He swats it away like nothing. The feeling continues to build and Heeseung won't let you stop it.
“Look at me in the eyes, sweetheart.” He commanded.
His voice made it clear that he expected you to obey him without hesitation.
Your eyes shoot up to his at his command. Just the connection like this made your resolve crumble. Your jaw dropped at this feeling in you, the feeling of that knot unwinding.
“Make a mess on my dick, hmm.”
And make a mess you do. You squeeze him tightly like your body wants him buried. Your toes curl and you're unable to stay quiet. He continues to look at you, his eyes filled with that same expression of power. Power he had over you.
You're limp on the sheets as he continues, him chasing his own orgasm now. Your overstimulated pussy stayed clenched tight around him. Small hiccups left your body and you felt completely cock drunk.
You can see him start to sweat a little more now, his abs flexing harder. "Fuck... gonna make me cum..." he moans, his head falling back. His breathing gets heavier and his movements more eractic. With a grunt he buries himself halfway, spurting out his seed. He thrusts a few more times before pulling out and letting the liquid ooze.
You both are left panting and trying to catch your breath, but it was amazing.
—
The room slowly settled into silence, broken only by the sound of uneven breathing as you both lay there, staring up at the ceiling. Your body still felt warm, oversensitive, every nerve humming faintly beneath your skin. The intensity from earlier hadn’t fully faded—it lingered in the air, heavy and unmistakable, like it had soaked into the walls themselves.
Heeseung shifted beside you after a while. You felt the mattress dip as he sat up, then heard the quiet rustle of fabric as he pulled on his boxers. Something about the simple, ordinary sound made your chest tighten. It felt like a line being drawn—subtle, but definite.
You turned your head to look at him. “Where are you going?” you asked softly, your voice still a little breathless.
“In the kitchen,” he replied after a brief pause. His tone was calm, controlled—different from before. “I need to check something.”
There was no smile, no teasing remark. Before you could ask what he meant, or even say his name again, he was already walking away. His footsteps faded down the hallway, unhurried, deliberate. The door didn’t close loudly. Nothing about the way he left suggested anger or frustration.
And somehow, that made the silence worse.
You stayed there for a moment, unmoving, your gaze fixed on the spot where he’d disappeared. The shift in his behavior replayed in your mind, again and again. The warmth that had filled your chest earlier began to cool, replaced by a slow, creeping doubt.
Did I go too far?
Was I not enough?
The thought settled uncomfortably in your stomach. You told yourself you were overthinking—that there was no reason to feel like this—but the insecurity clung to you anyway, stubborn and unwelcome.
Minutes passed. Too many of them.
Eventually, the quiet became unbearable. You sat up, swinging your legs over the side of the bed, and stepped into the hallway to look for him. The house felt oddly still, darker than it should have been. When you reached the living room, you flicked the light switch on instinct.
Nothing.
Your heart skipped. You tried again, slower this time. Still nothing. A faint unease curled in your chest. You’d never liked the dark—it made your thoughts run wild, made every shadow feel heavier than it was.
You exhaled slowly and moved toward the window, fingers brushing against the curtains. You figured if you could just open them a little, let the streetlights in, you’d feel better. More grounded.
Just as your hand tightened around the fabric, the lamp on the side table clicked on.
You froze.
A sharp breath left your lips as you instinctively stepped back. The room was now dimly lit, shadows stretching long across the walls, unfamiliar and distorted. Your heart raced as your eyes scanned the space, searching for him.
But there was no sign of Heeseung.
The living room felt different now—smaller, tighter, like the air itself had grown heavier. The calm from earlier was completely gone, replaced by a quiet, unsettling tension that crawled beneath your skin. You swallowed, suddenly aware of every sound, every breath, every second that passed.
Something about this moment felt deliberate.
And deep down, you knew you weren’t alone.
You slowly turned around, your heart pounding as you searched the dimly lit room for any sign of him.
You barely had time to register the solid presence in front of you before you walked straight into it.
A broad chest blocked your path.
Your breath caught as you froze, eyes trailing upward—only to meet the hollow, white stare of the mask.
You flinched instinctively, stumbling back as fear spiked through you. He stepped forward at the same time, unhurried, deliberate. Your knees bumped into the edge of the couch, throwing you off balance, and for a split second you thought you were going to fall.
But you didn’t.
His hand shot out, firm and steady, gripping your waist and pulling you back against him before you could hit the cushions. The contact grounded you instantly, his hold unyielding, unmistakable.
“Did I tell you to leave the bedroom?” he asked darkly through the mask, his voice low and controlled.
You swallowed, heart racing, breath uneven.
“I didn’t,” he continued, tilting his head slightly as if studying you. “So what are you doing out here, baby?”
The question lingered in the air, heavy and unsettling, as his grip tightened just enough to remind you that he had you—completely.
When you didn’t respond right away, a low chuckle slipped from him—soft, dark, almost like a warning. His grip at your waist didn’t loosen.
“Didn’t I tell you,” he said, his voice rougher now, huskier beneath the mask, “that I hate it when you don’t answer me, baby?”
The nickname didn’t sound affectionate this time. It landed heavier—mocking, deliberate—sending a shiver down your spine.
You swallowed, your mind taking a moment to catch up with your racing heart. His presence was overwhelming this close, the mask making it harder to read him, harder to ground yourself.
“It… it had been a while,” you finally said, voice quieter than you intended. “You were gone, so I thought I’d check on you.”
He didn’t reply right away.
Instead, he studied you in silence, the dim light catching on the edges of the mask as his gaze lingered. The pause felt intentional, stretching just long enough to make you second-guess yourself.
You nodded slightly under his stare, as if confirming your own words, your breath still uneven as the tension between you thickened once again.
He leaned closer to your neck, and you felt the cold hardness of the mask brush lightly against your skin. His sharp inhale sent a shiver down your spine.
You tried to step back, but there was nowhere to go. He moved closer, and suddenly you were trapped—pinned between the couch behind you and him.
The space between you had vanished completely. Your hands instinctively pressed against his bare chest, feeling the steady thump of his heartbeat beneath your palms. Every inhale, every movement, was magnified in the tight, tense space, leaving you acutely aware of his presence—and your own vulnerability.
His presence pressed down on you, unyielding and suffocating. The mask hovered over your neck, cold and unfeeling, every breath of his sending a shiver straight through your chest. You could feel the weight of him, the deliberate stillness that made it impossible to move.
Your hands remained on his chest, sensing the rhythm of his heartbeat, steady and insistent, a silent reminder that you were entirely within his control. The room felt smaller, darker, as if the walls themselves had closed in, leaving only the two of you.
He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. The silence was deliberate, heavy, almost suffocating, each second stretching longer than the last. Your pulse raced, your breath caught, and every instinct screamed that you couldn’t escape—even if you wanted to.
You tried to pull away, your chest heaving, legs trembling as adrenaline coursed through your veins. Panic clawed at your throat, and your pulse thundered in your ears. Every instinct screamed at you to run, to escape, but even as you sprinted down the dim hallway, the space around you felt smaller, tighter, closing in with every step.
He followed silently, deliberately, his presence looming like a shadow that could never be shaken. The sound of your own hurried breaths mixed with the quiet creak of the floorboards beneath your feet, and it only made the tension worse. You twisted, darted, searching for a corner, anything that might give you room—but the house, the walls, the very air seemed to conspire against you.
Before you could even process it, strong arms wrapped around you from behind, lifting you effortlessly over his shoulder. Your protests were muffled, weak, useless against his unyielding grip. For a brief, fleeting moment, fear and disbelief tangled in your chest—you realized there was no escape, no hiding, no out.
He carried you like that, every step purposeful, until the couch appeared before him. The motion was sudden, yet controlled—he set you down with precision, landing on the cushions, but you barely had time to catch your breath before he was above you.
Pinned beneath him, your body felt small and fragile, utterly exposed. His chest pressed against yours, his weight undeniable, his presence inescapable. Every beat of his heart beneath your palms, every measured breath, every subtle movement reminded you that this wasn’t just physical—it was complete dominance, a control you could neither fight nor flee.
The dim light traced the edges of the mask, cold and unfeeling, but it didn’t matter. You could feel the heat of him through it, the solidity of his form, the inevitability of his hold. Panic mixed with a strange, heavy tension in your chest, each breath shallow, each heartbeat loud in your ears.
It was just the two of you.
The world outside—the hallway, the lights, the air, even time itself—disappeared completely. There was no door, no light, no escape. Only him. Only this.
And beneath him, trapped and aware, you felt it fully: there was nothing that could save you.
Nothing.
You were entirely in his grasp.
And you knew… this was all there would ever be.
The End.
Author’s note: “Should there be a part two, hmm?”
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Author’s note: “Requests are open….”
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Just a thought I've been having 🦌
Need to get something off my chest. I didn't want to talk about Heeseung right now. But with so many conflicting opinions, I'm wondering if Heeseung DID want this?
If he did want a solo instantly—that is fine. But the timing of this happened so illogically, that I can't HELP but think about it. This is just a rant. So.
So, here is my version of the timeline:
It's 2025. Hee released dial tragedy, and it sounded really good. And that was around... summer(?). Heeseung thinks he is definitely ready for a solo album, but he needs to get Bad Desire, the concerts, and Knife over and done with.
Hee suggests his ideas to the team once they hit November. At this point, filming En O clock. He is ready to go. He thinks he can do it within a group, and this would be a point in his life that really boosts his artistry.
The label decides that he should wait—discussions start in December of what he should do—this may include renewals, schedules, and anything to do with his solo.
He gets told that this isn't possible with their schedule. Even then, Hee wants to try and negotiate this, and he properly fights to make an album of his own while being in the group. He gets called greedy and "putting his ambitions above the group," and Hee falls into doubt. He doesn't know what to do.
Cue conflict in his head, the day dreaming, and the zoning out. At this point, it's ending December. En O clocks are filmed, but Heeseung is deeply conflicted.
Spoke my mind.
It’s just too much to take in right now. My rabbit died last month in February, and I still miss him so much. Now, in March, Lee Heeseung is no longer a member of Enhypen. On top of that, a lot of other things are already happening in my life. It really hurts.
I respect his decision, but at the end of the day, I’m human too, and this is just too much for me to process right now. I still can’t believe it.
After looking into the situation and gathering information, I realized that the chances of Heeseung returning to Enhypen are very slim, even if Engenes protest. Situations like this are extremely rare in K-pop, especially when the company itself—HYBE—has officially confirmed it.
If we think about it logically rather than emotionally, once an official statement is released by both the company and the artist, it almost never gets reversed just because fans protest. Especially if the person himself truly wants to pursue something different.
It’s true that we don’t know whether the company forced him or not. But what if they didn’t? What if he genuinely wants to focus on himself and his own path? If you imagine being an ace—someone talented in so many ways—wouldn’t you also want the freedom to fully explore your own direction, even if you love your members?
So even though it hurts a lot, I think the best thing we can do is support him on his new journey. I’m a Heeseung bias and I always will be, so I understand how everyone is feeling right now. But still, guys…
Part of me wishes I could wake up tomorrow and realize this was all just a nightmare, and then come here and tell you all about the bad dream I had. But it isn’t a dream—and yeah, it really sucks.
Still, maybe we should try to look at it logically, not just emotionally. 🤍
One thing won’t change though: I’ll always post about Lee Heeseung no matter what. Whether he’s in Enhypen or walking his own path, I’ll keep supporting him and sharing content about him.
At the same time, I’m still suspicious and I can’t move on from this so easily. Even though I’m trying to look at this logically, part of me still can’t ignore the doubts.
Especially after hearing things like this:
“Heeseung didn’t decide to leave the group — he was forced to. He was seen crying and crashing out in a HYBE hallway, which makes it seem like it wasn’t his decision at all. On top of that, just a few days ago he was talking about the upcoming world tour and participating in activities and events like normal. It would be really strange for him to suddenly leave like that.”