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[jazzthatonewriterchick]

Pairing: Incubi!SatoSugu x F!Reader

Synopsis: In which you accidentally summon two demons when you get drunk one Hallow’s Eve at your village's festival. But not just any demons: incubi. Two very fine, very sexy, and very hungry incubi. And in order to be sexually "satisfied", they need you or else they’ll haunt you forever…but that may not be such a bad thing. 

Warnings: 18+ (MDNI); Demon!SatoSugu; No Curse AU; Medieval Times; Sëx Magic; Drunk!Listener; Dubcon; Dom!SatoSugu x sub!Reader; Edge Play; Degradation; Choking; Cum Play; Daddy Kink; Spanking; Unprotected DP; Oral w/ Analingus; Fingering; Tail Plugging; Double Deepthroat; Marking; Bruising; Breeding Kink; Creampie & Throatpie; Facials

Word Count: 12.7k

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer's Note: Howdy, y’all! I’m here with a spooky szn fic. I wrote this one last year, but I wanted to revise it. I’ve always LOVED writing fantasy smut so I hope y’all like this one! The inspiration for this comes from reading Kimberly Lemmings & y'all PLEASE GO READ HER SHIT!! SHE'S SO GOOD AT FANTASY SMUT FOR THE BLACK GIRLIES (and girls in general) -Jazz 💋💋

“Shot for the road, anyone?!” you holler at your friends, both old and those who you just met an hour ago, got drunk, and danced all night with. 

“I think you’ve had enough to drink, girl,” Nobara says, snatching your jug of addictive red berry wine from you. “You can’t even stand up!” 

You stick your tongue at her and try to prove her wrong by standing up from the barstool, but you nearly trip over your own two feet in your boots and have to grip the bar for balance. Nobara cracks a smile, snickering to herself as she sips her third beer of the night. “Lightweights” she chuckles. 

You gape at her, offended. “Hey, you’re the one who was pushin’ shots at me just an hour ago!” you scoff.

Bourbon shots infused with the tastes of pumpkin pie, caramel, and apple strudel. You may have overdone it by slugging down some berry wine too, but damn, can’t you live? This is a celebration!

You turn towards your other longtime besties that you’ve been celebrating all night with. “Yuji, Megumi, tell her to stop bullying me!” you shout, pouting your glossy lips at them. 

Megumi’s emo, I’m-too-good-for-this ass sits next to you, nursing the same Jack Daniels he’s been sipping on since he got here. “I’ve got nothin'm to do with this,” he grumbles. “I’m just waiting for this idiot to pass out so I can carry him home.” 

He juts a chin at the tall, muscular, pink-haired guy currently dancing around on the floor with the rest of the crowd, skirts spinning, boots stomping, and bodies twirling to the live band playing outside. “Y/N, come dance!” Yuji shouts, waving you towards him. “I need a dance partner!” 

You giggle, immediately moving to join him. But Nobara stops you, grabbing the skirts to your pretty, ruffled dress. “Nu-uh,” she says. “You need to get your ass home and in your bed before you pass out too.”

You turn to her, fixing your dress. It’s the kind that falls off the shoulders and exposes just a bit of cleavage, giving you a very sexy but classy look. You picked it out just for this occasion. “But it’s only midnight!” you whine like a child. “And it’s Hallow’s Eve. I haven’t even been out here long!” 

That’s a lie and Nobara knows it because she, Megumi, and Yuji have been with you since the festival began 6PM sharp…but everyone in your village knows that festivals don’t start until nightfall. That is when the drinks start flowing and the real entertainment begins. 

Hallow’s Eve is a big holiday in your small village and is considered the peak of autumn. A time of fun in your village…but it is also a time of caution. Traditionally, all of the villagers gather together in the town square to set up vendors, have costume contests, and drink at cheap prices. It is your way of building community and celebrating the holiday. 

But behind all of that fun is something less bright and cheery. Home-cooked goods are set beside statues and burial sites as offerings. Candles are lit. Garlic is set outside windows and on door knockers. The festival is shut down after midnight and everyone is home before dawn. 

Your village is very superstitious. Almost everyone here believes in ghosts, ghouls, and evil spirits. Hallow’s Eve is considered a night where all spirits and creatures are at their most powerful and rise from the depths of Hell to wreak havoc on those who do not heed warnings. 

But you don’t believe in that bullshit. You never have. When you come home at night, never have you been snatched up by a ghost or spooked by a demon. You work at your favorite herb shop making good money, date, pay your bills, and mind your business. You don’t indulge in any kind of superstitions that your fellow villagers do.

Besides, da fuck you look like cutting your Hallow’s Eve night short all because of some supernatural BS when you should be drinking, flirting, and forgetting about your ex?

“You’ve been out here since 6PM, you drunk!” Nobara argues. “And I won’t be dragging your ass home like I did last time at the summer solstice fest!” 

“Actually, that was me who dragged her home,” Megumi sassily replies. “You just carried her purse.” Nobara scoffs, rolling her one eye since the other is behind an eyepatch. “Oh, same thing! I still helped!” Megumi runs a hand through his spiked, black hair and tries to argue, but a jug of ale slamming onto the bar stops him. 

“Leave the girl alone, Nobara,” Yuji scoffs, coming over to the table for a drink “Besides, she still has to look for some fun to take home tonight." He turns to you grinning. "Give me the deets, girl! You scoop up a hot guy yet?"

“Why, thank you,” you giggle, twirling your hair. “And no, definitely not in this tiny ass town." Yuji laughs into his drink. “Totally agree. You won’t be finding your next prospect here in this dump.” Nobara titters, winking at you. “That’s why I travel.” 

You don’t want to tell them that you won’t travel just for a quick fuck and that every single one of your prospects in your little village have been lackluster or below average in the bedroom.

"But you need a hot guy to replace your garbage ex,” Yuji scoffs. “Honey, that man wasn’t anything short of trash!” The buzz from the alcohol suddenly dissipates a bit, leaving you feeling tired. “Tell me about it,” you grumble. 

Megumi and Nobara glare at Yuji and if looks could kill, he'd be dead. "Read the room, Itadori," Megumi whispers. Yuji gasps, covering his mouth. “Oops! My bad, Y/N, I wasn't thinking.” 

You crack a smile despite your stomach flipping at the mention of your ex who dumped your ass almost a year ago for a new prospect in the next town over. As a traveling writer looking for his new big break, your ex often told you stories of women who flirted with him…but you didn’t expect it to work one day. 

After two years of dating, he came to you, admitted that he wasn’t happy, and a week later, you found him on the front page of the newspaper with a famous singer’s daughter. You were devastated, to say the least. Even more so when you realized just how toxic, immature, and horrible of a lover he really was. 

After that, you bounced from guy to guy, dating some, fucking some, ghosting some or some ghosting you. You’re tired of hitting and missing. If you don't get something that knocks your socks off, you don't want it. Life is too short for mediocre romance and sex. 

“It’s cool,” you say to Yuji. “Plus, I’ve done the dating and hookup thing. It’s all getting old for me. I want someone who’s really gonna satisfy me, y’know? Someone exciting. Someone who will make every boring man in this town look subpar.” 

Nobara snorts, tossing an arm around you and squeezing you close to her blouse. “I don’t know about that one, but if you want romance, there's always a love potion you can buy."

You down the rest of your wine before slipping out of Nobara’s hold and grabbing your cloak. “Aaaand on that note, I’m headin’ home. Thanks for tonight, y’all! I’ll see y’all in the afterlife.”

Yuji swoops in on you and wraps you up in a big, sweaty hug. “Be careful out there, Y/N!” he yells in your ear over the music. “Ya never know what’s out there.” 

Your friends bid you farewell before you leave the cramped tavern and travel through the throng of vendors, entertainers, and guests meandering among the closed-off streets coated in orange streamers, carved pumpkins, and colorful leaves. The air is crisp and fresh with autumn and the night is dark, only lit by some gas lamps lining the streets. 

“Hon, you don’t have to follow me,” you say, not even turning around. “I literally live right up the road.” You can sense Nobara behind you despite her quiet footfall in her ankle boots. You opted for the sexy knee-high boots to pick somebody up, but that plan fell through. 

“No, it’s not that,” she argues, catching up with you to stand by your side. “I wanted us to chat! Real talk, Y/N, and be honest: do you really not wanna date anymore after your ex?” 

You keep your eyes trained on the trail as the festival gives way to quiet businesses closed for the night. “It’s not that, but he’s part of it. I don’t wanna waste my time and get hurt like that again.” You cross your arms under your cloak where your leather clutch is, hugging yourself. 

“Then what about just sticking to sex?” Nobara asks. “When’s the last time you hooked up with a guy?”

You heavily sigh, depressed by the thought. You gave up on all of this a month ago and haven’t been with any guy since. “A month ago and that was all I needed to see that hookup culture ain’t for me anymore. He was awful! He didn’t even try to get me off and had the nerve to use my shower without asking when he was done bending me over.” 

Nobara giggles despite your sob story. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t want good sex. I want great sex! I want someone to take me on a bed and make me see God.” 

Though you manage to get yourself off fine, your fingers and erotic books can only do so much for a girl. You feel like you’ve been failing miserably without sex…especially sex with a partner who is interested in pleasing YOU, not just themselves. 

“Well, that’s a testimony if I ain’t heard one before,” Nobara laughs, her footfalls falling in line with yours on the cobblestone. You nod, looking up at the clear, starry sky above. “I guess I’m just….waiting. I’m tired of searching and getting disappointed.” 

Nobara stops suddenly and so do you, turning to her. She places a comforting hand on your shoulder and squeezes. “Well, just know that you deserve better than anyone I know.”

You smile at your friend and press a kiss on her cheek. “I’ll take that with me on the way home.” You turn, walking away with a click of your boots. “And don’t follow me! I’m a big girl!” 

Nobara listens and watches you trot away down the path to your home. But just as you’re about to turn the corner to go through the woods, she stops you. “Y/N!” she calls. You turn, looking at her expectantly. Her lips press into a thin line. “Just be careful, okay?” 

You scoff, cocking your head at her. “Oh, not you too! Is the town's superstition rubbing off on you?”

You laugh, but Nobara doesn’t. “Look, I’m just saying! It’s Hallow’s Eve and you know people can get crazy…plus, you never know what’s lurking out there.” 

She looks into the woods, her expression uncertain and…scared. You’ve never seen her look like that before. But then again, living in a village where people believe in the supernatural will condition you. You strut towards your friend and hug her close to your body.

“Kusaki, I’m fine. I’m just up the road and I promise I’ll go around the deep, dark, scary woods. Now go back and scoop Yuji up.” You release her and give her a wink before strutting off down the path, your boots clicking across the cobblestone.

“Hey,” she calls after you. “If you happen to see a hot piece of ass on the way home, take him back with you.” You turn around and blow her a kiss. “Will do! I’ll make sure to send him to you when I’m done!”

She laughs and waves to you as you depart, heading home along the trail, not knowing who...or what...is about to come for you. 

***************

As you walk on the trail back home in the dead of night, you feel a pang of guilt for your words to Nobara. They could damn well be the last words you ever say to her.

You feel bad for lying to your friend, but the last thing you need is a lecture or to be afraid of a trail you’ve taken thousands of times. The trail cutting the woods is easier than going around it, so you find yourself doing just that, humming a tune as you do. 

You don’t pay attention to how the forest looks like something out of a horror film, like how the leafless branches on the trees look like skeletal fingers stretching towards the sky or how the stars are now behind ominous clouds that hang above you like— 

CRUNCH.  

You skid to a stop, looking behind you. All that moves are the branches in the autumn breeze. Could that have been you? Maybe you stepped on a branch you didn’t see. 

Though a bit frazzled, you continue on your way until you hear distant voices. As you get closer, the trees give way to a clearing where five kids decked out in Halloween costumes stand. “Fuck,” you sigh. Just what you need tonight. And it’s just a coincidence that this is happening on your trail home. 

You conceal yourself behind a nearby tree, peeking through the leaves. Four are standing in a circle while the other stands in the middle of some kind of drawing in the grass. You can’t make out what it is, but you know that it’s suspicious. Any kid outside past midnight is up to no good.

“No, no, Billy!” one of the kids dressed as a vampire yells. “You’re supposed to pour the pig’s blood before you say the words!” 

Billy, the big kid in the middle wearing a devil costume, turns towards the vampire, holding a bucket. “Shut up! I know what the fuck I’m doin’!” 

You come out from behind the tree and walk towards them as they bicker. “Hey,” you say, putting some bass in your voice. “What are y’all doing?” 

Each boy looks toward you, shocked to see you there. Billy scoffs, smirking at you with a face full of freckles. ”None of your business, grandma.” The vampire and poorly-made werewolf snicker at their friend. Billy must be the leader. 

“Grandma?” You scoff, putting a hand on your hip. “What are you, eight? Obviously, since you’re still wearin’ costumes at your big age.” 

Now all four of the boys, including a cowboy and a bedsheet ghost, laugh. Billy turns as red as his cape. “Shut up!” he snaps. “I said get lost or you’ll be sorry.” He glowers at you, tossing the bucket aside. 

You aren’t at all fazed. “Bitch, I live over here. This is how I get home and I’m not about to let some knuckleheads terrorize my neighborhood with…” You motion a hand over them. “Whatever this is.” 

“It’s just a game,” the ghost says. “That’s all we’re doing.” You raise a brow at him. “What kind of game? One that calls for pig’s blood and some type of speech?” 

The boys grow quiet, especially when Billy slips a pocket knife out of his cape. “I said. Get lost, lady. Now. Or I’ll gut you like a—“ 

“No, you get lost,” you growl, trying to sound and look as menacing as possible. “And take your little friends with you. My mother is a witch and I know some speeches myself that can make your eyes bleed and your skin peel.” 

Billy scoffs and defiantly rolls his eyes, but when you begin to chant something in a nonsense language, he just about shits himself. “Shit, man, run!” the cowboy yells as he and the others take off. Billy stares at you wide-eyed before finally running off, leaving the bucket. 

Once they’re gone, you stop chanting and laugh. “Idiots,” you chuckle. Now alone, you check out the scenery for yourself and walk towards the drawing. It is big, crude, and written in red liquid with multiple lines, each one connecting into a big star you stand in the middle of. 

You scoff when you realize what it is: “Seriously? A pentagram?! Those little shits were tryna summon a demon!” 

You then giggle drunkenly. “Maybe I should conduct a ritual myself, see if I can summon some good dick. That’s a damn shame: me summoning a whole demonic being just to get laid.” 

You’re aware that you’re talking to yourself out in the woods like a crazy person, but you’re so drunk that you can’t stop. “It’s just so hard to find someone exceptional,” you groan. “Damn men. Damn my ex. Damn this small village. Damn this shitty dating pool! How much longer can I date myself?” 

You turn to the overcast night sky and spread your arms wide, lamenting to the Gods above. “I’d give anything to have someone put me through the mattress! I’d fuck a ghoul, a goblin, hell, even a fucking demon! Anyone—just please FUCK ME!” 

Your voice echoes across the clearing before fading away, replaced by a lone owl hooting. You truly are alone. 

CRUNCH.

Or are you? You abruptly turn around and stare into the dark, lush forest, peering through the trees. “Hello?” you call. 

Nothing responds. “Listen, if you caught any of that, just know that I’m drunk and I didn’t really mean it, so…please don’t follow me. I really do know some spells.” Still, you get nothing but the wind. 

“You’re losin’ it, girl,” you whisper to yourself. “You’ve gotta lay off the wine.” Quickly, you tighten your cloak around yourself and hurry down the trail, your footsteps brisk and fast. 

When you finally get home to your cozy little cottage, you lock the door and kick off your boots, finally freeing your tired feet. 

Cinnabon, your pet cat, greets you with a meow and you return the favor with some scratches and treats for her. You don’t even remember going upstairs to your bedroom. All you remember is darkness. 

You never usually wake up in the middle of the night. You’re usually out like a light. But at this particular time on this particular night you do…and you don’t like it. When you awaken, you’re still in your clothes from the festival with a splitting headache and in total darkness. Only the silvery moon shines through your bedroom window. 

You don’t know what makes you wake up or why you feel so on edge, but you do. The fine hairs on the back of your neck stand up and your heart won’t slow down. It’s as if something is lurking within the darkness of your bedroom and you’re just waiting for it to reveal itself. 

Then you hear it: running water. Like something—or someone—is in here with you. “H-Hello?” You stammer, staring at your bedroom door. “Cinnabon, is that you?” 

Then you hear something else: a very soft moan. You gasp and quickly turn around, finding a lump under your duvet. It shifts and finally moves, taking the warm cover off of it.

Beneath it lies a very beautiful and very unfamiliar man. Shirtless. With nothing on him but briefs. 

When he sits up out of his slumber, you realize how tall he is—he is at least a head taller even though he’s sitting down. He’s also big. Big pecs where two silver balls glitter on his nipples, big arms where one is inked in dark tattoos; big hands, big arms sinewy with veins…probably even bigger below. 

Your eyes trail down to his muscular thighs and washboard stomach before trailing up to his handsome face, snow-white hair, and ice-blue eyes that are framed by long, white lashes. He is gorgeous. Truly a beautiful man…a beautiful man who is also a stranger in your bed with two big horns jutting out of his head and a pointed tail that curls around your thighs. 

“Cinna-who?” he groggily asks. 

A scream bubbles up in your chest, but you can’t release it. It’s like your brain won’t let you. 

All you can do is freeze and stare in horror at the stranger, trying to piece together the past events. Did you meet him at the festival and forget? Did you take him home? Did you— 

The water shuts off and the sound of creaking footsteps makes its way to the bedroom door. 

Creeeeeak. 

The door opens, revealing a very big, horned, shadowy figure standing in the doorway. When he enters, you don’t know whether to be afraid or aroused. He is just as attractive as the white-haired stranger in your bed with long, black hair tied into a bun and violet eyes that gaze into yours across the room. 

He is big and misdialed too—big pecs the size of watermelons; big arms and biceps inked with tattoos and pierced nipples; thick, tree-trunk thighs that lead up to toned, mouth-watering abs dripping in water; big feet and hands that grip one of your bath towels around his slim waist. 

He, too, also has giant horns jutting out of his scalp and a pointed tail that sways between his legs. 

“Sorry,” he sighs, his lip ring glittering as he gives you an apologetic smile, “but I think I used up all of that shea butter soap in your shower. Is that what makes you smell so good?” 

Finally, the scream inside of you escapes you. You jump off of the bed in horror and snatch the bat that you keep by your bed. Both men react in total confusion and alarm as you cower in the corner, holding the bat out for protection. “Stay away,” you warn. “D-Don’t come near me!” 

The long-haired stranger puts his hands up in defense. “Alright, alright, let’s just calm down, sweetness.” Neither one of them moves, probably afraid of scaring you even more. 

“Don’t call me that!” You demand, pointing the bat at him while glaring at the sexy ass blue-eyed man kneeling on your bed. “And don’t tell me to calm down! Who are you?! How’d you two get in here?!” 

Both men look at each other questionably. “Don’t you remember, baby?” The blue-eyed stranger asks, albeit flirtatiously. “You called for us. You specifically said you’d let even a demon fuck you.” 

His soft-looking lips curl into a seductive, teasing smile that fills your stomach with warm, fuzzy tingles that you ignore. 

Your brain, still slightly fogged from your slumber, tracks back to when you were in the forest. You damn near facepalm yourself. You did say that…very loudly. And someone clearly heard you because now they’re both standing in your bedroom. 

“And here we are,” the blue-eyed hottie chuckles. “Lucky for you, we like our humans desperate and needy. Ain’t that right, Sugu?” 

The fine-ass long-haired specimen standing in your towel that is dangerously low on his narrow hips slowly nods his head. He doesn’t speak, but his eyes, so molten hot and lustful, say everything. 

“Oh, by the way, I’m Satoru,” the white-haired hottie says, flashing you an award-winning smile. “Last name Gojo. That’s Geto Suguru, just in case you like to scream names during sex. Pet names work for us too though! I love being called ‘Daddy’ or—“ 

“Wait, wait,” you interrupt, putting a hand out to stop him. Your brain is trying to process this newfound information as quickly as possible. “Are you telling me that y’all two…are demons?” 

The two slowly, silently nod, sizing you up with their intense gazes. But they grow confused when you begin to laugh, practically doubling over from it. “That’s funny,” you say in a fit of giggles. “C’mon, stop playin’ and just leave, okay? I know it’s Hallow’s Eve and all, but to break into a single girl’s home isn’t—“ 

Suddenly, you find yourself pinned against the wall and Suguru’s big, clawed hand wrapped around your neck. You don’t even have time to gasp because of how fast he is. Did he teleport? 

The scent of your shea butter soap and something spicy wafts off of him, flooding your nostrils. “Does this look funny to you, sweetness?” he whispers, his lips close to your ear. 

You don’t speak, your mouth frozen in a frightened O. 

Slowly, Suguru takes the bat from you and sets it down. You let him. Satoru comes over too, smirking. “This isn’t fake either.” He takes your hand and places it on his horn which is smooth like granite. “We’re the real deal, little girl, so you’d better show us some respect since we’re here to please you.” 

It’s like a record scratches as soon as he says it. You close your mouth and blink away your terrified tears. “P-Please me?” you ask, confused. “You’re not here to kill me or e-eat me?” 

The two demons look at each other again and begin to laugh. Even their laughter is sexy. “Nah, we don’t get down like that,” Suguru chuckles, gently releasing you. “Some bloodthirsty demons are, but not us.” 

“Mmm-hmm,” Satoru hums, his eyes seductive. “We would rather eat you up in another way that will satisfy both of us.” 

You can’t deny the way your body reacts to his bold words. Your nipples grow embarrassingly tight under your dress. Your stomach flips with need. And your pussy? A damn flood. 

“We’re incubi,” Suguru explains. “Sex demons. We feed off of humans’ sexual energy to survive and gain more power.” 

Your eyes widen, your stomach dropping. “Sex demons?!” you yelp, pushing yourself further into the wall. You press a hand to your head as if that will help. “Oh, God, I really fucked up. This has to be a dream or I’m unconscious.” 

Satoru takes your hand off of your head and places his own bigger, calloused one on your face. Your cheeks blaze at the contact and the ocean blue of his eyes. “If this is a dream then it’s the sweetest one, dont’cha think?” He teasingly coos. “Havin’ two men all to yourself? I’d be so thankful if I were you.” 

His smile drops as his thumb begins to caress your bottom lip. ”Are you not thankful to have us here, baby?” he asks, actually sounding saddened by the idea. Even Suguru looks disappointed, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth. The sight is damn near erotic. 

You feel bad about letting the incubi down, but this CANNOT happen to you. “Um, listen…Satoru? Suguru?” Gently, you take Satoru’s hand off of your cheek. “I appreciate the offer, but I didn’t really mean all of that. I was just drunk, plus I don’t feel comfortable doing this being that y’all are demons and all.” 

Satoru raises an eyebrow at you and crosses his beefy arms over his best. “Are you discriminating against us?” he pointedly asks. 

Suguru rolls his eyes, nudging him in the side. “Ignore him. We can understand your hesitation, but we’re not gonna ask you for your soul if that’s what concerns you…however, you automatically created a contract with us the moment you summoned us.” 

The mention of a “contract” scares you out of your wits. A contract does not belong in the context of a demon. “How?” you whisper, but you’re not sure if you want to know the answer. 

A humored smirk slides onto Suguru’s lips and you think he even pulls his towel down farther to show off the snake tattoo slithering up his left hip bone. You’re embarrassed to think about how far it goes down. 

“You said you’d fuck a demon, babe. It’s as simple as that. Us incubi always go for desperate mortals who are unsatisfied with their sex lives and need to be laid down and filled up. You fit the fuckin’ bill.” 

His violet eyes roll over your form, making you feel exposed. “And disagreeing isn’t an option unless you want us to haunt you for the rest of your days,” Satoru adds. “When you summon a demon, you have to successfully complete your end of the deal or else they stay latched to you.” 

And that’s what you were afraid of. Curse you and your alcohol intake! “What’s my end?” you sigh, pinching your sinuses. 

The two big, sexy demons towering over you smirk in your face. “You fuck us till we’re satisfied,” Satoru smirkingly answers. “And we do the same for you. You cum as many times as we want you to because we know your body needs it while we feed off of your orgasms until we get our fill. Then, and only then, will we leave.” 

Suguru’s gaze grows soft, understanding of your reluctance. “No funny business. No taking your soul. None of that. We just want you to feel good tonight.” His voice is soft yet sexy, promising you endless pleasure. “So do we have a deal, little human?” 

The demons raise their brows expectantly, waiting for an answer. 

You’re still unsure about fucking a sex demon…let alone two! You’ve never had a threesome before, but you’ve fantasized about them. 

Plus, the idea of being sandwiched between two men much bigger than you who are devoted to your pleasure doesn’t sound like a bad idea. Two soft lips. Four veiny, calloused hands. Two skillful tongues. Two big, fat, throbbing c— 

“Okay,” you huff. “If I agree to fuck you both, you won’t show up here ever again?” 

Satoru shrugs, nodding. “Unless you summon us again, but yeah, essentially. We don’t show up where we’re not wanted, baby.” He gives you a lopsided smile, cocking his head to the side. It’s ridiculous how sexy it is. “We can give you exactly what you want and need. All you need to say is yes.” 

You don’t want to be haunted forever, so what choice do you have? Plus, though you’d like to admit it, you need some dick ASAP. And you’ve got two right here that are ready and willing to give you some. 

“Fine,” you scoff defeatedly. “You’ve got a deal. but we need to go over some rules. I don’t fuck demons, let alone have threesomes, so this is new to me.” 

Suguru looks pleased while Satoru cackles. ”Oooh, this will be fun!” 

Suguru shushes his partner before giving you a sweet smile. “What are your rules, sweetness?” 

They stay completely silent as you count off each rule on your fingers: “Number one: we use a safeword. Number two: no biting or clawing unless I say so. Number three: I like spanking, hair-pulling, choking, and spitting, but you need to warn me first. And number four: I’d like to be fucked without a condom, but NO cumming inside me. I refuse to have a demon baby like Rosemary.” 

Satoru looks bored but nods regardless. “Understood,” Suguru states, and you exhale, glad that this is starting off so easy for you. 

Maybe this won’t be as horrible as you thought…until Satoru gives you that wicked smirk. “Now get your ass on that bed,” he demands. His tone is so sultry and low that you can’t resist. 

The demons part to let you through and you slowly climb onto the bed, one vertebrae at a time. 

The incubi look down at you, the silver moonlight illuminating their lustful eyes, delicious muscles, and silver balls glinting from their hard, suckable nipples. Their pecs are so huge that they’d make great pillows AND motorboat material. 

“There now,” Satoru coos. “Comfy?” Silently, you nod, averting your gaze. 

Satoru doesn’t like that. He grips your chin, forcing you to look at his illegally handsome face. “Good girl. Now come here; let’s give that mouth something else to do besides talk back.” 

He presses his lips to yours and though you initially tense, your body melts into his finally as you fall victim to the kiss. 

Satoru’s kiss is the best you’ve ever experienced. His lips are soft and sweet as they move against yours, dancing with you. There is no fight for dominance because you instantly give him that the more his spell works on you. He begins to moan into your mouth like he can’t handle how perfect this kiss is. You begin to moan as well as his tongue licks your bottom lip, asking for entrance. You allow it and his skillful tongue slides against yours.

As you French kiss, you realize how different Satoru’s tongue feels against yours. You know he has a tongue piercing due to the metallic taste, but you feel something else. Something pointed. 

Satoru has a forked tongue. 

‘Oh, God,’ you think deliriously. 

You find out that Suguru has one too when he comes behind you and begins gently licking and kissing along your neck, giving you a feel of his soft lips combined with his lip ring. You can only imagine how these silver balls will feel on your pussy. 

“We've never had one be so bratty,” Suguru whispers against your neck. He attaches his lips to one sweet spot there, gently nibbling and sucking on it, intending to leave a mark. Satoru hums in agreement, pulling away from the hot, salacious kiss.

You whimper from the loss. “That’ll make breaking you so much hotter,” he chuckles. “Now wasn’t that nice, baby? C’mon, you can say it. I know my kisses are good.” 

You’re completely breathless and dazed. Your skin is hot and buzzing. Your nipples are stiff and your panties are just about soaked…all from a kiss! 

“She hasn’t had me yet,” Suguru gruffly replies behind you. He gently turns your face toward him and begins kissing you too. His lips are just as soft and taste like ripe, juicy berries. You moan and whimper into his mouth, his large hand cupping your cheek. 

You feel the bed dip as Satoru sits down and begins kissing your neck, nuzzling your hair, teasingly moaning in your ear. “Hey,” he coos, “whose kiss is better, I wonder? Him or me?” 

Suguru growls against your lips, irked. He pulls away, a string of saliva hanging on your bottom lips. “Shut up, Satoru. This isn’t about inflating your ego. This is about making this pretty one feel good.” 

Pretty. It’s been so long since you’ve been called such a thing that you shudder. The two demons continue to leave trails of fire on your skin as they kiss up your neck, shoulders, and jaw, until they too grow impatient. “Can we take this off, sweetness?” Sugu asks, tugging at your dress.

Though he is respectful, you can see the wildfire in his eyes imploring you to say yes. “Y-Yes,” you stutter, licking your parched lips. “Just be careful. I like this dress.” 

The demons chuckle, but respect your request and gently begin to undress you. No ripping or tearing despite their long, pointed claws. When you’re finally naked except for your panties, the two demons look ravenously at you in the moonlight. 

“Just as I thought,” Suguru sighs, a pink blush on his cheeks. “You’re damn near perfection.” 

The two immediately sandwich you between their big bodies, hands groping your soft skin. Fingers stroke your sides, stomach, back, and legs, leaving tingles and goosebumps along your body. You moan and gasp, indulging in their bodies as well with your wandering hands. 

You can hardly remember enjoying foreplay this much! Your pussy is practically sobbing now, wanting so much to be stroked the way the rest of your body is. 

At some point, the two begin using their big hands to massage and grope your juicy breasts, using their thick fingers to pinch your hard nipples. Feeling their forked tongues and cold metal piercings against your sensitive peaks is a pleasure beyond words. It’s intense and explosive. 

You squeak in pleasure at the delicious sting, earning two tongue baths in response against your nipples. “That’s it, little lady,” Suguru murmurs. “Cry out for us. We’ve got you.” 

Coaxing you to do so, Satoru slowly slides a hand down between your thighs and presses his long fingers against your wet pussy. You gasp at the zing of pleasure that shoots from your core up to your head and throughout your fingers and toes. All he has to do is pull the thin fabric to the side to sink his fingers in and— 

Satoru takes a nibble of your ear, sucking on your earlobe, and one last squeeze of your breast. “Bend over, baby,” he orders, his blue eyes ablaze with mirth. “Get that pretty ass in the air.” 

Under his and Suguru’s spell, you assume the position: face down, ass up, much to their enjoyment. 

SPANK!

You yelp in surprise at the burning sensation of a hand slapping your asscheek. You turn to look at a sheepish Satoru. “Sorry, baby, but I had to sneak a surprise one in.” 

You can’t be too mad at him when your pussy is so wet from the assault. “It’s okay,” you whisper. “Just ask next time.” 

The demon smiles, gently running his hand down the cheek he smacked. “May I spank that pretty ass of yours then?” He asks, his tone teasing and sultry sweet. Jerkingly, you nod and the demon hums in satisfaction before raising his hand up again. 

SPANK!

Surprising both yourself and the demons, a loud moan escapes you at the sweet burn. Satoru laughs, jiggling your asscheeks and enjoying the recoil. “Oooh, there’s a moan!” he cackles. “You like that, naughty girl? You want another one?” 

You weakly stare up at him, your body aflame from the spanks. 

Suguru, however, stops him. “Stop hogging her, Satoru. I want a piece of that too.” His big hand trails down your ass to give it a squeeze. 

Soon, both demons are massaging your ass which translates well with your already-wet pussy. “Let’s have a little competition then: whoever makes this cutie louder wins,” Satoru says, a teasing glint in his eye. 

Suguru gives him a smile that mirrors the exact same glint in those blue eyes. He then raises his hand above your butt and then brings it down hard against your asscheek, making it jiggle. Satoru follows suit, bringing his palm down a little harder each time to one-up his partner.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! 

The same sharp sound of their palms hitting your soft globes of flesh fills the bedroom along with each gasp, moan, and whimper that escapes you. 

You can’t believe you’re getting sobbing wet off of getting hit. Neither of them are even touching your pussy yet…until they do. Satoru decides to give your ass a break and experiment with your pussy instead. 

He gives it a light love tap over your soaked panties and both demons find enjoyment in the adorable yelp you let out….literally. If you could see them, you’d notice how hard they’ve become just from the sounds you make. 

“Ooooh, you like getting spanked here too, baby?” Satoru chuckles. “So fuckin’ cute.” He does it again, humming pleasurably at the way your body jumps and your pussy twitches.

“Mmm, that’s enough, I think. Her pussy certainly thinks so.” The tension in the air has grown thick as the scent of your arousal wafts through the air, intoxicating the two horny demons. 

Satoru does the honors of pulling your panties to the side, revealing your glistening, puffy, soft pussy to them. The demons practically groan at the sight. “You’re so pretty down here, baby,” Suguru murmurs. You feel two of his thick fingers caress your sensitive lips, causing you to moan at the soft touch. 

You’ve never been this sensitive. This needy. This desperate. 

“Please,” you whimper. Satoru leans in to hear you better, his lips toying with your ear. “Please what, baby? We can’t give you what you want if you don’t ask for it.”

His forked tongue slithers out to caress your earlobe, sending chills down your spine while Suguru toys with your pussy, gently rubbing your clit around and around. 

You know you’re going to regret these words, but you’re too desperate to care. You rise up on your arms and look back at them, desperation all over your pretty face. “Please…taste me, Daddies.” 

Now you can see the two matching tents appearing underneath Satoru’s boxers and Suguru’s towel. The duo looks at each other before smirking deviously. “Oh…you want both?” Satoru chuckles. “Freaky. I like that. How do you feel about getting two forked tongues, hm?” 

You don’t have time to agree or refuse…not that you would refuse. You need something to give you relief and the idea of having two tongues in your pussy is tempting, to say the least. 

You let the two flip you over onto your back and spread your thighs apart, their greedy eyes glittering at you in the darkness of your bedroom only illuminated by the moonlight cutting through your window. 

Unfortunately for Suguru, Satoru takes up most of your cunt at first. He’s a greedy motherfucker, massaging your ass as he tongue fucks your pussy, filling you up and tasting you in a way unlike no man could ever do. 

You can’t explain it—the way the forked tips of his tongue tickle and stimulate each sweet spot inside of you; the way the sensitive bundles in your clit sing when his nose swipes against it; the way your body squirms and your thighs quiver under his hands as he spreads you open for him. 

“Oh, fuck!” you whine. “Fuck!” Your voice echoes throughout the bedroom, mingling with the lewd, wet sounds of Satoru’s sloppy eating. His blue eyes pierce up at you through the V of your thighs, staring into your soul as he drinks your pleasure.

“That’s it, baby, scream for me. You sound so, so pretty.” He pauses to give your pussy a long lick, his forked tongue sliding against your puffy lips. “I bet no man has tongue fucked you like this, have they?” 

You weakly shake your head, your eyes rolling from the immense pleasure. Sweet Lords in Heaven and Hell, this man can eat pussy! You see stars and space behind your eyelids as Satoru slurps on your cunt, spitting on it before slurping it back up and resuming his eating. 

Tired of watching him have his fun, Suguru shoves him out of the way and kneels between your thighs. “Greedy bitch,” he scoffs. “Move out the way. It’s my turn to taste that pussy.” The demon gives you a wink before he dives between your legs. 

You were wrong about no man having eaten your pussy like Satoru. Suguru takes the cake with that. His lips are pillowy-soft and feel like satin against your sensitive pussy lips. Even his lip ring, as cold as it is, feels good on your needy clit as his forked tongue slides between your lips to explore your little hole. 

“Shit!” you moan, gripping the sheets for dear life. “Fuck yes, Suguru! You’re so good at this!” 

The long-haired demon smirks up at you, his chin and mouth glistening in your juices. “Thank you, baby,” he coos, ignoring Satoru’s smoldering glare next to him. 

“Hey, no fair!” he whines. “Y/N didn’t say my name while I was down there!” He forces Suguru to move over. “C’mon, Sugu, scoot over. We need to share.” 

Much to his dismay, Suguru shares your cunt and soon, you have two sets of skillful forked tongues and lips on your pussy, making you feel things you’ve never felt before. Claws dig into your skin, fangs nip at your lips, and moans send vibrations throughout your pussy that you shake, quake, and ache.

“Oh, my God, yes!” you wail. “Like that! Keep going!” 

Your hands grip the demons’ hair and horns, causing their cocks to grow harder. The amount of wetness and sounds you’re giving them are fulfilling every ounce of power they need as well as increasing their arousal.

“So vocal,” Satoru chuckles. “I love my girls extra slutty like that.” He pauses to press a kiss to your mound, making you twitch. “Speakin’ of slutty, does my baby need somethin’ else?” 

Yes. God, yes, do you. 

“After we make her cum,” Suguru growls, tongue still licking away. “I want that orgasm first.” 

Together, the two of them work to bring you over the edge, their tongues flicking wildly against you and inside of you. It doesn’t take long for you to reach your peak. Your clit begins swelling and the knot in your core tightens until it threatens to snap. 

Your back arches off of the bed as loud wails leave you. “OhmyGodI’mgonnacum!” you sob, speaking so fast that your words become one jumbled, messy sentence. 

Satoru lifts his gaze to stare at you, his blue eyes glowing. “What’s the magic word, baby?” He teases. 

Suguru looks at you too, his violet eyes drawing you in further until your mind is mush. “Please!” You nearly scream to the heavens. “Please, Daddies, make me cum!” 

That’s all the demons needed to hear. They work their jaws faster, their tongues slashing across your clit and against the underside of it inside you while pressing down on your pelvis. 

When your orgasm hits you, it hits you like a ton of bricks. You don’t make any noise as it washes over you, but when it finally settles into your body, you let out the loudest moan you’ve ever heard yourself make. 

You’ve never felt something so intense before. It spreads throughout your fingers and toes, and courses through your veins and bones. Like you’re coming for Mariah Carey’s career, you sing high notes that are so loud that you’re sure the Devil below can hear it. 

The demons slurp up everything you give them…which is a lot. Your pussy gushes around their tongues and on their soft lips, more and more leaking out because of your grinding hips. 

It is the best orgasm you’ve ever had…so far. When it finally fades and you’re soaring through the clouds, your hips lower and your soul re-enters your body again. Satoru and Suguru finally finish cleaning you up, they look 100% rejuvenated and replenished, licking your essence off of their lips. 

Satoru sighs, stretching his arms over his head. “I feel better already,” he sighs, “but now I’ve got an even bigger problem.” 

Suguru concurs, staring down at the tent forming beneath his towel. Satoru fixes you with a lustful gaze, a playful smirk on his lips. “You wanna see what a real cock looks like, cutie?” He asks. 

Slowly, you nod, panting from the intense orgasm. 

With lust and mirth in their eyes, the demons slowly strip themselves in front of you. Suguru unwraps his towel while Satoru pulls down his briefs, showing off their lickable V-lines and happy trails. 

Then, finally, two big, fat, throbbing, rock-hard cocks pop out from their hiding spots and present themselves to you. Each pink head drips with pre-cum, begging to be licked and sucked, and two big veins cascade from the bases to the tips. 

Though they are equally big, they have their differences too: Satoru is slightly longer than Suguru and has a hook while Suguru is much girthier and has heavier, mouth-watering balls. Either way, both will probably fuck your absolute brains out. 

You don’t realize that you’re staring at them with your mouth open until they crack up at your reaction. “Awww, what a cute look!” Satoru laughs. “She can’t believe her eyes!” 

Suguru hooks two fingers underneath your chin, making you look up at him. “Think you can take both of us, sweetheart?” He asks, his tone sultry and soothing. 

Something takes over you in that moment. A cock-hungry whore jumps into your bones and takes your place. She uses your body to get on her knees between the two demons, one cock in each of your hands. You watch as your hands begin to gently stroke their shafts from the tips down to the bases, up and down, up and down. 

The soft, sexy sounds leaving the demons’ lips encourage you to keep going, their hands lacing in your ear. “Nice and easy, baby,” Satoru huskily whispers. “Get to know ‘em. There’s no rush.” 

You find yourself falling in love with their cocks, especially once you get them in your mouth. You start with Suguru first, peppering his dick in kisses before taking him into your mouth and gently sucking on him like you would a lollipop. A big, thick lollipop. 

“Fuck,” he sighs, his head lolling back at the feeling. Your wet tongue. Your soft lips. The way your cheeks hollow and cushion him as he slides in and out of your tight little mouth. 

After some time, you switch to Satoru and give him the same treatment. The demon watches you through hooded eyes, his bottom lip caught between his teeth, as you bop up and down on his cock. “Good girl,” he moans, caressing your scalp. “Such a good girl for me.” You moan in response around his cock, stroking him in time with your sucking. 

You begin to switch between the two every so often, stroking one while blowing the other, massaging one of the pair of heavy balls while you slurp on one of their thick, pink heads, licking up the pre-cum. You’ve never sucked two cocks at once before, but surprisingly, you get the hang of it quickly…and you realize how much you enjoy it. 

Satoru chuckles, wiping spit from your mouth that you’ve accumulated from sucking so much. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you want us to fuck that pretty face of yours. Is that what you want?” 

He grips your chin, tilting your face up to look at him. “Tell us what you want,” he orders, his thumb playing with your bottom lip. 

The words flow out of you so easily: “I want you to fuck my mouth,” you softly say. “Both of you give me your cocks…please.” 

The demons smile down at you, their cocks twitching in your hands. “Well, since you asked so nicely…” Satoru tilts his hips forward and slides his cock into your mouth. 

You nearly gag as he slides into your throat, but keep telling yourself to breathe through your nose as your throat stretches and flexes around Satoru’s cock. Spit drips down your chin as he begins to bump and grind against your mouth, sliding himself in and out. He is very vocal about how good you’re making him feel, full-on yapping as he fucks your face. 

“Oooh, look how deep you’re takin’ me, babe. And you thought you couldn’t do it.” He slides in deeper, his pretty face screwing in pleasure as the walls of your throat flex and clench around him. 

“That’s it, gag on that shit. Such a good fuckin’ girl!” He fucks your mouth like it’s a toy, pulling you on and off of him as much as he wants. 

Once he’s had enough, he passes you off to Suguru who is way more gentle and slow with his facefucking. He allows you to get used to his girth, your jaw stretching as he slides into your throat, filling your entire mouth up with his cock. “You’re so good at this, sweetness,” he coos. “You must’ve done this before…though the way your body is movin’ makes me think it’s been a while.” 

You don’t realize that you’re grinding your pussy against the bed until he points it out. Getting wet off of a blowjob? That’s NEVER happened to you before! 

With a moan, Suguru slips out of your mouth and Satoru yanks you toward him to slide back in. “No one’s been fucking this pretty body right?” He tuts as he fucks your mouth. “What a shame. Nobody could’ve done it better though.” 

Suguru fucks your hand while he watches his partner turn your mouth into a fleshlight. “How long has it been since that trash ex of yours?” He asks. You blink up at him in surprise and he laughs. “Yeah, we know. Soon as we were summoned, we were able to see everything about you and your little life.” 

“And boy, did you dodge a bullet with that asshole,” Satoru laughs. Slipping out, he taps his cock against your lips and then your tongue before jamming himself back inside. 

“Not even eating you out most nights…not that he could do as good of a job.” He gives you a cocky smile as he slides out, allowing Suguru to have you again. 

The long-haired demon taps his cock along your wet tongue, keeping his eyes locked with yours. “You’ve been waitin’ for us to come along and slut you out, haven’t you?” He whispers. “Just the way you need to.” You have. You absolutely have waited for this. “Y-Yes,” you exhale and dive back onto his cock, sucking and slurping as much as you can. 

Suguru is loving it, his clawed hand gripping your hair and his eyes screwed tight. The feeling of your tight, wet mouth combined with how pretty you look with his cock stuffed between your cheeks is too much. “Fuck, keep going,” he groans. “Don’t stop!” His hand clings to your hair desperately, luscious moans and gasps escaping him as you swallow his cock. 

Satoru laughs, watching in interest and lust as you stroke him with your hand. “You’ve got some skills, little human. Sugu isn’t ever this loud unless I’ve got my dick in him.” 

Suguru glares at him, sliding his cock out of your mouth. It bobs slightly, nearly hitting you in the nose. “Shut up,” he growls. “Someone else definitely needs a dick in ‘em too.” 

You do. Your pussy is clenching around air and gushing all over the bed. You need them like you’ve never needed anything before. Satoru cups your face and lovingly strokes your cheek. 

“You ready to take us now, baby? How do you want it, hm?” They’re leaving it up to you? Your mind is so foggy from your arousal that you’ve forgotten your first name! 

But you know one thing for sure: you want them. Right here, right now. “I don’t care,” you find yourself answering. “Just fuck me.” 

The two handsome demons smile like two wolves who have successfully captured their prey. “Yes, ma’am,” they reply in unison. 

They take their time getting you into position. To them, there is no rush, but to you and your pussy, they couldn’t move any slower. They set you on all fours, your back arched and your ass presented to them. 

After deciding who goes first, Satoru gladly positions himself behind you while Suguru kneels in front of your mouth again. Both of their cocks begin sliding against both sets of your puffy, soft lips, emitting soft moans from both of you. 

“That’s it,” Satoru coos as you begin grinding back into him. “Show me how much you want this. Tell me with your body, baby.” He takes his hand and spits into it before applying it to his cock, making it shine in his saliva. 

“Careful, Satoru,” Suguru warns. “Humans are fragile.” 

Satoru rolls his blue eyes as he slides his cock against your clit and sobbing pussy. “I’ve done this before. Chill! Besides, she’s wet enough to take me.” Finally, he lines himself up with your entrance and slowly, sloooowly, slides in. 

You can’t explain what you feel when Satoru slides inside of you for the first time. Your mouth falls agape and your eyes widen as he stretches your walls inch by inch, filling you up with all of him. “Just relax,” he whispers, stroking your backside. “Let me do all the work, baby.” 

Suddenly, your entire body begins to feel…different. 

Your nipples tingle and tighten as if stimulated and your pussy grows so wet that your juices drip down your thighs. You know this has everything to do with whatever powers Satoru possesses as a demon. Whatever he does helps you take his cock deeper until he bottoms out inside of you, his balls tapping your clit. 

Satoru and Suguru begin to fuck your holes with you squeezed between them, their big hands raised above your head to form a triangle. You serve as the bottom half of this Eiffel Tower, swallowing Suguru’s dick as you try to focus on pushing yourself back and fucking yourself on Satoru’s cock too.

“How’s it feel, mama?” he teasingly asks. “Is that dick big enough?” 

His clawed hands snake down your ass to squeeze and massage it, his rough palms swatting at your cheeks. You mumble around Suguru’s thick cock in your throat at the sting just as one clawed hand caresses your scalp.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” he pants. “You look so goddamn pretty with my cock in your throat.” 

He pushes deeper, filling your throat with him. You nearly gag around his length, but manage to accommodate his size and breathe through your nose as he guides your head back and forth along his shaft.

Satoru laughs, pistoning into you so roughly that you see stars. “Y’know, you’re right, Sugu: she does look cute gettin’ stuffed like this…but not stuffed enough.” 

You suddenly feel his spit-coated finger gently swirling around your asshole before gently probing it. “Mmm!” you yelp around Suguru’s cock, but the demon shushes you. “It’s okay, babydoll,” he coos, still feeding you his cock. “Gojo’s just gonna get that ass ready for him.” 

Helplessly, you take Satoru’s finger in your ass, the digit penetrating the tight muscle until he feels that you’re ready. As soon as he pulls out, something else goes in. You yelp as your asshole stretches around the foreign object, making you feel full beyond belief. “Like my tail, baby?” he chuckles. “Your ass looks so fuckin’ good right now.” 

He begins to fuck you harder, gripping your ass so hard that his claws dig into your skin. You wince at the sting, but strangely enough, it adds to the pleasure. Your body has a mind of its own, straying away from your brain as it begins pushing back into Satoru’s cock. ”Bounce on that cock, baby,” he coaxes. “You’re such a good girl for us.” 

You are, you deliriously think. You are a good girl. Taking two big cocks at once is definitely something a good girl does. 

When Suguru takes you, he is just as big and just as thick as Satoru. He grips your hips and pounds your pussy from behind, his moans and grunts so delicious in your ears. 

Speaking of delicious, Satoru can’t enough of your delicious, sweet, dripping little cunt. He’s so pussy-drunk off of it that he volunteers to get underneath you and eat you out while Suguru fucks you from behind. He’s such a glutton, swallowing everything you give him. 

He hums delightfully as he licks and slurps at your puffy lips and needy clit, even licking at Suguru’s sensitive balls and cock while he slides in and out of you. “You taste so good here, baby!” he comments from between your thighs. It comes out more like, “Ywou twaste swo good hewe, babwuy.” 

His skillfully, forked tongue intensifies your already-stimulated nerves, making everything so wet, slippery, and sloppy. 

Suguru fucks you like you’ve never been fucked before, going at just the right pace that makes your pussy sob and whines of pleasure come out of you. “How’s it feel?” He asks, pressing his lips to your ear. “Tell me how that dick fuckin’ feels.” 

His hand comes around to squeeze your throat, causing a choked sob to escape you. “So-S-So good!” You cry out. “You feel so fuckin’ good, Suguru!” 

Happy with this, he speeds up his tempo, emitting chants of “Yes, yes, yes” from you as Satoru licks wildly at your clit, digging his claws into the soft flesh of your asscheeks while his partner dicks you down. 

But neither of them makes you cum…yet. That comes after each of them have had their fill of your pussy when you find yourself squished between them again. 

You straddle Satoru’s lap while Suguru kneels behind you, peppering your back in kisses. “Let’s fuck this bunny until she’s dumb,” Satoru suggests, his tone low and saccharine sweet. 

Suguru only nods and suddenly, you feel two thick, hard cocks sliding into your tight holes. Your eyes water and your mouth widens as you feel your body being stretched open. Your holes feel warm and tingly, the feeling only increasing the more the demons push inside of you. You know that they’re using their powers on you to make this more pleasurable, but it’s intense. “Too much!” you cry. “It’s too much!” 

You drop your head onto Satoru’s chest, whining and panting at the sensations. “Aw but you’re doin’ so well for us, baby,” he coos, bumping his hips up into yours. “Don’t give up now. This is what you wanted, right?” 

As if coercing you into agreeing with him, he rocks his hips up and hits that spongy part inside of you that makes you nearly lose your voice moaning. 

Suguru rocks his hips too, molding your hole into the shape of his cock. You feel too full, like a balloon filled with too much air. You begin to scramble and squirm in Satoru’s lap, but Suguru holds you firm against him, pressing himself against your back. “Don’t fuckin’ run from this,” he growls. “You want it and now you’ve got it. Hold fuckin’ still.” 

His demanding, no-BS tone turns you on more than you can express. Like a puppet being controlled by strings or a slave by her master, your body relaxes and succumbs to the overwhelming, intense pleasure. 

The two demons begin to fuck you harder once they find their rhythm, digging their nails into the flesh of your ass. “So fuckin’ tight!” Gojo grunts, fucking up intoyou like it’s his profession. “So fuckin’ wet. Such a good little slut for us.” 

He latches his lips around a nipple, sucking roughly on the sensitive bud. Geto attaches his lips and tongue to your neck, licking and sucking on your skin until he leaves hickeys. Their hips pump faster, their cocks moving in and out, in and out, stretching your holes until you’re sure that they are molded into the shape of their shafts. 

You grip Gojo’s shoulders as they bounce you against them, making you take everything they give you. “Oh, my God!” you scream. “Oh, my God!” Your voice rips out of you, satiating the demons. 

Gojo turns your face to meet his glittering blue eyes. “No God here, baby; just us,” he chuckles. 

Geto presses his lips to your cheek, nuzzling his nose into your sweet-smelling air. “Keep screamin’ for us. We wanna hear more of that pretty fuckin’ voice.” 

As if to persuade you, he switches up his tempo and moves out while Gojo moves in until the both of them are moving in tandem with each other, filling you up after one pulls out. 

Wet sounds of their cocks in your sobbing pussy begin to fill the air, mingling with your moans, bedsprings, and the sound of skin slapping against skin. The sound of sex. It doesn’t take long for your second orgasm of the night to peak like the moon high in the sky. 

“I-I’m gonna cum!” you pathetically sob, absolutely losing all self-control. “Please let me cum!” 

Gojo’s hand wraps around your neck, firmly squeezing your throat. His eyes glow, turning every strand of control and restraint you have into putty. “Tell us it’s ours then,” he demands. “Say this fuckin’ body, this ass, this pussy, is ours.” 

Geto slows down a bit to give you a chance to answer, his eyes all on you. 

You know what you’ll be doing if you say it. You know you’d be giving yourself over to these two demons from the depths of Hell who could damn well be tricking you…but you’re so desperate to cum that you don’t even care. If you truly become theirs then you just hope and pray that the same hot, mind-blowing sex you’re getting now will be in the plans. 

“I-It’s yours,” you whimper, the words barely escaping you. “My pussy is yours. My ass is yours. I’m yours, Daddies! I wanna be yours!” 

You can practically feel the two demons teem with joy and power as the words leave your lips. Gojo breaks out into a big grin as his cock drives up into you harder and faster, making you bounce up and down on him, your tits jiggling in his face. 

“Now you definitely can’t get rid of us now, baby,” he chuckles. “You’re ours now. And don’t let this go to that pretty little head, but you’re the best I’ve ever had.” 

Suguru presses his lips to your ear, his big hands gripping your body as his cock drives into you. “Cum for us,” he growls. “Give it to us, gorgeous. Cum.” 

His voice is like a button that triggers something inside of you. Immediately, your body clenches and so do your holes around the big cocks inside of you. Your orgasm crashes into you like a tidal wave, sweeping you up in an ocean of intense pleasure. 

With a loud moan, you cum around Satoru’s cock, triggering his own orgasm. “Gonna cum!” He warns, gripping you tight. “Gonna fill you up. Gonna give you all of these fuckin’ babies, baby, I promise.” 

He holds your eyes with his, showing you desperation and the loss of control in them. It’s so, so sexy. “You’re gonna take all of that cum for ya Daddies, aren’t you?” he coos. “Yes, you are.” 

He answers for you and so does his cock. With a loud moan and a swear, he sinks his claws into your ass and fills your pussy to the brim with your cum. Suguru leans down to kiss him, sloppily swirling his tongue with Satoru’s as he, too, cums. You gasp and shudder as you feel Geto’s cum fill your ass and then wetly drip down your inner thighs. 

The two don’t stop there. They continue to fuck into you without abandon, pushing their cum deeper into your holes. “Shit!” Satoru hisses, his face flushed pink. “C-Can’t…stop…cumming!” 

Suguru moans in response, nuzzling his face into your neck, his hair tickling your skin. He and Satoru rut into you like it’s the last time they’ll do so, hugging you between them. “Take it,” Satoru demands. “Take all of it.” 

You do. You have no choice. You weakly moan as your orgasm draws on, growing more and more intense as the seconds pass. You feel that you may faint if this goes on. You begin to feel dizzy and light, like you’re not grounded. You’re somewhere in the sky floating among the clouds. 

“Y/N?” Suguru’s hand is suddenly on your face, gently tapping your cheek. “Talk to me, mama. You okay?” 

Weakly, you nod. You can’t find the words to speak. Even as your orgasm fades, the tingles remain. 

“Lay her down,” Suguru demands. “I wanna mark that pretty face and those tits too.” You weakly moan as the two demons pull out of your wet, sensitive holes and lay you on your back. 

You stare up at the two sexy, horned men and their still-hard cocks as they pump them furiously in your face. “Hold still now, baby,” Satoru says, his tone saccharine sweet. “Just let your Daddies mark you up.” 

Muscles clench, faces screw, and cocks swell as their second orgasms build. You watch with lust-blown eyes as your demons toss their heads back, exposing their necks to you, as their orgasms wash over them. Delicious moans escape them as their cum escapes their cocks. You gasp as you feel warm liquid splash onto your tits, stomach, and face. 

Your eyes shut just in time to avoid getting any in your eye, but you can taste the salty substance on your lips and tongue. It drops down your breasts and chest; out of your cunt and ass, coating your thighs. You are now completely theirs. 

The two demons sigh in exhaustion and satisfaction, their cocks soft and their toned bodies slick with sweat. Satoru wipes the seat from his forehead, a smile on his face. “That…was needed. I feel better already!” 

Suguru’s nods, agreeing, before his attention falls on you. “How do you feel, baby?” he whispers, gently stroking your thigh. “You okay?” 

All you can muster is a soft mewl in response. You sit there, winded, achy, and coated in cum. Satoru snorts, gently wiping a droplet of cum from your lips. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he laughs. “Now, baby, how do your friends feel about demons? You should probably introduce us soon.” 

Suguru tsks and elbows his partner as he gently scoops you off of the bed. “Shut up and help me run a bath, asshole.” 

The demon holds you to his chest and carries you to the bathroom. He gently kisses your forehead, soft and loving. “You did so well for us tonight, sweetness,” he coos. “So, so good. We hope we made you feel just as good as you made us feel.” 

You want to tell him yes, that you’ve never felt so rejuvenated and alive, but the post-orgasm sleepiness won’t allow you. The shea butter and lavender-scented bubble bath Satoru runs for you only makes it worse. 

The two demons don’t talk as they sit in the bath with you, wiping their cum off of you and letting you soak. There are only soft sighs and light touches that relax you even further as you sink back into Satoru’s chest while Suguru washes you. 

Two incubi in your bathroom. Who would ever believe this? 

The rest of the night is slow, sweet, and involves a hot bubble bath, oil massages, and getting snuggled between two sex demons in your bed. 

Suddenly, with your body aching deliciously and your bed warm from the two men slumbering in it, you start to think that maybe having two incubi haunt you for the rest of your days won’t be such a bad thing after all… 

Just as long as this night is like every other night after. 

THE END. 

[kikidoul]

WILD WEST RIDE.

IN WHICH. . . just when you thought you'd never be able to improve your horse riding skills, ningning told you that lee heeseung, the seasonal winner of the competition, had proposed to coach you. you agreed without hesitation, only to find out what you're riding isn't a horse but rather... heeseung himself?

5.5k wc⠀‎❀⠀‎ cowboy au ♪♪ pro horse rider lee heeseung x fem! reader 𐧘 explicit mature content, stable sex, unprotected sex, mild ass spanking, riding, face-sitting, messy kissing, creampie, oral sex (m and f receiving), usage of pet names, reader wears heeseung's hat.

from author: there's truly a severe lack of cowboy fics so i decided to cook a little something. bgdc heeseung, i still think about you... also not sure what to feel about this new post format hm hm.

"Damn, what the hell happened to you?" Ningning asked, eyes widening in horror at the sight of your… pitiful state.

You plopped down into the couch, body practically sinking into it as you groaned, cradling your bleeding elbow close to your stomach. Ningning approached you with a first-aid kit held in her left hand. She sat on your right, her knees brushing against yours as the couch sinking further from the additional weight.

You visibly jerked away the moment she dabbed the damp cotton pad against your wound, hissing in pain. "I was practicing and got thrown off," you muttered.

Your friend shot you a sympathetic look but you looked to the side, earning a sigh from her. "You need to stop doing this, (Name). You're only gonna hurt yourself if this goes on."

You tuned her out, pointedly looking out of the window on your right. Ningning sighed again, closing the first-aid kit once she's done.

"I'm gonna regret telling you this but I know someone who can teach you," she started, catching how your ears twitched at her words.

She took a deep breath and exhaled. "His name's Heeseung and—"

You shot up before she could finished her sentence. "Wait, did you just say Heeseung? As in the Lee Heeseung? The one who won first place at every competitions?"

Ningning nodded. "Yup, the very same man himself. He doesn't ride anymore, due to a mild injury. He reached out to me first, asking if you needed someone to… teach you."

Your eyes widened, nearly popping out of its sockets. "To teach me?" You repeated, "wait, when did he contact you? And why now?"

Your friend pursed her lips. "Because I'm worried about you! You're spending most of your time practicing. You're always injured whenever you came home. Who wouldn't be worried!"

"Ningning—"

She stopped when she realized she's getting ahead of herself, closing her eyes and internally count to three before reopening them, looking like she had surrendered, like she knew her words couldn't stopped you from chasing after your dreams.

"Just.. be careful," she ended.

You nodded, reaching over to place your hand over hers. "I will. I promise."

~

The next day, you found yourself standing in front of a lonely house.

There's nothing impressive about it at first glance, other than the large and an open-aired fenced up area with a few horses roaming about, their ears twitching. A sheltered stable was situated on the right of the area, where you're certain it's built for horses to take shelter from the harsh, unforgiving sunlight and heavy rain.

At first, you thought you've arrived at the wrong place. You squinted your eyes against the sun shining down on you ruthlessly, holding down your hair when a strong gust of wind blew past you, causing sand to slap lightly against your skin. But no matter where you looked, no one was around. You were about to walk away, feeling defeated when—

"Are you (Name)?"

You looked over your shoulder, body turning as still as a statue when your eyes landed on—what you probably think—is the most handsome man you've laid your eyes upon, in your entire life. His features looked as though they were carefully sculpted from a patient hand—sharp when they needed to be and soft where it mattered.

High cheekbones caught under the sunlight, casting subtle shadows across his face, while his jawline was clean and defined enough to make your stomach do an embarrassing little flip. A worn brown suede jacket hung loosely over his broad frame, the oversized collar lined with dark fur that softened his otherwise imposing appearance. Beneath it was a faded henley shirt, the top button left unbuttoned, showing off more of his sun-kissed skin of his neck and collarbones that made you want to sink your teeth into.

A plaid shirt was tied around his waist, adding another layer to the effortlessly rugged look. Combined with the dust coating his boots and the horses roaming around behind him, he looked like he belonged here.

For the past few seconds or minutes, all you could do was to stare. And it didn't go unnoticed by him, whose eyes gleamed in amusement.

"I'm guessing that's a yes," he said.

Your face flared up. "Uh—"

Great.

Your first ever face-to-face encounter with someone you highly respect and you've already made a fool of yourself. What you didn't know however, was how you're so caught up in your embarrassment to notice how his eyes darkened a shade, how he tongued his cheek as he greedily and shamelessly drink in your figure.

"I know why you're here," he said, saving you from further drowning in a pool of humiliation.

You blinked. "Oh really?"

Heeseung nodded and crossed his arms. "Yup, I saw you before, how you always watch the competitions and shoving your way to stand at the front."

Your ears turned red, not sure whether you should be flattered with the fact that he remembers you, out of everyone else among the audience or something else. You awkwardly cleared your throat, shuffling your feet on the spot, feeling unusually timid with his unwavering and intense gaze that never left your face.

"So, when do we begin?" You asked, managing to keep your voice even and steady despite how your heart's about to leap out of your throat.

The man cocked his head to the side. "What makes you think I'll say yes?"

You opened and closed your mouth, rendered speechless by the sheer audacity of the man. Heeseung laughed, the sound light and melodious. You sworn you heard faint wedding bells ringing in the distance, feeling all light-headed and floaty.

"I'm kidding, I won't go back on my words. I'm not that kind of person," he replied, gesturing for you to follow him as he turned.

You obliged, easily catching up to him and walked beside him, where he brought you over to the fenced up area—where a few nearby mares stopped to look at your approaching figures.

You gulped, entering once Heeseung pushed the fence opened. You watched as a horse headed to him, standing a few centimeters back to observe his interaction with the four-legged creature.

How his features softened as he talked to it in a hushed, comforting tone. The kind of tone one will used when talking to their partner. How he lovingly patted the horse, his calloused fingers brushing against its skin. How he chuckled when it nudged its nose against his neck, huffing out hot air, begging for more attention, similar to a spoiled house cat.

"It likes you. What's its name?" you asked, crossing your arms, unaware that you're smiling from the wholesome interaction.

Heeseung hummed, brushing his hand through the majestic stallion's mane. "Name's Stella, she's been my ride and die since I first saw her. She's very loyal too. Wouldn't let anyone else other than me ride her."

You nodded. "Loyalty is hard to earn. The fact she's loyal to you is an impressive feat of its own."

His lips curled up in a knowing smirk. "If I didn't know better, I would think you're hitting on me."

"Someone needs to knock that ego of yours down a peg," you retorted but your words lacked no bite, your stomach doing another embarrassing flip at how the smirk widened across his face.

Damn, if you knew Heeseung's this fine, you would've done something about it a long time ago.

He stepped away from Stella, turning to walk towards you at a slow, languid pace, like he's taking a walk in a park. It took all of you to not moved an inch, planting your feet into the solid ground beneath your feet.

The cowboy stopped, now standing close enough for the tips of your shoes to touch. With the close proximity, you're able to get a whiff of his cologne mixed with his natural scent.

"Oh really? And who would that be?" He cooed, voice dangerously low and smooth like honey, smooth enough to scratch your brain just right.

Your breath stuttered in your throat when his gaze trailed down your face, lingering on your lips before it's back up to your eyes. He's shameless, with how he doesn't looked ashamed at the fact of him being caught red-handed. And gods, his confidence made your cheeks flushed and your heart skipped a beat.

"I don't know. Maybe it's someone who just so happens to be in need of your… expertise," you replied, matching his tone, watching how his eyes widened slightly before they darkened a shade.

His jaw clenched but before he could say anything, you stepped back, looking at him all innocently despite the very obvious tension engulfing the two of you.

"So, are we getting started or what? C'mon cowboy, show me how you ride," you called out to him.

~

One week passed.

One week of Heeseung showing you the ropes behind horse riding. Putting your… desire for him to ravish you to six ways beyond the world, you're surprised with how knowledgeable he is for what seemed to be common sense. Sure, you have the basics locked down but there's more than just practice makes perfect.

"You're doing it again."

You stopped at his words, about to grab the reins but his voice stopped you. The cowboy leaned against the fence behind him, arms crossed with the hem of his hat dipping low enough to hide his eyes from your view. But it did nothing to hide how they kept flicking down to your bare thighs—something you did on purpose.

You worn the skimpiest outfit you can find in your closet—the shortest pair of shorts that barely covered anything along with the thinnest white crop top and a pair of dusty brown boots to complete the look. When Heeseung first saw you, you could see his brain malfunctioned on the spot.

He dragged his eyes down your body, tongue darting out to wet his lips at your clean, smooth and unblemished thighs. Skin that's practically inviting him in with open arms and legs for him to mark them, to leave physical evidence of him behind, imprinted on your body.

Not to mention, he made zero effort to hide the way he's eye-fucking you every time you bent over, giving him a front-view seat of your behind.

The cowboy sighed, already looking exhausted despite the lesson starting less than ten minutes ago. He didn't push off the fence, choosing to remain there so you can learned from your mistakes without needing him to guide you. Not when he had taught you a few times.

"I've told you before, your weight matters. A horse carries everything you do. Every shift and every movement. If you lean too forward, they feel it. Lean too back and they feel it too," he explained, pushing off the fence and approached you, placing his hand on the stallion's nose, earning a snort of satisfaction.

You hummed absentmindedly, idly twirling the reins around your fingers. It's not your fault, with how attractive the cowboy looks with the sunlight kissing his honey-toned face.

"…Are you listening?" He questioned, despite knowing the answer.

You blinked. "Y-Yea, I was."

Heeseung arched an brow, unconvinced. "Alright, then repeat what I just said."

"…The horse has feelings?"

He didn't reply, mostly because he doesn't have the energy anymore. Instead, all you got was a flat and unimpressed stare. You flashed him your most sweetest and brightest smile—a huge contrast to the kind of thoughts running through your mind, hoping it will softened him up.

But he didn't take the bait.

"Move your right leg back. You're gonna get thrown off the horse if you continue sitting like this," he instructed.

You knew you should move, should obey his words since he's the expert here. But you can't helped it, not with how your eyes, mind and attention drifted somewhere else. To the way his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing more of those choke and drool-worthy skin that you want to feel directly pressed against your body. To the muscles in his forearms, flexing whenever he adjusted the saddle straps or do anything else. And also—

"(Name)."

You blinked, snapping back to reality. "H-Huh?"

He looked at you, that signature unreadable look taking over his handsome and kissable face. "You're staring."

At me.

He doesn't have to say the last two words, not when it's clear as day as to what you were looking at. Heat crept up the back of your neck, flustered with his bluntness.

"..I wasn't! I was thinking!" You blurted out, a poor and feeble attempt to save yourself from your humiliating dilemma.

Heeseung chuckled, the sound low and throaty, enough for heat to pool in your stomach. Fuck, you want to feel the vibrations against your skin. Maybe on your neck or even better, the aching space between your legs. You didn't have to look down to know you're already soaking and leaking.

"Thinking about what? I'm sure it doesn't have anything to do with horse riding," he pointed out, all smug and knowing.

And he's not wrong.

His words gave you a surge of courage. You hopped off the horse, not caring how you'll land badly with how careless you were. The cowboy's eyes widened, genuine horror flashed across his face as he steadied you with his large hands on your hips. He parted his lips, ready to say something but you were faster.

You grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, yanked him towards you and crashed your lips against his. The kiss was messy, desperate and hot, fueled by nothing but the mini chasing and waiting game both of you willingly took part in. He was startled at first, with how he didn't react but when it clicked for him, Heeseung returned the kiss with equal neediness.

You let out a pleased sigh against his cupid-bow lips, a sound that he swallowed without hesitation. Heeseung tugged you close until you're pressed chest-to-chest, not leaving any ounce of space between you and him, like he didn't want to be separated from you.

Your fingers tangled themselves into his hair, not caring that the hat he worn fell to the floor or how you're out in the open, with the horse acting as a witness to two humans going at it.

You gave a light, experimental tug on his hair and was rewarded with a low, deep and guttural growl from him. More heat pooled in your stomach just from hearing it.

You attempted to rub your thighs together, desperately craving for some form of friction but Heeseung was faster. He broke the kiss and threw you over his shoulder, like you're nothing but a sack of potatoes.

"Heeseung!"

You squeaked out, mortified and your face turned even redder when he smacked your asscheek. It's not just once but rather, it was twice in a row—one left and one right. You bit down on your lip, swallowing the whimper that nearly slipped from the tip of your tongue, clenching down on nothing as your underwear is directly pressed against your core.

The cowboy turned a deaf ear to you, marching like he has somewhere to be. Looking over your shoulder, you noticed he's bringing you into the stables rather than his own home. The strong stench of hay and horse shit invaded your senses. You didn't have the time to be revolted at it, for your vision was flipped over.

You flailed your arms about like a wild, frantic chicken, only to find yourself straddling Heeseung's lap. The cowboy sat on what seemed to be a few layers of cloths.

His left hand clasped itself around the back of your neck, using it to pull you in so he could kissed you again. You moaned into the kiss, scooting forward, allowing him to touch you everywhere with his free hand.

You gasped as he boldly cupped you through your shorts, moving his hand up and down while swallowing the angelic sounds you made.

"So fucking wet for me. What a dirty, needy girl you are. Coming over and wearing these kinds of clothes. You knew what you were doing, don't you?" He hissed, fingers popping the button open swiftly.

You whimpered, lifting your hips up slightly so he can wrestle it down your legs, leaving you wearing your pathetic, thin and nearly transparent white cotton underwear with a cute pastel pink bow above your pussy. Heeseung pulled back, resting his forehead against yours and he audibly inhaled, unable to tear his eyes away from the large, visible wet patch.

"All this just from kissing? Tell me what you thought about," he murmured, ducking his head to trail hot, searing kisses down the expanse of your neck. It's only right for you to tilt your head back, granting him access as you hooked your arms around his shoulders to support your weight.

"I…hngh…t-thought about your—oh fuck—m-mouth," you stuttered, voice cracking at his kisses growing sharper and meaner, switching to using his teeth to leave marks in his wake.

Heeseung hummed, the vibrations traveling down the length of your body and right down to your pussy, causing more slick to pour out from it. "Yea? Want my mouth on you? Want me to eat you out until you're crying and begging for me to stop? Want me to eat this tight little pussy of yours?"

You outright sobbed at his words, how his voice dropped an octave lower. You grinded your hips against his, seeking for friction but he clicked his tongue, firmly holding you down, forbidding you from moving any further. Heeseung moved away from your neck, his lips swollen and pupils completely blown out, clouded with lust.

He kissed you again, softer and sweeter while he slowly leaned back, bringing you down with him. When he's fully laying on the sheets spread out beneath him, he broke the kiss, chuckling at how you chased after his lips. He patted your right thigh with his hand, shooting you a sly grin when you gave him a confused look.

"Sit on my face, princess. Wanna make you feel good," he said.

Well fuck, if that isn't the hottest thing you've heard in your entire life. As much as you wanted to lower yourself, a small part of you was unsure, thinking you were mishearing things. You looked at him, your hands curled into fists as they rested on your lap.

"..Are you sure?" You asked, your voice small.

Heeseung's features softened, his doe-like eyes never leaving your face, not even for a split second. "Of course I'm sure. I want this and you."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words combined with the pure sincerity in his voice. You scooted upward with him holding you gently but firmly by your waist until your core is hovering directly over his face. You let him tugged your panties to the side. The movement caused long, sticky and glimmering strands of slick to stretch until they snapped into half.

"Fuck, look at this.. So fuckin' pretty and wet. It's all for me, isn't it?" He breathed out, now hooking your arms around your waist, forcing you to lower yourself down onto his awaiting mouth.

The moment you fully sat on his face, you sworn you nearly saw the white pearly gates of heaven.

Heeseung eats you out like a starving, famished man, like he hasn't eaten a proper meal for the past five months. And that wouldn't be far from the truth. He's enthusiastic, messy and sloppy—all of the three things combined into what will probably be the best pussy-eating session you ever had.

Long and broad strokes along your puffy, dripping folds with the tip of his tongue used to collect your essence as he lapped away, like a dog in heat. When he reached your clit, he savored it with quick and pointed flicks, enough to make you bend forward, hands fisting the sheets beneath your palms.

Your thighs quivered at a particular loud and harsh suck with his lips wrapped around the hood of your clit, the suction making your toes curled in your boots.

"O-Oh fuck. So fuckin' good—hah," you moaned out loud, shame be dammed at this point.

He moaned, shaking his head side to side, further smearing your slick across his face, like how one does when they're spreading butter on bread. Loud slurping sounds and moans filled the air in the stables. Both of you didn't care that there were some horses in the same roof as you, both too focused in the current heat of the moment.

You weren't aware you were rocking your hips against his mouth, using the sharp edge of his nose to get yourself off. Heeseung groaned in approval, letting you use him like a tool. He moved his hand down to your ass, alternating between spanking and kneading the meaty flesh, like it's nothing but dough with his warm and calloused hand.

Your breathing grew ragged and unsteady, something tight gradually building in your abdomen, like a piece of rubber-band was stretched beyond its limit. The cowboy knew you're reaching your climax and he buried his face deeper into your pussy, his nose brushing against your clit in just the right angle.

You could barely register the kind of sounds you were making. Sounds that could rival against a professional pornstar. The crop top you worn cling onto your skin, drenched in nothing but your sweat from the humidity of the stable.

"I-I'm gonna cum—fuck, c-close," you babbled.

Your words only made him increased the intensity, with him now paying more attention to your swollen, sensitive clit. The last straw came in the form of him plunging his tongue as deep as possible for you to tip over the edge. Your thighs was clamped tightly around his head, body shaking like a fallen leaf as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you.

Heeseung didn't pull away but rather, he continued. He ate you through your orgasm, letting out louder moans and groans, acting like he's the one cumming instead of you. You had to pull at his hair relentlessly, trying to get him away from your sensitive pussy. Only when he pressed a final, light kiss directly on your core was he finally satisfied.

He sat up, only for you to stop him with a hand on his chest. Confused, he lets you pushed him back down until he's half-leaning against the wall behind him.

Confusion was replaced with understanding and desire once he saw how you scooted down, getting to your knees between his legs. You pushed the hem of his shirt up, revealing his honey-toned skin, outlines of his abs along with a dangerous v-line that took your breath away.

"Let me help you out," you murmured, never breaking eye contact as you palmed him through his jeans, feeling him hardened and filling out between your fingers.

Heeseung groaned, watching you with half-lidded eyes. He lets you unbuttoned and pulled the zipper down, the sound seemingly loud in the stable, foreshadowing what's to come. The jeans and Playboy boxers quickly came off as you placed it aside, not wanting it to be dirtied even though he doesn't care about that.

Your breath was punched out of your lungs when his cock sprang free from its restraints. It slapped against his toned stomach, leaving a bead of precum behind.

You planted a kiss on the tip—light and fleeting, savoring the way his breath hitched and how he canted his hips forward, his cock gliding against your left cheek.

You took him into your mouth, lips stretching as wide as possible to accommodate the grith of his cock. To say he's big would be an understatement. You felt a stinging and lingering pain from your jaw muscles, with how you're overexerting yourself to take him fully but you persisted. Your nostrils flared, able to smell his musty scent that makes your head spin and eyes dazing out.

Heeseung threw his head back, baring his Adam's Apple that bobbed up and down as he swallowed. Sweat droplets rolled down his neck. It's obvious he's fighting against his own demons—to fuck your throat like it's nothing but a fleshlight. You inched forward, starting off at a slow, steady rhythm as you bobbed your head back and forth.

You hummed, the added and abrupt vibration drew a choked out, breathless moan from the cowboy. Determined to hear more, you used your hand to touch areas you couldn't reached with your mouth, lightly raking your nails along the edge of his cock.

Heeseung's hips twitched and he accidentally jerked forward, shoving more of his cock down your mouth, eliciting a surprised, muffled sound from you.

"That's it, take it. Take everything," he grunted, hips moving as he thrusted into your mouth, reaching out with one hand to blindly grab a fistful of your hair, using it as reins like you're a horse and he's your rider.

You picked up the pace, hollowing your cheeks for better suction, causing him to arch his back off the sheets as it sticks to his back, already damp with nothing but his sweat.

Your hand reached further down, cupping and fondling with his heavy balls that's practically on the verge of bursting and he cum, spilling down your throat.

You didn't gag, swallowing everything he has to offer, slobbering away at his cock like it's nothing but a piece of chicken drumstick, pushing him through his climax. Heeseung's loud when he cums, moaning and chanting your name like a sacred prayer.

When he fell back to the sheets, all limp and boneless, you took that as your cue to pull away, planting a kiss on his tip, snickering at how it twitched from the contact.

Heeseung's eyes shifted to you, panting and he tugged you over, meeting you in the middle. Both of you moaned at the heavy taste of his cum filling your mouths.

The rest of your clothes were frantically removed, fueled with nothing but the pent-up need to feel your bodies pressed together. He paused, breath taken away from how your breasts jiggled free when he chucked your bra aside.

He leaned forward but you stopped him, fingers clasped around his chin, forcing him to look up at you with wide eyes.

"Next time. Just fuck me before I lose my mind," you confessed, like you're committing a sin.

He made a low, needy sound at the back of his throat, deeply affected by your words and the sheer desperation in your voice. He nodded eagerly, pulling you down to kiss you, wanting to get another taste of you. If he could, he'd prefer to stay like this until the end of the world—you sitting on his lap, the only place you deserved and you let him worshiped you.

You sighed into the kiss, letting your hands feel him up as you touched his bare chest, feeling him shivered under your palms when you brushed your fingers against his nipples. You opened your eyes when something light was placed on top of your head. One glance up was enough to identify the newly added but barely noticeable weight.

"Seriously?" You asked, amused but made no move to remove the accessory.

Heeseung, on the other hand, was starstruck by the sight before him. "Fuck, you look gorgeous. Ride me while you wear it."

You arched an brow. "So bossy, but if you insist."

With his help, you aligned yourselves together. Instead of sinking down immediately, you rocked your hips back and forth, moaning at the delirious sensation of his cockhead rubbing against your fat, dripping pussy lips. Heeseung hissed, nails digging into your hips when you grabbed a hold of his cock before pushing yourself down.

He watched, mesmerized with how his cock disappeared, inch by inch until you bottomed out, your asscheeks hitting his strong, muscular thighs. Your moans echoed among the four walls of the stables, with the horses minding their businesses.

Your mouth dropped open, forming an "O" shape at how you're practically being split apart on his cock.

"Fuck, so tight and warm," the cowboy rasped out, squeezing his eyes shut and teeth sinking into his bottom lip, clearly fighting against his restraint to not buck upwards.

You reached out, placing both hands on his shoulders to raise yourself up until his tip is still nestled between your pussy lips before slamming down. You repeated it, managing to set a doable pace for yourself, ensuring to move your hips in a tight circle motion at every thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin along with the wet, squelching sounds was the only things audible in the stables.

You arched your back, pushing your chest forward, squealing out loud when Heeseung leaned forward to wrap his lips around your right nipple. He switched between licking and nipping at it. You had to hold the hat down from on top when you felt it tipping backward. He used his free hand to pinch your other nipple, wanting to give equal love and attention while you bounced on his lap.

"Just like that, doll. Look at you, you're a natural at riding," he groaned, detaching his lips from your nipple that's covered in a thin layer of saliva.

You watched with half-lidded eyes as the string of saliva snapped into half as he leaned back, wanting to take in the majestic view before him.

A series of whimpers, moans and whines spilled from your lips endlessly, like a broken water tap. You didn't care that you were being extremely loud, not like there's anyone around in the first place. Here, it's just you and Heeseung, along with the horses being the unfortunate victims of watching someone riding the living lights of their precious rider.

Heeseung gripped onto your hips and delivered a sharp, long thrust upward. It's enough to draw a high-pitched cry from you. Your body slumped forward, arms hanging loosely around his shoulders and he took that as his cue to fuck into you from below.

You buried your face in the crook of his neck, tongue licking up the sweat on his honey-toned skin, tasting salt on your tongue. Your nails dug into his back, hard enough to leave marks behind—something he doesn't mind.

You keened, unable to think of anything else other than the intoxicating feeling of his cock sliding in and out of your wet, gaping pussy and how he's able to hit places that you thought it was impossible to.

"H-Hee.. hngh, g-gonna cum—"

You slurred, tears prickling your eyes with your vision blurring slightly. At your words, Heeseung threw your right leg over his shoulder. You were still seated on his cock but the slight change of angle allowed him to slide deeper, if that was still possible.

"Cum for me, baby," he demanded, hand snaking down to rub your clit furiously.

You had to support your weight with your hands braced against the sheets beneath you. You whimpered at the sudden, painful stimulation. Your body quivered nonstop as pleasure crashed over you without warning, your walls convulsing around his cock violently. Heeseung showed no signs of stopping as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm.

"S-Stop! Too much," you wailed, milking his cock dry until a creamy white ring was formed around the base of his cock.

"Yes, you can. Do it for me," he panted, his movements growing sloppy.

With one final long thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and filled your pussy with thick and hot cum, painting your walls in the shade of milky white.

You moaned at the feeling of being filled up, feeling unusually full as he pumped you full of his cum. Your thighs trembled when you felt something warm and sticky slowly rolling down your thighs but made no move to wipe it off, too exhausted to lift a single finger.

You slumped against Heeseung, chin on his left shoulder. Both of you didn't say a word, catching your breath first. You felt him softening inside you but he didn't pull out.

"Heeseung, you—!?"

You didn't finish your sentence, not when he snapped his hips upward again. You sobbed, your pussy too sensitive for anything else now. You leaned back, wanting to tell him off or to stop him, only for your voice to die down in your throat.

Even when he looks wrecked, he still looks annoyingly handsome, much to your mild annoyance. Whatever thoughts or words you had in mind was washed down the drain when he snapped his hips forward, his cock kissing that one spongy spot hidden in your pussy, making your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

Heeseung chuckled, leaning over to whisper into your ear, his hot breath fanning against your skin. "I think we need a few more lessons. Gonna teach you how to ride until you're a pro."

[kikidoul]

WILD WEST RIDE.

IN WHICH. . . just when you thought you'd never be able to improve your horse riding skills, ningning told you that lee heeseung, the seasonal winner of the competition, had proposed to coach you. you agreed without hesitation, only to find out what you're riding isn't a horse but rather... heeseung himself?

5.5k wc⠀‎❀⠀‎ cowboy au ♪♪ pro horse rider lee heeseung x fem! reader 𐧘 explicit mature content, stable sex, unprotected sex, mild ass spanking, riding, face-sitting, messy kissing, creampie, oral sex (m and f receiving), usage of pet names, reader wears heeseung's hat.

from author: there's truly a severe lack of cowboy fics so i decided to cook a little something. bgdc heeseung, i still think about you... also not sure what to feel about this new post format hm hm.

"Damn, what the hell happened to you?" Ningning asked, eyes widening in horror at the sight of your… pitiful state.

You plopped down into the couch, body practically sinking into it as you groaned, cradling your bleeding elbow close to your stomach. Ningning approached you with a first-aid kit held in her left hand. She sat on your right, her knees brushing against yours as the couch sinking further from the additional weight.

You visibly jerked away the moment she dabbed the damp cotton pad against your wound, hissing in pain. "I was practicing and got thrown off," you muttered.

Your friend shot you a sympathetic look but you looked to the side, earning a sigh from her. "You need to stop doing this, (Name). You're only gonna hurt yourself if this goes on."

You tuned her out, pointedly looking out of the window on your right. Ningning sighed again, closing the first-aid kit once she's done.

"I'm gonna regret telling you this but I know someone who can teach you," she started, catching how your ears twitched at her words.

She took a deep breath and exhaled. "His name's Heeseung and—"

You shot up before she could finished her sentence. "Wait, did you just say Heeseung? As in the Lee Heeseung? The one who won first place at every competitions?"

Ningning nodded. "Yup, the very same man himself. He doesn't ride anymore, due to a mild injury. He reached out to me first, asking if you needed someone to… teach you."

Your eyes widened, nearly popping out of its sockets. "To teach me?" You repeated, "wait, when did he contact you? And why now?"

Your friend pursed her lips. "Because I'm worried about you! You're spending most of your time practicing. You're always injured whenever you came home. Who wouldn't be worried!"

"Ningning—"

She stopped when she realized she's getting ahead of herself, closing her eyes and internally count to three before reopening them, looking like she had surrendered, like she knew her words couldn't stopped you from chasing after your dreams.

"Just.. be careful," she ended.

You nodded, reaching over to place your hand over hers. "I will. I promise."

~

The next day, you found yourself standing in front of a lonely house.

There's nothing impressive about it at first glance, other than the large and an open-aired fenced up area with a few horses roaming about, their ears twitching. A sheltered stable was situated on the right of the area, where you're certain it's built for horses to take shelter from the harsh, unforgiving sunlight and heavy rain.

At first, you thought you've arrived at the wrong place. You squinted your eyes against the sun shining down on you ruthlessly, holding down your hair when a strong gust of wind blew past you, causing sand to slap lightly against your skin. But no matter where you looked, no one was around. You were about to walk away, feeling defeated when—

"Are you (Name)?"

You looked over your shoulder, body turning as still as a statue when your eyes landed on—what you probably think—is the most handsome man you've laid your eyes upon, in your entire life. His features looked as though they were carefully sculpted from a patient hand—sharp when they needed to be and soft where it mattered.

High cheekbones caught under the sunlight, casting subtle shadows across his face, while his jawline was clean and defined enough to make your stomach do an embarrassing little flip. A worn brown suede jacket hung loosely over his broad frame, the oversized collar lined with dark fur that softened his otherwise imposing appearance. Beneath it was a faded henley shirt, the top button left unbuttoned, showing off more of his sun-kissed skin of his neck and collarbones that made you want to sink your teeth into.

A plaid shirt was tied around his waist, adding another layer to the effortlessly rugged look. Combined with the dust coating his boots and the horses roaming around behind him, he looked like he belonged here.

For the past few seconds or minutes, all you could do was to stare. And it didn't go unnoticed by him, whose eyes gleamed in amusement.

"I'm guessing that's a yes," he said.

Your face flared up. "Uh—"

Great.

Your first ever face-to-face encounter with someone you highly respect and you've already made a fool of yourself. What you didn't know however, was how you're so caught up in your embarrassment to notice how his eyes darkened a shade, how he tongued his cheek as he greedily and shamelessly drink in your figure.

"I know why you're here," he said, saving you from further drowning in a pool of humiliation.

You blinked. "Oh really?"

Heeseung nodded and crossed his arms. "Yup, I saw you before, how you always watch the competitions and shoving your way to stand at the front."

Your ears turned red, not sure whether you should be flattered with the fact that he remembers you, out of everyone else among the audience or something else. You awkwardly cleared your throat, shuffling your feet on the spot, feeling unusually timid with his unwavering and intense gaze that never left your face.

"So, when do we begin?" You asked, managing to keep your voice even and steady despite how your heart's about to leap out of your throat.

The man cocked his head to the side. "What makes you think I'll say yes?"

You opened and closed your mouth, rendered speechless by the sheer audacity of the man. Heeseung laughed, the sound light and melodious. You sworn you heard faint wedding bells ringing in the distance, feeling all light-headed and floaty.

"I'm kidding, I won't go back on my words. I'm not that kind of person," he replied, gesturing for you to follow him as he turned.

You obliged, easily catching up to him and walked beside him, where he brought you over to the fenced up area—where a few nearby mares stopped to look at your approaching figures.

You gulped, entering once Heeseung pushed the fence opened. You watched as a horse headed to him, standing a few centimeters back to observe his interaction with the four-legged creature.

How his features softened as he talked to it in a hushed, comforting tone. The kind of tone one will used when talking to their partner. How he lovingly patted the horse, his calloused fingers brushing against its skin. How he chuckled when it nudged its nose against his neck, huffing out hot air, begging for more attention, similar to a spoiled house cat.

"It likes you. What's its name?" you asked, crossing your arms, unaware that you're smiling from the wholesome interaction.

Heeseung hummed, brushing his hand through the majestic stallion's mane. "Name's Stella, she's been my ride and die since I first saw her. She's very loyal too. Wouldn't let anyone else other than me ride her."

You nodded. "Loyalty is hard to earn. The fact she's loyal to you is an impressive feat of its own."

His lips curled up in a knowing smirk. "If I didn't know better, I would think you're hitting on me."

"Someone needs to knock that ego of yours down a peg," you retorted but your words lacked no bite, your stomach doing another embarrassing flip at how the smirk widened across his face.

Damn, if you knew Heeseung's this fine, you would've done something about it a long time ago.

He stepped away from Stella, turning to walk towards you at a slow, languid pace, like he's taking a walk in a park. It took all of you to not moved an inch, planting your feet into the solid ground beneath your feet.

The cowboy stopped, now standing close enough for the tips of your shoes to touch. With the close proximity, you're able to get a whiff of his cologne mixed with his natural scent.

"Oh really? And who would that be?" He cooed, voice dangerously low and smooth like honey, smooth enough to scratch your brain just right.

Your breath stuttered in your throat when his gaze trailed down your face, lingering on your lips before it's back up to your eyes. He's shameless, with how he doesn't looked ashamed at the fact of him being caught red-handed. And gods, his confidence made your cheeks flushed and your heart skipped a beat.

"I don't know. Maybe it's someone who just so happens to be in need of your… expertise," you replied, matching his tone, watching how his eyes widened slightly before they darkened a shade.

His jaw clenched but before he could say anything, you stepped back, looking at him all innocently despite the very obvious tension engulfing the two of you.

"So, are we getting started or what? C'mon cowboy, show me how you ride," you called out to him.

~

One week passed.

One week of Heeseung showing you the ropes behind horse riding. Putting your… desire for him to ravish you to six ways beyond the world, you're surprised with how knowledgeable he is for what seemed to be common sense. Sure, you have the basics locked down but there's more than just practice makes perfect.

"You're doing it again."

You stopped at his words, about to grab the reins but his voice stopped you. The cowboy leaned against the fence behind him, arms crossed with the hem of his hat dipping low enough to hide his eyes from your view. But it did nothing to hide how they kept flicking down to your bare thighs—something you did on purpose.

You worn the skimpiest outfit you can find in your closet—the shortest pair of shorts that barely covered anything along with the thinnest white crop top and a pair of dusty brown boots to complete the look. When Heeseung first saw you, you could see his brain malfunctioned on the spot.

He dragged his eyes down your body, tongue darting out to wet his lips at your clean, smooth and unblemished thighs. Skin that's practically inviting him in with open arms and legs for him to mark them, to leave physical evidence of him behind, imprinted on your body.

Not to mention, he made zero effort to hide the way he's eye-fucking you every time you bent over, giving him a front-view seat of your behind.

The cowboy sighed, already looking exhausted despite the lesson starting less than ten minutes ago. He didn't push off the fence, choosing to remain there so you can learned from your mistakes without needing him to guide you. Not when he had taught you a few times.

"I've told you before, your weight matters. A horse carries everything you do. Every shift and every movement. If you lean too forward, they feel it. Lean too back and they feel it too," he explained, pushing off the fence and approached you, placing his hand on the stallion's nose, earning a snort of satisfaction.

You hummed absentmindedly, idly twirling the reins around your fingers. It's not your fault, with how attractive the cowboy looks with the sunlight kissing his honey-toned face.

"…Are you listening?" He questioned, despite knowing the answer.

You blinked. "Y-Yea, I was."

Heeseung arched an brow, unconvinced. "Alright, then repeat what I just said."

"…The horse has feelings?"

He didn't reply, mostly because he doesn't have the energy anymore. Instead, all you got was a flat and unimpressed stare. You flashed him your most sweetest and brightest smile—a huge contrast to the kind of thoughts running through your mind, hoping it will softened him up.

But he didn't take the bait.

"Move your right leg back. You're gonna get thrown off the horse if you continue sitting like this," he instructed.

You knew you should move, should obey his words since he's the expert here. But you can't helped it, not with how your eyes, mind and attention drifted somewhere else. To the way his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing more of those choke and drool-worthy skin that you want to feel directly pressed against your body. To the muscles in his forearms, flexing whenever he adjusted the saddle straps or do anything else. And also—

"(Name)."

You blinked, snapping back to reality. "H-Huh?"

He looked at you, that signature unreadable look taking over his handsome and kissable face. "You're staring."

At me.

He doesn't have to say the last two words, not when it's clear as day as to what you were looking at. Heat crept up the back of your neck, flustered with his bluntness.

"..I wasn't! I was thinking!" You blurted out, a poor and feeble attempt to save yourself from your humiliating dilemma.

Heeseung chuckled, the sound low and throaty, enough for heat to pool in your stomach. Fuck, you want to feel the vibrations against your skin. Maybe on your neck or even better, the aching space between your legs. You didn't have to look down to know you're already soaking and leaking.

"Thinking about what? I'm sure it doesn't have anything to do with horse riding," he pointed out, all smug and knowing.

And he's not wrong.

His words gave you a surge of courage. You hopped off the horse, not caring how you'll land badly with how careless you were. The cowboy's eyes widened, genuine horror flashed across his face as he steadied you with his large hands on your hips. He parted his lips, ready to say something but you were faster.

You grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, yanked him towards you and crashed your lips against his. The kiss was messy, desperate and hot, fueled by nothing but the mini chasing and waiting game both of you willingly took part in. He was startled at first, with how he didn't react but when it clicked for him, Heeseung returned the kiss with equal neediness.

You let out a pleased sigh against his cupid-bow lips, a sound that he swallowed without hesitation. Heeseung tugged you close until you're pressed chest-to-chest, not leaving any ounce of space between you and him, like he didn't want to be separated from you.

Your fingers tangled themselves into his hair, not caring that the hat he worn fell to the floor or how you're out in the open, with the horse acting as a witness to two humans going at it.

You gave a light, experimental tug on his hair and was rewarded with a low, deep and guttural growl from him. More heat pooled in your stomach just from hearing it.

You attempted to rub your thighs together, desperately craving for some form of friction but Heeseung was faster. He broke the kiss and threw you over his shoulder, like you're nothing but a sack of potatoes.

"Heeseung!"

You squeaked out, mortified and your face turned even redder when he smacked your asscheek. It's not just once but rather, it was twice in a row—one left and one right. You bit down on your lip, swallowing the whimper that nearly slipped from the tip of your tongue, clenching down on nothing as your underwear is directly pressed against your core.

The cowboy turned a deaf ear to you, marching like he has somewhere to be. Looking over your shoulder, you noticed he's bringing you into the stables rather than his own home. The strong stench of hay and horse shit invaded your senses. You didn't have the time to be revolted at it, for your vision was flipped over.

You flailed your arms about like a wild, frantic chicken, only to find yourself straddling Heeseung's lap. The cowboy sat on what seemed to be a few layers of cloths.

His left hand clasped itself around the back of your neck, using it to pull you in so he could kissed you again. You moaned into the kiss, scooting forward, allowing him to touch you everywhere with his free hand.

You gasped as he boldly cupped you through your shorts, moving his hand up and down while swallowing the angelic sounds you made.

"So fucking wet for me. What a dirty, needy girl you are. Coming over and wearing these kinds of clothes. You knew what you were doing, don't you?" He hissed, fingers popping the button open swiftly.

You whimpered, lifting your hips up slightly so he can wrestle it down your legs, leaving you wearing your pathetic, thin and nearly transparent white cotton underwear with a cute pastel pink bow above your pussy. Heeseung pulled back, resting his forehead against yours and he audibly inhaled, unable to tear his eyes away from the large, visible wet patch.

"All this just from kissing? Tell me what you thought about," he murmured, ducking his head to trail hot, searing kisses down the expanse of your neck. It's only right for you to tilt your head back, granting him access as you hooked your arms around his shoulders to support your weight.

"I…hngh…t-thought about your—oh fuck—m-mouth," you stuttered, voice cracking at his kisses growing sharper and meaner, switching to using his teeth to leave marks in his wake.

Heeseung hummed, the vibrations traveling down the length of your body and right down to your pussy, causing more slick to pour out from it. "Yea? Want my mouth on you? Want me to eat you out until you're crying and begging for me to stop? Want me to eat this tight little pussy of yours?"

You outright sobbed at his words, how his voice dropped an octave lower. You grinded your hips against his, seeking for friction but he clicked his tongue, firmly holding you down, forbidding you from moving any further. Heeseung moved away from your neck, his lips swollen and pupils completely blown out, clouded with lust.

He kissed you again, softer and sweeter while he slowly leaned back, bringing you down with him. When he's fully laying on the sheets spread out beneath him, he broke the kiss, chuckling at how you chased after his lips. He patted your right thigh with his hand, shooting you a sly grin when you gave him a confused look.

"Sit on my face, princess. Wanna make you feel good," he said.

Well fuck, if that isn't the hottest thing you've heard in your entire life. As much as you wanted to lower yourself, a small part of you was unsure, thinking you were mishearing things. You looked at him, your hands curled into fists as they rested on your lap.

"..Are you sure?" You asked, your voice small.

Heeseung's features softened, his doe-like eyes never leaving your face, not even for a split second. "Of course I'm sure. I want this and you."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words combined with the pure sincerity in his voice. You scooted upward with him holding you gently but firmly by your waist until your core is hovering directly over his face. You let him tugged your panties to the side. The movement caused long, sticky and glimmering strands of slick to stretch until they snapped into half.

"Fuck, look at this.. So fuckin' pretty and wet. It's all for me, isn't it?" He breathed out, now hooking your arms around your waist, forcing you to lower yourself down onto his awaiting mouth.

The moment you fully sat on his face, you sworn you nearly saw the white pearly gates of heaven.

Heeseung eats you out like a starving, famished man, like he hasn't eaten a proper meal for the past five months. And that wouldn't be far from the truth. He's enthusiastic, messy and sloppy—all of the three things combined into what will probably be the best pussy-eating session you ever had.

Long and broad strokes along your puffy, dripping folds with the tip of his tongue used to collect your essence as he lapped away, like a dog in heat. When he reached your clit, he savored it with quick and pointed flicks, enough to make you bend forward, hands fisting the sheets beneath your palms.

Your thighs quivered at a particular loud and harsh suck with his lips wrapped around the hood of your clit, the suction making your toes curled in your boots.

"O-Oh fuck. So fuckin' good—hah," you moaned out loud, shame be dammed at this point.

He moaned, shaking his head side to side, further smearing your slick across his face, like how one does when they're spreading butter on bread. Loud slurping sounds and moans filled the air in the stables. Both of you didn't care that there were some horses in the same roof as you, both too focused in the current heat of the moment.

You weren't aware you were rocking your hips against his mouth, using the sharp edge of his nose to get yourself off. Heeseung groaned in approval, letting you use him like a tool. He moved his hand down to your ass, alternating between spanking and kneading the meaty flesh, like it's nothing but dough with his warm and calloused hand.

Your breathing grew ragged and unsteady, something tight gradually building in your abdomen, like a piece of rubber-band was stretched beyond its limit. The cowboy knew you're reaching your climax and he buried his face deeper into your pussy, his nose brushing against your clit in just the right angle.

You could barely register the kind of sounds you were making. Sounds that could rival against a professional pornstar. The crop top you worn cling onto your skin, drenched in nothing but your sweat from the humidity of the stable.

"I-I'm gonna cum—fuck, c-close," you babbled.

Your words only made him increased the intensity, with him now paying more attention to your swollen, sensitive clit. The last straw came in the form of him plunging his tongue as deep as possible for you to tip over the edge. Your thighs was clamped tightly around his head, body shaking like a fallen leaf as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you.

Heeseung didn't pull away but rather, he continued. He ate you through your orgasm, letting out louder moans and groans, acting like he's the one cumming instead of you. You had to pull at his hair relentlessly, trying to get him away from your sensitive pussy. Only when he pressed a final, light kiss directly on your core was he finally satisfied.

He sat up, only for you to stop him with a hand on his chest. Confused, he lets you pushed him back down until he's half-leaning against the wall behind him.

Confusion was replaced with understanding and desire once he saw how you scooted down, getting to your knees between his legs. You pushed the hem of his shirt up, revealing his honey-toned skin, outlines of his abs along with a dangerous v-line that took your breath away.

"Let me help you out," you murmured, never breaking eye contact as you palmed him through his jeans, feeling him hardened and filling out between your fingers.

Heeseung groaned, watching you with half-lidded eyes. He lets you unbuttoned and pulled the zipper down, the sound seemingly loud in the stable, foreshadowing what's to come. The jeans and Playboy boxers quickly came off as you placed it aside, not wanting it to be dirtied even though he doesn't care about that.

Your breath was punched out of your lungs when his cock sprang free from its restraints. It slapped against his toned stomach, leaving a bead of precum behind.

You planted a kiss on the tip—light and fleeting, savoring the way his breath hitched and how he canted his hips forward, his cock gliding against your left cheek.

You took him into your mouth, lips stretching as wide as possible to accommodate the grith of his cock. To say he's big would be an understatement. You felt a stinging and lingering pain from your jaw muscles, with how you're overexerting yourself to take him fully but you persisted. Your nostrils flared, able to smell his musty scent that makes your head spin and eyes dazing out.

Heeseung threw his head back, baring his Adam's Apple that bobbed up and down as he swallowed. Sweat droplets rolled down his neck. It's obvious he's fighting against his own demons—to fuck your throat like it's nothing but a fleshlight. You inched forward, starting off at a slow, steady rhythm as you bobbed your head back and forth.

You hummed, the added and abrupt vibration drew a choked out, breathless moan from the cowboy. Determined to hear more, you used your hand to touch areas you couldn't reached with your mouth, lightly raking your nails along the edge of his cock.

Heeseung's hips twitched and he accidentally jerked forward, shoving more of his cock down your mouth, eliciting a surprised, muffled sound from you.

"That's it, take it. Take everything," he grunted, hips moving as he thrusted into your mouth, reaching out with one hand to blindly grab a fistful of your hair, using it as reins like you're a horse and he's your rider.

You picked up the pace, hollowing your cheeks for better suction, causing him to arch his back off the sheets as it sticks to his back, already damp with nothing but his sweat.

Your hand reached further down, cupping and fondling with his heavy balls that's practically on the verge of bursting and he cum, spilling down your throat.

You didn't gag, swallowing everything he has to offer, slobbering away at his cock like it's nothing but a piece of chicken drumstick, pushing him through his climax. Heeseung's loud when he cums, moaning and chanting your name like a sacred prayer.

When he fell back to the sheets, all limp and boneless, you took that as your cue to pull away, planting a kiss on his tip, snickering at how it twitched from the contact.

Heeseung's eyes shifted to you, panting and he tugged you over, meeting you in the middle. Both of you moaned at the heavy taste of his cum filling your mouths.

The rest of your clothes were frantically removed, fueled with nothing but the pent-up need to feel your bodies pressed together. He paused, breath taken away from how your breasts jiggled free when he chucked your bra aside.

He leaned forward but you stopped him, fingers clasped around his chin, forcing him to look up at you with wide eyes.

"Next time. Just fuck me before I lose my mind," you confessed, like you're committing a sin.

He made a low, needy sound at the back of his throat, deeply affected by your words and the sheer desperation in your voice. He nodded eagerly, pulling you down to kiss you, wanting to get another taste of you. If he could, he'd prefer to stay like this until the end of the world—you sitting on his lap, the only place you deserved and you let him worshiped you.

You sighed into the kiss, letting your hands feel him up as you touched his bare chest, feeling him shivered under your palms when you brushed your fingers against his nipples. You opened your eyes when something light was placed on top of your head. One glance up was enough to identify the newly added but barely noticeable weight.

"Seriously?" You asked, amused but made no move to remove the accessory.

Heeseung, on the other hand, was starstruck by the sight before him. "Fuck, you look gorgeous. Ride me while you wear it."

You arched an brow. "So bossy, but if you insist."

With his help, you aligned yourselves together. Instead of sinking down immediately, you rocked your hips back and forth, moaning at the delirious sensation of his cockhead rubbing against your fat, dripping pussy lips. Heeseung hissed, nails digging into your hips when you grabbed a hold of his cock before pushing yourself down.

He watched, mesmerized with how his cock disappeared, inch by inch until you bottomed out, your asscheeks hitting his strong, muscular thighs. Your moans echoed among the four walls of the stables, with the horses minding their businesses.

Your mouth dropped open, forming an "O" shape at how you're practically being split apart on his cock.

"Fuck, so tight and warm," the cowboy rasped out, squeezing his eyes shut and teeth sinking into his bottom lip, clearly fighting against his restraint to not buck upwards.

You reached out, placing both hands on his shoulders to raise yourself up until his tip is still nestled between your pussy lips before slamming down. You repeated it, managing to set a doable pace for yourself, ensuring to move your hips in a tight circle motion at every thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin along with the wet, squelching sounds was the only things audible in the stables.

You arched your back, pushing your chest forward, squealing out loud when Heeseung leaned forward to wrap his lips around your right nipple. He switched between licking and nipping at it. You had to hold the hat down from on top when you felt it tipping backward. He used his free hand to pinch your other nipple, wanting to give equal love and attention while you bounced on his lap.

"Just like that, doll. Look at you, you're a natural at riding," he groaned, detaching his lips from your nipple that's covered in a thin layer of saliva.

You watched with half-lidded eyes as the string of saliva snapped into half as he leaned back, wanting to take in the majestic view before him.

A series of whimpers, moans and whines spilled from your lips endlessly, like a broken water tap. You didn't care that you were being extremely loud, not like there's anyone around in the first place. Here, it's just you and Heeseung, along with the horses being the unfortunate victims of watching someone riding the living lights of their precious rider.

Heeseung gripped onto your hips and delivered a sharp, long thrust upward. It's enough to draw a high-pitched cry from you. Your body slumped forward, arms hanging loosely around his shoulders and he took that as his cue to fuck into you from below.

You buried your face in the crook of his neck, tongue licking up the sweat on his honey-toned skin, tasting salt on your tongue. Your nails dug into his back, hard enough to leave marks behind—something he doesn't mind.

You keened, unable to think of anything else other than the intoxicating feeling of his cock sliding in and out of your wet, gaping pussy and how he's able to hit places that you thought it was impossible to.

"H-Hee.. hngh, g-gonna cum—"

You slurred, tears prickling your eyes with your vision blurring slightly. At your words, Heeseung threw your right leg over his shoulder. You were still seated on his cock but the slight change of angle allowed him to slide deeper, if that was still possible.

"Cum for me, baby," he demanded, hand snaking down to rub your clit furiously.

You had to support your weight with your hands braced against the sheets beneath you. You whimpered at the sudden, painful stimulation. Your body quivered nonstop as pleasure crashed over you without warning, your walls convulsing around his cock violently. Heeseung showed no signs of stopping as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm.

"S-Stop! Too much," you wailed, milking his cock dry until a creamy white ring was formed around the base of his cock.

"Yes, you can. Do it for me," he panted, his movements growing sloppy.

With one final long thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and filled your pussy with thick and hot cum, painting your walls in the shade of milky white.

You moaned at the feeling of being filled up, feeling unusually full as he pumped you full of his cum. Your thighs trembled when you felt something warm and sticky slowly rolling down your thighs but made no move to wipe it off, too exhausted to lift a single finger.

You slumped against Heeseung, chin on his left shoulder. Both of you didn't say a word, catching your breath first. You felt him softening inside you but he didn't pull out.

"Heeseung, you—!?"

You didn't finish your sentence, not when he snapped his hips upward again. You sobbed, your pussy too sensitive for anything else now. You leaned back, wanting to tell him off or to stop him, only for your voice to die down in your throat.

Even when he looks wrecked, he still looks annoyingly handsome, much to your mild annoyance. Whatever thoughts or words you had in mind was washed down the drain when he snapped his hips forward, his cock kissing that one spongy spot hidden in your pussy, making your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

Heeseung chuckled, leaning over to whisper into your ear, his hot breath fanning against your skin. "I think we need a few more lessons. Gonna teach you how to ride until you're a pro."

[jongst4r]

weak spot (p. jay)

you discover your boyfriend has sensitive nipples

pairing: jay x reader || wc: 1.9k || cw: smut! established relationship, kissing, making out, breast/nipple play, p in v, light begging, dirty talk, praise, use of petnames, strong language || warnings: +18 content, mdni! || a/n: based on this request and OH MY GOD ,,,, the header is horrendous don’t mind it

it happens on a random monday evening, on an ordinary night that shouldn’t feel this electric.

you’re in jay’s apartment again, the one with the big windows overlooking the city lights and the faint scent of his cologne lingering on every surface.

you were supposed to be talking, only a playful, little chat between boyfriend and girlfriend. but somewhere between his teasing words and your growing boldness, it turned into you straddling his lap on the couch, mouths fused together in a slow, hungry makeout.

jay’s hands rest heavy on your hips, thumbs slipping under the hem of your shirt to stroke warm circles against your skin.

he kisses like he has all the time in the world and yet can’t get enough, tongue sliding against yours in lazy strokes that make your head spin. you sigh into his mouth, fingers threading through his dark hair, tugging lightly the way he likes. he groans softly, the sound vibrating between you.

curious and a little greedy, your hands wander lower, sliding from his shoulders down his chest. his shirt is unbuttoned halfway — a casualty of earlier teasing — and your palms press flat against the firm warmth of his pecs. you squeeze experimentally, thumbs brushing over the flat discs of his nipples, and jay jolts like he’s been shocked.

a sharp, broken inhale escapes him. his hips twitch up against yours involuntarily, and the kiss falters for half a second.

you pull back just enough to look at him, lips still brushing. “jay?”

his cheeks are flushed, eyes darker than usual, pupils blown wide. he tries to play it cool, clearing his throat. “nothing. keep going.”

but you’re not stupid. you repeat the motion — slower this time, thumbs circling his nipples deliberately. they harden instantly under your touch, and jay’s head falls back against the couch with a low, wrecked sound.

“fuck,” he breathes, voice rough. “they’re… sensitive.”

your heart skips. a rush of heat floods through you as the realization sinks in. park jongseong — calm, teasing, always-in-control jay — has sensitive nipples. the discovery feels like unlocking a secret weapon. you test it again, pinching one lightly between thumb and forefinger, and his reaction is immediate: a full-body shiver, fingers digging harder into your hips, a quiet whimper slipping out before he can swallow it.

“oh my god,” you whisper, fascinated. “you really like that.”

he doesn’t deny it. instead he pulls you back down into a kiss that’s suddenly much messier, more desperate. from that moment on, nothing is ever the same.

after that night, you become obsessed.

there are no more dull moments when you’re together. you find excuses to touch him there constantly. during a movie night when you’re curled up against his side, your hand slips under his hoodie without warning, fingers seeking out the soft, squishy flesh of his pecs. you knead them gently, thumbs flicking over his nipples until they pebble, and jay’s breath hitches mid-sentence, the popcorn bowl nearly forgotten in his lap.

“baby,” he mutters, voice strained, but he doesn’t stop you. if anything, he arches slightly into your touch, chest pushing forward like he’s offering himself up.

in public it’s subtler but still dangerous. a quick hug hello turns into your palms pressing against his chest “by accident,” pinching lightly through his shirt when no one’s looking. his ears go red every single time, jaw clenching as he fights to keep a straight face while talking to sunghoon or whoever else is around. you love the power of it — how this composed man turns into putty the second your hands find his chest.

makeout sessions become something else entirely.

you push him against the wall one afternoon after work, hands already working his shirt open before the door even clicks shut. your mouth trails from his lips to his neck, then lower, while your fingers never leave his pecs — squeezing, rolling his nipples, pinching just hard enough to make his knees weaken. jay moans openly now, head back against the wall, hips grinding helplessly against yours.

“you’re going to kill me,” he pants, but his hands cradle the back of your head like he never wants you to stop. “fuck, i love when you play with them.”

you hum in satisfaction and latch your mouth onto one nipple, sucking hard. jay’s hand flies to your hair, gripping tight as a broken whimper escapes him. you lick and bite gently, alternating sides, leaving faint red marks that bloom into soft hickeys by the next morning. he never complains. if anything, he wears the collar of his shirts a little lower those days, like he secretly hopes you’ll do it again.

the obsession peaks during sex.

one night you’re riding him slow and deep, the room filled with the wet sounds of skin and heavy breathing. jay’s hands are everywhere — on your ass, your waist, your breasts — but you can tell he’s holding back, eyes glassy with pleasure. you lean down, changing the angle, and drag your nails lightly over his chest before pinching both nipples at once.

jay’s reaction is visceral. his back arches clean off the bed, a loud, needy moan ripping from his throat. “shit— baby, please—”

“please what?” you ask sweetly, rolling your hips while continuing to toy with him. you pinch and tug, then soothe with your palms, squeezing the soft muscle of his pecs.

his eyes squeeze shut, lips parted. “touch me there… harder. fuck, i love your hands on my chest. don’t stop— please don’t stop.”

he begs so prettily it makes you dizzy. and you give him exactly what he wants — licking broad stripes over his nipples, sucking them into your mouth until they’re swollen and glistening, biting down just enough to make him hiss and thrust up into you harder. you cover his chest in hickeys, little purple marks that claim him as yours. every time you press on one later, he’ll shiver and pull you in for a kiss.

and jay, never one to be outdone, returns the favor with devastating enthusiasm.

the first time he does it, you’re on your back, legs wrapped around his waist as he fucks you deep and steady. he moves his head closer, mouth latching onto your nipple without warning, sucking hard while his fingers play with the other. the dual sensation makes you cry out, back arching.

“jay—!”

he lifts his head just enough to smirk, eyes dark. “not so fun when it’s you, huh?” but his voice is wrecked, and he immediately goes back to it — licking, sucking, gently biting, mirroring everything you do to him. his hands knead your breasts possessively, thumbs flicking over your nipples until you’re shaking and clenching around him.

from then on it becomes mutual worship. lazy mornings turn into both of you tangled together, hands and mouths on each other’s chests, trading moans and whispers. he loves sucking on yours until you’re dripping and desperate, then sliding into you while still latched on. you love reducing him to whimpers and pleas by playing with his sensitive pecs until he’s rutting into you like he can’t control himself.

“you’re obsessed,” he teases one night, voice rough as you straddle him again, palms already cupping his chest, thumbs circling.

you pinch lightly and watch his eyes flutter. “says the guy who begs me to touch his tits every time we fuck.”

jay laughs breathlessly, the sound cutting off into a groan when you lean down and suck one nipple into your mouth. his hands fly to your ass, pulling you down onto him.

“guilty,” he admits, hips snapping up. “they’re yours now. do whatever you want.”

and you do. every chance you get.

there will never be a dull moment again.

© jongst4r, 2026

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[jakesimfromstatefarm]

──── .✦ UNMASKED 𖢥 s. jy

𖢥 ────── spiderman!jake texts .✦ ˎˊ˗ fluff, crack, ft. sunghoon aka guy in the chair hehe, jake is extremely down bad, based off of tangled up with you!jakeyn

°˖➴ .ᐟ ── a little something as an apology for being absent on here :') reread some of tangled up with you recently and started missing spidey jakey hehe so here's this! i promise i'll start being more active soon,,,i'm currently in the midst of writing two fics ;) anyways enjoy & take care <333

────── idk how smau writers do it this took me forever, i have mad respect for yall LMAO :')

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[heejamas]

this is so fucking funny i love that girl so goddamn much

[wonvelvet]

t-shirt & panties .𖥔 ݁ ˖

⁀➴ in which, you are super needy, luckily you have a hot boyfriend to help take care of you! ⊹ . ˙ ܀ ୨୧. — requested ꪆৎ

tags: unprotected sex (smut mdni) sexting, dom sunghoon, edging, #muchsunghoon, a lil fluff at the end, based off the song ‘tshirt & panties’ by adina howard. — 1.2k

horny was an understatement, you were dying to be pleasured. you tried and tried to relieve yourself by shoving your fingers inside of you, but to no surprise.. it never works. the only person who can free you from this burden is none other than your loving boyfriend, sunghoon.

unfortunately though, he’s not home. something about work? friends? you don’t know, he’s weirdly mysterious. nonetheless, you take it upon yourself to let him know how needy you are without him.

you: thinking about u

yikes, that was kinda cringy.. but what else were u supposed to say? come home and fuck me till i can’t breathe?

surprisingly, it didn’t take long for him to reply.

hoon: what are you wearing right now

oh shit, is he horny too? well then fuck it, you’ll just let him know how fucking pleasure deprived you’re feeling. to his question, ur wearing a cute white t-shirt and.. you were wearing panties, but after you tried to fuck yourself dumb on your fingers… they’re currently discarded on the floor of your bedroom.

in a bold move, you decide to send a picture of your body. your t-shirt dangerously pushed up, your bare legs slightly opened just a little, showcasing your glistening wetness. you’ve sexted sunghoon before, but you were embarrassingly wet this time. i mean, you’ve tried to make yourself cum atleast five times, of course she’s soaked.

he read your message a few minutes ago, but you have yet to get a reply. was he with his friends? ugh, great. you got yourself ready and even more wet just for him to leave you on fucking read? what a bitch.

· · ─ ·ʚɞ· ─ · ·

after sadly cleaning yourself up with a bunch of tissues, you decided to just tell your cunt to stop pulsing until your boyfriend comes home. now, your panties are back on and instead of pleasing yourself on your bed, you’re now watching some stupid show on said bed.

that is until you hear the door to your apartment open and close, and very aggressively. you did not wanna get robbed, especially in the disgustingly needy state you’re in right now. before you even have time to grab something to defend yourself with, your bedroom door opens.

it’s sunghoon, your boyfriend.

fuck, finally! you thought your pussy would’ve genuinely explode if she hadn’t had an orgasm in five minutes.

‘hi baby’ you desperately try to hide the fact that your panties are absurdly wet talking to sunghoon.

‘fuck baby you looked so beautiful’ it didn’t take him long to absolutely crash his lips onto yours. this kiss was anything but gentle, it was incredibly hungry. his tongue forced its way past your lips and made sure to explore every single inch of your mouth. sunghoons hand slips between your bodies and rests right onto your covered clit. ‘so fucking wet.. let me take care of you ‘kay?’

god you’ve been waiting for this moment all day, your legs instinctively open to let your boyfriend lay a gentle kiss onto your navel before aligning his mouth on top of your aching heat. his fingers hook into your panties and quickly pull them off. he spreads your legs even further using his palms before diving straight into you.

he savors every inch of you, your clit feeling the familiar sensation of sunghoons tongue playing with it. your moans spill out uncontrollably, you were way more vocal today. you can tell sunghoon noticed by the way his smile never left his face even while devouring your cunt.

your hand intertwines with his hair, your grip getting tighter when he thrusts his tongue into your entrance, repeatedly hitting that spot that your fingers could never reach. it was all too much.

right when you were finally going to reach the high you have been chasing this whole day, he takes his mouth off of you. his chin drenched in your wetness, is he fucking serious? couldn’t it have been more obvious how sexually frustrated you were? and he wanted to edge you instead of letting you finally reach the orgasm you desperately need after unsuccessfully masturbating all day?

to your protests, all he had to say was ‘let me take my time with you baby, gonna make sure i fuck you so deep you can only think of me’

he pushes up your t-shirt to uncover your bare chests, ‘my baby, you must’ve been so mad’ he latches his mouth onto your right nipple, circling his tongue over the peak, sending a bolt of electricity straight to your cunt. ‘your pussy so fucking drenched, but only i can make you cum right?’ he moves to your other nipple, delivering the same exact attention as the first.

he moves up your chest, laying firm kisses on your collarbone and neck before finding your own lips. his hand starting to rub tight circles onto your clit while you moan into his mouth. he removes his mouth from you, his chin covered in the mix of you twos saliva and your wetness. he finally lets you help him take his jeans off of him.

he lets out a groan when you wrap your fingers around his member, slightly stroking it while he aligns himself at your enterance. with a gentle thrust, he buries himself in you. one thing about your boyfriend, you can feel his dick all up in your intestines.

‘sunghoon- fuck’ his gentle thrusts quickly turn brutal, he’s so fucking deep inside of you, he can see himself in your stomach. a slight bulge forming near your navel whenever he pushes in, just the sight of it could make him orgasm.

it didn’t take you long to cum, especially with his dick filling you up so deep and his hands playing with your clit. he didn’t slow down when you climaxed, he sped up to reach his own high, putting you onto the edge of overstimulation. with one final thrust, he came deeply inside you. when he pulled himself out, he pushed his cum back into your cunt with his fingers. ‘you wanted me so bad all day, sending me pictures of your legs open like a slut? keep all of me inside you’

and you thought you were done, until you felt the stimulation of sunghoons tongue back on your pussy, his tongue sucking onto your clit making your back arch.

‘too much..’ he wasn’t just eating you out, he was fucking absorbing you. he was eating you like a man starved. ‘just one more baby, cum for me’ and you did, and hard.

he swiped his tongue from down to up once more to clean up your mess, ‘so pretty’ huh, even after demolishing you he’s so sweet.

he rests on your chest for a while, letting you play with his hair while you both calm down from your highs. soon he grabs a towel to clean you up, your overflowing wetness and throbbing cunt finally relieved after a longgg day.

sunghoon runs you a bath, letting you relax while he cleans your body gently, laying soft small kisses all over your face. after you both are clean and dry, he’ll let you rest in his arms on your bed, finally calming your neediness till u both fall sound asleep.

k/n: wooh! was dat a lot!! idk if this was accurate enough for the song i lowkey rushed this n the fluff was kinda lame but i think they cute .✦ ݁˖ hope u enjoyed :p

[lovecvrexx]

TAKE OFF YOUR GLASSES ✩ P. SUNGHOON

SYPNOSIS sunghoon is quiet, careful, and used to keeping people at a distance—until you walk into his life and make everything feel easier than it ever has before. but something that easy isn’t supposed to last- not without breaking first. one careless misunderstanding, one sentence taken the wrong way, and suddenly everything shifts. some feelings don’t fade just because you stop talking about them, and some people don’t stay gone, no matter how hard you try to let them.

GENRE slownburn, fluff, angst, hurt x comfort, college au, friends to lovers, romcom

PAIRING nerd!sunghoon x fem!reader

WARNINGS mentions of alcohol, alcohol consumption, nerd boy experiencing emotions for the first time and NOT handling it well, reader is a bit oblivious, awkwardness, secondhand embarrassment, reader has blue eyes, hyperfixation, hoon overthinking every micro-interaction, clumsiness, teasing , deflecting, acts of service as a love language, emotional wall, anxiety, he is a GENTLEMAN, fear of heights, kissing, withdrawing, emotional shutdown, hurt, slight anger, crying, heavy making out, handjob, oral (both receiving), dirty talk, praise, overstimulation, unprotected sex, let me know if I forgot something!

WORDCOUNT 38k words

PLAYLIST babydoll | dominic fike |, pyramids, pink matter | frank ocean |, raindance | dave, tems |, come back | the five stairsteps |, everybody here wants you | jeff buckley |, i only have eyes for you | the flamingos |, back o the old house |, back to the old house | the smiths |, daisies | justin bieber |, xo (only if you say yes) | enhypen |

AUTHORS NOTE i’ve actually been working on this for a while now, like… longer than I expected, but i finally got myself to actually finish and post it, and i’m so excited to share it with you. this is my first long fic like this, so i’m a little nervous about it, but also really really happy i didn’t give up on it. i genuinely hope it turns out well and that you guys enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing it 🥹 also pls be a little gentle with me, there might be some miss clicks or mistakes here and there, so i’m sorry in advance!! thank you for reading and for being here, it really means more than you know💌

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sunghoon’s such a nerd. 

music pulsed through the walls, bass vibrating through the floor like a second heartbeat, and the air smelled like cheap alcohol and something overly sweet.

which was exactly why park sunghoon didn’t want to be there.

“hyung, i don’t understand why I had to come,” he muttered, standing stiffly near the kitchen counter, fingers wrapped around a cold bottle of water like it was a lifeline.

next to him, heeseung just laughed, completely unbothered. “because you’ve been locked in our dorm studying biochemistry for three days straight. you needed sunlight. or at least artificial lighting and human interaction.”

“this doesn’t count as human interaction.”

but before heeseung could respond, a familiar voice cut in.  “yo! you guys actually came!” jake appeared out of nowhere, already holding two red cups and grinning like he belonged here. 

because, of course, he did.

“i told you he’d come,” jake said, nudging heeseung before glancing at sunghoon. 

“even if he looks like he’s about to file a complaint with the university.”

“i might,” sunghoon mumbled. jake laughed, then turned slightly, like he suddenly remembered something. or rather someone. “oh- right. i wanted you guys to meet someone.”

sunghoon didn’t think much of it at first. he took a small sip of his water, gaze drifting absentmindedly across the room, but then he saw you. and everything stopped. not literally, the music was still blasting, people still talking, laughing, but for him, it all blurred into something distant and muffled. you stood next to jake, soft brown hair falling just right, blue eyes catching the light in a way that made his brain completely short-circuit.  you looked unreal; effortlessly pretty, calm in the middle of chaos. you looked at him and smiled. it was almost like sunghoon forgot how to breathe.

“sunghoon?” he didn’t respond.

“sunghoon.”

“…huh?”

jake snorted. “dude.”

you were closer now. way closer. close enough that he could notice the tiny details; the way your lips curved slightly like you knew something he didn’t, the softness in your expression, the faint scent of something clean and warm.

“hi,” you said, tilting your head just a little.

oh. oh no. his brain completely shut down.

“this is sunghoon,” jake said, way too casually. “biochem major. top of the class. socially questionable.” “jake,” sunghoon hissed under his breath, horrified.

you laughed. actually laughed. and it made something in his chest tighten in the worst, best way. “biochemistry?” you repeated, eyes lighting up. “no way, me too!” that got his attention.

“you are?” he said, a little too quickly, voice slightly higher than usual. he cleared his throat. “i mean- uh, i am too. obviously. you just said that. i just—yeah.”

great sunghoon. amazing. incredible first impression.

you stepped a little too close, your fingers brushed lightly against his arm as you leaned in just enough to read the label on his bottle. water? “wow,” you said softly, almost teasing “bold choice at a party.”

“i- uh—i don’t really drink,” he stammered, grip tightening on the bottle. “not that there’s anything wrong with it, i just prefer- hydration.”

hydration??? why the fuck did you just say hydration??

he had solved complex biochemistry problems at 2 a.m. without breaking a sweat, stayed calm during presentations, even answered questions under pressure. and now he was internally falling apart over a single conversation with a girl who had said hi to him ten seconds ago. jake, meanwhile, was pouring something suspiciously strong into your red cup. “don’t worry,” he said. “i’ll make up for him.”

“i can see that,” you replied, accepting the cup, but your attention stayed on sunghoon. which made everything worse. “sunghoon,” you said, testing his name like it was something delicate. his heart did something deeply concerning. you smiled again, slower this time. intentional. “i like that you don’t drink.”

“i mean,” you continued, lightly tapping his water bottle with your finger, “someone has to make responsible life choices.” there was a pause. “…i also just don’t have a high alcohol tolerance,” he admitted, because apparently his mouth had no filter anymore. you let out a small laugh, softer this time. “that’s cute.”

cute. sunghoon’s brain officially stopped functioning. the forming tent in his pants also wasn’t really helping. fuck, you must’ve thought that he was a fucking creep, both hands and the water bottle now infront of his jeans, praying you wouldn’t notice. he swallowed hard, trying to say something, anything, but all that came out was a quiet, “oh.”

smooth. so smooth.

from the corner of his eye, he could see heeseung watching this entire interaction with barely concealed amusement. jake too. traitors. but he couldn’t focus on them. not when you were still looking at him like that. not when you hadn’t stepped away. not when your fingers absentmindedly brushed his arm again as you shifted your weight. it was such a small thing, barely anything. but it burned. and suddenly, the party didn’t feel loud anymore. it didn’t feel overwhelming. it just felt-  different. because you were here. because you said his name like it mattered. because you smiled at him like you wanted to.

now he was standing in the middle of a crowded party, holding a bottle of water like a prop, trying to act normal, while his thoughts were completely, embarrassingly fixated on a conversation that hadn’t even lasted a minute. he exhaled quietly through his nose.

this was fine. he was fine. everything was fine. …he was absolutely not fine.

he shouldn’t be thinking about you. that was the first thing he told himself as he lay in bed, staring at the ceiling in the dark. this was stupid. he had exams. lab reports. a presentation next week. he did not have time to think about- the way you said his name.

“…sunghoon.” he shut his eyes tighter.

no. absolutely not.

or the way you smiled at him. or how your fingers brushed his arm like it was nothing- like it didn’t completely ruin his ability to function for the rest of the night. or how you looked at him. like he wasn’t just some awkward guy holding a bottle of water at a party he didn’t belong at. he turned onto his side, burying his face into his pillow. “get it together,” he muttered.

you were just a girl. a very, very pretty girl who also happened to be in his major. which meant he’d probably see you again.

“…this is bad.”

because no matter how hard he tried- he couldn’t stop thinking about you.

the next time park sunghoon laid his eyes on you wasn’t at a party. it was worse.

it was in a lecture hall. bright, unforgiving lights illuminating every row, every face, every tiny reaction. there was no dim lighting to hide behind, no loud music to blur his thoughts into something manageable, no distractions he could cling to when things became too overwhelming. just rows of students, the quiet hum of conversation, and the sharp, unavoidable reality of being fully perceived.

sunghoon was already seated in his usual spot- third row, slightly to the left, carefully chosen at the beginning of the semester for maximum efficiency. close enough to hear every word of the lecture without straining, far enough to avoid unnecessary attention. his laptop sat open in front of him, a document neatly organized with headings and bullet points, while his notebook rested beside it, aligned perfectly with the edge of the desk. his pen lay straight across the page, like he had everything under control.

he didn’t. not even a little.

he had been writing, something about enzyme kinetics, he thought, but the words had already started to blur together, his focus slipping in a way that was both subtle and alarming. he told himself it was just lack of sleep, just the aftermath of being dragged to that party, just… anything that wasn’t you.

and then the door opened. it was just the quiet creak of the lecture hall door, the kind that barely registered for anyone else. but for some reason sunghoon looked up. and the moment he did, everything else seemed to fall away. it was you.

you stepped into the lecture hall with an ease that made it seem like you belonged everywhere you went, your bag slung casually over your shoulder as your eyes scanned the room for a place to sit. your hair fell softly around your face, catching the overhead light in a way that made something in his chest tighten before he could even process it. there was nothing particularly dramatic about the moment, no slow motion, no sudden silence- but to him, it felt like the entire room had shifted around your presence. his grip tightened slightly around his pen as his thoughts stumbled over themselves.

she’s here.

of course you were here. you were in the same major. the same class. this was inevitable. logical, expected. so why did it feel like this? why did his heart start beating like he’d been caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to? why did his mind go completely blank?

you paused near the entrance for a moment longer, still scanning, still searching. and then your gaze landed on him. sunghoon froze. there was a split second- just a fraction of a moment, where he convinced himself you wouldn’t recognize him. that maybe the party had been too chaotic, too insignificant, that he had just been another face in the crowd, another awkward interaction lost in the noise. but then you smiled. not polite. not distant. but warm, recognizing. and you lifted your hand, giving him a small wave like it was the most natural thing in the world. at him. sunghoon’s brain completely shut down.

he stared for a second too long before awkwardly raising his own hand in response, the motion stiff, delayed, like his body was struggling to keep up with what was happening. his fingers felt weirdly heavy, his movements not quite his own.

be normal, he told himself, the thought sharp and urgent.

just be normal. but that became significantly harder when you started walking toward him. because why were you walking toward him? there were empty seats. plenty of them. entire rows, even. you could’ve sat anywhere. but no, you were moving straight toward his table, each step deliberate, effortless, like this decision had already been made before he even had time to process it. like sitting next to him was the obvious choice.

sunghoon straightened in his seat without realizing it, his posture snapping into something far too rigid as he quickly glanced down at his notebook, suddenly very interested in whatever he had written earlier. the words didn’t make sense anymore, the ink blurring together as his focus fractured completely. he wasn’t reading. he couldn’t read. not when you were getting closer. not when he could already feel the shift in the air, the subtle awareness settling in his chest.

you stopped beside him. “hey,” you said softly, your voice cutting through the noise of the room in a way that felt entirely unfair. that was it. that was all it took. everything in his head went quiet. “hi,” he managed after a beat, his voice coming out quieter than he intended, like it had gotten caught somewhere between his thoughts and his mouth.

you adjusted your bag slightly on your shoulder, your gaze flickering briefly to the empty seat next to him before returning to his face. “is it okay if i sit here?” the question was simple. casual. normal. but the way you asked it- like it mattered. like he mattered. and it threw him off completely. sunghoon felt the heat rise to his face almost instantly, the warmth creeping up his neck, settling in his ears as his grip tightened around his pen. for a second, he just looked at you, like his brain needed extra time to process what you had said.

“yeah,” he replied quickly-too quickly-before clearing his throat, trying to steady himself. “yeah, of course. i mean- yeah.”

god.

he nodded once, like that would somehow fix it, like it would make him seem more put together, more coherent. it didn’t. not even slightly.

but you just smiled- soft, easy, like none of it was weird, like he wasn’t completely falling apart right in front of you, and slipped into the seat beside him without hesitation. and just like that, everything shifted again.

sunghoon stared down at his notebook, trying, failing, to refocus as a new kind of awareness settled over him, heavier this time, harder to ignore. he became painfully conscious of every small detail, every tiny movement that suddenly felt amplified beyond reason.

the slight brush of your shoulder as you settled in.

the quiet thud of your bag hitting the floor.

the faint, familiar scent of your perfume- clean, warm, distracting in a way that made it impossible to think clearly.

he swallowed, his fingers tightening slightly around his pen as his thoughts began to spiral again, slower this time, heavier.

this was fine.

just a lecture. just another day. nothing weird. nothing different.

except,

it didn’t feel normal.

not when you were sitting right next to him. not when he could still remember the way you said his name. not when, somehow, without doing anything at all-  you had already completely ruined his ability to focus.

the lecture started like any other.

the professor’s voice carried steadily through the hall, calm and practiced, explaining reaction rates and mechanisms like it was the most natural thing in the world. slides changed in a slow rhythm, equations appearing one after another, filling the screen with information sunghoon would normally absorb without effort.

normally.

but right now?

park sunghoon couldn’t focus at all. not when you were sitting right next to him.

not when every small movement you made registered ten times stronger than anything the professor was saying. the soft rustle of your sleeve as you wrote something down. the quiet tap of your pen against the page when you paused to think. the way your knee occasionally bumped into his under the desk, light, accidental, barely there.

and yet, it felt like too much.

every single time it happened, sunghoon’s entire body tensed for a split second before he forced himself to stay still, eyes locked stubbornly on his notebook like if he just looked focused enough, his brain would follow. it didn’t. because instead of enzyme kinetics, his thoughts kept circling back to you.

you’re right here. you chose to sit here. why did you choose to sit here?

he swallowed, trying to ground himself, pen hovering over his notebook as he attempted to write something, anything, but the words came out uneven, his usually neat handwriting slightly messier than usual.

next to him, you seemed completely fine. like this was just another lecture, just another day.

you were writing quickly, confidently, following along with the example the professor had just started working through on the board.

sunghoon’s eyes flickered to your page. just for a second. and that’s when he noticed it. a small mistake. nothing major- just a tiny miscalculation in one of the steps. something easy to fix. something he would normally ignore because it wasn’t his place to say anything.

he should’ve ignored it. he was going to ignore it. he really, really was- “you made a mistake.”

oh.

the words left his mouth before he could stop them. sunghoon froze. his brain immediately caught up a second too late, and the realization hit him all at once.

why would you say that. why would you just blurt that out. what is wrong with you.

he stared straight ahead for a second, like maybe, just maybe, you hadn’t heard him.

but of fucking course you had.

“…what?” you said, turning your head toward him, a small, surprised smile already forming on your lips. and the worst part? you didn’t look offended. you looked amused. that somehow made it ten times worse.

sunghoon swallowed, finally turning toward you, his movements a little stiff, a little hesitant. “I just, uh- this part,” he said, gesturing vaguely toward your notebook, his voice quieter now, like he was trying to undo the damage.

you shifted your notebook slightly toward him without hesitation, tilting it so he could see better. “show me,” you said, like it was nothing. like he hadn’t just embarrassed himself. like you actually wanted him to. that threw him off again. but he leaned in anyway. he had to.

his shoulder brushed against yours as he moved closer, the contact warm, steady, grounding in a way that made his thoughts stutter for a second before completely rearranging themselves. he pointed at the line in your notes, his finger hovering just above the paper as he tried to focus, really focus, on what he was saying.

“it’s just- this value should be adjusted here,” he explained, voice lower now, more stable, slipping into something more familiar. “you carried the number from the previous step, but the condition changes, so you have to, uh, recalculate it like this.”

as he spoke, something shifted. this- this part, he knew. this was safe.this was where he didn’t have to overthink every word, didn’t have to second-guess himself. his explanation flowed more naturally now, quieter but more confident, his finger tracing the logic step by step without hesitation.

“this value here,” he began, his voice lower now, more grounded, “you treated it like it was constant, but it’s not, because the enzyme’s already partially inhibited at this stage.”

you nodded immediately. like you understood. you did not understand. at all.

“but if you look at the conditions from the previous step,” he continued, reaching for his pen after a small pause, “the substrate concentration changes, so the rate isn’t linear anymore. you have to adjust it, otherwise the rest of the calculation doesn’t reflect the actual kinetics.”

oh. okay. you followed the movement of his pen as he rewrote the step, neat, precise, confident.still not getting it.

“but- if the concentration changes,” you said slowly, trying to keep up, “wouldn’t that just… affect the final value? not, like… everything after?”

the second the words left your mouth, you felt it. that slight uncertainty. sunghoon paused. not in a bad way. not judgmental. just… thinking.

“i mean- maybe I’m wrong!,” you added quickly, a quiet laugh slipping out as you looked down at your notes again. “i feel like i’m missing something really obvious.”

“no, you’re not,” he said, quickly. you looked up. but he was already looking at you. closer than you expected.

“you’re not missing something obvious,” he repeated, his voice quieter now, more careful. “it’s just, this part is kind of annoying. they don’t explain it well.” your chest tightened slightly at that. not because of what he said. but how he said it. there was something careful in his tone; something steady, grounding, like he wasn’t just correcting you, wasn’t just pointing out a mistake and moving on. he meant it. you could hear it in the way his voice softened just enough, in the way he didn’t hesitate to reassure you.

like he wasn’t silently judging you the way you half-expected people to when you didn’t understand something right away. and for a moment, that mattered more than the actual explanation. because it made you feel… safe. next to him.

he shifted your notebook slightly again, pulling it just a bit closer between the two of you, his movements subtle but deliberate. as he leaned in, his shoulder pressed more firmly against yours this time, warm, steady, impossible to ignore. the contact lingered, neither of you pulling away, like it had quietly become something natural.

“look,” he murmured, his voice lower now, softer, as if the space between you had shrunk into something private. “if you think about it in terms of how the enzyme behaves instead of just the numbers- it makes more sense.”

his finger hovered just above the page, tracing the logic slowly this time, more carefully than before.

“the inhibition changes how efficiently it works,” he continued, pausing briefly as if choosing the simplest way to explain it, “so every step after that has to reflect it. oherwise you’re just… carrying over values that don’t really apply anymore.”

you watched him as he spoke. not just the words. but everything else.

the way his hand moved with quiet precision, his writing neat and controlled as he adjusted the steps again. the slight furrow in his brows when he concentrated. the way his voice lost that earlier hesitation, settling into something more confident, more certain- like this was the one place he didn’t second-guess himself.

you tried to follow. really tried.

your eyes moved between his writing and the previous steps, your mind working a little slower, piecing things together bit by bit. it didn’t come all at once. it wasn’t instant. but if you really thought about it, which you did- it made sense. not perfectly. not completely. but enough.

“oh,” you breathed out softly, the realization settling in as your gaze flickered across the corrected calculation again, slower this time. “wait… okay.” your lips curved slightly, something lighter easing into your expression. “that actually—yeah, that makes more sense.” relief settled in your chest, quiet but immediate. like something that had been sitting just out of reach had finally clicked into place.

you looked at him again, turning your head just slightly, and your smile softened without you even realizing it. it wasn’t teasing this time, not playful or light, it was genuine, a little brighter, a little more open. “thank you,” you said quietly. and then, without really thinking- “you’re actually really good at this, hoon.” you blushed, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. your voice softer now, gentler, more sincere than anything you’d said to him before.

and that, that completely ruined sunghoon. for a second, he just… froze. not in a subtle way, not in a way he could play off or recover from smoothly, no, it was immediate, total, like his entire system had short-circuited all at once. his hand, which had just been resting near your notebook, stilled completely, fingers tightening slightly like he had forgotten what they were supposed to do next.

hoon.

the nickname echoed in his head, louder than the lecture, louder than his own thoughts, louder than anything else in that moment. you said it so easily. so naturally. like it belonged to you. and worse-  the way you said it. his throat felt dry all of a sudden, his pulse jumping into something uneven, something he couldn’t quite control. heat crept up his neck again, slower this time but deeper, settling into his ears, his face, making it impossible to ignore the way his body reacted before his brain could catch up.

he wasn’t used to this. he wasn’t used to being looked at like that. praised like that. especially not by girls.

“…it’s nothing,” he said quickly, but his voice didn’t come out the way he wanted it to- slightly lower, a little rougher, like it had caught somewhere on the way out. he cleared his throat immediately, trying to fix it, trying to ground himself. “it’s just, basic stuff.”

his thoughts started tripping over each other, messy and loud in a way that made it impossible to focus on anything else. the lecture had completely faded into the background now, reduced to nothing more than distant noise as his attention stayed locked on you, on the way you were watching him, on the softness in your expression, on the fact that you had noticed him. that you thought he was good at something. that you said his name like that.

he shifted slightly in his seat, subtle but tense, like he was trying to physically shake off the feeling settling under his skin, this restless, overwhelming awareness that made it hard to sit still, hard to think straight, hard to do anything except exist in the moment a little too intensely.

get it together. but he couldn’t.

he looked back at the front of the lecture hall quickly, almost abruptly, like the movement itself might help him reset, help him regain some sense of control. his pen moved again across his notebook, writing something, anything, just to have something to do, even though he wasn’t processing a single word the professor was saying. but his mind was still stuck. on you. on the way you said his name. on the way you smiled at him right after. and no matter how hard he tried to push it down, to ignore it, to act like none of it affected him- it did.

way more than it should have.

you noticed him before you really knew him. not in a dramatic way. not like love-at-first-sight or anything cliché like that. just… quietly. the kind of noticing that happens when someone keeps catching your attention without trying to. park sunghoon was, objectively, not the type of person you expected to stand out at first glance. he blended in too well- always sitting in the same spot, always focused, always just a little too composed compared to everyone else around him.

a nerd very obviously. and yet, he was really pretty. like, distractingly so.

it didn’t make sense at first. the way someone could look like that- sharp features, soft eyes, quiet presence, and still be the same person who got flustered over the smallest things. the same person who held a water bottle at a party like it was a personality trait. the same person who couldn’t even handle a simple conversation without short-circuiting halfway through.

you found that part the most interesting. because the more you paid attention, the more obvious it became. the way his ears turned red when you said his name. the way he avoided eye contact for just a second too long before forcing himself to look back at you. the way his voice shifted- slightly quieter, slightly less steady, every time you directed your attention at him. it was subtle. but not to you.

and maybe that was why you kept doing it. the teasing i mean. the small touches. the way you said “hoon” like it was already yours to use. “you’re smiling.” you blinked, snapping out of your thoughts as you looked up to see jake watching you with a knowing expression, one eyebrow slightly raised. “what?” you said, immediately playing it off, leaning back slightly in your seat. jake didn’t look convinced. “you’re smiling,” he repeated, like he had caught you doing something you weren’t supposed to. “i always smile,” you shrugged lightly, glancing down at your drink before taking a small sip, deliberately casual. “not like that,” he said, a grin slowly forming on his face. you narrowed your eyes slightly. “like what?”

“like you’re thinking about something,” he replied easily. “or someone.” you let out a quiet laugh, shaking your head as you looked away for a second, pretending to be more focused on the room around you than the conversation itself. “okay,” you said lightly. “and what makes you think that?” jake leaned back in his chair, clearly enjoying himself now. “i’ve seen you,” he said. that made you pause. “…seen me?” you repeated, glancing back at him. “yeah,” he nodded, way too amused. “in class. with sunghoon.”

oh.

you let out a small laugh almost immediately, like it didn’t mean anything. “okay?” you said, tilting your head slightly. “and?”

“and,” jake continued, dragging the word out just a little, “you sit next to him. you talk to him and you laugh.” you rolled your eyes, though there was still a hint of a smile on your lips. “that’s what people do, jake. they sit, they talk and they laugh.” 

“yeah,” he said, leaning forward slightly now, lowering his voice just a bit. “but not like that.” you looked at him for a second. “like what?” you asked again, softer this time. jake studied you for a moment, like he was deciding how far to push it, but then he smirked. “he talks about you, you know.” that made something in your chest shift- small, unexpected. but you didn’t let it show. you just laughed. “okay,” you said, shaking your head slightly. “and what does he say?” jake shrugged, clearly entertained. “enough.” you huffed out another quiet laugh, looking away again, like it didn’t matter. like you weren’t even a little curious. like you didn’t already know. “please,” you said lightly. “sunghoon barely talks.”

“that’s what you think,” he shot back immediately, but you didn’t respond to that,  you just smiled again, softer this time, eyes drifting somewhere else entirely for a brief second before you caught yourself. jake noticed. of course he did. “so,” he said, casually, like the question didn’t matter at all. “you like him, don’t you?”

and just like that, the question itself made you laugh, like it was a joke hearing it be said out loud, like the answer already didn’t exist. “jake,” you said, shaking your head, cutting him off before it could go any further. “you’re overthinking it.” he didn’t respond immediately. just waited. which made you exhale softly through your nose, your smile still there- but a little thinner now, a little more controlled, like you were holding onto it instead of letting it come naturally.

“it’s not like that,” you added, glancing away for a second before looking back at him. Then you let out a small laugh, light and effortless, like the idea itself was a bit ridiculous. “he’s just… fun to be around.” the words came out easy. too easy. you shrugged lightly, as if you hadn’t thought about it beyond that. “i mean,” you continued, your tone staying casual, almost amused, “he gets all flustered over the smallest things. it’s kind of cute, in a way.” another small sip of your drink followed, your gaze drifting briefly across the room before returning to jake, completely at ease on the surface. “easy to tease, easy to get a reaction out of,” you added with a soft chuckle, shaking your head slightly like you were recalling something mildly entertaining. “it’s kind of fun, honestly.”

jake huffed out a laugh at that, clearly catching onto your tone now. “wow,” he said, leaning back in his chair, grin spreading across his face. “so he’s basically your entertainment.” you let out a short laugh in response, not denying it. “not in a weird way,” you said, still smiling, waving your hand lightly as if to dismiss the idea. “just… he’s not exactly the type you take seriously.” you said it so casually, like it was obvious. like it didn’t carry anything deeper.

jake raised an eyebrow, amused now rather than suspicious. “damn,” he muttered with a laugh. “you’re brutal.” you smiled faintly at that, shoulders relaxing again as you leaned back slightly. “just being honest,” you said lightly, tone still easy, still unbothered. “just someone to pass time with,” you added with a small shrug, like that was the end of it. and time passed a little too quickly after that night.

you woke up slower than usual, the dull ache behind your eyes settling in before you even fully opened them, like your body was gently reminding you of your own decisions. it wasn’t a full hangover, just enough to make everything feel a little heavier, a little quieter, like your thoughts were moving through fog instead of clarity. you stayed in bed for a while, staring at the ceiling, blinking against the soft light filtering through your window as pieces of the night before drifted back to you in fragments- jake laughing, your own voice a little looser than usual, words coming out easier than they should have.

and then that conversation.

you shifted slightly, turning onto your side, your brows knitting just faintly as something about it lingered longer than the rest. not enough to fully unpack. not enough to sit with. just enough to be there.

“…it’s whatever,” you muttered quietly to yourself, brushing it off almost instinctively, like thinking about it any longer would give it more weight than it deserved. so you didn’t. you got up, got ready, and by the time you stepped outside, the cool air helped clear your head just enough to feel like yourself again, or at least something close to it.

campus was already alive by the time you got there, students moving in loose patterns between buildings, quiet conversations blending into a steady background noise that felt oddly comforting. you walked slower than usual, adjusting the strap of your bag on your shoulder as you made your way across the familiar path, your headache still lingering but softer now, dulled by fresh air and routine. your thoughts drifted aimlessly, not really focused on anything in particular. until they were, because you saw him.

sunghoon stood just off to the side near one of the benches, slightly hunched over as he organized a small stack of books into his bag with that same careful precision you’d started to associate with him. everything about the way he moved was deliberate, slow, neat, controlled- like he was making sure everything fit perfectly, like nothing was allowed to be out of place.

it made you smile without even realizing it. for a second, you hesitated. you could’ve just kept walking, pretended you didn’t see him. but you didn’t want to. so instead, you shifted your direction slightly, your steps quiet as you approached him from behind, watching the way he adjusted one of his notebooks before slipping it into his bag.

“hey hoon.” your voice was soft, casual, but close enough to catch him completely off guard.

he startled immediately. not subtly, no, his entire posture tensed as he turned too quickly toward the sound of your voice, his hand slipping at the worst possible moment as two of his books slid right out of his grip and hit the ground with a dull, awkward thud.

there was a brief pause, but then you laughed. it slipped out before you could stop it, light and soft, your hand coming up instinctively to cover your mouth as your shoulders shook just slightly.

“oh my god, sorry,” you said quickly, still smiling as you crouched down in front of him, reaching for one of the fallen books. “i didn’t mean to scare you that bad.”

sunghoon looked like he had completely lost control of the situation. “i- no, it’s fine,” he said almost immediately, his voice a little rushed as he bent down too, movements slightly uncoordinated now as he grabbed the other book. “i just didn’t hear you, that’s all.”

you glanced at him briefly, amused. “yeah, clearly.” you handed him one of the books, your fingers brushing against his for just a second longer than necessary before you let go. “you’re really jumpy today,” you added lightly, tilting your head just a little as you watched him. “i’m not,” he said quickly, almost defensive, but the faint redness creeping up his ears completely betrayed him.

your smile widened just slightly. “right,” you hummed, unconvinced, letting the teasing linger in your tone as you stayed crouched for a second longer, watching him carefully stack the books again, this time with even more focus, like he was trying to regain some kind of control. you stood up slowly, brushing your hands together as he finally zipped his bag, adjusting the strap over his shoulder like everything was normal again. it wasn’t. “morning, hoon,” you said again, softer this time, like the first one hadn’t been enough.

“…morning,” he replied, quieter now, glancing at you properly for the first time since you startled him. there was a small pause. not awkward, but not entirely comfortable either, just… there. you shifted your weight slightly, studying him for a second, the way he stood just a little too straight, the way his hand lingered near the strap of his bag like he didn’t quite know what to do with it. “how are you?” you asked, your voice easy, natural, like you weren’t watching him react to every little thing you did.

he hesitated. just for a second. “i’m fine,” he said, nodding slightly, like he needed to confirm it to himself as much as to you. “you?”

you let out a quiet breath, rolling your shoulders just slightly. “a little tired,” you admitted, tilting your head back for a second before looking at him again. “jake was… a lot last night.”  the moment the name left your mouth, something shifted, subtle, almost unnoticeable, but there. sunghoon’s expression didn’t change much, but his grip on his bag tightened slightly. “oh,” he said, nodding once. “right.” you watched him for a second, then smiled. “but i think i’m better now,” you added casually, your tone softening just a little. he looked at you again. “…yeah?” he asked, quieter. you nodded slightly, taking a small step closer without really thinking about it.

“yeah,” you said, your lips curving just faintly. “seeing you helped.” that did it. sunghoon froze. again. and you, you just watched him for a second longer than you probably should have, your smile soft, almost unreadable. then, like it was nothing,  you looked away first. you let the moment sit between you for just a second longer, watching the way he struggled to recover, the way something as simple as your presence seemed to throw him just slightly off balance every time. it wasn’t obvious, not to anyone else, at least, but to you, it was clear as day. the way his shoulders stayed just a bit too tense, the way his gaze flickered before settling, the way he seemed to overthink every response just a little too much.

and for some reason, you didn’t want to leave just yet.

“hey,” you said after a moment, your voice softer now, losing that teasing edge and settling into something more gentle, more genuine. you shifted your weight slightly, adjusting the strap of your bag as you glanced toward the path leading off campus before looking back at him. “do you… have time right now?” sunghoon blinked, caught slightly off guard by the question, like he hadn’t expected the conversation to continue this way. “…right now?” he repeated quietly, his voice careful, like he was making sure he understood you correctly.

you nodded, offering a small, easy smile. “yeah. i was thinking of getting coffee,” you said, tone light but sincere. “you could come with me… if you want.” there was nothing complicated about it. no pressure, no teasing, just an invitation. “oh, uh… yeah,” he said quickly, then paused, clearing his throat as he tried to steady himself, his voice softening just slightly as he corrected himself. “yeah, i can. i don’t have anything until later.” the tips of his ears were already turning red again. you smiled a little at that. “good,” you said simply. “come on.”

the walk felt quiet in a comfortable way, the kind of silence that didn’t need to be filled constantly. you talked here and there, small things, classes, assignments, but it was easy, natural, like neither of you had to try too hard. sunghoon stayed just half a step beside you, always matching your pace, always just slightly aware of where you were. at one point, you shifted your bag, and your hand brushed his, accidental, but noticeable. you didn’t react, just kept walking. but sunghoon did. his entire focus had shifted from the conversation to the exact distance between you, to the way your hand kept brushing his like it meant nothing, like it didn’t completely disrupt his ability to think properly. he kept his gaze forward, trying to act normal, trying to respond when you spoke, but his thoughts kept slipping, circling back to the same thing over and over again.

don’t react.

don’t make it weird.

just walk. just act normal.

he was not acting normal. when you reached the café, sunghoon instinctively stepped ahead just slightly, reaching for the door before you could. he pulled it open, holding it there for you without hesitation.

“go ahead,” he said softly. you glanced at him for a second, a small smile forming as you stepped inside. “thank you,” you said, your voice just as soft. he nodded a little, following after you once you were through, letting the door fall shut behind him carefully before stepping back into place beside you. the warmth inside wrapped around you almost immediately, the quiet hum of conversation and the soft clink of cups filling the space as you both approached the counter. sunghoon stepped forward first.

“hi,” he said politely to the barista, his voice calm, respectful, a complete contrast to how flustered he’d been just minutes ago. “could I please get one americano?” there was a small pause as the barista nodded, entering the order. sunghoon gave a small nod in return. “thank you.” then he stepped slightly to the side, turning his head just enough to look at you. just for a second. like he was checking, waiting. you shifted forward, ready to order, your attention already moving to the menu as you opened your mouth to speak- “and an iced vanilla latte, please ” sunghoon said quietly, just before you could. you blinked, the words catching you off guard just slightly as you turned your head to look at him.

but sunghoon didn’t look back. he was very suddenly focused on anything but you-his gaze dropping somewhere near the counter, then briefly to the card reader, then anywhere that wasn’t your face. the faint flush on his cheeks hadn’t gone away, if anything it had deepened just a little, spreading up toward his ears again like he was fully aware of what he’d just done and didn’t know how to handle the fact that you noticed. you stayed quiet for a second, just watching him. and then, before you could say anything, he was already pulling out his card. “i’ll- uh, i’ll get it,” he said quickly, his voice a little softer now, almost like he was trying to move past the moment before it could become something bigger. “oh, you don’t have to- ” you started, instinctively reaching for your bag. “it’s okay,” he interrupted, not rudely, but gently, firmly enough that it stopped you anyway. he glanced at the barista, offering a small, polite nod as he tapped his card. “i want to,” he added quietly once the payment went through, his tone sincere, practiced. “…thank you,” you said instead, your voice softer now, a little more thoughtful than before. he nodded once, still not quite meeting your eyes.

a few minutes later, drinks in hand, sunghoon led the way to a small table by the window, instinctively choosing a quieter spot away from the busier parts of the café. he pulled the chair out just slightly- subtle, almost like he didn’t even realize he was doing it, and waited for you to sit before taking the seat across from you himself.you set your drink down carefully, fingers still wrapped loosely around the cup as you looked at it for a second, then back up at him. “you didn’t-” you started, a hint of surprise slipping into your voice, your brows lifting just slightly as you looked at him properly now. but he cut you off. “i heard you say it once,” he said quickly, like he had been expecting the question, his words coming out just a little too fast before he slowed himself down. “at the party.”

he hesitated briefly, then added, quieter this time, “you said it was your favorite.” you blinked again. “oh.” he shifted slightly in his seat, his fingers brushing lightly against his cup before he looked down at it instead of at you, like it was easier to focus on something concrete. “i just… remembered,” he added, almost like it wasn’t a big deal. but it was. at least to you. because you hadn’t expected that. not from him. not from someone who barely seemed able to hold eye contact with you for more than a few seconds at a time. and yet- he remembered something that small. something you had said once, casually, without thinking.

you felt the warmth rise to your face before you could stop it, your fingers tightening just slightly around your cup as you looked down for a second, a quiet smile forming without your permission. it was sweet. and for a moment, your thoughts drifted somewhere softer, quieter, lingering on the way he paid attention in ways that weren’t loud or obvious, the way he noticed things without making a show of it, the way he remembered. it wasn’t flashy. it wasn’t bold. but it felt real. and that made it matter more than it probably should have.

“…that’s really nice,” you said after a moment, your voice softer now, more genuine, as you looked back up at him. sunghoon shook his head slightly, almost dismissing it. “it’s nothing,” he murmured.

you didn’t believe that- not really, but you let it go. a small silence settled between you again, this one lighter, more comfortable than before as you took a sip of your drink, the familiar taste grounding you just slightly. sunghoon did the same, though a little more carefully, like even drinking coffee required some level of focus right now.

“…how did you and jake meet?” he asked. the question came out a little hesitant, like he wasn’t entirely sure if he should be asking it, but curious enough that he did anyway.

you glanced at him over the rim of your cup, lowering it slowly. “jake?” you repeated lightly, leaning back just a little in your chair. he nodded, his gaze flickering up to you briefly before dropping again. “yeah.”

you hummed softly, thinking for a second. “we had a class together last semester,” you said, your tone easy, relaxed. “he sat next to me once and just… never left.” a small smile tugged at your lips at the memory.

“he’s kind of like that,” you added. “talks a lot. makes himself comfortable everywhere.” sunghoon nodded slowly, like that made sense. “…yeah,” he said quietly. you watched him for a second, tilting your head just slightly. “why?” you asked, a hint of curiosity slipping into your voice now. “you jealous, hoon?” the nickname came out softer this time.

but he just… froze, his fingers tightening slightly around his cup as his eyes flickered up to meet yours for the briefest moment before immediately dropping again. the reaction was instant, almost instinctive, like his body had already decided for him before his brain could catch up.

he wasn’t, was he?

it’s not like you guys were anything, just classmates, right?

a slow, obvious blush creeping up his neck, settling across his cheeks, his ears turning red all over again like you’d just said something far more serious than you actually had. “i’m not-” he started, a little too quickly, his voice catching slightly before he stopped himself, exhaling quietly through his nose like he needed a second to reset. “it just… came up,” he said after a moment, quieter now, more controlled but still not quite steady, his gaze fixed somewhere near the table instead of you. “i was just asking.” you hummed softly, leaning back just a little in your chair, studying him like you didn’t entirely believe that. “just asking, huh?” you repeated lightly.

he nodded once, still not looking at you. “yeah.” the way he said it; the hesitation, the way his fingers kept adjusting his grip on the cup, the way his shoulders stayed just a little too tense- made it obvious there was more behind it, even if he wasn’t going to say it out loud. you took a small sip of your drink, letting the silence stretch just slightly, your eyes still on him. “okay,” you said finally, your tone easy again, like you were letting it go. like you weren’t going to push.

he let out the smallest breath at that, barely noticeable, his shoulders relaxing just a fraction. “anyway,” he added after a second, like he needed to move the conversation somewhere safer, somewhere less dangerous. “you said you were tired… was it just because of last night, or-”

“are you always this serious?” you cut in softly, a faint smile tugging at your lips as you tilted your head again, watching him. he blinked, caught off guard. “i’m not-” he started, then paused, clearly reconsidering his words. “…am i?”

“a little,” you said, your voice light, not mocking, just honest. he looked down again, almost sheepish. “…sorry,” he muttered, and that made you laugh. “oh, don’t apologize,” you said, softer now, leaning forward just slightly. “i don’t mind it.” he paused at that. just for a second. like he wasn’t entirely sure what to do with it, but then something shifted. it was subtle, so subtle most people wouldn’t even notice, but you did. the tension in his shoulders eased just a little, his grip on his cup loosening as he let out a quiet breath, almost like he was letting himself relax for the first time since you sat down.

“…you don’t?” sunghoon asked, glancing up at you again, this time holding your gaze just a second longer than before. you shook your head lightly, your smile soft, easy. “no,” you said. “it’s kind of… nice.” that caught him off guard again, but differently this time. not in a panicked way. just… surprised. he looked down for a second, a small, almost shy smile tugging at his lips like he was trying not to let it show too much. “i didn’t think anyone would say that,” he admitted quietly. you leaned your chin into your hand, resting your elbow against the table as you watched him. “why?” you asked. “do people usually complain about you being too serious?”

he let out a small breath that almost turned into a laugh. “…not complain,” he said, thinking for a second. “but they don’t usually… notice it in a good way.” you hummed softly, tilting your head just slightly. “well,” you said, your tone thoughtful but still light, “i think it suits you.” that made him laugh, like, actually laugh. the sound was softer than you expected, a little quiet, like he wasn’t used to laughing like that around people, but it was there, and it made something in your chest feel warmer than it should have.

“…that’s kind of a weird compliment,” he said, glancing at you again, his eyes a little brighter now. you smiled, a little amused. “i give weird compliments.”

“i noticed,” he replied, and there was something different in his tone now, lighter, more relaxed, like he was starting to meet you halfway instead of just reacting to you. you raised an eyebrow slightly. “oh? you’ve been paying attention?” that made him hesitate for a second, but instead of shutting down like before, he just huffed out a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “…a little,” he admitted. you smiled into your cup, taking a small sip before setting it back down. “that’s good,” you said. “i’d be offended if you weren’t.”

“i am,” he said before he could stop himself. then immediately froze. you blinked. “…you are?” you repeated, amused. he let out a quiet breath, clearly realizing what he’d just said, but instead of completely panicking this time, he just rubbed the back of his neck slightly, looking a little embarrassed. “i mean- i notice things,” he corrected quickly, though the slight smile on his face didn’t quite disappear this time. “not just… you.” you tilted your head, pretending to consider that. “sure,” you said, unconvinced. he shook his head again, a quiet laugh escaping him, and for a moment, he looked… comfortable, actually comfortable.

“so,” you said after a second, your voice softer now, more curious than teasing, “what do you do when you’re not being serious in class?” he blinked at that. then leaned back slightly in his chair, thinking. “…i don’t know,” he admitted after a moment. “study, mostly.” you stared at him. “…that’s still serious, hoon.” he smiled a little at that. “okay, then… i ice skate sometimes,” he added, a little more quietly, like he wasn’t used to bringing it up. “it helps me clear my head.” that caught your attention immediately. “you ice skate?” you repeated, leaning forward slightly now, your expression lighting up just a little. “like, actually?”

he nodded, a little unsure of your reaction. “…yeah.” you smiled. “that’s kind of cool.” he let out another small laugh, shaking his head slightly. “you say everything is ‘kind of’ something.” you shrugged lightly, smiling. “i like leaving room for interpretation.”

“…that sounds like something someone says when they don’t want to fully commit to an opinion,” he said, and there was the smallest hint of teasing in his voice now. you blinked, then laughed. “okay, that was a little mean.” “it wasn’t mean,” he said quickly, though he was clearly amused now. “it was-”

“judgmental,” you cut in.

“observational,” he corrected. you narrowed your eyes at him slightly, but you were still smiling. “wow. you’re getting bold.” he paused. then, just slightly- 

“…a little,” he admitted. and this time, he didn’t look away.

sunghoon pushed the door of his apartment shut behind him, the soft click echoing in the quiet space as he exhaled under his breath, already feeling the fatigue settle into his shoulders. the day had been long- classes, walking around campus, the lingering awareness of conversations that kept replaying in his head, but none of that stuck quite as much as the moments that followed him home.

he ran a hand through his damp hair after stepping out of the shower, the towel draped over his head as he gently patted it dry, movements slow, absentminded.  the warmth of the water still lingered on his skin, but his thoughts were somewhere else entirely, somewhere that didn’t quite let him relax the way he expected to.

he stared at his reflection in the mirror for a brief second, but his eyes weren’t really focused on himself. they drifted, unfixed, like his mind had already slipped back to earlier that day without his permission. you.

he paused slightly, the towel still in his hands, the corners of his lips lifting before he even realized it. it wasn’t a big smile, nothing dramatic, nothing he’d even admit to out loud- but it was there, soft and quiet, like it appeared on its own without asking for permission. he shook his head faintly, as if that would help clear his thoughts.

it didn’t.

instead, your laugh replayed in his mind again, light and effortless, the kind that didn’t feel forced or careful. it had a warmth to it that lingered longer than it should have, the kind of sound that made silence feel less empty afterward. he found himself exhaling softly, almost amused at himself for remembering it so clearly.

and then your expression; it reminded him of little kids, the way their face lights up when someone remembers their birthday when they thought they wouldn’t.the moment you realized he had actually remembered something you said. that slight pause. the way your eyes shifted, just for a second, like you hadn’t expected it.

there had been something in your face then- surprise, yes, but also something softer underneath it. something that made the moment feel… different. more personal than he had anticipated when he first said it. his grip on the towel loosened slightly as he leaned back a bit against the counter, eyes half-lidded now, thoughts no longer scattered but centered on the same person. he let out a small breath, almost like a quiet laugh to himself, though no sound really came out.

“…what is this,” he murmured under his breath, not really expecting an answer. because he already knew. it wasn’t confusing, not really. it just felt new. unfamiliar in a way that made him more aware of things he normally wouldn’t think twice about; the way he paid attention to you, the way his thoughts drifted back to small details, the way your presence seemed to settle somewhere in the background of his mind and stay there.

he had already been in bed for a while, the room dimly lit by the soft glow of his bedside lamp as his phone rested in his hand. the day had finally quieted down, his body sinking into the mattress with a kind of relief that only came after everything else had stopped demanding his attention. he had been scrolling absentmindedly, not really absorbing anything on his screen, his thoughts still drifting back and forth in a slow, unbroken loop- between class, the café, and you.

then his phone buzzed.

unknown number: is this sunghoon?

he stared at the text for a moment, blinking once, then once more, his mind immediately trying to place who it could be. it wasn’t a saved contact. it wasn’t familiar. but something about the phrasing… felt oddly specific.

he typed back after a brief pause.

sunghoon: depends on who’s asking.

unknown number: it’s mee, hoon unknown number: don’t tell me u already forgot abt me

his eyes lingered on the message a second longer than necessary before something in his expression softened almost immediately. a quiet breath left him, the faintest hint of a smile forming at the corner of his lips as he leaned back slightly into his pillow.

of course it was you.

sunghoon: hey, [name]

a moment later, another message came through.

you: i realized i didn’t really say it properly at the café earlier, but i just wanted to tell you i really enjoyed today!  you: talking to you was really nice :)

he read it slowly once, then again. his thumb paused over the screen as he processed the words, his chest feeling just slightly lighter without him really knowing why. 

sunghoon: i enjoyed it too  sunghoon: a lot

there was a brief pause before he added another message, almost instinctively.

sunghoon: what are you doing?

a few seconds later, his phone buzzed again, and this time a photo loaded into the chat. he tapped it open.it was you. sitting at a table, books spread out in front of you, your posture slightly leaned forward as if you were in the middle of focusing on something. the setting looked quiet, late, the kind of environment that made studying feel both productive and exhausting at the same time. and you looked… tired.

[one image sent]

you: studying :( it’s kind of hard ngl

he stared at the image for a moment longer than he probably should have, his expression softening as he set the phone down briefly against his chest before picking it back up to reply.he set the phone back in his hand, still looking at your photo for a second longer than necessary before finally typing.

sunghoon: you’re studying biochem? again?

another message followed almost immediately.

sunghoon: is it the enzyme kinetics part from today?

almost as if he already knew the answer.

you: okay, keep up w the smart talk and im leaving, hoon

sunghoon: haha im joking, pretty sunghoon: relax

what the hell is wrong with him? why the fuck would he say that??

he ran a hand down his face, exhaling slowly, visibly frustrated with himself now more than anything else.

“…what the fuck am i doing,” he muttered under his breath, staring at the ceiling for a second before glancing back at his phone again. he hadn’t even noticed how much he’d been overthinking until now. before he could spiral further, your reply came in.

you: okay 😭 you’re acting like a whole different person rn you: but like… i don’t mind it you: also yeah it’s hard, could you help me??

“…a whole different person,” he repeated quietly, a small, almost disbelieving breath leaving him as he reread that part again. his ears warmed slightly again, though this time it wasn’t from embarrassment alone.

“…you’re really…” he started under his breath, trailing off as he shook his head faintly, a small smile forming without him realizing.

sunghoon: yeah, i can help

he leaned back slightly on his bed, one arm resting behind his head now, the earlier overthinking replaced with something calmer, more grounded.

sunghoon: send me the part you don’t understand sunghoon: i’ll walk you through it

more like talk you through it.

he started typing again, slower now, more deliberate.

sunghoon: so for enzyme kinetics, especially what we discussed today, you have to think in terms of how the enzyme interacts with the substrate first, not just the equation

he paused briefly, then continued.

sunghoon: like, when you look at Michaelis–Menten behavior, the key idea is that the rate depends on enzyme-substrate complex formation. so when the substrate concentration is low, the enzyme isn’t saturated, which means small increases in substrate will significantly increase the reaction rate sunghoon: is it too much? you don’t mind, do you?

okay, maybe it is too much.

sunghoon: i could explain it properly in person if you want? sunghoon: it’d be easier than doing it over messages

he stared at what he wrote for a brief second, then sent it without overthinking it too much this time.

you: omg, ur the best you: that would definitely be much better you: thank you sm, hoon 🤍

he blinked once, then let out a small breath through his nose, the faintest hint of a smile appearing again.

sunghoon: no worries, im glad I can help 

you: tomorrow @ 3? you: we can meet at the cafe spot :)

sunghoon: yeah, ill be there 👍🏻

you: thank you so much again, hoon you: goodnight ;)

yeah, he was not sleeping tonight, that’s for sure.

the next day came quicker than it should have, slipping into place with a quiet normalcy that somehow made it feel more important than it needed to be. you found yourself walking into the café with the same kind of anticipation you didn’t fully acknowledge; nothing obvious, nothing dramatic, just a subtle pull that guided your steps toward the familiar corner table you had started to associate with him.

the moment you stepped inside, the warm air and low hum of voices wrapped around you, blending with the faint aroma of coffee and something sweet baking somewhere behind the counter. your eyes moved across the room almost instinctively, scanning without really thinking about it, and then they landed on him.

sunghoon was already there, seated in the same spot as before, just like you had seen him last time. his posture was composed, slightly leaned forward over his notebook, pen in hand as he appeared to be reviewing something with quiet focus. but the moment you walked in, he noticed.

“hey,” you said softly, your voice carrying just enough to reach him as you stopped by the table, a small smile already forming as you approached. “hey,” he responded, just as quietly, his tone steady but slightly gentler now that it was directed at you instead of the silence he had been sitting in.

you set your bag down beside the chair and stepped closer to the table, your eyes naturally drifting to the surface in front of him; books, notes, and then something that made you pause. there, placed neatly on the table, was a drink. an iced vanilla latte. your favorite. again. your brows lifted slightly in surprise as your attention lingered on it for a second longer than you expected, your expression shifting subtly as you looked back up at him.

“…you already got one?” you asked, your voice carrying a quiet curiosity, mixed with a hint of something softer now that you had noticed it.

he followed your gaze briefly, then returned his attention to you, his expression calm, though there was the faintest trace of attentiveness in the way he watched your reaction. “yeah,” he said simply, like it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. there was a small pause as he leaned back just slightly in his chair, one hand resting lightly on the table while the other relaxed near his notebook. “i wasn’t sure if you’d get it yourself,” he added after a moment, his tone still even, but a little more thoughtful now. “so i just got it.”

“it’s nothing, really.” you looked at the drink again, then back at him, your expression softening in a way that was subtle, but present- like something had settled quietly in your chest at the realization.

“…you remembered again,” you said under your breath, more to yourself than anything else, though the words slipped out just loud enough to be heard. he didn’t respond immediately. and in that brief moment, the usual distance between him and others felt slightly thinner, like the space he normally kept was quietly adjusting without him forcing it. he shifted his hand slightly on the table, then nodded once, small and understated. “yeah,” he said simply.

and somehow, that was enough.

when you chose biochemistry as your major, you never really thought it would feel this confusing, it was the persistent kind of confusion that settled in the back of your mind and refused to fully leave, no matter how hard you tried to push through it.

you were sitting across from him, notebook open, pen in hand, eyes scanning the material in front of you as he began explaining the topic again; enzyme kinetics, reaction rates, inhibition types, this and that.  his voice steady, structured, and far more organized than the scattered thoughts you were trying to align in your own head.

you swore you were trying to focus, really. but your attention kept slipping. not because you didn’t care, but because something else kept pulling it away.

the way his glasses kept sliding slightly down the bridge of his nose, forcing him to pause every so often to push them back up with a small, almost absentminded motion. the way his hair fell softly across his forehead, slightly tousled, catching the light in a way that made it look lighter than it probably was. the subtle movements of his mouth as he spoke; occasionally pressing his lips together, or biting them lightly when he was concentrating on choosing the right way to explain something.

and his hands- fuck, those hands.

they were moving across the page, pointing at diagrams, underlining key terms, tapping lightly when emphasizing a point. but instead of helping you focus, they were your biggest distraction. you hadn’t really thought about it before, but now that you were sitting this close, watching the way his fingers moved with precision and ease, you couldn’t help but notice how slender they were, how defined in a quiet, understated way. veins faintly visible under the skin, movements controlled but natural, like he had full awareness of everything he was doing.

your mind drifted for just a second too long. wondering, almost absentmindedly, how much control those hands had, how far they could reach, how steady they were when he wasn’t thinking about them.

who knew hands could be this interesting?

you didn’t even realize you had gone quiet until “you good?” his voice cut through your thoughts gently, enough to pull you back into the present. you blinked. refocusing. looking up at him, but sunghoon was already looking at you, his expression calm but observant, like he had been watching you long enough to notice the shift in your attention without making it obvious. “…yeah,” you said quickly, recovering with a small, slightly sheepish smile. “it’s just… kind of a lot.”

he didn’t seem surprised. in fact, there was a faint understanding in his eyes as he nodded slightly, pen resting lightly between his fingers now. “yeah,” he said softly. “i noticed.” there was no judgment in his tone. just an observation. matter-of-fact. like he had been paying attention to you just as much as you had been trying to pay attention to the material.

he let the moment settle, his gaze briefly dropping back to the page in front of him- but not fully. not immediately. because, in the quiet that followed, he found himself doing it again. looking at you. not in a way that would be obvious if anyone else were around. not in a way that interrupted what he was supposed to be focusing on. but just… briefly. naturally. like his attention kept drifting back without him consciously deciding to.

you were leaning slightly forward over your notes, brows faintly drawn together in concentration. a strand of hair had fallen loose near your face, and you didn’t seem to notice it, too focused on trying to follow along with the explanation. your pen hovered over the page, then moved, then paused again, like you were working through each step carefully, even if it wasn’t fully clicking yet. and something about that; about the way you were trying, not giving up, not pretending to understand when you didn’t. it made something in his chest settle in a way he couldn’t quite name.

you weren’t falling for park sunghoon, just like he was falling for you, right?

the time between leaving the café and returning to his dorm felt shorter than sunghoon expected. or maybe it just felt different. because this time, the quiet that usually followed him home wasn’t empty- it was filled with fragments of your voice, your small laughs, the way you leaned in slightly when you were trying to understand something, the way you said his name like it wasn’t just a name at all.

by the time he pushed the door open, his expression had softened into something he didn’t even realize he was carrying. a faint smile.

inside the dorm, the atmosphere was exactly what he expected.

jake was already in the kitchen area, leaning his back against the counter, one hand holding a spoon while the other held a tub of ice cream. he was mid-bite when sunghoon walked in, his eyes lifting almost immediately, like he had been waiting for something interesting to happen.

and then he saw it; sunghoon’s face, and that small but unmistakable smile. jake’s expression shifted instantly into something knowing. “oh,” he said around the spoon, swallowing before pointing it slightly in sunghoon’s direction. “yeah, you’re down bad.” he let out a short laugh after that, clearly amused, going back to scooping another spoonful like he had just confirmed something he already suspected.

sunghoon didn’t respond right away. he just closed the door behind him, setting his bag down with a quiet thud, his fingers lingering on the strap for a second longer than necessary as he tried to compose himself.

“i’m not—” he started, but his voice lacked conviction, cut short by the fact that he knew exactly why jake was saying that. before he could finish, footsteps echoed from down the hall. heeseung walked into the room, glancing between the two of them with a curious expression, clearly catching onto the energy immediately. “what’s going on?” he asked, eyes moving from jake to sunghoon, then back again, like he was trying to piece together the situation.

oh, but jake didn’t hesitate.

“oh, him?” he said casually, gesturing toward sunghoon with his spoon again. “he was on a date.” heeseung blinked, once, then again. a smile started forming almost immediately, a mix of surprise and amusement lighting up his face.

“no way,” he said, sounding genuinely intrigued now as he looked at sunghoon. “you didn’t tell us that.” sunghoon’s ears warmed instantly. his posture stiffened just slightly as he set his bag fully down, clearly caught off guard by how quickly the situation had escalated. “it wasn’t a date,” he said quickly, his tone a bit more firm now as he stepped further into the room.

jake raised a brow, already smirking. before either of them could say anything else, sunghoon reached out, scratching the back of his own neck with one hand in a reflexive, slightly tense gesture- like he needed something to ground himself. “it was tutoring,” he added, a little more controlled this time, though the faint flush creeping up his neck gave him away completely. he glanced between the two of them, clearly aware of how this looked, and even more aware of how little he could defend himself against it. “…that’s it.”

jake and heeseung didn’t even need a second invitation. the moment sunghoon denied it, too quickly, too firmly, it only made things worse. jake’s grin widened instantly, like he had just been handed confirmation without sunghoon realizing it. he shoved another spoonful of ice cream into his mouth, then pointed again, laughing under his breath as he looked at heeseung.

“see?” jake said, voice rising slightly as he pushed himself off the counter. “that’s exactly how someone acts when they’ve got a crush.” heeseung let out a soft laugh, clearly entertained now, stepping further into the room as he looked at sunghoon with a knowing expression. “yeah,” heeseung added, smiling. “you’re way too defensive for someone who says it’s just tutoring.” sunghoon exhaled through his nose, already regretting walking into the room like that. “i don’t-” he started again, but stopped himself, realizing it was useless, and that was all Jake needed.

“and he’s doing the stammer thing,” jake immediately pointed out, his voice louder now, dragging heeseung along with him as if they had just unlocked a shared joke. “he’s down bad bad.” sunghoon pinched the bridge of his nose for a second, shutting his eyes briefly. “you guys are unbelievable.” but instead of calming down, they had to make it worse.

jake set the ice cream down on the counter and suddenly moved, half-walking, half-jogging into the living room while laughing, heeseung right behind him. within seconds, they were both moving around the space like they had no intention of stopping anytime soon. “park sunghoon has a crush!” Jake shouted, clearly exaggerating for dramatic effect. “he’s in love!” heeseung added, playing along, his tone light but teasing.

“i am not in love—” sunghoon’s voice followed them, slightly raised now as he stood where he was for a moment, watching them with a mix of embarrassment and disbelief. but they weren’t done. jake turned around mid-step, walking backward now as he pointed again. “then what is it? explain why you came home smiling like that.” sunghoon didn’t answer. instead, he turned on his heel and walked straight down the hallway toward his room, clearly done entertaining them.

“wow, retreating already?” jake called after him, laughing as he leaned toward heeseung. the other shook his head, still smiling. “let him breathe, Jake.”

the noise in the dorm settled back into something quieter, the earlier chaos fading into background sounds, occasional movement, low conversation, the normal rhythm of shared space. sunghoon had been in his room, sitting at his desk at first, then leaning back slightly in his chair, staring at nothing in particular as his thoughts drifted back, uninvited, to earlier in the day. he exhaled quietly, running a hand through his hair before dropping it back onto the desk. a knock on his door pulled him out of it. “yeah,” he said, not looking up immediately. the door opened anyway. jake stepped inside.

this time, he wasn’t loud. no teasing entrance, no exaggerated tone. just jake, closing the door behind him and walking in like a normal person for once. he leaned against the wall near the door, crossing his arms loosely as he looked at sunghoon.

“…so,” jake started, his voice calmer now, though still carrying that familiar edge of curiosity. “how was it?” sunghoon glanced at him, then looked away again, his fingers lightly tapping against the edge of his desk. “…it was fine,” he said. jake hummed, clearly not satisfied with that answer. “fine?” he repeated, raising a brow slightly. “that’s it?” sunghoon hesitated. that pause alone was enough. jake’s lips twitched into a small smile.  “…okay,” sunghoon added after a second, his tone quieter now. “it was… good.” jake nodded slowly, encouraging him without pushing too hard.

“she’s… easy to talk to,” sunghoon continued, almost like he was choosing his words carefully. “and she actually tries to understand things. not just… pretend.” there was a brief pause. jake didn’t interrupt this time. sunghoon glanced down at his hands for a moment, then exhaled lightly through his nose. “…and she listens,” he added, a bit more softly. “even when she doesn’t get it right away.”

that was as much as he seemed willing to say out loud.  jake tilted his head slightly, watching him with a knowing expression, though he kept his tone light. “mhm,” he said. “sounds like you had a great time then.” sunghoon gave him a brief look at that, not quite amused, but not annoyed enough to stop the conversation either. “…it wasn’t like that,” he muttered. jake smirked. “yeah, sure.”

but this time, the teasing was softer. less chaotic. more observant than anything else. and sunghoon, he didn’t deny it further.  he just leaned back slightly in his chair again, letting the quiet settle back in, while jake stayed there, still watching him with that same small, knowing grin.

the next few days passed in a way you didn’t really expect them to.

what started as one tutoring session somehow turned into… more. not in a planned way, not in a “let’s schedule this properly” kind of way, just naturally. like it made sense to keep meeting.  like neither of you really questioned it.

you’d text him something simple, are you free? and somehow, an hour later, you’d be sitting across from park sunghoon again. same café, same table, same notebooks spread out between you. except it didn’t feel the same anymore. not exactly. at first, it was just studying. structured,  focused, him explaining, you trying to keep up, occasionally getting distracted, occasionally getting something right. but as the days went on, something shifted; quietly, subtly, without either of you pointing it out.

you started talking more. not just about biochemistry, about classes, about professors, about random things that didn’t matter and somehow mattered anyway. and somewhere between reaction mechanisms and enzyme inhibition, laughter started slipping in- unexpected at first, then easier, more natural.

“no, because if you write it like that,” sunghoon said one afternoon, leaning slightly closer to your notebook, his pen hovering over the page, “you’re basically saying the enzyme just gave up.” you blinked, then looked at him. “…it can do that?” you asked, completely serious for half a second. he paused, then let out a quiet laugh.

and for a moment, you just stared at him, because that was new. you didn’t even think about it before you reached out, your hand lightly touching his shoulder as you laughed too, leaning back in your chair. “oh my god,” you said between small giggles, “that’s so mean. poor enzyme.” the touch was brief.

his shoulders tensed just slightly- not enough to pull away, not enough to make it obvious, but enough that he noticed it. his breath caught for just a second before he forced himself to relax, clearing his throat quietly as he looked back down at the page. “…it doesn’t have feelings,” he muttered, though there was the faintest hint of a smile tugging at his lips now.

and that kept happening, the small moments.

you leaning closer to see something, your arm brushing against his. your fingers grazing his wrist when you reached for the same pen at the same time. your hand resting briefly on his shoulder when you laughed at something he said, because he was saying more now. he was loosening up; not all at once, not dramatically, but enough that it was noticeable. his explanations were still detailed, still precise- but now, they were mixed with small comments, quiet humor, little remarks that caught you off guard. he’d glance at you sometimes while explaining something, like he was checking if you were following, and when you weren’t, he didn’t get flustered the way he used to.

“you’re overthinking it again,” he said once, tapping your notebook lightly with his pen. you frowned slightly, looking up at him. “i’m not-”

“you are,” he interrupted calmly, though there was a softness to it now. “you’re trying to make it more complicated than it is.” you narrowed your eyes at him, but there was no real annoyance there. “…you sound very confident for someone who holds his water bottle like emotional support,” you shot back. you smiled without thinking. and without realizing it, your hand reached out again, lightly pushing his shoulder this time. “see? you can be funny,” you said, teasing. he shook his head slightly, looking down for a second, but the faint smile didn’t leave his face this time. “…you’re distracting,” he muttered, almost to himself.

and the more time passed, the more natural it started to feel. like sitting this close to him wasn’t something you thought about anymore. like touching him, even briefly, didn’t feel like something you had to hesitate over. like laughing with him, came easier than it should have. and sunghoon, even if he didn’t say it out loud, was starting to feel it too.

sunghoon: hey, u on your way yet?

the message sat there on the screen, simple, casual, like every other message he’d sent you before. delivered, but not read.

sunghoon hadn’t meant to check his phone as often as he was. at first, it was just a quick glance; something unconscious, something he didn’t think twice about as he sat at the café table, your usual spot, your usual drinks not yet ordered because he figured you’d walk in any second.

you were probably just a little late. that was normal. five minutes passed, then ten. by fifteen, he found himself checking the door more than his phone, his gaze lifting every time it opened, only to drop again when it wasn’t you. each time, there was a small pause, just a second too long, before he looked back down, fingers tightening slightly around his phone without him realizing it.

you always said something. even if it was just i’m late sorry or give me 5 mins something small, something quick. you never just… disappeared like this. his thumb hovered over the screen again as he reopened the chat, like maybe the message would suddenly appear if he looked at it one more time. still nothing. his jaw tightened slightly, and he leaned back in his chair, exhaling through his nose as he ran a hand through his hair, pushing it back in a way that made it fall right back into place seconds later.

“…you would’ve texted,” he muttered under his breath, more to himself than anything else. he tried to reason with it. maybe your phone died, maybe you got caught up in something, maybe you just forgot. but even as the thoughts came, they didn’t sit right, because none of them sounded like you. and that was enough. he stood up, grabbed his things, and left.

your room felt too quiet. not peaceful quiet, just… heavy. 

the kind that pressed down on everything, making even the smallest movements feel slower than they should. your head ached in a dull, persistent way, like it had been sitting there for hours, and your body felt off- tired, weak, just uncomfortable enough that you couldn’t ignore it. at some point, you had woken up with the intention of getting ready. of texting him, of saying something.

you even remembered picking up your phone, staring at the screen, opening your messages, but the moment passed. the energy it would take to type, to explain, to even form the words- it felt like too much. so you told yourself you’d do it in a minute, and then you didn’t. time blurred after that. you didn’t really keep track of it. not until the faint pressure in your head worsened, and you finally pushed yourself up from the bed with a quiet sigh, your movements slow and a little unsteady as your feet hit the floor. the room felt slightly warmer than it should have, or maybe that was just you.

you dragged yourself toward the small table where you had left your pills, one hand brushing lightly against the wall for balance as you walked. you didn’t think about the café, or the time, or the fact that someone was probably waiting for you, not until the doorbell rang. you froze. completely still for a second, like your body needed time to catch up with the sound. your brows furrowed slightly as you turned your head toward the door, confusion settling in almost immediately. you weren’t expecting anyone. not today. not at all.

for a moment, you just stood there, staring blankly, trying to figure out if you had forgotten something, or someone. the silence that followed felt louder than before, like it was waiting for you to react. then the doorbell rang again. this time, a little softer, more hesitant, more like him. you swallowed lightly before making your way toward the door, your steps slower than usual, each one feeling just slightly heavier than it should. your hand hovered over the handle for a brief second before you finally turned it and pulled the door open. and it felt like the whole world stopped.

because standing right there, just outside your door, was park sunghoon.

his hair slightly out of place, like he had rushed without thinking too much about it,  breathing not quite uneven, but not fully steady either. and his expression, that’s what caught you. the faint crease between his brows, the way his eyes immediately scanned your face the moment the door opened, like he was checking something, like he was trying to make sure you were okay without asking it out loud first.

you just stood there, staring at him, because you hadn’t expected anyone, and definitely not him standing at your door. you blinked at him, still trying to process why he was standing there, your mind slow to catch up with the situation, your hand still resting on the door like you hadn’t fully decided whether this was real or not.

“sunghoon?” you started, your voice a little weaker than usual, confusion laced through it as your brows pulled together slightly. “what are-”

“i texted you.” he cut you off, like he had been holding that in the entire way here. “i texted and you didn’t answer,” sunghoon continued, his voice a little breathless, his words coming out faster than they usually did, like he hadn’t fully slowed down yet. his eyes moved over your face again, more carefully this time, more deliberately, like he was trying to read something in your expression.

“i waited,” he added, quieter now, like that part mattered more than the rest. “and then you still didn’t reply, so i-”he stopped for a second, exhaling through his nose before finishing, almost like he knew how it sounded. “i asked jake for your dorm number.”

“…you what?” you said softly, the surprise finally settling in as you stared at him a little more clearly now, trying to piece together the fact that he had gone out of his way to find you. his brows pulled together just a bit more, his gaze softening into something that wasn’t just concern anymore- it was closer, more personal, like whatever he had expected to find wasn’t quite this. “…are you okay?” he asked, quieter now, his voice losing that earlier urgency and settling into something softer, steadier. and just like that, the energy shifted.

you exhaled lightly, your shoulders dropping a little as the moment caught up to you, your hand falling from the door as you leaned slightly against the frame. “i’m-” you started, then paused, your voice trailing off as you shook your head faintly. “i’m sorry, I didn’t mean to not answer, i just…wasn’t feeling good, and i guess i fell asleep or something.” you let out a small breath, your words slower now, more tired than you intended them to be.

“i forgot,” you added quietly. “i’m really sorry.” for a second, he just stood there, looking at you. taking it in, then he exhaled. a quiet sound; half sigh, half something else, as he ran a hand through his hair, the tension in his shoulders easing just slightly.

“…you’re fine,” he said, almost under his breath, like he was reassuring himself just as much as you. then, a faint, breathy laugh slipped out, soft and short, like the worry was still lingering but not as sharp as before. “just-” he started, shaking his head slightly. “don’t do that again.”

“go sit downfor me, hm?,” he said, his tone shifting into something more grounded, more certain, the kind of quiet authority that didn’t sound forced, it just was. “you don’t look great.” you blinked at that, still a little dazed as you stepped back automatically, letting him move past you, closing the door behind him with a soft click. “…okay,” you murmured, not really arguing, your body already too tired to resist as you made your way toward your bed, sitting down slowly, still trying to catch up with everything that had just happened.

sunghoon didn’t hesitate. he moved through your space with a kind of quiet purpose, his eyes briefly scanning the room before heading straight toward the small kitchen area like he already knew what he was looking for. you watched him, confusion slowly mixing with something else, something warmer, softer, as he opened a cabinet, then another, clearly searching for something. “…what are you doing?” you asked, your voice quieter now, a little hoarse, but curious.

“what tea do you like?” he asked, glancing over his shoulder briefly, his tone calm, like it was the most normal question in the world. he was standing in your kitchen, looking for something to make you feel better. you sat there for a second, watching him, your thoughts slowing in a completely different way now, something soft settling in your chest despite how off you still felt. “…anything warm is fine,” you said quietly. but your eyes didn’t leave him, because suddenly- this didn’t feel like “just tutoring” anymore.

there was something careful about the way he moved around your kitchen, like he didn’t want to make too much noise, like he was aware constantly that you were just a few steps away, not feeling well, sitting there waiting without really asking him to do any of this.

he found a mug, then the tea and the kettle. each movement was quiet, deliberate, almost methodical in a way that grounded him after the rush of worry that had brought him here in the first place. the sound of water heating filled the small space, soft and steady, and for a moment, he let himself breathe properly again.

when everything was ready, he didn’t hesitate long. he grabbed the mug carefully, along with a glass of water and the pills he had found nearby, balancing them as he walked back toward you.

he slowed down just slightly when he got closer, his steps softer now, like he didn’t want to startle you even though you were already watching him. he sat down beside you. close. not too close, but close enough that the warmth of his presence was noticeable. “…here,” he said quietly, handing you the mug first, then the pills, then the glass of water, his movements careful, attentive in a way that didn’t feel forced.

you looked at him for a second before taking them, your fingers brushing his briefly in the process. “thank you,” you murmured, your voice softer now, your expression gentler despite how tired you felt. “you’re too sweet.” a faint flush crept up his neck as his gaze dropped for a second, his fingers curling slightly against his palm as if he didn’t quite know what to do with them. “…it’s nothing,” he said, a little too quickly at first, then softer, more composed. “it’s the least I could do.” but he didn’t look at you right away after that. there was something quiet there, something unspoken, something neither of you addressed, but both of you felt.

he cleared his throat softly, breaking it first. “you should take the pills,” he said, his voice gentler now, almost careful. “and… get some rest.” you nodded slightly, doing exactly that, but your eyes didn’t leave him completely. “…you can stay,” you added after a moment, your tone light, but not careless. “if you want.” sunghoon hesitated, not because he didn’t want to, but because he did. and that alone made him second guess it for just a second too long. “…yeah,” he said finally, nodding once, more to himself than anything else. “just… to make sure you’re okay.”

that was the excuse, the one he chose to hold onto.

you smiled faintly, then shifted slightly on the bed. “…maybe we could watch something?” you asked softly. sunghoon shifted slightly beside you, the movement small but noticeable as he reached for the remote, his fingers brushing against it before he picked it up, his posture still a little careful, like he was aware of you in a way that made him slightly more deliberate with everything he did. “yeah… we can,” he said quietly, his voice soft, almost like he didn’t want to break whatever calm had settled between you. he leaned forward just a bit, elbows resting loosely on his knees as he turned his attention to the screen, starting to scroll through the endless list of movies, his thumb moving slower than it probably needed to, like he wasn’t really in a rush to pick anything.

the room stayed quiet for a moment, filled only with the soft clicking of the remote and the faint background noise of the interface shifting from one option to another. it wasn’t awkward, though, not like before. it felt easy, like the silence didn’t need to be filled right away. “…what do you usually watch?” he asked after a bit, his voice coming out naturally this time, not forced, not overly thought-out. he glanced at you briefly, just for a second, before looking back at the screen, his expression relaxed in a way that would’ve been unfamiliar to anyone who didn’t know him well. you shifted slightly under the blanket, pulling it a little closer around yourself, your shoulders relaxing as you let your head tilt just slightly toward him. “honestly?” you murmured, your voice still soft from earlier, but steadier now. “anything that isn’t horror.”

he blinked once, then slowly turned his head toward you, his brows lifting just a little in quiet amusement. “…really?” he said, and then a small laugh slipped out, it was soft, slow, almost under his breath, but real. “scared, huh?” the way he said it was light, teasing in a way that felt new coming from him, like he was testing it out, seeing if he could get away with it. you narrowed your eyes at him immediately, though there was no real irritation behind it, just that familiar spark, the one that had started showing up more often around him.

“oh my god, shut up,” you muttered, and without really thinking about it, you reached out and lightly punched his shoulder. it caught him off guard just enough that his body reacted before his brain did, his shoulders shifting slightly as he let out a quiet, surprised breath. then he laughed again. “okay,” he said, lifting one hand slightly like he was surrendering, a faint smile still lingering on his lips. “no horror. got it.”

there was something different about him in that moment; something looser, more comfortable, like he wasn’t holding himself as tightly as before. like being around you like this, in a space that wasn’t a classroom or a crowded café, was slowly changing the way he carried himself. he went back to scrolling, but slower now, occasionally pausing on something for a second longer, glancing at you like he was silently asking if it was okay before moving on again.

“…this one?” he asked at one point, tilting the screen slightly toward you. you leaned in just a bit to look, your shoulder brushing lightly against his as you did.

“mm… no,” you said softly, your voice thoughtful as you scanned it for a second before leaning back again, though not quite as far as before. he nodded, “yeah, okay” soft laugh fell from his lips, before he could question it. eventually, you landed on something simple- something light enough that it didn’t require too much thinking, something that could just exist in the background while you both sat there. when he pressed play, neither of you really noticed the shift.

somewhere between settling back against the bed and adjusting the blanket, you both moved, just slightly, closer. your shoulders brushed again, this time not pulling apart afterward. the warmth of him beside you wasn’t subtle anymore. it was there; steady, constant- and instead of moving away, you leaned into it just a little without even realizing. he did the same, but not enough to make it obvious. the movie started playing, soft voices and background music filling the room, but it didn’t demand your attention, not really. it became something secondary, something that existed around you rather than something you were fully focused on. your hand brushing against his when you adjusted the blanket again, your fingers grazing his for just a second longer than necessary before pulling back slightly. his hand shifting near yours, not pulling away completely, just… staying close.

sunghoon’s breath caught, barely noticeable, but there. his eyes flickered down for a split second, his fingers still, like he wasn’t sure if moving would break something. your hand didn’t pull away. they stayed there, close, barely touching, like the space between them was something fragile. something that could shift into something more if either of you made one small move. and for a second; it felt like that might actually happen, like the distance would disappear completely, like you didn’t have to pretend anymore, like your fingers would finally-

his phone rang. the sound cut through everything. too loud for how quiet the moment had been. sunghoon flinched slightly, his hand pulling back almost immediately like the contact had burned him, his chest rising a little too quickly as he blinked, his thoughts scrambling to catch up. “…shit,” he muttered under his breath, more to himself than anything else, reaching for his phone with slightly unsteady fingers.

“hm? who is it? your voice but through the silence.  sunghoon glanced at the screen again for a split second before answering, his expression tightening just slightly, the softness from before fading into something more restrained. “…it’s jake,” he said, a small, almost forced smile pulling at his lips as he looked at you, like he was trying to brush it off even though the timing couldn’t have been worse.

he shifted a little, already pushing himself up from where he was sitting, one hand rubbing briefly at the back of his neck; a habit that came back the moment he felt even slightly out of place again. “uh- you mind if i take this?” he asked, his tone polite, but there was a quiet edge of reluctance there, like he didn’t actually want to step away. you let out a soft giggle, the sound light and warm, completely unbothered as you looked up at him. “go on, hoon,” you said gently, your voice carrying that same easy softness it always did when you said his name. “i won’t go anywhere.”

oh, fuck you, jaeyun sim.

but he nodded anyway, a small, quiet motion before turning slightly away, bringing the phone up to his ear as he stepped just a little further from the couch. “what do you want, jake?” he said, his voice low, flat, and just slightly irritated, the words coming out more bluntly than usual. there was a pause as the other end of the call filled with whatever jake was saying, but sunghoon didn’t respond much, his answers were short, minimal, almost nonexistent. a quiet “yeah”,  distracted “mm.”

at one point, his gaze flickered briefly back toward you without meaning to, like his attention was split no matter how much he tried to focus on the call. “…hm,” he said after a moment, his tone still dry, still clipped. “okay, bye.”and then he pulled the phone away, the screen going dark as he let out a quiet breath through his nose, his shoulders relaxing just slightly as the call ended. he turned back toward you almost immediately, already stepping closer, ready to sit back down, ready to return to that same quiet, warm space you had been sharing just minutes ago.

“it was jake, he was just- ” he started, his voice softer again, the earlier irritation already fading as he looked up, and stopped, because you weren’t looking at him anymore, you had fallen asleep sometime during the call. your head tilted slightly to the side, your breathing slow and even, the tension from earlier completely gone, replaced by something soft, peaceful- like your body had finally given in to the rest it needed. sunghoon stood there for a second, just looking at you. like he didn’t want to move too quickly and disturb it.

there was something about the way you looked like this; peaceful, calm, unaware, that made his chest tighten just slightly, something warm settling there without him fully understanding why. you didn’t look like the same person who teased him, who laughed at him, who called him “hoon” like it was the easiest thing in the world. you just looked soft. and it did something to him.

slowly, carefully, he stepped closer. each movement quieter than the last until he was right in front of you, close enough to really see the small details, the way your lashes rested against your cheeks, the faint rise and fall of your chest, the way your lips were slightly parted as you breathed. he crouched down beside the couch, one knee pressing lightly against the floor as he lowered himself to your level, his eyes not leaving your face. for a moment, he didn’t do anything. just looked. then, without really thinking, his hand moved, but it was slow, almost careful- like he was giving himself time to stop, but he didn’t.

his fingers brushed lightly against your hair, gently tucking a loose strand away from your face, his touch so soft it barely disturbed anything at all. the motion was instinctive, natural in a way that surprised even him. “…you should rest,” he murmured quietly, even though you couldn’t hear him, his voice barely above a whisper.

he reached for the blanket next, pulling it up a little higher over your shoulders, making sure you were properly covered, his movements just as careful as before, like he didn’t want to wake you, but also didn’t want to leave you like this without doing something. his hand lingered for just a second longer than necessary, then slowly, he pulled away. the space between you returning, even if he didn’t really want it to. he stood up quietly, glancing at you one last time, like he was committing the image to memory without meaning to. then he turned and left

before the door could close behind him, his hand already reaching into his pocket for his phone, your chat open before he could make a step, the quiet of the hallway wrapping around him as he stepped away from your dorm.

his fingers hovered over the screen for a second- like he was thinking about what to say before he started typing.

sunghoon: hey, i left. you fell asleep on me sunghoon: get some rest, okay? sunghoon: text me when you wake up

and then, after just a second more- 

sunghoon: if you need anything, just tell me

he stared at the message for a moment before hitting send, exhaling quietly through his nose as he slipped his phone back into his pocket. there was still a faint smile on his face as he walked away.

and even as he left, his thoughts stayed with you.

morning didn’t come fast, it came slowly, like your body wasn’t fully ready to be awake yet; like sleep was still clinging to you, heavy and warm, refusing to let go completely. your head throbbed faintly, not enough to hurt, but enough to remind you of last night, of the way everything had felt a little too loud, a little too much. 

for a moment, you didn’t move. you just lay there, eyes barely open, staring ahead without really focusing on anything, letting your breathing even out as your thoughts slowly started catching up.

your brows pulled together slightly as you pushed yourself up, the blanket sliding down from your shoulders, your fingers instinctively catching it before it could fall completely. you paused, looking down at it, confusion settling in for just a second. you didn’t remember pulling it up that high, you didn’t remember grabbing it at all. and then it clicked. the couch, the movie. sunghoon. your gaze lifted slowly, scanning your dorm like you were trying to piece everything together without fully trusting your memory, and that’s when you noticed it- on your bedside table was a glass of water, and a note.

something in your chest shifted, small but noticeable, as you reached for it, your fingers still a little sluggish as you unfolded the paper, your eyes moving over his handwriting. it was neat, careful. a little too precise in a way that felt very him- like even something this simple had been done thoughtfully. you read it once, and the again, for a moment, you just sat there, the quiet of your room settling around you in a way that felt softer than usual, your grip on the paper loosening slightly as you exhaled.

“…he’s actually so sweet,” you murmured under your breath, your voice still rough with sleep, quieter than you intended. your lips curved slightly before you could stop them, your head tilting just a little as your thoughts drifted somewhere softer than you expected them to. you exhaled quietly, leaning back against the couch, your eyes dropping to the note again before they slowly shifted away. the way he got flustered over the smallest things, the way his ears turned red when you said his name, the way he avoided your eyes for half a second too long before forcing himself to look back, like he didn’t want to seem rude but didn’t know what to do with himself either.

and yet, he still showed up, still helped you, still sat there, explaining things patiently even when you didn’t understand, never making you feel stupid, never making you feel like a burden.

“…he’s so easy,” you murmured, but the words didn’t come out the way they used to.   you reached for your phone. the screen lit up immediately, and there they were- his messages, sitting there like they had been waiting for you this whole time.

hey, I left. you fell asleep, get some rest, okay? text me when you wake up, if you need anything, just tell me

your thumb hovered over the screen, your expression softening just slightly as you read them again, slower this time, like you were paying attention to the way they felt instead of just what they said.

there was something about it, about him, that made you hesitate. just for a second. because people didn’t usually do this, not like this. not without expecting something back. but sunghoon, sunghoon just did things. quietly- without making a big deal out of them. and for some reason, that stuck with you more than anything else.

you inhaled softly, then started typing.

you: hey… i just woke up

you paused, staring at the screen for a second before continuing.

you: thank you for yesterday, hoon 🤍 you: you didn’t have to do all that

your fingers hovered again, your gaze softening as your thoughts caught up with you just enough to make you add one more line.

you: but i’m really glad you did

the day was supposed to be productive, that had been the plan.

your dorm was a mess; clothes half-folded, books scattered, notes stacked in uneven piles that made it look like you had completely lost control of everything. it had been bothering you for a while now, sitting in the back of your mind like something you kept putting off.

so you started cleaning. at first, it worked. you moved around your room, picking things up, organizing them into proper places, throwing away things you didn’t need anymore. the motion helped, the repetition giving you something to focus on, something that didn’t require too much thinking.

but then, your phone buzzed. you froze for a second, your hand still resting on a stack of papers as your attention shifted immediately, almost instinctively, toward the sound.

sunghoon, of course.

and before you even realized it, there was a small smile forming on your lips as you unlocked your phone.

sunghoon: you’re awake sunghoon: how r u feeling?

you leaned back against your desk, your posture relaxing as your attention fully shifted away from everything else.

you: better :) still a bit tired tho

the reply came quickly.

sunghoon: did you eat anything? sunghoon: you should probably eat something

you let out a quiet laugh under your breath, shaking your head slightly as you typed.

you: wow, are you my mom now? you: but yeah i will dw

There was a short pause.

sunghoon: just making sure

and something about that made you stop for a second.

you pressed your lips together slightly before setting your phone down, exhaling softly as you pushed yourself back up. “focus,” you muttered under your breath, glancing around your room again.

you picked up where you left off. for a few minutes, maybe. before your eyes drifted back to your phone again. it became a pattern before you even realized it. you’d start cleaning, actually trying to focus, telling yourself you needed to get things done, and then your thoughts would drift. not to anything specific. just…to him. at some point, you ended up sitting on the floor, surrounded by books you had meant to organize, your back resting lightly against your bed as your attention stayed completely locked onto the screen in your hands instead of the mess around you.

you talked about small things, nothing serious. just things.

you: i’m reorganizing my notes you: they were getting out of hand

sunghoon: i can imagine sunghoon: you seem like the type to have color-coded tabs and everything

you smiled, your head tilting slightly as you typed back.

you: i do you: and it still somehow becomes chaos🫩

sunghoon: that sounds inefficient

you huffed out a quiet laugh.

you: oh my god shut up

sunghoon: you love it

your smile lingered this time.

you: maybe a little

there was a slight delay before his response came through, long enough for you to notice.

sunghoon: …maybe

and something about that- something small, subtle, easy to miss- made your chest feel just a little lighter than before.

 somewhere between the jokes, the small check-ins, the quiet moments where neither of you said anything for a few minutes before picking it right back up again, your thoughts circled back to the same thing. he’s really nice, too nice. and as you sat there, your room finally starting to look cleaner, more put together, you realized something you weren’t quite ready to deal with yet, because no matter how much you tried to focus on anything else, you kept thinking about him anyway.

a few days passed like that- quietly, unevenly, filled with small conversations that never felt like they were trying too hard to be anything. messages that came in at random times, short laughs over text, simple check-ins that somehow became part of your routine without either of you really acknowledging it.

and then, campus again. lecture hall, the low hum of students filling seats, papers flipping, pens clicking, the familiar pre-class chaos settling into background noise as you sat there half-focused, your notebook already open but your mind not fully in it yet.

you weren’t really thinking about anything specific. just drifting. until the door at the back of the hall opened, and he walked in. sunghoon, except he didn’t look like usual; his hair was slightly messy, like he hadn’t fully bothered fixing it, his steps were quicker than normal, a little rushed, like he’d just been moving too fast to calm down properly. and there was the faintest sign of breathlessness in the way he paused for half a second once he spotted you- like he’d been in a hurry and only just made it on time. his eyes met yours briefly. and something in his expression softened- just a fraction. 

he made his way down the row, slipping into the seat right next to you, his bag dropping lightly onto the floor beside him. for a moment, he didn’t say anything; just sat there, adjusting his breathing slightly, shoulders still a little tense. “…hi,” he muttered. you turned toward him immediately, your expression softening without even thinking about it. “hi,” you replied just as gently, like you were matching his energy without trying to force anything brighter onto him. “you okay?” he hesitated for a second, eyes flicking down to his notebook before nodding once.

“yeah,” he said, though it didn’t fully convince you. he wasn’t looking at you properly yet, still slightly out of it, like his thoughts were elsewhere.

you tilted your head a little. “you look like you ran here,” you added softly, a small smile forming at the corner of your lips. that earned you the faintest exhale from him, almost a laugh, but not quite. “…i might have,” he admitted, quieter now.

you were about to turn back to your notes when he spoke again. this time, faster. like he’d been holding it in and finally just let it slip out before he could overthink it. “do you want to go on a date?” you blinked, slowly turning back toward him. his eyes widened slightly the second the words left his mouth, like he realized how it sounded after saying it.

immediately- “not-” he started quickly, voice a little higher than usual. “not a date date. i mean—could be just like-out. a hangout. i just—” he stopped, ran a hand briefly through his hair, visibly frustrated with himself now. “…a hangout,” he repeated, quieter, like he was trying to fix the damage. you stared at him for a second, not knowing what to say, but then you giggled, which somehow made it worse for him, because now his ears were turning red. and he was looking anywhere except your face.

“that’s what’s been on your mind this whole time?” you asked lightly, teasing but not mean, your tone gentle as you leaned a little closer. he didn’t answer immediately, which was answer enough. “…yes,” he admitted finally, so quietly you almost missed it. that made your smile soften, because somehow, it was kind of sweet. the way he could handle stoichiometry like it was nothing, but asking you something as simple as this made him fall apart. you tilted your head slightly, watching him for a second longer before speaking again. “okay,” you said quietly.

he looked at you then, finally. and you added, almost like it was nothing-

“…even if it’s a date.”

the words hung there for half a second longer than they should’ve. and you saw it immediately; the way his breath caught, the way his fingers tightened slightly on his pen, the way he looked at you like he didn’t quite know what to do with that answer. “…okay,” he said, voice barely above a whisper. “yeah.” and for a second, neither of you moved back to your notes. just sat there, too aware of each other now in a way that made the rest of the lecture feel a lot further away than it actually was.

at first, neither of you said much. just small adjustments, the quiet rustle of notebooks opening, pens clicking, the occasional glance toward the board. but then, slowly, almost naturally, the silence between you started to fill in- not with pressure, but with ease.

“…this part doesn’t make sense,” sunghoon murmured at some point, leaning slightly closer to your notebook without fully looking at you yet. his voice was lower now, steadier than before, like being in the lecture had helped him reset just enough to function properly again. “the enzyme curve they’re showing, it’s not matching what we did last week.” you followed his gaze, brow furrowing slightly as you leaned in too, your shoulder brushing his for just a second before you both adjusted like it was nothing. “wait,” you whispered back, squinting at the diagram. “i thought we said it shifts left when it’s competitive inhibition?”

“it does,” he said immediately, nodding once. then, softer, like he was thinking it through as he spoke, “but here they’re keeping vmax constant, which only makes sense if they’re isolating km changes, so they’re simplifying it for the model.”

you blinked at him, then at the page. “…that’s what I meant,” you muttered, half-laughing under your breath. “you’re just saying it better than i am.”

that earned you the faintest curve of his lips- not quite a smile, but close enough that you noticed it anyway. he didn’t respond directly, just adjusted his pen between his fingers and scribbled something small in the margin of your notes, like it was instinctive to help without making a big deal out of it.

and at some point, the conversation shifted away from the material completely.

“…so, you actually ran here?” you asked quietly after a while, your tone lighter now, teasing in a way that didn’t feel sharp. he hesitated for half a second, then exhaled through his nose. “yes,” he admitted, not looking at you. “because someone decided to tell me ten minutes before class that attendance matters more than I thought.”

you blinked. “…jake?”

“…yes.” that made you laugh quietly, covering your mouth slightly so you didn’t get caught. sunghoon glanced at you immediately, like the sound itself distracted him more than it should’ve. “you’re unbelievable,” you whispered.

“whatever” he shot back just as quietly, though there was no real bite in it. that made you tilt your head slightly. “you’re kind of in a bad mood today, hoon.” he went still for a second, then blinked. “…am i?”

the way he said it made you laugh again, softer this time. “a little,” you confirmed. he looked away briefly, like he was thinking about it, then, almost quietly “…sorry.”

“oh no, no. don’t apologize,” you said immediately, voice gentle now, leaning a fraction closer again without thinking. “i don’t mind it.” that made him pause again. like he didn’t know what to do with that kind of answer. and then, instead of responding directly, he just nodded once and turned back to his notes, but his ears were slightly red again.

by the end of the lecture, your notebook was filled with both your handwriting and his small additions, your margins slightly crowded with explanations that somehow made everything feel clearer instead of messier.

you stretched slightly as people around you started packing up, the room slowly shifting back into noise and movement, but you didn’t rush, and neither did he.

sunghoon closed his notebook slowly, then glanced at you once. “…you understood most of it?” he asked. you smiled faintly. “yeah,” you said. “with your help.” he paused, just for a second. then nodded, looking away like it didn’t matter, but his expression softened anyway. “…good,” he said quietly. and as you both finally stood up to leave, it didn’t feel like class ending. it felt like something continuing.

your room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of your desk lamp, your notes spread out in front of you in a way that looked organized at first glance but felt overwhelming the longer you stared at it. you had been sitting there for a while now, pen in hand, trying to focus on something, anything, but your mind kept slipping, your thoughts not fully staying where they were supposed to.

you sighed quietly, leaning back in your chair for just a second, your eyes closing briefly. then, your phone buzzed. you didn’t even hesitate. you reached for it immediately. and there it was; his name. your lips curved slightly before you even opened the message.

sunghoon: hey sunghoon: you studying again?

you huffed out a quiet laugh, shaking your head slightly as you typed back.

you: wow… how did you know? you: stalker behavior hoon

the reply came faster than you expected.

sunghoon: just a guess sunghoon: you kind of seem predictable

you smiled at that, your fingers moving without much thought now.

you: oh? you: and what else do i “seem” like?

sunghoon: someone who overthinks enzyme kinetics

you let out a quiet laugh, your head tilting slightly as you leaned back again, your pen forgotten somewhere on your desk.

you: okay rude you: and accurate but still rude

another message came in almost immediately.

sunghoon: told you sunghoon: you just think too much

you rolled your eyes, though there was a softness in your expression that didn’t match the reaction.

you: and you think too little

sunghoon: that’s not true sunghoon: i think about important things

your brows lifted slightly.

you: like what?

this time, the pause was longer. you found yourself staring at the screen without meaning to, your thumb hovering slightly, your attention completely pulled in.

sunghoon: like friday

your breath caught just a little. you stared at the message for a second longer than necessary before replying.

you: oh yeah? you: you mean our “not a date” date?

sunghoon: i said it’s not a date sunghoon: it’s just… us going out

you: mmhmm you: sounds like a date to me

sunghoon: …you’re impossible

you let out a quiet laugh under your breath, resting your chin lightly in your hand as you typed.

you: and yet you asked me out

sunghoon: yeah

time passed without you noticing. minutes blending into each other, your notes completely abandoned at some point as your attention stayed locked onto your phone instead.

you shifted slightly in your chair, pulling your legs up as you leaned back more comfortably, your entire focus now on him.

sunghoon: so friday sunghoon: what time are you free?

you thought about it for a second.

you: afternoon? you: i have class in the morning

sunghoon: that works sunghoon: i’ll pick you up

your brows lifted slightly.

you: look at you

sunghoon: what does that mean

you smiled, biting lightly on your bottom lip without really thinking about it.

you: nothing you: just… gentleman behavior

there was a noticeable delay this time. and when he finally replied-

sunghoon: i try

your smile softened. you shifted slightly in your seat, your fingers tapping lightly against your phone before typing again.

you: so where are we going?

sunghoon: it’s a surprise

you blinked, then sat up a little straighter without realizing it.

you: a surprise??

sunghoon: yeah sunghoon: you’ll like it

something about that, the confidence, certainty; it made your chest tighten just slightly. in a way you weren’t expecting. you stared at the screen for a second, your lips pressing together faintly before you typed again.

you: you sound very sure of yourself

sunghoon: i am

you: okay… now I’m curious

sunghoon: good

you exhaled quietly, your gaze lingering on the screen for a moment longer than necessary, a faint warmth settling in your chest that you didn’t really try to push away. at some point, you leaned back fully in your chair, your notes completely forgotten, your room quiet around you as the conversation continued in soft, easy waves.

and without really realizing it- you were looking forward to friday, more than you probably should have.

friday came faster than you expected. it didn’t feel like a slow buildup, didn’t feel like something you had been waiting for all week- until suddenly it was here, and you were standing in the middle of your room with music playing softly in the background, your heart just a little too aware of itself.

your room looked different today, like it reflected the small reset you had forced yourself into earlier in the week. clothes neatly folded, desk organized, everything in place, except for you, standing in front of your mirror, turning slightly from side to side as you adjusted the way your outfit sat against your body.

a short skirt hugged your hips just right, soft fabric brushing against your thighs every time you shifted your weight, paired with a slightly oversized sweater that slipped off one shoulder without you even trying- like it belonged there, casual but intentional. it made you look softer somehow, effortless. your hair fell down your back in loose curls, each strand catching the light in a way that made it look almost too perfect, and tied delicately at the back with a ribbon, simple, pretty, the kind of detail that didn’t scream for attention but made everything come together. you weren’t overdoing it, not really. but you cared, more than you were willing to admit out loud.

you leaned in just slightly, smoothing your hair down, fingers running through the soft brown strands before letting them fall naturally again. your lips pressed together faintly as you reached for your gloss, applying it slowly, carefully, like the extra second mattered more than it actually did. you picked up your perfume without thinking twice, spraying it lightly against your neck, your wrists. the familiar vanilla scent settled around you almost instantly; soft, warm, just sweet enough without being too much. It clung to your skin in a way that felt comforting, grounding.

you paused for a second after, breathing it in faintly, your shoulders relaxing just a little. and that’s when your phone buzzed. you turned your head immediately, reaching for it almost without thinking, your heart doing something small and noticeable as you saw his name light up your screen.

sunghoon: im here

your lips curved before you could stop them. you stared at the message for a second longer than necessary, like letting it sink in made it more real somehow. you exhaled quietly through your nose, locking your phone and grabbing your purse and keys in one smooth motion, your movements just a little quicker now, a little more purposeful.

before leaving, you caught your reflection one more time, paused, then leaned in just slightly, running the gloss over your lips one last time. a small habit. you turned, heading for the door, your heartbeat just a little louder than before as you stepped out, locking it behind you without thinking twice. down the hallway, down the stairs. each step making it feel a little more real. a little closer. and for the first time since this whole thing started, you weren’t overthinking it.

the air outside felt different the moment you stepped out; cooler, quieter- like the world had softened just a little compared to the warmth and noise of your dorm. 

the door clicked shut behind you, the sound echoing faintly in the stillness, and for a second, you didn’t move. your fingers tightened just slightly around the strap of your purse, your heart suddenly very aware of itself, beating a little faster than usual, a little heavier with something you didn’t want to name yet. and then, you saw him. sunghoon stood just a few steps away, leaning against the car in a way that looked like he had tried to seem relaxed, but didn’t quite pull it off. one shoulder rested lightly against the side, his posture just a little too stiff, like he wasn’t fully settled in his own body yet. his gaze had been somewhere else at first- down, maybe, or lost in his own thoughts, but the second he noticed you stepping out- everything about him changed.

his eyes found you instantly, and it was like something inside him shifted all at once. they lit up, actually lit up, in a way you hadn’t seen before, like all the nervous energy he’d been holding onto suddenly turned into something warmer, something softer, something that belonged entirely to you being there. the color rose to his face almost immediately, brushing pink across his cheeks and creeping up to the tips of his ears, so obvious it made your chest tighten just slightly.

and then you noticed it, the bouquet in his hand. your steps slowed just a fraction as your eyes dropped to it, taking in the familiar colors, the way the flowers were wrapped carefully, like he had put actual thought into it- not something random, not something last-minute. your favorite flowers. your breath caught, you hadn’t told him that. not directly, not clearly enough for him to just… know. and yet there they were, wrapped neatly in his hand like it was the most natural thing in the world.

how did he..?

your thoughts didn’t even get to finish, because he looked up, and the second his eyes found you, he didn’t say anything. just stood there watching you; like he had forgotten how to speak, like he needed a second to process the fact that you were actually in front of him, not just a message on his phone, not just someone sitting next to him in class, but here, dressed up, standing in front of him like this.

you felt it- the way his attention stayed on you. it made your steps feel slower, softer, your expression shifting without you realizing it- your usual confidence melting into something quieter, something more careful as you walked toward him.

when you finally stopped in front of him, the distance between you felt smaller than it should have. your gaze dropped briefly to the flowers again, your lips curving into a soft smile that you didn’t try to hide this time, your fingers brushing lightly against the edge of the bouquet as he held it out to you. “not a date, huh?” you murmured, your voice gentle, laced with a teasing softness that didn’t quite hide how sweet you thought it was. the reaction you got was immediate.

a quiet, almost breathless exhale left him as his free hand lifted to the back of his neck, fingers scratching lightly at it in that familiar, nervous habit you had already come to recognize. his gaze dropped for a second, then flickered back up, then away again, like he couldn’t quite decide where to look. “…i-uh.” he started, the words catching in his throat before he even finished the sentence. he swallowed, tried again. but then- he looked at you, really looked this time.

his eyes moved; quickly, but not unnoticeably, taking in the way your sweater slipped off your shoulder, the soft fall of your curled hair, the ribbon tied neatly at the back, the way everything about you came together in a way that made it hard to focus on anything else. and whatever he had been about to say changed. “…you look pretty.” it came out quieter than he probably meant it to. not practiced. and that- that was what got you, the way there was no teasing in it. no hesitation once the words were out, just something honest, something simple that didn’t try to be anything more than what it was.

you felt it immediately, the warmth rising to your cheeks before you could stop it, your fingers tightening just slightly around the bouquet as you looked back at him, your smile faltering just a little- not disappearing, just… softening, because the way he said it, it wasn’t just a compliment, it felt like something he meant. for a second, you just stood there, holding the bouquet in your hands, your fingers lightly brushing over the petals like you were making sure they were real, like this moment was real. the way he was looking at you, the way he had said it.

your eyes dropped briefly, a small, almost shy smile forming on your lips as you tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, the motion slower than usual, more careful, like you suddenly didn’t trust your hands to act normal. “thank you, hoon,” you murmured quietly, your voice softer than it had been before, gentler in a way that matched the way your chest felt. his name left your lips so naturally now, and somehow, that made him freeze for just a second. not completely, not in an obvious way, but enough that you caught it. the slight pause, the way his shoulders stiffened before relaxing again, the way his gaze flickered back to you like he was trying to process something small but important. “…yeah,” he said after a moment, clearing his throat lightly, his voice a little quieter than usual. “of course.”

he moved then, almost like he needed something to do, stepping around the car quickly, his movements just slightly rushed, just slightly more deliberate than necessary as he reached for the passenger side. you watched him without saying anything, the corners of your lips still curved faintly as he opened the door for you, holding it open with a quiet kind of attentiveness that didn’t feel forced. “please,” he said softly, stepping back just enough to give you space.

there was something about the way he did it- simple, polite, careful, that made your chest tighten again, just a little. you stepped closer, brushing past him as you got in, the faint scent of his cologne mixing with the vanilla still lingering on your skin for just a second. you settled into the seat, smoothing your skirt slightly as you adjusted, placing the bouquet carefully on your lap like it was something fragile. the door closed gently behind you. and for a moment, you just sat there, your fingers tracing lightly over the flowers again, your thoughts quieter now, softer.

a second later, the driver’s side door opened. sunghoon slid in, movements controlled but just slightly tense, like he was still aware of everything all at once, where to put his hands, how to sit, how to act like this wasn’t affecting him as much as it clearly was. he shut the door, the sound a little louder in the small space of the car, and for a brief second, neither of you spoke, just the quiet hum of the outside world.

he reached forward, starting the engine, the soft vibration filling the space as the car came to life. his hands rested on the steering wheel for a moment longer than necessary. he glanced at you, just for a second, before looking back ahead again. for a moment, the quiet in the car lingered- soft, almost fragile, like neither of you wanted to break it too quickly. the low hum of the engine filled the space, steady and grounding, but everything else felt… a little too aware.

sunghoon adjusted his grip on the steering wheel, then seemed to hesitate, like he was thinking about something. his fingers tapped lightly once, twice- before he reached for his phone, unlocking it quickly, almost instinctively, like he needed something to ease the tension settling in his chest. he glanced at you, and this time, when he did- he smiled. not the small, hesitant one from earlier, but something a little more relaxed. a little more him. “be the dj tonight?” he said, holding his phone out toward you, his voice soft but steadier now, like he was easing into this- into you.

you couldn’t help the small giggle that slipped out, your fingers brushing against his as you took the phone from his hand, the contact brief but enough to make his breath catch just slightly before he looked away again, pretending to focus on pulling out of the parking spot.

“careful,” you teased lightly, already unlocking it further and opening spotify. “you might regret giving me this much power.”

“…i doubt it,” he muttered, though there was a hint of amusement in his voice now. you smiled to yourself, scrolling through his playlists, your head tilting slightly as you skimmed over the names- some organized, some a little too specific, some that made you raise your eyebrows just a little.

the opening of pyramids by Frank Ocean filled the car, smooth and slow, the sound settling into the space like it belonged there. you leaned back slightly in your seat, satisfied, still scrolling absentmindedly through his playlists while the music played, your fingers moving lazily over the screen.

and then, you paused. a soft giggle slipped out before you could stop it. sunghoon glanced at you immediately, brows pulling together just slightly in confusion. “…what?” he asked. you turned your head toward him, a small smile playing on your lips, your tone light, teasing, but gentle.

“didn’t take you as a dean listener.”  his hands tightened on the steering wheel, his ears tinting pink again almost immediately, his gaze flickering between the road and you like he wasn’t sure whether to defend himself or pretend he didn’t hear you. “…it’s not- ” he started, then stopped, clearly reconsidering his words. a quiet exhale left him. “…it’s just a few songs,” he muttered, his voice a little lower now, like he was suddenly aware of himself again. you smiled a little wider, leaning your head slightly against the seat as you watched him for just a second longer than necessary. “mmhmm,” you hummed softly.

you rested your elbow lightly against the door, turning slightly toward him, the bouquet still settled carefully on your lap, your fingers absentmindedly tracing the edges of the wrapping as you spoke. “so,” you started, your voice light, almost curious, “do you actually like biochem, or are you just… freakishly good at it for no reason?” sunghoon let out a quiet breath through his nose, something between a laugh and a sigh, his grip on the steering wheel loosening just slightly as he glanced at you for a second before looking back at the road.

“i like it,” he said, simply at first, then added after a moment, “it just… makes sense to me, i guess. like, there’s always a reason something happens. even if it looks complicated, it’s still predictable once you understand it.” you watched him as he spoke, the way his tone shifted without him realizing it- more confident, more grounded, like this was the one place where he didn’t second guess himself. “that’s so unfair,” you muttered softly, a small smile tugging at your lips. “i feel like i’m constantly trying to catch up.”

“you’re not,” he said immediately, almost too quickly, like the thought of that bothered him more than it should’ve. his brows pulled together slightly, his voice softer now. “you just… need it explained differently sometimes.” you blinked at him. then smiled. “…that’s a very nice way of saying i struggle.” he shook his head lightly, a faint hint of a smile appearing again. “it’s a correct way of saying it.”

you huffed out a quiet laugh, leaning back slightly in your seat, your shoulder relaxing as the conversation shifted naturally “okay, genius,” you teased, your tone softer now, “what about outside of school? or do you just sit in your room solving enzyme equations for fun?”

that made him actually laugh, the sound catching you a little off guard in the best way. “…not always,” he said, glancing at you again, this time holding it for just a second longer. “i mean, sometimes i just stay in. watch something, ice skate, listen to music.” “dean,” you added under your breath.

he rolled his eyes faintly, though the pink at the tips of his ears gave him away immediately. “…sometimes,” he admitted. you smiled, and it felt easy, talking about small things. “so you’ve known jake for a while?” you asked, your tone thoughtful as you looked ahead for a moment, remembering “yeah,” he nodded. “we’re tight, well, he initiated it, he just… started talking to me and never stopped.” you laughed softly. “yeah, i can imagine,”  “and heeseung’s been my roommate since second year,” he added. “he’s the only reason i leave the dorm sometimes.”

“so you can be dragged out,” you teased lightly. “…rarely,” he muttered. you smiled to yourself, your fingers still idly playing with the edge of the bouquet, the soft petals brushing against your skin as the conversation slowly, almost without either of you noticing, started to shift. you turned your head slightly, watching him more carefully now, your voice quieter when you spoke again. “…thank you,” you said softly. he blinked. “for what?” “for the tutoring,” you replied, your fingers stilling slightly in your lap. “you didn’t have to do that. or come all the way to my dorm the other day.”

his expression shifted- subtly, but you caught it. the way his shoulders relaxed just a little, the way his grip on the steering wheel loosened again. “…i wanted to,” he said simply. “i’m not always… like that, you know.” you tilted your head slightly. “like what?”

he exhaled softly, his gaze fixed on the road ahead, though you could tell he was thinking more than he was speaking. “…this,” he said after a moment. “talking this much. or… i don’t know, being around people like that.” you didn’t interrupt, just listened “i was always kind of quiet,” he continued, his voice steady but softer now, more honest than before. “don’t really like parties, don’t drink. just… never saw the point, i guess.”

and then it clicked; the memory from the party. you blinked once. and suddenly, you started laughing. it slipped out of you all at once, your shoulders shaking slightly as you leaned back, barely able to catch your breath.

sunghoon immediately glanced at you, startled, his brows pulling together in confusion before he let out a small, confused laugh of his own. “…what?” he asked, glancing between you and the road. you shook your head, still laughing, your hand coming up slightly like you were trying to calm yourself down but failing completely. “i’m sorry” you managed between breaths, your voice soft but broken with laughter. “i just-”

you looked at him, and that might’ve made it even worse. “you were just standing there,” you continued, laughing again, “holding that water bottle like your life depended on it-” he froze, for a second. then groaned quietly, his head dropping just slightly as he shook it. “…please don’t,” he muttered, though there was a faint smile pulling at his lips despite himself.

“i’m serious,” you went on, your voice softer now but still laced with amusement, your eyes bright as you looked at him. “everyone else had drinks and you were just-standing there like, hydration is important.” he let out a quiet laugh, this time more genuine, his shoulders relaxing as he glanced at you again. “i didn’t know what else to say,” he admitted, a little embarrassed now, the pink returning to his cheeks.

“you were so shy,” you added, smiling. “i was shy,” he corrected softly, then paused. “…i still am.” you watched him carefully at that, the way he said it, not defensive, just… honest. “but,” he added after a moment, his voice quieter now, something softer slipping into it, “i don’t feel like that with you., well, not anymore” that made your breath catch, enough that you noticed. you didn’t speak right away. you just… looked at him, and slowly- you moved your hand, resting it gently over his on the center console, your fingers warm against his skin, the contact soft but intentional.

“i’m glad, hoon,” you whispered, your thumb brushing lightly against his hand without even thinking about it. “thank you for trusting me.” “i feel the same.” for a moment, everything stayed exactly as it was. your hand resting over his, warm and soft, your fingers lightly curved like they had found their place there without needing permission. the music played quietly in the background, something slow and smooth weaving through the silence, but it didn’t feel like empty space- it felt like something holding the moment together, like neither of you needed to rush it or fill it with words.

sunghoon didn’t move at first. didn’t pull away, didn’t interrupt it. instead, his fingers shifted slightly beneath yours, subtle enough that you might’ve missed it if you weren’t already so aware of him, like he was grounding himself in the feeling, like he was letting it happen instead of overthinking it for once. and then, he softly squeezed your hand. it wasn’t anything big, not something anyone else would’ve thought twice about, but to you it felt… steady, reassuring, like something quiet being said without words.

your breath caught just a little, your fingers instinctively curling against his before he slowly let go, his hand returning to the wheel, posture straightening just slightly like he was trying to regain control over himself. neither of you said anything, but the warmth lingered. the drive shifted after that. you didn’t notice it immediately, too caught up in the feeling still sitting in your chest, but slowly, the world outside began to change. the streets grew brighter, more alive, colors flickering faintly against the window beside you before growing stronger, more vivid, more impossible to ignore.

you turned your head, brows knitting slightly as you leaned just a little closer to the window, your voice quieter now, threaded with curiosity. “…where are we going?” sunghoon didn’t answer right away. you caught the way his lips pressed together faintly, the way he glanced at you for just a second before looking back at the road, something almost shy in the way he held onto whatever he had planned. “…you’ll see,” he said softly. the car slowed, turned. and then, it came into view.

an entire stretch of light and motion unfolding in front of you, bright colors cutting through the dark sky, rides towering above everything else; roller coasters twisting and looping, their tracks catching the light as they moved, the distant sound of laughter and music carrying through the air like something alive.

your breath caught instantly. “…wait-” you leaned forward slightly, eyes widening as everything came into focus, your voice soft with disbelief. “no way.”

sunghoon parked the car, the engine going quiet, but you barely registered it, because you were still looking, still taking it in, still smiling in that way that wasn’t careful or controlled, but completely real.

“…i haven’t been somewhere like this since i was really little,” you said softly, your voice carrying something almost nostalgic now, like the memory had been sitting somewhere in the back of your mind waiting to be pulled forward. “like-actually little. I forgot what it felt like.”

you turned to him then, your eyes still bright, something lighter in your expression now. “this is so nice, hoon,” you added, your voice warm, genuine.

a small grin tugged at your lips. “but also,” you continued, your tone shifting just slightly, something playful slipping in, “we’re going on everything.”

“…everything?” he repeated, his voice a little more cautious now. you nodded immediately, already turning back toward the window like you were mentally planning it out, excitement building in the way you spoke. “every ride,” you confirmed. “i don’t care how scary it looks.”

there was a pause, a very brief one. sunghoon glanced at the towering roller coaster in the distance, then back at you. “…yeah,” he said, nodding once, like he had already decided he wasn’t backing out of this. “of course.” but the way his grip tightened just slightly on the steering wheel, the faint hesitation in his voice, gave him away completely.

the moment you both stepped out of the car, the atmosphere hit you all at once. it was louder here; brighter, warmer, alive in a way that wrapped around you instantly. the air carried a mix of things; sweet, sugary scents from nearby stands, the distant echo of laughter, the sharp metallic rush of rides cutting through the night. lights flickered everywhere, casting soft colors across your face as you walked side by side toward the entrance.

and without even realizing it, you were smiling, aunghoon noticed immediately. he stayed just half a step behind you for a moment as you both walked in, his gaze drifting toward you more often than anything else around him. the way you looked around, taking everything in like it actually meant something to you, like this wasn’t just another place, but something you were genuinely excited about.

and it did something to him, quietly. he smiled too. the moment you passed through the entrance, it felt like stepping into something completely different. everything was louder now, closer, more vivid- the music, the chatter, the movement of people passing by, the glowing lights stretching overhead like something out of a dream. rides towered around you, some spinning, some dropping, some twisting through the air, each one more tempting than the last. you barely had time to take a full breath before your eyes caught onto the first one. it wasn’t the biggest ride there. not the tallest, not the most terrifying, but it moved fast enough, dipping and turning just enough to make your excitement spike instantly.

“oh-” you breathed out, your whole body shifting slightly as you turned toward it, your eyes lighting up. and without thinking, you reached for him. your hand slipped into his, fingers intertwining so naturally, so easily, like it had already happened a hundred times before. sunghoon froze, just for a second. his breath catching slightly as his fingers instinctively tightened around yours, like his body reacted before his mind could even process what was happening. you didn’t seem to notice, or maybe you did and didn’t care. because you were already looking up at him, your smile wide, bright, your eyes practically glowing under the lights as you leaned just a little closer. “can we go on that one?” you asked, your voice full of excitement, almost hopeful in the way it lifted at the end.

he looked down at you, then at your hand in his, then back at your face. and whatever hesitation he might’ve had- whatever nerves, whatever thoughts, they didn’t stand a chance. “…yeah,” he said, his voice softer now, but steady, a small smile forming as his fingers curled more securely around yours. “of course we can.”

the ride slowed gradually, the sharp rush of wind fading into something softer as the cart pulled back into place, the metal creaking lightly as everything came to a stop. your heart was still beating a little faster than usual, adrenaline lingering in your chest as you let out a breath you didn’t even realize you’d been holding. “…that was so fun,” you laughed, your voice still slightly breathless as the safety bar lifted. you stepped out first, your movements a little lighter, a little more unsteady from the rush, your hair completely messed up from the wind; strands falling out of place, framing your face in a way that was anything but put together.

sunghoon stepped off right after you, steady but quieter, his gaze immediately finding you again like it had been doing the entire night. he watched you for a second, taking in the way you looked right now; hair slightly wild, cheeks flushed, eyes still lit up from the ride. and before he could overthink it, he stepped a little closer. leaning down just slightly, his hand lifting without hesitation this time, his fingers gently brushing against your cheek as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. the touch was soft, careful, but it lingered just a second longer than necessary.

“…you’re a mess,” he murmured quietly, a small smile pulling at his lips, there was no teasing in it, just something warm. and then, like he suddenly realized what he’d done, his hand dropped back to his side, his expression shifting just slightly as he cleared his throat under his breath. “…you thirsty?” he added, a little more casually now, though his voice was still softer than before. “we can get something to drink.” you blinked at him once, still caught off guard by the way he had just touched you, but then smiled again, nodding easily. “yeah,” you said. “that sounds good.”

the park felt even more alive now as you moved through it again, the noise wrapping around you, people passing by in every direction, laughter and music blending into something constant. you started walking first, weaving your way through the crowd with small, careful steps, glancing back occasionally just to make sure he was still close, and he was, right behind you. and somewhere in the middle of it, without a word, your hands found each other again. this time a little more naturally, less hesitant.

your fingers slipping into his like it made sense, like it was expected now. sunghoon didn’t react as strongly this time, but the warmth still spread through him immediately, his grip tightening just slightly as he followed your lead through the crowd, letting you guide him without question. when you finally reached one of the drink stands, the line was longer than you expected, people gathered around, voices overlapping, the bright menu glowing above.

you turned toward him, still holding his hand, your expression thoughtful for a second before lighting up again. “can we get slushies?” you asked, your tone hopeful, almost playful as you tilted your head slightly. “…yeah,” he said, a small smile forming again. “of course.” you stepped forward slightly, looking up at the options before pointing without hesitation. “strawberry,” you said. “that one’s my favorite.”

he let out a quiet breath through his nose, shaking his head just slightly, a soft, amused expression settling on his face. “…of course you’re choosing that one,” he muttered under his breath. you gasped lightly, immediately pushing his shoulder in mock offense, your laugh slipping out right after. “what’s that supposed to mean?” you shot back, smiling.

“nothing,” he said quickly, though he was already smiling too now, his eyes softening as he looked at you. “mhm,” you hummed, unconvinced, but still laughing. “and you?” you added, glancing at him. he looked back at the menu briefly. “…blue raspberry,” he said. you smiled. “that checks out.” he let out a quiet laugh, shaking his head again just as the line moved forward, both of you stepping up together. when it was finally your turn, you stepped up to the counter together, the bright lights of the stand reflecting off the plastic cups stacked behind the vendor, the hum of machines blending into the background noise of the park.

“i’ve got this one,” you said quickly, already reaching for your bag, your tone firm but light, like you had decided it before he could even argue. sunghoon didn’t even hesitate. “…no,” he said just as simply, already pulling out his wallet. you turned to him immediately, narrowing your eyes just slightly. “hoon.” he glanced at you, completely unfazed this time, a small, almost amused smile tugging at his lips like he already knew how this was going to go. “you can get the next one,” he said, calm, steady. “you said that last time.”

“and i meant it,” he replied, handing the money over before you could stop him. you let out a small huff, shaking your head as you crossed your arms lightly, though there was still a smile lingering on your face. “…you’re impossible.”

“mm,” he hummed softly. “I’ve been told.” but there was something different about him now, less hesitant, less unsure. still gentle, but more comfortable, like he wasn’t second-guessing every little thing anymore. when your drinks were handed to you, the cold plastic pressed against your fingers immediately, condensation already forming along the sides. you took a quick sip of your strawberry slushie, the sweetness hitting instantly, refreshing after the warmth of the night.

“okay, this is actually really good,” you said, glancing at him. sunghoon took a sip of his own, nodding slightly. “yeah, it’s-” you didn’t wait. “lemme try,” you said, already reaching for his cup. you took a sip, tilting your head slightly as you considered it. “oh wait,” you said, eyebrows lifting. “this one’s good too.” “…you just wanted mine,” he said flatly, though there was a faint smile hiding in his tone.

“obviously,” you replied, handing it back before holding yours out toward him. “try mine.” he looked at you for a second. then leaned in slightly, taking a sip from your cup, his hand brushing yours briefly as he steadied it. “…yeah,” he said after a moment. “yours is better.” you grinned.

“i know.” both of you laughed softly after that, the sound blending into the noise around you as you started walking again, shoulders occasionally brushing, your hands finding each other again without needing to think about it.

you wandered from place to place, sometimes stopping at small games, sometimes just walking and talking, the conversation shifting naturally between random things-comments about the rides, teasing each other, small jokes that didn’t really matter but still made both of you laugh. at one point, you stopped in front of a claw machine, the soft glow of it catching your attention immediately.

“wait,” you said, tugging his hand slightly. “that’s cute.” inside was a pile of plushies, pastel-colored, slightly unevenly stacked, one of them, a small teddy bear, tilted just enough to be tempting. sunghoon glanced at it, then at you. “…you want one?” he asked. you shrugged, smiling lightly. “i mean… if you can get it.”

he stepped forward, letting go of your hand as he pulled out a coin, his focus shifting instantly. his posture straightened just slightly, his eyes narrowing in concentration as he gripped the controls. he adjusted the claw carefully, moving it inch by inch, calculating the angle like it was something he could solve rather than chance. “…you’re taking this really seriously,” you said, laughing softly.

“i am,” he replied without looking at you. the claw dropped. with the teddy bear caught securely, your eyes widened. “no way-” a second later, it dropped into the slot with a soft thud. you turned to him immediately, a surprised laugh slipping out as he reached down and picked it up, handing it to you like it was nothing. “…here.” you stared at it for a second before looking back at him.

“hoon-” he shrugged slightly, a small smile on his face. “it wasn’t that hard.” you laughed, holding the teddy closer to you, something warm settling in your chest again. “thank you,” you said, softer this time.

by the time you suggested the last ride, the night had already settled into something softer.

the lights felt warmer now, the crowds slightly thinner, the air cooler against your skin as you walked side by side, your fingers brushing occasionally like neither of you were even thinking about it anymore. the energy from earlier hadn’t disappeared, it had just… shifted, slowed down, deepened into something quieter, more intentional. and then you saw it, the biggest ride in the park. the tracks twisting high into the sky, the drop steep enough to make your stomach flip just from looking at it, the sound of it rushing down echoed faintly through the air, metal against metal, sharp and fast. your eyes lit up instantly. “that one,” you said, almost immediately, pointing toward it without hesitation, your voice filled with excitement again. “we have to go on that one.”

sunghoon followed your gaze. snd for a second, he didn’t say anything. his eyes traced the height of it, the way it climbed impossibly high before dropping, the speed, the turns, everything about it loud and intense in a way that was very much not him. you looked back at him expectantly, he pressed his lips together. a small, almost imperceptible inhale.

“…yeah,” he said finally, nodding once, like he had already decided there was no way he was backing out now. “okay.”

gosh, the line was long. long enough that the excitement settled into something slower again, the noise of the ride looping overhead every few minutes, the distant screams of people dropping echoing down as a reminder of what was coming. but you didn’t seem to mind, you were talking; about random things again, small stories, little observations, things that didn’t really matter but felt important in the moment. your voice carried easily, light and warm, occasionally laughing at your own words, occasionally nudging him lightly with your shoulder.

sunghoon listened, really listened. he nodded when it made sense, hummed quietly in response, added small comments here and there, but for the most part, he was quieter again. his eyes kept drifting back to the ride. his grip on your hand tightening just slightly every time it rushed down, you noticed. of course you did, but you didn’t call it out. instead, you leaned just a little closer to him as you talked, your voice softening slightly, your thumb brushing lightly against his hand like a quiet reassurance.

“…and then she really said that,” you finished one of your stories, laughing softly as you looked up at him, your eyes catching his again. he blinked, like he had been pulled out of his thoughts. “…that’s insane,” he said, a faint smile forming despite everything. you smiled back, and for a moment, he forgot to look at the ride, because you were right there; talking to him like this, smiling like that, and somehow- that was louder than everything else around him. and each time, his lips pressed into that same thin line again, his shoulders stiffening just slightly before relaxing when you spoke again, pulling him back down, grounding him, keeping him there, with you.

by the time the restraint locked into place, the world around you felt like it had narrowed into something smaller, tighter- like everything outside of this moment had faded just enough to make every little detail sharper. the metal bar pressed firmly across your lap, the seatbelt snug against you, the faint hum of the ride vibrating through the structure beneath your feet. you could hear people talking around you, laughter, nervous chatter, but it all felt distant, like background noise you couldn’t quite focus on anymore.

because next to you, sunghoon’s hand had already found yours. not gently, but instinctively. his fingers wrapped around yours with a kind of urgency that made your breath catch slightly, his grip tighter than it had ever been before, almost like he needed to be sure you were actually there. his palm was warm, but there was tension in it, subtle, but unmistakable. you turned your head toward him, your brows knitting together immediately as you took in the way he looked, his posture was rigid, shoulders slightly raised, jaw tight. and when he glanced at you- that small smile he tried to give you didn’t quite land.

“hoon?” you asked softly, your voice cutting through the noise around you, quieter, more focused. “you okay?” for a second, he didn’t answer, like he was deciding whether to say it or not, then he leaned just slightly closer, his voice dropping low enough that it felt like it existed only between the two of you.

“…yeah,” he said, but it came out too controlled, too measured. and then- after the smallest pause- “…i might’ve forgotten to mention that i’m scared of heights.” your eyes widened instantly. “…you’re joking.” but he didn’t respond, didn’t laugh, didn’t even try to play it off. and that’s when it hit you. 

“oh my god,” you breathed, your grip on his hand tightening without thinking, your body already shifting as you glanced toward the operator. “no-okay, we can get off-”

but the moment had already passed. the cart jerked slightly beneath you, then started moving. the mechanical clicking began almost immediately as you were pulled upward, the track guiding you higher inch by inch, each sound sharp and deliberate.

too late.

you turned back to him quickly, your voice softer now, but steady, grounding. “it’s okay,” you said, your thumb brushing lightly over his hand, trying to ease some of that tension you could feel in his grip. “just hold my hand.”

sunghoon let out a breath- tight, uneven, his head tilting forward slightly as his eyes shut without hesitation, like that was the only way he could handle it. “…fucking shit,” he muttered under his breath, barely audible, more to himself than anything else.

the cart kept climbing, higher, and higher. the sounds below you started to fade, replaced by the wind brushing faintly against your skin, the open space becoming more noticeable with every second. the park stretched out beneath you now, lights blending into colors, people turning into movement rather than individuals.

click. click. click.

sunghoon’s hand tightened again, like he was anchoring himself to you, his thumb pressed slightly against your knuckles, his fingers curling tighter as if letting go wasn’t even an option his body would consider right now. his breathing was shallow, controlled in the way someone tries to stay calm when they’re very much not.

you shifted just slightly in your seat, turning your hand in his so your fingers laced more comfortably with his, your grip steady, intentional. “i’m right here,” you murmured softly, your voice calmer now, more certain.

he didn’t respond with words, but his grip changed. the climb continued, slower now, like it was stretching the moment on purpose, dragging out the anticipation until it settled deep into your chest. at one point, the cart gave a small jolt. sunghoon’s grip reacted instantly; tightening sharply. his shoulders tensing again, a quiet breath catching in his throat as he instinctively leaned just a fraction closer toward you without even realizing it. his eyes stayed shut, but his head turned slightly in your direction.

as everything else kept pulling him higher and higher into the air. the ride slowed down with a long, dragging screech of metal, the cart finally easing back into place after what felt like a blur of adrenaline and wind and noise. your heart was still racing, your breath uneven from laughing and screaming, your hands still gripping the bar for a second longer before you let go.

“…oh my god,” you breathed out, a wide smile still on your face as you turned toward him, energy still buzzing through you. “that was insane-”

but then you saw him, sunghoon was… quieter, not in a bad way, just… recovering.his hand was still loosely wrapped around yours, though his grip had finally relaxed, his shoulders dropping slightly now that everything had stopped moving. his eyes were open again, but there was still a faint tension lingering in them, like his body hadn’t fully caught up to the fact that it was over. and yet, he was smiling, because when he looked at you, all he saw was how happy you were.

“…yeah,” he said quietly, exhaling through his nose, almost like he was letting go of everything he had been holding in during the ride. “you liked it.”

you nodded immediately, still smiling, but then your expression shifted slightly as your excitement settled just enough for something else to take its place.

“…wait,” you said, your brows knitting together as you turned your body more toward him. “hoon-” your hand squeezed his gently now, your voice softer.

“i’m sorry,” you added, more sincerely this time. “i didn’t know you were actually scared of heights. i wouldn’t have made you go if I knew.”

for a second, he just looked at you. then he let out a quiet breath and laughed.

“it’s fine,” he said, shaking his head slightly as he ran a hand through his hair, pushing it back messily. “really. you don’t have to worry about it.”

but then he paused. his eyes flickering back to you, something shifting slightly in his expression. a hint of something playful.

“…actually,” he added, his tone changing just a little, lighter now, a small smile pulling at the corner of his lips.

you blinked. “hm?”

he tilted his head slightly, pretending to think about it for a second, like he was seriously considering his options. “…you should probably make it up to me somehow,” he said. there was a beat of silence. then he laughed softly, almost like he didn’t expect you to take it seriously, but there was still something teasing in it now. you narrowed your eyes slightly, a smile forming again despite yourself. “oh really?”

“yeah,” he nodded, more confidently this time, his shoulders finally relaxing as he stepped off the ride with you, his hand brushing yours again as you both moved aside.

you crossed your arms lightly, tilting your head at him. “okay then,” you said. “what do you want?” sunghoon went quiet for a second, actually thinking. his gaze drifting around the park, scanning the lights, the small attractions, the games, the scattered little booths lined up nearby. and then, his eyes landed on something. he smiled, subtle, but sure. “…there,” he said, nodding toward a small photo booth tucked between two brightly lit stands, the curtain slightly swaying as people stepped in and out.

“a photo booth?” you repeated. he shrugged lightly, but there was something almost shy behind it- like this idea meant more than he was letting on. “yeah,” he said. “i think that’s fair.”

your smile softened instantly. “okay,” you said, stepping a little closer to him again. “let’s do it.” and as you both started walking toward it, it didn’t feel like making up for anything. it just felt like something you both wanted.

the walk to the photo booth felt quieter than everything before it. not silent, but softer. like the noise of the park dimmed just a little around you, like something about the moment had shifted without either of you needing to say it out loud. the lights still glowed around you, people still passed by, laughter still echoed somewhere in the distance, but your attention stayed on him. and his, somehow, stayed on you. when you reached it, the little booth looked almost out of place compared to everything else, tucked between two bright stands, the curtain slightly swaying as someone stepped out, a strip of photos still fresh in their hands. sunghoon pulled the curtain aside for you without thinking. you stepped in first, he followed right after. ynd suddenly, it was just the two of you.

the space inside was small, smaller than you expected. your shoulders almost brushed immediately, your knees nearly touching as you sat down side by side on the narrow bench. the glow of the screen in front of you lit up your faces softly, casting a gentle light that made everything feel just a little more intimate.

“…you pick,” he said quietly, glancing at you. you leaned forward slightly, scrolling through the filters, your shoulder brushing his again, your arm lightly pressing against his as you hovered over the options. “there’s so many,” you murmured, half to yourself, half to him. he watched you for a second. then shook his head faintly. “…plain one’s fine,” he said. you paused, then smiled. “yeah,” you agreed softly. “plain is better.”

the countdown started.

3… 2… 1…

the first picture snapped. neither of you had really reacted in time. it caught you both mid-movement, slightly turned toward each other, your expressions not fully set, like you hadn’t quite realized the camera had gone off yet. it wasn’t posed, it wasn’t planned. it just… was.

you both let out a small laugh right after, the sound soft and a little surprised, your shoulders brushing more fully now as you adjusted in your seat. “okay, wait,” you said, smiling as you leaned back slightly. “this one we actually try.” sunghoon nodded, a faint smile on his lips now, more relaxed than before. the second countdown started. this time, you were ready.

you turned slightly toward the camera, your shoulder pressed lightly against his, your smile wide, genuine, your eyes bright under the soft glow. he did the same. and when it snapped, it captured both of you like that.

the third countdown started. you turned toward him instinctively, your smile still lingering as you leaned just a little closer, your voice soft, playful. “wait—what should we do for this one?” you asked, your head tilting slightly as you looked up at him, but he didn’t answer, because he wasn’t looking at the screen anymore. he was looking at you; at your eyes, then your lips. and something about the way you were sitting- close, warm, your voice soft, your expression open, it made everything else fade. the countdown kept going.

3…

2…

you were still talking. “…we could-”, but he didn’t hear the rest, not really. because before he could think, before he could stop himself, he leaned in. slow at first, like he wasn’t fully sure, like he was giving himself time to pull back if he needed to, but he didn’t. and neither did you. your breath caught for just a second, your words falling away mid-sentence as your eyes flickered to his lips, then back to his eyes- and then you leaned in too. your lips met softly at first, careful; like both of you were testing something fragile. but the moment it happened- something shifted.

your hand moved instinctively, fingers curling slightly into his sleeve as you leaned in just a little more, your lips pressing more firmly against his, your body angling closer without hesitation. sunghoon responded immediately. his hand moved to your side, steadying you, pulling you just a fraction closer as the kiss deepened- not rushed, not overwhelming, but real. the camera flashed, capturing it. but neither of you noticed, not right away. because for a second, it was just that; the feeling of it, the warmth, the way everything else disappeared. your lips brushing once more before separating, your breath still close to his, your foreheads resting gently against each other without either of you thinking about it.

your eyes met, and for a moment, neither of you said anything. you just smiled- soft, a little breathless, a little surprised, but real. the final picture snapped, capturing that moment; your foreheads gently touching, your eyes soft, your smiles small but full.

and somehow, it felt like the most important one of all.

the walk back to the car was slow. not because either of you said anything about it, but because neither of you sped it up. your steps matched without trying, shoulders brushing lightly every now and then, the contact lingering just a second longer each time before easing apart again. you were still holding the bouquet, your fingers loosely wrapped around the stems, occasionally adjusting them like you needed something to do with your hands. the night air was cooler now, brushing softly against your skin, but it didn’t feel cold.

when you reached the car, sunghoon moved ahead just slightly, like he had already decided what to do before thinking about it too much. he opened the passenger door for you, his hand resting lightly against it as he stepped back, giving you space. “thank you,” you murmured, your voice soft, your eyes lifting to meet his for just a second before you stepped in. he nodded quickly, almost like he didn’t trust himself to say anything without overthinking it, closing the door gently behind you before walking around to the driver’s side. he sat down, adjusting slightly in his seat, his hands resting on the steering wheel for a moment before he started the engine. the soft hum filled the space again, familiar now, grounding.

“thank you for tonight-”

“did you-”

you both stopped, turned, looked at each other. and then you both laughed. A little embarrassed, a little shy. you shook your head slightly, smiling. “you go,” you said quietly. he exhaled through his nose, the faintest smile still on his lips as he glanced at you before looking back ahead. “…i was just going to ask if you had a good time,” he admitted, his voice gentle, a little more relaxed now. you shifted slightly in your seat, the bouquet resting against your lap as your fingers tightened around it just a little. “i did,” you said, softer this time, more sincere. “i really did. it was… really nice. there was a small pause. he nodded once, his grip on the wheel loosening slightly.

“…i’m glad,” he said quietly. “i had a good time too.” the drive back was quiet, but not empty. the music played softly in the background, low enough that it blended into the silence instead of interrupting it. you leaned back slightly in your seat, your head resting gently against it, your gaze drifting out the window for a moment before shifting back toward him. every now and then, he’d glance at you. quick, like he didn’t want to get caught. and every time, you noticed, but didn’t say anything. you just let it happen.

the car slowed down gradually, not in a sudden stop but in that smooth, careful way that made the end of the drive feel like it was stretching itself out- like it didn’t want to arrive just yet. the headlights washed over the front of your building, illuminating the entrance you’d walked through a hundred times before, but tonight it didn’t feel the same. tonight it felt like something you were being brought back to, not just going home to. you shifted slightly in your seat, the bouquet still resting in your lap, your fingers loosely wrapped around the stems, though your attention wasn’t really on them anymore. you were aware of the faint rustle of the wrapping every time your hands moved, the soft scent of the flowers mixing with the lingering vanilla on your skin, but your focus kept drifting back to him, to the quiet between you, to the way the night hadn’t felt forced at any point.

sunghoon didn’t move immediately. his hands stayed on the steering wheel, fingers curled around it like he needed something steady to hold onto, his gaze fixed forward even though there was nothing left to focus on. the engine was still running for a second longer, the low hum filling the silence, before he finally reached forward and turned it off. the sound disappeared, and the quiet that followed felt heavier than before. he inhaled slowly, like he was grounding himself, then pushed the door open and stepped out, his movements careful, a little slower than usual, like he was aware, very aware, of every second passing now.

from inside, you watched him walk around the front of the car, the dim light catching the edges of his figure, the way his hand brushed lightly against the hood without him realizing it, like a small, absent habit just to keep himself occupied. he didn’t rush, he didn’t hesitate either.

he reached your side and opened your door. cool air slipped in immediately, brushing against your legs, your arms, carrying with it the quiet of the night that felt so different from the warmth inside the car. you looked up at him, your gaze lifting slowly, and he was already looking at you. you shifted forward, carefully stepping out, your hand brushing lightly against the edge of the door for balance before you straightened, the bouquet still held gently in your other hand. for a second, you stood close to him, closer than necessary, close enough to notice the faint shift in his breathing, the way his shoulders moved as he stepped back just slightly to give you space.

he closed the door behind you. and without needing to say anything, he started walking toward the building. you followed immediately, falling into step beside him like it was instinct, your pace matching his without effort. the space between you wasn’t distant, it never had been, but it wasn’t fully closed either. it sat somewhere in between, where your arms brushed occasionally, where your shoulder would graze his just slightly, the contact lingering for a fraction longer each time before easing apart again.

the entrance got closer with every step, the familiar door standing just ahead of you now, the quiet of the night wrapping around everything in a way that made the moment feel smaller and bigger at the same time. when you reached it- you stopped. and so did he.

you turned toward him slowly, your body fully facing his now, the bouquet held a little closer to your chest, your fingers tightening just slightly around the stems before loosening again. your eyes lifted to meet his, and for a second, you just looked at him. the faint pink still lingering on his cheeks, the way his gaze stayed on you, steady but soft, the way he didn’t seem in a rush to break it. “thank you, again.” you said quietly, your voice softer than it had been all night, more careful now, like the words carried more weight here. “for tonight. i really… enjoyed it.”

he didn’t respond immediately, his eyes stayed on yours for a second longer, like he was taking it in, like he needed that extra moment before answering. then he nodded once, slow and subtle, his expression softening in a way that made your chest tighten just slightly. “…me too,” he said, his voice just as quiet. “i had a great time, too” he shifted his weight slightly, like he was about to step back, like he was about to end it there. “…goodnight,” he added, softer this time.

your fingers adjusted slightly around the bouquet, then slowly, almost without you fully thinking it through, you let one hand fall free from it. your fingers wrapped around his hand gently, the contact soft but intentional, your touch warm against his skin. It wasn’t sudden, it wasn’t rushed, it was slow enough that he felt it before it fully happened.

his fingers didn’t move right away, his body stilling like his brain hadn’t caught up yet, like he didn’t know what to do with it, but he didn’t pull away. your grip tightening ever so slightly as you tugged him down toward you, your movement small but enough to close the distance between you without making it feel forced.

your heart was louder now, you could feel it. but you didn’t stop. you leaned in and pressed your lips softly against his cheek, it wasn’t rushed. it wasn’t hesitant either.

your lips lingering just long enough for him to feel it fully before you pulled away again, the space between you returning slowly.

“…goodnight, hoon,” you whispered, your voice quiet, softer than anything you had said all night, close enough that he could feel it more than hear it.

you let go of his hand slowly, your fingers brushing against his for just a second longer before slipping away completely, the warmth of his skin fading from yours.

your hand finding the door handle, pushing it open as you stepped inside, the warmth of the building wrapping around you instantly, replacing the cool air from outside.

the door began to close behind you and just before it did, you glanced back. only for a second, long enough to see him still standing there, exactly where you left him, hand still slightly lifted like he hadn’t fully come back to himself yet. his cheeks flushed, his expression soft. and his lips, curved into a smile he clearly wasn’t trying to hide.

sunghoon’s already had his first kiss, so why does it feel like you were his first?

the thought sits stubbornly in his mind, looping in a way he can’t shut off, following him from the moment he grips the steering wheel to the second he pulls away from your building, his hands steady but his thoughts anything but. because it doesn’t make sense, he knows it doesn’t. he remembers his first kiss, remembers where it happened, who it was with, remembers how little it meant even as it was happening. it had been quick, forgettable, something that didn’t stay longer than a few minutes after it ended. but you, you didn’t just stay. you lingered.

and it’s not just the kiss on his cheek, even though that alone had been enough to mess with his head more than anything should. it’s everything before that. the photo booth, the cramped little space, the way your knees brushed his, the way your laughter filled the tiny enclosure until it felt too small to contain it, the way the camera flashed once, twice, three times, and somewhere between those moments, you had leaned closer, your forehead brushing his, your breath mixing with his in a way that made his chest tighten without warning.

he tightens his grip on the wheel slightly at the memory, his jaw tensing as he exhales through his nose, eyes flicking briefly to the road before focusing again. “…fuck,” he mutters under his breath, the word slipping out before he can stop it. because that’s the problem, it didn’t feel like just a kiss, it felt like something happened. and now he can’t go back to how things were before that moment, even if he tried.

his phone buzzes again in the passenger seat, lighting up briefly, pulling his attention away for just a second before he reaches over at a red light, unlocking it without thinking.

your name. of course it’s you.

his chest tightens immediately, something warm settling there as he opens the message.

you: i still can’t believe you got me flowers btw

his lips press together, but the hint of a smile pulls through anyway, small and unintentional, his fingers hovering over the screen for a second before he types back.

sunghoon: you deserve them

he stares at it for half a second before sending, then locks his phone again, tossing it gently back onto the seat as the light turns green, his heart’s still beating faster than it should.

the days after that night don’t feel separate. your messages come easier; more frequent, less hesitant. you text him in the morning, sometimes before he even has the chance to reach for his phone first, your name lighting up his screen before he’s fully awake.

you: good morning hoon you: did u sleep or did u stay up overthinking again

he exhales quietly at that, a soft scoff leaving him as he types back without thinking.

sunghoon: i slept

a pause.

sunghoon: a little

and somehow, that turns into a conversation that stretches longer than it should, messages going back and forth until he’s fully awake, until he’s sitting up in bed without realizing it, his entire focus on you instead of anything else he was supposed to be doing.

and then there’s the tutoring.

except, It’s not really tutoring anymore, not fully. he knows that, you know that. but neither of you say it out loud, because it always starts like tutoring. he sits next to you, notebook open, pen in hand, explaining something in that calm, focused way of his, his voice steady as he walks you through equations, concepts, things that should make sense on paper.

“so if the system is absorbing heat, the enthalpy change is positive,” he says, pointing at your notes, his shoulder brushing yours lightly as he leans closer.

you really do try, but then- 

“…you always talk like that?” you murmur, your voice softer now, teasing slipping into it without effort. he pauses. “…like what?” “like a textbook,” you smile faintly, tilting your head as you look at him instead of the page.

and just like that, he loses his place. his pen stills, his thoughts scatter. “…i don’t-” he starts, then stops, his brows pulling together slightly as he tries to recover, his ears already turning pink. “you’re not even listening,” he had said once, trying-trying-to sound serious, his brows pulling together just slightly. “i am,” you had smiled back, your chin resting in your hand, your eyes on him instead of the page. “you’re just distracting.”

“…how am I distracting?” he asked, genuinely confused, completely thrown off.

you didn’t answer, just looked at him and smiled. and that was enough to ruin him completely for the next five minutes. it happens like that every time. a few minutes of actual studying, then talking, then laughing, then him forgetting what he was explaining in the first place because you said something that threw him off completely, and somewhere in between, it stops feeling like something he’s doing for you. and starts feeling like something he just wants to keep doing.

so when your name flashes on his screen again, now, while he’s driving, he doesn’t hesitate. not even a second. he answers immediately, his voice softer than usual, more attentive. “…hello?”

“hoon,” your voice comes through, a little strained this time, a little more frustrated than usual, but still unmistakably you. “i don’t get this at all.” he straightens slightly. “what are you talking about, love?” he asks, already focusing, completely ignoring the nickname that just came out of his mouth. “this thermodynamics thing,” you sigh, and he can practically picture you, brows drawn together, lips slightly parted in frustration. “like i understand parts of it, but then it just..stops making sense.”

his grip tightens slightly on the wheel. “…enthalpy? entropy?” he asks, already narrowing it down. “enthalpy,” you say immediately. “and like the equations, i don’t know when to use what.” he doesn’t even think. “i’ll come over.” the words come out so naturally it almost surprises him. there’s a pause. “…what?”

“i’ll come over,” he repeats, already turning the wheel slightly, his route shifting without him consciously deciding to do it. “it’s easier if I explain it in person.”

“…you don’t have to,” you say, softer now. “i know,” he replies. and he does. he knows, but that doesn’t matter, because this is what he wants. “i’ll be there in ten,” he adds, his voice steady, certain.

by the time the knock comes, you’re already halfway to the door. you don’t even realize how fast you moved until your hand is already on the handle, your heart just a little too quick, your thoughts scattered somewhere between thermodynamics and him. the door opens, and there he is. sunghoon stands there, one hand still loosely holding his keys, the other resting by his side, his posture a little more relaxed than it used to be, but not completely. his eyes find yours almost instantly, and something in his expression softens the second he sees you, like whatever was going on in his head before this just… quiets.

“hey,” he says, voice low, easy. “hey,” you reply just as softly, but there’s a smile already pulling at your lips. you don’t hesitate, you step forward and hug him. your arms wrap around him naturally, like you’ve done it before, even if you haven’t like this, and for a second, he freezes just slightly before relaxing into it, his arms coming up around you a moment later, slower, but just as sure. you pull back first, but not far, your hands still brushing lightly against his arms as you step aside. “come in,” you say, softer now. he nods, stepping inside, his eyes flicking around your space briefly before settling back on you, like he’s checking, like he’s grounding himself.

“do you want something to drink?” you ask, already moving a little further in. “i’m okay,” he says, shaking his head lightly, though his attention lingers on you more than anything else. you nod once, then lead him into your room. and the second he steps in, he notices. papers. everywhere. on your bed, scattered in uneven piles, notes overlapping, pages half-folded, diagrams circled and crossed out like you’ve been trying to make sense of something for way too long. you sit down on your bed almost immediately, pushing a few papers aside to make space, tucking one leg under you as you exhale quietly.

sunghoon takes the chair by your desk, sitting down slowly, his gaze still scanning over the mess before landing back on you. “…you’ve really been studying, baby, hm.” the word slips out so casually it almost doesn’t register at first, but then it does.

you look up immediately, a slow smirk forming as you tilt your head slightly. “oh,” you say, voice light, teasing, “so it’s baby now, huh?” he blinks, just once. then looks away, reaching for one of the papers like nothing happened, like he didn’t just say that. “…you said you didn’t understand,” he mutters, completely dodging it, his ears just slightly pink. you huff out a quiet laugh under your breath, but you let it go, for now. “yeah,” you sigh, picking up a paper and holding it up like evidence. “i really don’t.” he nods, leaning forward slightly, his tone shifting into something more focused as he starts explaining, his pen moving across the page, writing out equations, pointing at steps, breaking things down the way he always does. “okay, so look, if the system absorbs heat, delta H is positive, right? so here-”

you try, you really do. you look where he points, you follow the numbers, you nod at the right times. but your eyes keep drifting, to his hands, to the way his hair falls slightly into his face, to the way his lips move when he explains something he understands so well.

and eventually, you stop pretending. he notices, of course he does.

his voice trails off mid-explanation, the pen slowing before stopping completely as he looks at you more closely, his brows pulling together just slightly. “…you’re not even trying,” he says, but his tone isn’t sharp. it’s softer, observing. you don’t answer, just look at him, and that’s enough. he exhales quietly, placing the paper down on your bed, the pen following a second later as he leans back slightly in his chair. then, without making it a big deal, he stands up, walks over, and lays down next to you. his head turns slightly toward you, his expression softer now, less focused on the work and more on you. “…what’s up with you today?” he asks quietly.

you sigh, turning your head to look at him, your expression softer now, less playful, more honest. “just…” you start, your voice quieter than before, “…missed you.” there’s a small pause, you hold his gaze. “feel like I haven’t seen you in ages.” the words sit there between you, simple, but they land. he doesn’t look away, doesn’t joke, doesn’t deflect. he just… looks at you. and something in his expression shifts again, softening in a way that feels real, unguarded. “…you saw me yesterday,” he murmurs, but his voice is quieter now, almost like he’s saying it more to himself than to you. you smile faintly. “yeah,” you say softly. “still.”

that makes his lips press together slightly, like he’s holding something back, but he doesn’t pull away. instead, his hand shifts, slowly finding yours. his fingers slide against yours, not fully interlocking, just… there. careful, like he’s testing it without making it obvious.

his thumb brushes softly against your fingers, back and forth. his gaze flickers briefly toward your desk. the vase, the flowers. still there, still fresh. “…you still have the flowers i gave you,” he says quietly, his voice softer now, his attention half on you, half on the small detail that somehow means more than it should. you watch his gaze drift toward the vase, following it for a second before your eyes settle back on him, softer now, your fingers still resting in his as they absentmindedly move together. “yeah,” you murmur quietly, your voice gentle, almost fond, “it was really sweet, hoon.”

he looks back at you, fully now, his lips parting just slightly before pressing together again, like he doesn’t quite know what to do with that kind of honesty, with the way you’re looking at him right now. “' ‘m glad you liked them,” he says quietly.

and for a second everything slows. his gaze lingers, not just on your eyes. it flickers. down to your lips. then back up again. then down again, like he’s not even trying to hide it anymore. your breath catches-just slightly. not enough to break the moment, just enough to feel it. the space between you feels smaller now, closer than before. and neither of you moves away. it’s him who moves first. he leans in just a little, his hand still loosely holding yours, his other resting beside him as his eyes search yours one last time, quiet, asking without words. you don’t pull back, so he closes the distance.

the kiss is soft at first, barely there. just the gentle press of his lips against yours, hesitant for half a second like he’s still figuring it out, like he’s still not fully believing he’s allowed to do this. but then you lean in, and that’s all it takes. something in him melts. his hand tightens around yours without thinking, his breath catching softly as the kiss deepens-not rushed, not messy, just… more certain. warmer. like he’s settling into it, like he’s finally letting himself feel it instead of overthinking every second.

your lips move slowly against his, unhurried, soft but intentional, the kind of kiss that lingers, that builds quietly instead of all at once. your free hand shifts, resting lightly against his shoulder. then sliding up, fingers brushing into his hair. a quiet, breathy sound slipping from him, almost like a small whine he didn’t mean to let out, his grip tightening again as he pulls you just a little closer without even realizing it. “h-hey-” he murmurs against your lips, but it doesn’t sound like he wants you to stop. not at all, if anything, he leans in again; like he needs it, like he’s chasing it now.

you shift slightly, moving without breaking the kiss, your knees pressing into the mattress as you turn toward him more fully- and then you’re closer, closer than before. your hand sliding down from his shoulder as you move, your body shifting until you’re settling onto his lap, the movement slow, natural, like it just happens without needing to be thought through. his breath catches again, sharper this time, his hands instinctively finding your waist like he needs something to hold onto, his fingers pressing lightly against you as his mind tries, and fails, to keep up.

“…w-wai-—” he stutters softly, but there’s no real resistance in it, no pull away, just the sound of someone overwhelmed in the best way possible. your lips meet his again, softer this time but deeper, your movements slower, more certain, your fingers still tangled lightly in his hair as you lean into him. the tension he always carries around you- gone, replaced with something warmer, something softer, something that makes his hands tighten slightly at your waist as he leans into the kiss instead of away from it.

his lips move against yours a little more confidently now, still gentle, still careful, but no longer hesitant. and when you finally pull back, your faces are still close. your breath mixing. his lips part just a little as he looks at you, completely flushed now, cheeks pink, eyes softer than you’ve ever seen them, like he’s still trying to process what just happened. “…you’re-” he starts, then stops, clearly losing his train of thought. his hands are still on you; not moving, not letting go. “…you’re really distracting,” he finishes quietly. and this time- he doesn’t even try to hide it. “you know that?” he buries his face in the warm curve of your neck. his breath was slow and warm against your skin as he pressed lazy kisses there. one behind your ear, another trailing down your jaw. his hands, which had been resting on your waist, gripped your thighs and pulled you even closer, like he didn’t want a single inch of space between you.

you tilted your head, giving him more room, and a shiver ran down your spine when his lips found that little spot right behind your ear. his hands started to explore, slowly sliding up your back, pulling you into an embrace that was pure want. when he lifted his head, his dark eyes were half-lidded, focused on your mouth. you didn’t wait. you leaned in and kissed him. slowly at first. without thinking, your hips started to move. a slow, circular motion, a gentle grind in his lap. you felt his body tense beneath his sweats, and a muffled groan escaped sunghoon’s throat, swallowed by your mouth.

he matched your rhythm, lifting his hips to meet yours, creating a delicious friction that made you bite down on his lip a little harder. his sweatpants did nothing to hide how hard he was, and the feeling of him pressing against you, even through the fabric, was almost unbearably good. sunghoon’s hands slid up your ribs slowly, then moved to the front. he cupped your breasts, his fingers finding your nipples through the thin fabric of your top. he squeezed, and a gasp escaped your lips.

the room felt hotter. both of you were breathing heavy, more ragged. you could feel your own heart racing as the pace quickened. suddenly, he stopped. the kiss just ended. he pulled his face back, panting, his chest rising and falling. his hands, which had been on your breasts, moved quickly to cover his own face. there was something strange in his expression, almost like he was embarrassed. “what is it?”

“i’ve never- i”  his voice breaks off, quiet and uneven, like the words get stuck somewhere between his chest and his throat. for a second, he can’t even look at you. his hands slide down from his face slowly, but his gaze stays lowered, fixed somewhere near your shoulder instead of your eyes, his breathing still not fully steady. there’s a faint shake in the way he exhales, like he’s trying to calm himself down but isn’t quite succeeding. “…not like that,” he finishes finally, softer this time, almost under his breath.

he swallows, his jaw tightening slightly before he forces himself to look at you again- and when he does, there’s something new in his expression. not just flustered. not just shy, vulnerable. “i just—” he starts again, slower this time, like he’s choosing every word carefully. “i don’t… usually… lose control like that.” his fingers curl slightly against his lap, like he’s still grounding himself, still trying to come back to where he feels safe. “…especially not with someone i-”

he stops, the sentence hangs there. unfinished, but it doesn’t need to be, he exhales quietly, shaking his head just a little, like he’s frustrated with himself for not being able to say it properly. “…i didn’t want to make you uncomfortable,” he adds instead, his voice softer now, more careful. “or rush anything.”

his eyes finally meet yours properly again. and he doesn’t look away this time. “i just… really like being around you,” he says, quieter than before, but steadier now. “and i didn’t want to mess that up.” his hand shifts slightly on the bed, closer to yours without fully touching it yet, like he’s still unsure where he stands, like he’s waiting without making it obvious.

“…teach me?” he adds, his voice low, careful, like he’s not even sure if he should be asking, but still does anyway. it’s not long after your clothes are scattered all over the room. things got heated pretty quickly, and before you could even blink, he’s sitting in between your legs watching your hand as you show him-two fingers slipping into yourself, curling gently.  he watches your face as your mouth drops open. “like that?” he asks, already positioning his hand.

you gasp out a noise that shocks even you. “fuck- hoon”

he freezes. “too much?” you shake your head fast. “no-just-holy shit. your fingers are longer than mine.” he blinks, flushed. “is that… good?” you laugh breathlessly. “yeah. that’s good. that’s..really good.” he swallows and starts to move, slow and cautious. he watches your face like it’s a roadmap. you whimper when he curls them slightly—hitting a spot deep inside that makes your thighs jerk.

“there?” he asks, eyes wide. you nod frantically. “yes-right there-don’t stop-” the sounds are obscene now-slick, wet, constant. it echoes softly in the room, mixed with your sharp breathing and his shaky ones. his thumb brushes over your clit, lightly at first, but you buck into it. “oh my god,” he murmurs, stunned. “you’re dripping. i didn’t even know it could be like this.”

you’re flushed to your chest, gasping. “it’s ‘cause of you,” you whisper. “you’re doing everything right.” sunghoon presses in again, fingers curling deep, and you swear loudly. “you like that?” he asks, so shy and hopeful. you moan, clutching the sheets. “yes-yes—hoon, please-”

he obeys. he’s so careful, but so focused, curling with that perfect angle while rubbing tight circles with his thumb. your body can’t even handle it-you feel the heat coil impossibly tight, sharper than normal, wetter than normal. “hoon-”

“what? tell me, please, baby—”

“i—fuck—i think i’m gonna—” he groans. “please. i wanna see it, i wanna feel it.” that’s the last straw. your thighs clamp around his wrist, hips jerking wildly. your vision goes white as everything inside you snaps, the orgasm crashing through you so hard it rips a choked scream from your throat. but it doesn’t stop there.

there’s a sudden, humiliating gush—liquid squirting out around his fingers, soaking both of you, dripping onto the sheets. sunghoon groans, startled, but doesn’t pull away. he keeps his fingers moving a little, watching in total awe as you squirt all over his hand.

“holy fuck,” he breathes. you’re gasping, half sobbing, face burning hot. “oh my god,” you whimper. “i—shit—i don’t usually—” he’s staring at his soaked fingers. “you just… came everywhere,” he says reverently. you cover your face with one hand. “hoon- shut up—”

he’s grinning like an idiot, flushed and amazed. “i didn’t know girls could do that. that was—fuck. that was the hottest thing i’ve ever seen.” you’re still twitching, thighs shaking. he finally eases his fingers out carefully, sticky and shining, and holds them up. “look at this,” he whispers, awestruck. you peek through your fingers, your face gets even redder. he catches your eye, suddenly shy. “…was that okay?” you let out a choked laugh. “okay? hoon, you made me squirt. that was more than okay.” his chest heaves. “so… i did good?”

“you did fucking perfect.” you drag him down for a kiss, slow and languid, letting him feel how wrecked you still are. his lips are so eager, even clumsy, but you love it. when you finally pull back, he’s panting, eyes dark. your gaze drifts lower, and you see the obvious, painful bulge straining his sweatpants. you bite your lip, heat rushing through you all over again. “hoon.”

he blinks. “huh?”

you raise an eyebrow, pointedly glancing at his lap. 

he looks down—then makes a strangled noise and covers himself with a hand. “fuck i-sorry-i can’t help it—” you catch his wrist, pulling his hand away. “don’t be sorry.” he gulps. “it’s just, i mean-watching you-feeling you, fuck, it was too much-”

you hum, dragging your fingers over his waistband. “looks like someone deserves a reward.” he stares at you, speechless. you smile sweetly. “want me to help you out?” “i’ve never..” sunghoon took a long deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. you are on your knees in front of him with your hands on his thighs and he’s sweating. “i’ve never did any of this.” he admits, covering his face with his hands. yeah, he was really embarrassed about his situation. 

“oh really? never?” you look up at him, your hands still trailing slow circles around his thighs. he tenses up almost immediately. “shh… i can make you feel good, ‘kay?”  his breath hitches as he feels your gentle touch on his thighs. he peeks at you through his fingers, his cheeks flushed a deep red. he's never been in this position before, and the uncertainty is making his heart race. “i- i don't know if i can...”

you smile as a sign of comfort. “oh i know you can, baby.” sunghoon bites his lower lip, his eyes darting between yours and your slow, soothing touches on his thighs. he's trying to relax, but his body is tense and ready to flee at any moment. he's never been touched like this before, and it's both terrifying and exciting. “just lay back for me and relax.” he hesitates for a moment, a mix of nervousness and curiosity clear in his eyes.  slowly, he begins to lower himself back onto the bed, his movements careful and deliberate. his heart is pounding in his chest as he lies down, propping himself up on his elbows to watch your moves. “good boy,” you look up at him for a second before taking off his shorts. 

a small gasp escapes his lips at your praise, his cheeks coloring even deeper with embarrassment and pleasure. he's fully laid back now, completely vulnerable, but trusting you. another sharp inhale leaves his mouth as his shorts are pulled down, revealing his bare thighs and the hem of his boxers. he spreads his thighs slightly, allowing you to remove his shorts completely.

“just relax,” you repeat. sunghoon takes a deep breath, trying to focus on your calming voice and the gentle touches of your hands on his skin. he closes his eyes, his brows furrowed in concentration as he attempts to relax his tense muscles. you slide down his underwear, gasping at how big he is. “fuck..” 

his body jolts as his underwear is removed, exposing him completely. his eyes fly open, and a small, embarrassed whimper escapes his lips. he's completely bare and exposed in front of someone for the first time. you gently start to stroke him, making sure he isn’t uncomfortable. as your gentle touch lands on his most intimate area, he tenses. It’s overwhelming. he looks down his body, watching as you stroke him softly, his mind reeling and his body trembling. 

then suddenly, he cums hard, making his eyes widen in shock as his body suddenly erupts in a climax. his small frame shakes as he cums all over his stomach and chest. he lets out a high-pitched, embarrassed scream, his face flushing bright red as he's overcome with the intensity of his first orgasm. “shitt baby…” you curse, letting out a small chuckle at how fast he came.his body continues to tremble as he comes down from his high, embarrassment washing over him in waves. he covers his face with his hands, mumbling through his fingers “i- I’m sorry... that was so fast..."

“no- no not at all, it was good for your first handjob, don’t worry about it.” you smile. relief washes over him, realizing you weren't disappointed by how quickly he finished. he bites his lower lip, glancing down at the mess on his stomach before shyly meeting your eyes again. the room settles into something softer again. not tense, not overwhelming, just warm, a little quiet, the kind of calm that comes after everything slows down and neither of you feels the need to rush away from it.

sunghoon shifts first, he’s still moving carefully around you, still aware of you in every little way. his hand brushes lightly against your arm before he sits up slightly, glancing at you with that same soft expression he’s been carrying, a little flushed but not embarrassed, just… tender. “hey,” he murmurs quietly. you look at him, a small hum leaving you. “hm?”

“hold on,” he says softly. there’s something about the way he says it; calm, reassuring, that makes you not even question it. you just watch him as he moves around your room a little, grabbing what he needs, his movements a little more focused now, like he has something to do. when he comes back, he’s gentle, careful. the way his hands move, light, slow, attentive, it doesn’t feel awkward or rushed. it feels… thoughtful- like he’s taking care of you in a way that comes naturally to him, even if it’s new territory. “…you’re really sweet, you know that?” you murmur quietly.

he pauses for a second, glancing up at you, his ears tinting just slightly pink—but this time, he doesn’t hide it. “…i’m just helping,” he says softly. “yeah,” you smile faintly. “still counts.” he huffs a quiet breath at that, shaking his head a little, but there’s a small smile there anyway. you both shift back onto the bed, the space feeling calmer now, softer than before. you lay down first, pulling the blanket up slightly, and sunghoon follows without hesitation this time, moving beside you like he belongs there.

he doesn’t keep distance, he turns slightly toward you, his arm slipping around you naturally, like it’s already become something familiar, something he doesn’t need to think about anymore. you move closer without even realizing it, your head resting against his chest, your hand sliding there too, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat under your palm. your leg drapes over his, and he adjusts slightly, just enough to make it easier for you. his hand rests against your side, thumb brushing lightly back and forth in slow, absentminded movements that feel almost grounding. neither of you speaks right away. you just… breathe. together.

“jake texted me earlier,” you murmur. he hums quietly in response, his fingers still moving gently against your side. “yeah?” “he said there’s another party this weekend,” you continue, your tone light, a hint of amusement slipping in. “asked if we’re going.” there’s a small pause. you lift your head just slightly, glancing up at him. “you wanna go?”

sunghoon doesn’t answer immediately. not because he’s unsure, but because he’s thinking. then he exhales softly, his hand stilling for a second before resuming that slow, gentle movement against you. “…yeah,” he murmurs. “we can go.” you smile instantly, the corner of your lips lifting as you shift slightly against him again. “yeah?” you tease lightly. “you sure about that?” he glances down at you, brows pulling together just a little in mock confusion. “…why wouldn’t I be?” you tilt your head, smiling. “because you’re gonna stand there with that stupid wa-” a soft laugh escapes him, low and quiet, his chest moving slightly under your cheek.

“hey, stop that…it’s not stupid,” he mutters. “it is,” you grin. “you hold it like it’s your emotional support water.” he huffs at that, shaking his head a little. “…at least i’m hydrated.” you laugh softly, settling back against him. “you’re ridiculous.”

“…you like it,” he replies, just as quietly. “…yeah,” you murmur.

the music playing softly from your phone fills the room, something light and upbeat, barely loud enough to distract, but enough to make the moment feel a little more alive. you stand in front of your mirror, adjusting your outfit for what feels like the hundredth time, smoothing your hands over the fabric, tilting your head slightly as you check how everything falls.

behind you, sunghoon is sitting on your bed. he’s quiet, but not really. because you can feel it. his eyes, on you. you don’t even have to turn around to know he hasn’t looked away since he got there. you reach for your lip gloss, applying it slowly, deliberately, catching his reflection in the mirror for just a second, and yep, still staring.

“…what’s got you so focused, hm?” you ask, glancing at him through the mirror, your tone light but teasing.

he blinks, like he got caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to. “…what?” he says, a little too quickly. you turn slightly now, leaning your hip against the desk as you look at him properly, raising a brow. “you’ve been staring at me for like five minutes.”

his ears turn pink almost instantly. “i haven’t-” he starts, then stops, realizing he definitely has. he exhales quietly, running a hand through his hair, clearly trying to play it off but failing just a little. “…okay, maybe a little,” he admits, softer now. “creep,” you tease lightly.

he scoffs under his breath, but there’s no real defense in it. “…you’re just taking forever,” he mutters. “oh, so now it’s my fault?” you laugh softly, turning back to the mirror. “didn’t say that.”

“you implied it.”

“i didn’t-” yYou cut him off with a small shake of your head, smiling to yourself as you reach for your perfume. “relax, hoon.” you spray it lightly, the soft vanilla scent filling the air almost instantly, warm and familiar, settling against your skin. and before you can even set the bottle down, his presence behind you. his arms slide around your waist slowly, naturally, like he’s gotten used to this kind of closeness, like he doesn’t hesitate anymore. your breath hitches just slightly as he leans in, his face dipping closer to your neck, his voice low, softer than before, but more confident now. “…you smell so good,” he murmurs, the words brushing against your skin, warm, quiet. you giggle softly, your hands coming up to rest over his arms where they’re wrapped around you.

“thank you,” you murmur, tilting your head just slightly toward him. you turn your head just enough to glance at him over your shoulder, smiling. “we can go now,” you say softly. “I’m ready.” he nods, but he doesn’t let go immediately, just holds you there for a second longer, before finally pulling back, a small smile still on his lips. “…okay,” he says. and even though it’s just a party, it already feels like the best part was before it even started.

the music hits harder the moment you both step fully inside, the bass vibrating through the floor and up into your chest, blending with laughter, voices, and the constant movement of people brushing past one another. the air is warmer here, heavier, filled with that familiar mix of cheap alcohol and something sweet lingering in the background.

sunghoon’s hand settles instinctively against your lower back as you walk in, not hesitant anymore, just natural. his touch is light, but steady, guiding you through the crowd without needing to say anything, his fingers adjusting slightly every time someone passes too close, like he’s making sure you don’t get lost in the chaos of it all. you don’t even think about it, leaning into the contact just a little, your body syncing with his pace as you move further inside.

“yo-there you are,” jake’s voice cuts through the noise, easy and familiar. he’s already grinning when he reaches you, a red cup in his hand, his eyes flicking between you and sunghoon in a way that’s quick, but not unnoticeable. he takes in the small details; the closeness, the way sunghoon’s hand is still resting against you, the way you don’t pull away.

for a second, it looks like he might say something. but he doesn’t. instead, he just lets out a short laugh, shaking his head like he’s already clocked everything and decided to leave it alone, for now. “you guys took forever,” he says, nudging sunghoon lightly. “some of us have standards,” you shoot back without missing a beat. “some of us don’t need a full production to get ready,” he grins.

“watch it,” you point at him, but you’re smiling. jake just laughs again, lifting his cup slightly before nodding toward the side. “heeseung’s over there, by the speakers, go save him from talking to people he doesn’t like.” you glance over, spotting heeseung almost immediately, then look back at sunghoon, your hand brushing lightly over his arm before you step away. “i’ll be right there,” you say, your voice softer now. he nods easily this time, no hesitation. “…yeah, go,” he says, his hand slipping from your back as you move.

you fall into conversation with heeseung almost instantly, laughter coming easily, the two of you talking over the music, leaning in slightly just to hear each other properly. it feels familiar, comfortable, like slipping back into something you’ve known for a long time. but even then, you’re aware. of him. you don’t look right away, but you feel it; that quiet presence nearby, not hovering, not awkward, just… there. and sure enough, when you glance to the side- sunghoon is already making his way back.

he’s not stiff, not standing off to the side with that same unsure posture he had before. He moves more easily through the crowd, shoulders relaxed, one hand holding two drinks without overthinking it. he steps up beside you, close enough that your arm brushes his as he hands one to you. you glance at it, then at him. a slow smile spreads across your face.

“no water?” you tease, raising a brow. he huffs softly, but there’s a small smile there, easy, unbothered. “…got a beer this time,” he says, lifting it slightly like proof. you blink, exaggerated. “oh, wow. big night.” heeseung snorts beside you. sunghoon just shakes his head, more amused than flustered now. “it’s just one,” he says. “mmhm,” you hum, taking a sip. “progress.” he leans slightly closer, just enough so you can hear him over the music. “…don’t make it a thing.”

“too late.” he rolls his eyes, but he’s smiling.

time moves without you noticing. the music shifts, the crowd grows, conversations blur into each other, and at some point, the drink in your hand is half-empty and the warmth settles into your chest in that light, easy way.

you turn toward him again, your movements a little looser now, a small smile already playing on your lips. “hoon,” you say, leaning closer so he can hear you. he looks at you immediately, like he’s been half-waiting for it. “hm?” you tilt your head slightly. “dance with me.” there’s a brief pause, but it’s different this time. he doesn’t freeze, doesn’t overthink it. he just exhales softly, then nods. “…yeah, okay.” you take his hand without hesitation, fingers slipping into his as you start leading him toward the dance floor, weaving through the crowd with a small, determined smile on your lips.

people are everywhere, shoulders bumping into yours, bodies shifting unpredictably, someone laughing too loudly right next to you as you try to squeeze past. at one point, you have to pull him a little closer just to get through a tighter space, your hand tightening around his as you guide him behind you. “sorry-” you mutter once or twice, though you’re already moving again before anyone really responds. sunghoon doesn’t resist. if anything, he stays close, letting you lead him through it all, his hand steady in yours, his other instinctively hovering near your back whenever someone gets too close, like he’s making sure you don’t get pushed around in the chaos.

where the music is louder, the bass heavier, and everything feels just a little more alive. the center of the room is louder, the bass heavier, the music pulsing stronger as you pull him with you, your fingers brushing his before catching his hand fully.

at first, his movements are a little off, like he’s still figuring it out, but he’s not stiff anymore. there’s no tension in his shoulders, no awkward hesitation holding him back. he just needs a second. you step closer, your hands finding his arms lightly, guiding him just enough. “relax,” you say, smiling. “i am relaxed,” he replies, but there’s a small laugh in it now. you raise a brow. he exhales, shaking his head slightly. “…okay, i’m getting there.”

“that’s better.” and slowly, he does. his movements loosen, his posture softens, and instead of focusing on everything around him, he focuses on you, on your rhythm, on the way you move. at some point, he laughs, quiet, but real, and it catches you off guard enough to make you smile wider. because he’s enjoying it. actually enjoying it.

when the song ends, you’re both a little breathless, your hand still loosely brushing his as you step back slightly. then you spot them, your friends. “oh—wait,” you say, glancing back at him. “that’s layla and alex, i haven’t seen them in forever.” he follows your gaze, then looks back at you, nodding easily. “…go,” he says, no hesitation. you hesitate just for a second, then lean in, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek, your lips warm against his skin for just a brief moment. “don’t disappear,” you murmur. he lets out a quiet breath, a small smile forming almost immediately. “…i won’t.”

you pull back, already turning, weaving through the crowd toward your friends. sunghoon stays where he is for a moment, watching you go, not in a distant way, not disconnected, just… present. his fingers lift slightly, brushing over the spot where you kissed him, more out of habit than anything else. then he exhales softly, shaking his head a little to himself, a faint smile still there. “…okay,” he murmurs. he takes another sip of his beer, the taste unfamiliar but not unpleasant, then makes his way over to the couch, sitting down comfortably this time, one arm resting along the back as he leans into it slightly.

he doesn’t realize how long he’s been looking at you, it’s not obvious, not in a way anyone else would notice. he’s leaned back against the couch, one arm resting loosely along the backrest, the other holding his drink, his posture relaxed in a way that would’ve felt impossible for him just a few days ago. but his eyes keep finding you. across the room, you’re laughing; head tilted back slightly, hand brushing your hair away from your face as one of your friends says something, your whole expression lit up in a way that makes something in his chest settle warm and easy. every now and then, you glance back, just for a second, and when your eyes meet his, you smile.

“yo.” the voice comes from his side, slightly slurred, too loud compared to everything else around him, sunghoon glances over. jake drops onto the couch beside him, not gracefully at all, one arm slinging over the back as he exhales loudly, clearly a few drinks past where he should be.

“…you’re just sitting here?” jake says, squinting slightly at him. sunghoon huffs a quiet breath, a faint smile still lingering as he looks back toward you for a second before answering. “needed a break,” he says simply. jake follows his gaze, and sees you. “yeah,” he drags out, nudging sunghoon’s shoulder with his own. “i can see that.”

sunghoon rolls his eyes lightly, taking a small sip of his drink. “…what’s that supposed to mean?” jake snorts, leaning his head back. “you’ve been staring at her for like-” he gestures vaguely, “-i don’t even know how long.”

sunghoon’s eyes flick back toward you for half a second. “…i wasn’t staring,” he says, but there’s no real defense in it, just something light, easy. jake turns his head slowly, squinting at him like he doesn’t believe that for a second. “right,” he says, dragging the word out, amused. “you just happen to be looking in the exact same direction she’s standing in.”

sunghoon rolls his eyes, but there’s a faint smile there anyway, his shoulders relaxed, posture loose in a way that would’ve been impossible for him here not that long ago. “…shut up,” he mutters. jake laughs, nudging him lightly. “nah, it’s cute,” he says, grinning. “you guys are like-always together now.” sunghoon exhales through his nose, but he doesn’t deny it, doesn’t even try. “…we hang out,” he says simply.

“you always hang out,” he corrects, leaning forward slightly now, pointing between him and you across the room. “you walked in together, you left together last time, you’re basically attached.” sunghoon glances back at you again, this time a little longer. “…so?” he says, quieter now, but still calm. jake shrugs. “nothing,” he says easily. “just saying.”

there’s a pause. then he leans back again, a small, almost careless laugh slipping out. “but you’re not like- taking it serious, right?”

the question lands weird; not heavy, not yet. just… off. sunghoon’s brows pull together slightly, his head turning toward jake. “…what?” jake waves a hand vaguely, like it’s nothing. “i mean,” he says, laughing under his breath, “after what she said, i don’t think it is.” that makes something in sunghoon’s chest shift. “…what do you mean?” he asks, slower now.

jake blinks at him, like the question surprises him, then laughs again, a little louder this time, shaking his head. “wait- you don’t know?”sunghoon doesn’t answer. he just looks at him, waiting. and something about that- something about the way he doesn’t laugh it off, doesn’t brush it away like before, makes jake hesitate.

“…i mean,” he starts again, his tone a little less sure now, but still loose, still careless, “she said it wasn’t serious. that you’re just-” he pauses, like he’s trying to remember. or maybe like he’s deciding how to say it, but he says it anyway. “…just fun to play with.” sunghoon doesn’t move, at all. jake keeps going,, because he doesn’t notice it yet, doesn’t see the way something just shifted completely beside him.

“like- you know,” he adds, shrugging, “not in a bad way, just… like she doesn’t really take it that serious. said you’re easy to mess with, easy to get a reaction out of.”he lets out a small laugh, like it’s just another joke. “just something to pass time with or whatever.”

the music is still loud, the bass pulsing through the room as the party carries on around him. people are still talking, laughing, moving without noticing anything different. across the room, you’re still there, smiling, exactly the same as before. but for sunghoon, everything goes quiet, not literally. but it feels like it.

his grip on the beer tightens just slightly, the condensation slipping against his fingers, cold and distant compared to the warmth that was there just seconds ago. his gaze doesn’t move right away, like his brain is trying to catch up to something it doesn’t want to process. “…what?” he says finally.

“what the fuck are you talking about, jake,” he says, his voice low, controlled, but there’s something under it now, something tighter. jake snorts, leaning back into the couch like this is just another dumb conversation. “bro, relax,” he laughs, waving a hand lazily. “i’m just saying what she said.” sunghoon finally turns his head slightly toward him, not fully, just enough.

he just shrugs again, taking a careless sip from his drink. “yeah, I don’t know, man,” he mutters, slurring just slightly. “it’s not that deep, broski.” the music doesn’t stop. the bass is still heavy, vibrating through the floor and up through his chest, people still moving around him, laughing too loud, talking over each other like nothing has changed, like nothing shifted in the last few seconds. someone brushes past him, another voice rises somewhere behind him, glasses clink, a burst of laughter cuts through the noise, but for sunghoon, it all feels..wrong now. distant, Like he’s sitting in the middle of it, but not really there anymore, like everything’s happening just a little too far away.

the words don’t leave. they don’t get swallowed by the music or drowned out by the noise. repeating, again and again, like his mind latched onto them and refuses to let go.

she’s just playing with you.

his grip tightens around the beer without him even realizing it, his fingers curling slightly as the cold condensation slips against his skin, the chill grounding in the worst way possible, because everything inside him feels too warm, too tight, too unsettled. his jaw clenches faintly, his gaze drifting back toward you before he can stop it. across the room, you’re still there. still laughing, head tilted back slightly, your hand brushing your friend’s arm as you react to something they said, your smile wide, easy, effortless in a way that just seconds ago felt comforting.

now, it feels different. or maybe he’s the one who’s different.

it wasn’t serious.

something in his chest pulls tight, like something is pressing down on it from the inside.

he’s just fun to play with.

his breathing shifts, subtle at first, then uneven, like his body is trying to keep up with something his mind already spiraled into. his thoughts start moving too fast, overlapping, stacking on top of each other until he can’t separate one from the next.

just something to pass time with.

his fingers loosen slightly around the cup, like he forgot he was holding it in the first place, like his body is lagging behind his thoughts. “…right,” he mutters under his breath, but it doesn’t sound like agreement. It doesn’t even sound like confusion anymore. his gaze stays on you for a second longer than it should. watching the way you move, the way you smile, the way you look so completely unaffected; like nothing between you carries weight. like it never did. and something in his chest twists tighter.

it was all just a game.

his stomach drops slightly, that slow, sinking feeling settling in deeper with every second. he leans forward, placing the beer down on the table in front of him, his movements controlled, almost too careful, like he’s trying not to draw attention, trying not to let anything show.

it didn’t mean the same thing to her.

“…yeah,” he breathes out quietly, shaking his head just slightly, like that’ll clear it, like that’ll stop the thoughts from repeating. then, he stands. but he does it slowly, steadily. like if he moves too fast, something worse might happen, like everything he’s holding in might spill out in a way he can’t control.

his hands fall to his sides, fingers flexing slightly, his posture still composed, but only just. and then he turns, and walks. before he says something. before he does something. before he looks at you again and can’t pretend it doesn’t matter. and this time, he doesn’t look back.

the music is still loud when you make your way back, your body still carrying that light, warm buzz from earlier, your steps a little slower as you weave through the crowd again. you’re smiling to yourself, still half caught up in whatever your friends were saying, already looking toward the couch, toward him.

but when you get there, you stop. because it’s not him, it’s jake; slouched back into the couch, one arm thrown lazily over the back, his head tilted slightly like he’s barely holding himself upright, his drink hanging loosely from his hand. sunghoon’s not there. the spot where he was sitting is empty. your brows pull together slightly, the small smile on your lips fading just a little as you glance around quickly, scanning the nearby area like maybe he just stepped away for a second, but he’s not there.

“hey,” you say, stepping closer, your voice raised just enough over the music. he turns his head slowly toward you, blinking like it takes effort to focus, his expression loose, unfocused. “hm?” he hums. “where’s hoon?” you ask, your tone casual at first, but there’s something under it now, something more aware. jake squints at you like he’s trying to process the question. then he lets out a small, breathy laugh, shaking his head slightly. “dunno,” he mutters, his words slurring together just a little. “he was just-here…”

he gestures vaguely to the empty space beside him, like that explains anything. you frown slightly. “did he say where he was going?” you press, glancing around again, your chest tightening just a little. jake shrugs, sinking further into the couch. “nah,” he mumbles, barely coherent now. “he just—got up… said something… i don’t- ” his voice trails off, his attention already drifting somewhere else.

you stare at him for a second longer, trying to piece together something useful from whatever he just said, but there’s nothing. nothing that makes sense. “…okay,” you murmur, more to yourself than to him. your fingers curl slightly around your phone as you step back, your eyes scanning the room one more time, just in case you missed him somehow. you didn’t, so you pull your phone out. unlock it. your thumb hovers over his name for just a second, your message is quick.

you: where did you go?

for a second, you just stare at the screen, your thumb hovering like you expect the three little dots to appear immediately, like he’s going to answer the way he usually does; quick, easy, like he’s already halfway through typing before you even finish your sentence.

but nothing happens. no typing, no read. just delivered.

you press your lips together slightly, your brows pulling in just a bit as you lift your head, glancing back up into the crowd again, scanning faces, movements, trying to catch even a glimpse of him somewhere between the shifting bodies and flashing lights. he’s not near the couch, not by the kitchen, not anywhere you can see. you take a few steps forward, weaving slightly through people again, your eyes moving more carefully this time, slower, more intentional, like maybe you just missed him before, like he’s standing somewhere just out of sight. but he isn’t.

you glance back down at your phone again. still nothing. the message sits there, unanswered. you hesitate for a second, your thumb hovering again before you type another one.

you: are you okay?

you hit send before you can overthink it. and this time, you don’t look up right away.

the music keeps playing, people still laughing around you, someone bumping into your shoulder lightly as they pass, but you barely register it. your focus stays on the screen, waiting. but still, delivered. you swallow slightly, your fingers tightening just a bit around your phone as you lift your gaze again, scanning the room one more time. he’s really not here.

the night air is colder than expected, brushing against his skin, grounding in a way the party wasn’t, but it doesn’t help. It doesn’t clear anything. If anything, it makes everything sharper. every thought, every word, every moment replaying in a loop he can’t seem to shut off.

she’s just playing with you.

his jaw tightens slightly as he exhales through his nose, his hands shoved deep into his pockets, his steps steady but automatic, like he’s not really thinking about where he’s going anymore. because he knows. he just… doesn’t want to think about why he feels like this. but he does anyway. your smile, that’s what sticks. not what jake said, not at first. it’s your smile; the way you looked across the room, eyes finding his like you always do, soft, familiar, like nothing had changed, like everything between you still meant something. and maybe that’s what makes it worse. because now, he doesn’t know if it did.

by the time he gets home, everything feels heavier, quieter. the door shuts behind him with a soft click, and for a second, he just stands there, unmoving, his hand still resting on the handle like he hasn’t fully stepped back into himself yet. his phone buzzes. once, then again. the sound cuts through the silence of his room, sharp, insistent, pulling his attention down to his pocket. he knows it’s you. he doesn’t need to check. still, he pulls it out, his thumb brushing over the screen just enough for it to light up.

you: where did you go?  you: are you okay?

your name sits there at the top. your messages right under it. they’re simple, concerned. so… you.

his eyes linger there for a second longer than they should, but then he locks the screen again. he just lets the phone drop onto the counter beside him, the faint sound of it hitting the surface echoing slightly in the quiet.

the shower runs hotter than usual; steam quickly filling the space, fogging up the glass, the mirror, everything around him until the room feels smaller, more closed in.

but even then, it doesn’t help. water runs down his face, his hair, his shoulders, but he’s not really paying attention to it. His hands rest flat against the cool tile for a second, his head tilting forward slightly as he exhales, slow and uneven. and his mind doesn’t stop. it keeps drifting back..to you

to the way you laughed earlier, nudging him lightly during studying, the way you leaned over his shoulder, pretending to focus but clearly not, your voice soft and teasing as you distracted him on purpose. to the late nights, messages that never really ended, conversations that stretched longer than they should’ve, turning into something else without either of you saying it out loud. to the photobooth. gosh that damn photobooth, the way your faces were too close, your smiles softer in the last picture, your foreheads touching like it just… happened, like it meant something. his breath stutters just slightly at the memory, his eyes closing for a brief second as the water keeps running, warm against his skin. he exhales sharply, dragging a hand down his face, the water mixing with the tension sitting too tight in his chest.

by the time he steps out, the bathroom is filled with steam, the mirror completely fogged over, the air warm and heavy around him. towel wrapped low around his waist, damp hair dripping slightly, water trailing down his neck and shoulders as he reaches for his phone again, almost without thinking. the screen lights up, your messages still there; unread, unopened, waiting. he stares at them for a long moment, longer than he should. his thumb hovers over the screen, like he’s about to open them. about to say something. anything. but instead, he taps into the chat.

why did you say that?

he stares at it, but then deletes it, and types again.

did any of it mean anything to you?

his jaw tightens, delete.

sunghoon: went home.

he sends it, immediately. before he can change his mind, before he can think about it too much.

he drops the phone back onto the counter like it suddenly weighs too much, running a hand through his damp hair before turning away from it completely. he doesn’t look at the screen again, doesn’t wait for your reply. he just walks out of the bathroom, the quiet of his room settling around him as he moves to get dressed, his movements slower now, more absent, like his mind is still somewhere else.

the morning feels heavier than usual. not just because of the headache pulsing faintly behind your eyes, or the way your body still feels a little sluggish from the night before, but because something feels… off.

you notice it the moment you step onto campus. the air feels the same. people are walking past you, talking, laughing, rushing to their classes like they always do. nothing’s changed. but something’s missing, and you don’t need to think too hard to know what it is. your eyes drift automatically- down the usual paths, past the spots where you’d normally catch a glimpse of him, where he’d already be waiting or walking toward you without you even texting first, but he’s not there. you press your lips together slightly, adjusting your bag on your shoulder as you keep walking, telling yourself not to read into it too much. maybe he’s just late, maybe he didn’t sleep well, maybe- yeah its time to stop now.

by the time you sit down in the lecture hall, your head still faintly aching, you’re already scanning the room without even meaning to. the seat next to you stays empty. you set your things down slowly, your movements a little more distracted now, your eyes flicking toward the door every few seconds like you expect him to walk in at any moment, slightly out of breath, hair messy, giving you that small, apologetic look before sitting down beside you.

but minutes pass, students keep filing in, the professor starts setting things up. and he’s still not there. your fingers tap lightly against your phone where it rests on your desk. you hesitate for a second. and then pick it up.

you: seat next to me is free

you stare at the message for a second, then add-

you: just in case you’re running late

you hit send before you can overthink it, your phone stays in your hand.

read. that’s it, no reply.

your stomach dips just slightly, but you swallow it down quickly, locking your phone and setting it back on the desk like it didn’t matter, like you didn’t expect anything more.

he’s probably just busy.

the class ends, but the feeling doesn’t go away. if anything, it lingers. you don’t text him again right away. you don’t want to seem… clingy, or weird, or like you’re overthinking something that might not even be what you think it is.

by the time you get to the café, it’s quieter than usual. the familiar space wraps around you easily, the same table, the same spot where you always sit together, where your books are already spread out in front of you like they always are. like everything is normal. except, he’s not there. you glance at the door once. you check the time, he’s not late, not that late. but still, something in your chest tightens just a little.

you: are you coming? you: i’m already here

you hit send, this time, the reply doesn’t take long. your phone buzzes almost immediately.

sunghoon: can’t make it today

no explanation, no “sorry”, no “next time.” just that.

you stare at the message for a second longer than you should, your brows pulling together slightly as your thumb hovers over the screen again.

you: oh you: everything okay?

sunhgoon: yeah. just busy.

you sit there for a second, your phone still in your hand, your books open in front of you, the empty chair across from you suddenly feeling more noticeable than it ever has before. and for the first time, you don’t tell yourself it’s nothing. because it doesn’t feel like nothing anymore. you’re still standing there, your phone is still in your hand.

yeah. just busy.

you read it again, and again. like maybe the words will change if you stare at them long enough, like maybe you missed something hidden between them, something softer, something more like him, but there’s nothing there. just the same flat tone, the same distance sitting in those three words like they don’t belong to the person you’ve been talking to for days, weeks, like they don’t belong to the person who used to text you like he actually wanted to.

your thumb hovers over the screen again, but you don’t type. because what are you even supposed to say to that? your fingers tighten slightly around your phone instead, your other hand pressing lightly against the edge of the table as you sit there, the empty chair across from you pulling your attention over and over again like it’s louder than anything else in the café.

he should be there, he’s always there. leaning back slightly, sleeves pushed up just enough, pen in his hand, looking at you over his notes like he already knows you’re not paying attention. you blink, and the image disappears.  your chest tightens a little at that. you inhale slowly, trying to shake it off, trying to tell yourself it’s not that deep, that he said he’s busy, that people get busy, that it’s normal, that this, this doesn’t mean anything. but it doesn’t feel like nothing.

did you do something? did you say something wrong?

you don’t feel so sure anymore. and that uncertainty settles in your chest, heavy and slow, making it harder to just brush this off as nothing, making it harder to pretend that this distance isn’t real.

your room is quiet; not the comfortable kind of quiet you’re used to, not the one that comes with soft music playing in the background or the low hum of your own thoughts settling into something productive. this one feels… heavy, like everything just stopped without asking you first.

your books are open in front of you, pages filled with notes that should make sense by now, diagrams you’ve seen before, terms you know you went over with him, but none of it is sticking. you’ve been staring at the same section for longer than you want to admit. reading the same sentence again. and again, and again. and somehow, it feels even more confusing now than it did before. your pen rests loosely between your fingers, unmoving, your focus drifting not to the page, but somewhere else entirely. you exhale quietly, leaning back slightly against your headboard, your eyes closing for just a second as you press your fingers lightly against your temple, trying to ease the lingering headache that never really went away after last night. it’s not just the exhaustion, it’s everything else. because now that you think about it, he really did help you. a lot. more than you realized at the time.

the way he explained things slowly, patiently, like he didn’t mind repeating himself until it finally clicked for you, the way he’d notice when you were zoning out and gently pull you back without making you feel stupid for it. the way studying with him never actually felt like studying. your eyes open slowly, drifting back down to the mess of notes in front of you, your brows pulling together slightly as you try, really try, to focus this time. you read a line, pause and try to make sense of it, but your thoughts don’t stay there. they drift again. back to the café, back to his messages. yeah. just busy. your chest tightens slightly. “…right,” you murmur under your breath, though it doesn’t sound convincing.

because if he was just busy, why does it feel like this?

you let out a slow breath, setting your pen down beside your notebook, your shoulders sinking just a little as the weight of it all settles in again. your phone lies next to you on the bed. you glance at it without meaning to, like you’re expecting something, like you want something. even if you’re not sure what.

9:04 pm. yeah well, it feels later than that.

your fingers tap lightly against the mattress as you stare at nothing in particular, your thoughts circling the same questions again, the same confusion, the same quiet ache that hasn’t really left you all day.

was it something you said? something you did? did you-

your phone buzzes. the sound cuts through the silence so suddenly it makes you flinch slightly, your heart jumping in your chest as your eyes snap toward it. for a second, you just stare at the screen. then when you reach for it, and pick it up. you see the name at the top, and your breath catches.

sunghoon.

your breath catches for a second when his name appears. it’s not even a long pause, just enough for your fingers to hesitate before unlocking your phone, like part of you is bracing for something you can’t quite predict. you open the message, and immediately, something feels off.

sunghoon: so it mean nothint hm?

your brows pulling together slightly as your eyes move over the sentence again, slower this time. the words feel… off. messy, like they weren’t thought through, just thrown out. your stomach dips, your fingers move before you can stop them.

you: ??

you send it. and this time, the reply comes almost instantly.

sunghoon: you said it wanst serius ribht sunghoon: jus fun haha

you stare at it, your lips parting slightly. another message comes in before you can even process the first.

sunghoon: get smthn out of me or wgatever

your chest tightens now, the confusion starting to twist into something sharper, something more uneasy as the pieces don’t fully fit, but they’re close enough to make your stomach turn. “…what are you talking about…” you whisper to yourself. your fingers move again, quicker this time.

you: sunghoon are you drunk?  you: is everything okay?

sunghoon: so mow its sunfhoon huh

another one, right after.

sunghoon: not hoon ansmore?

your grip tightens around your phone, your brows pulling together as your heart starts to beat a little faster, not from panic, not yet, but from something unfamiliar, something off in the way he’s talking. because this isn’t just messy. it feels…wrong.

your brows knit together more deeply now, confusion twisting into something heavier, something sharper as you stare at the message, trying to understand what he means, why that sounds like an accusation when it shouldn’t. because you’ve always called him that, haven’t you? your eyes stay on the screen, your grip tightening just slightly around your phone as you reread his messages, trying to make sense of them, but nothing is landing the way it should. the typing bubble doesn’t come back this time. there’s just a pause, a stretch of silence that feels heavier than it should.

your phone starts ringing. you flinch a little at the sudden sound, your heart jumping as his name flashes across the screen again. he’s calling you. you stare at it for a second, like you weren’t expecting this, like you don’t know if you should pick up or not, but you do anyway, bringing the phone up to your ear.

“…hello?” your voice comes out softer than you intended. there’s noise on the other end. not clear, nor steady. just movement, breathing, something shifting. and then his voice; lower, rougher. “…open the door.” you freeze, your brows pull together immediately, confusion washing over your face as you sit up a little straighter on your bed. “…what?” you say, almost instinctively. “the door,” he repeats, a little uneven, like the words don’t come out as clean as they should. “just- open it.”

your grip tightens slightly around the phone, your heart picking up just a little, confusion twisting with something sharper now. “sunghoon, what are you talking about?” you ask, your voice more alert now. “what door-” a sound cuts you off. a knock; soft at first. then again, louder this time. your head turns toward your room door immediately, your breath catching slightly as your chest tightens, your mind trying to catch up to what’s happening. no. there’s no way-

you stand up before you even fully process it, your feet moving on their own as your phone stays pressed to your ear, your pulse quickening with every step you take toward the door. “…sunghoon?” you say again, quieter now. but he doesn’t answer. you reach for the handle slowly, your fingers hesitating for just a second before you finally pull it open. and the moment the door swings wide everything stops, because sunghoon is standing there.

for a second, you don’t even process it fully, like your brain needs a moment to catch up to what you’re seeing, to match the voice from the phone to the person in front of you. his eyelids are heavy, barely open, his gaze unfocused in that way that immediately tells you he’s not fully there, his hair is a mess, falling into his face like he ran his hands through it one too many times, and there’s something else, something that makes your chest tighten. his eyes. they’re red, glossy. like he’s been crying. “sunghoon-” your voice softens instantly, concern washing over everything else as you take a small step forward. “what’s wrong? what happened?”

he doesn’t answer, not really. he just looks at you for a second, like he’s trying to focus, like he’s trying to see you properly, and then he moves. or tries to. he stumbles slightly as he steps inside, brushing past you without waiting, without saying anything, his shoulder barely grazing yours as he walks further into your room like he knows the space, like he’s been here enough times that he doesn’t need to think about it. “hey-careful,” you murmur, instinctively reaching out, but he’s already moving away from your touch, already heading toward the couch. he drops onto it heavily. you close the door slowly behind him, your hand lingering on the handle for a second before you turn back, your eyes immediately finding him again. he’s slouched forward slightly, elbows resting on his knees, his hands hanging loosely between them, his head tilted down just enough that his hair falls over his eyes again.

“hoon…” you say softly, stepping closer, your voice quieter now, more careful. “you’re drunk.” it comes out almost like a whisper, like saying it too loudly might make it worse. he lets out a small, uneven breath at that, a quiet sound. not quite a laugh, not quite anything. “…am I really that easy?” the words land wrong.

your brows pull together immediately, confusion flashing across your face as you take another step closer, your heart starting to beat a little faster now, not from panic, but from something else. something you don’t understand yet. “…what?” you ask softly.

he lifts his head slightly then, just enough for you to see his eyes again, they don’t look the same, there’s something in them—something heavier, something that doesn’t belong there. “like you said,” he adds, his voice quieter now, rough around the edges. “easy.” your chest tightens, because now, now it sounds familiar. “…sunghoon, what are you talking about?” you ask again, your voice more careful now, more cautious, like you’re trying not to say the wrong thing without even knowing what the wrong thing is.

he exhales again, shaking his head slightly, like he can’t believe you’re asking that, like it doesn’t make sense to him that you don’t already know. “you told jake,” he mutters, his words slipping over each other slightly, slower now. “that i’m just-” he stops, swallows. his jaw tightens. “…fun,” he finishes quietly. “not serious. just… something to mess with.”

the room feels smaller suddenly. your eyes close for a brief second, your head tilting down just slightly as the pieces fall into place all at once, heavy and sharp and unavoidable.

jake, of course.

you inhale slowly. a quiet sigh slipping past your lips as you finally understand where this is coming from, why he’s been distant, why he’s been avoiding you, why everything suddenly changed without explanation. “…sunghoon,” you murmur softly. you hesitate for just a second, then step closer. you sit beside him, close enough to feel the warmth of him, but not close enough to fix anything, not yet. the silence stretches between you, heavy, fragile, like one wrong word could break it completely.

he exhales shakily, running a hand through his already messy hair before letting it fall back down, his fingers twitching slightly against his knee. For a second, it feels like he might just stay quiet, but he doesn’t. “then what was it, huh?” his voice comes out uneven, rougher now, a little sharper than before. not loud, but there’s something underneath it. something that’s been building. “all of it… what was that supposed to be?”

your chest tightens instantly. he lets out a small, bitter breath, shaking his head slightly like he’s trying to steady himself, but it’s not really working. “because i thought-” he cuts himself off, his jaw tightening, his gaze still fixed somewhere ahead of him instead of you. “i thought it meant something.” the words land heavier than anything else he’s said. not because they’re loud, but because they’re not, because they’re quiet, and real, and you can hear exactly how much they cost him to say.

“i thought you-” he swallows, his voice catching just slightly before he forces it out again, slower this time. “i thought we had something. like… something real. not just-” he huffs softly, frustrated, shaking his head again. “not just some joke.” your throat feels tight, you don’t know what to say, you don’t even know where to start. because hearing it like this, hearing it from him, like this- makes everything feel heavier than it did in your head, heavier than you expected it to feel.

and when he finally looks at you, it stops you completely. because there’s a tear. just one, quietly slipping down the side of his face, catching the light for a second before trailing lower, and it doesn’t match the way he’s trying to hold himself together, the way he’s trying to stay composed even now. something in your chest pulls tight, your breath catching as your own eyes sting almost instantly, your first instinct rising before you can think it through, to fix it, to tell him it’s okay. but you don’t even know how, because you don’t know what to say that would make this better.

“…hoon,” you whisper softly, your voice is barely there. your hands move before your thoughts catch up, lifting slowly, hesitating just for a second before you cup his face, your fingers warm against his skin, your thumbs brushing lightly under his eyes. you wipe the tear away carefully, like it’s something fragile, something you don’t want to make worse. he doesn’t pull away. if anything, he leans into it. like he didn’t realize how much he needed it until you did it. his eyes flutter for a second, his breath uneven as his hand shifts faintly against his knee, but he doesn’t stop you. your eyes stay on his, searching, softer now, more careful, more aware of every little shift in his expression. you inhale slowly. “…i’m sorry,” you whisper.

“i’m really sorry, hoon… i didn’t-” your voice catches slightly, your brows pulling together as you shake your head just a little. “i didn’t mean it like that. I swear I didn’t.” the words start coming easier after that, but not in a rushed way, just honest. “i didn’t think it would-” you stop, exhaling softly, your gaze dropping for just a second before coming back to him. “i didn’t think it would sound like that. or that it would get back to you like that.” your thumbs slow where they rest against his cheeks. “i wasn’t trying to make you look like that,” you add more quietly. “or… make you feel like that.”

he lets out a quiet breath, his eyes dropping away from yours again, his hand coming up to push lightly at your wrist, not enough to make you move, just enough to create a little space, like he needs it to think. “i trusted you,” he says. it’s not loud, but it lands heavier than anything else. “i told you things i don’t tell people,” he continues, his voice a little rougher now, a little more unsteady. “i let you-” he pauses, jaw tightening, like the words are harder to get out than he expected. “i don’t let people get that close.” your breath stills. because you can hear it now; not just the hurt, but the vulnerability behind it.

“and then i hear that i’m just…” he huffs softly, shaking his head, his gaze still not fully meeting yours. “something to play with? something easy?” his lips press together, his shoulders tensing slightly. “…it feels like you used it against me.” you feel it settle in your chest immediately, heavy and undeniable, your fingers faltering slightly against his face as your expression shifts, no longer just confused, no longer just apologetic. now you understand. not just what he heard, but what it did to him.

your hands lower slowly from his face, not pulling away completely, just resting lighter now, like you’re giving him the space he asked for without fully letting go. “…i know,” you say softly. and your voice is different now. “i know it sounded like that,” you continue, your eyes staying on him, not looking away this time. “and i know why you’d think that.”

“i shouldn’t have said it like that,” you admit quietly. “even if i didn’t mean it that way… i still said it. and it still hurt you.” your fingers curl slightly against your lap, your shoulders relaxing just a little as you let yourself sit in that truth instead of trying to escape it. “i wasn’t thinking about how it would sound,” you add, softer now. “or how it would make you feel if you heard it.”

“i didn’t mean you were nothing to me,” you say, your voice quieter, but steadier. “and i didn’t mean that this-” your gaze flickers between his eyes for a second, searching for the right words. “-was just a game.” you don’t rush the next part, you let it come naturally. “…because it’s not,” you finish softly. your eyes stay on his, even as they start to blur, even as your chest tightens and your throat feels too small to hold everything you need to say. your hands lift again, slower now, more certain, resting gently against his face like before, but softer this time, like you’re holding something you’re afraid to lose.

your breath trembles slightly. “…you’re enough, hoon,” you whisper. “i love you, park” the words come out quiet, barely above a breath. but they land between you like something real, something you can’t take back, something you don’t want to take back. “so much,” you add, your voice breaking just a little as your thumbs brush under his eyes again, catching the tears that keep slipping down his skin. “i didn’t realize how much until you weren’t there today, until everything felt… wrong without you.”

your own tears spill now, slow and warm, tracing down your cheeks as you shake your head slightly, your gaze never leaving his. “i missed you,” you continue softly, the words tumbling out now, honest, unfiltered. “i couldn’t focus, couldn’t think straight, everything just kept going back to you, your voice, the way you explain things, the way you look at me like i’m not completely lost even when i am-” a small, breathless laugh escapes you, shaky, emotional. “i like being with you,” you whisper, your fingers curling slightly against his skin. “i like how easy it feels, how safe it feels… you’re not something i play with, you’re not something temporary, you’re… you’re everything i didn’t expect to feel.” your voice softens even more, almost fragile now.

“i would never use you like that,” you murmur. “not you. not us.” you swallow, your breath uneven as your eyes search his again, trying to make sure he understands, trying to give him everything you couldn’t say before. more tears till slipping down his face, quiet and steady, even as he looks at you like he’s trying to process every word, like he doesn’t fully trust what he’s hearing yet. your thumbs move instinctively again, wiping them away.“…i’m drunk,” he whispers.

a small smile breaks through, even through the tears, your head tilting just slightly as you let out a quiet breath. “…yeah,” you whisper back gently. “i know.” he doesn’t move away, he leans closer. close enough that your breaths start to mix, slow and uneven, the space between you barely there anymore. his forehead almost brushes yours, just hovering there like he’s unsure whether to close that last inch or not, like he’s holding himself in place by sheer will alone.

his eyes don’t leave yours, they search, carefully, quietly, like he’s trying to find something solid in them, something he can trust, something he can hold onto after everything that’s been sitting heavy in his chest. “…don’t say that if you don’t mean it,” he murmurs, his voice low, slower than usual, each word deliberate despite the way they slightly blur together. there’s no anger left in it now, just something softer, fragile. “i won’t be able to pretend I didn’t hear it.”

your heart tightens immediately, not in a painful way, in a way that makes your chest feel too full all at once. your hands are still on his face, your thumbs resting lightly against his skin, and this time, you don’t hesitate. “i mean it,” you whisper back, your voice steadier now, even through the tears still clinging to your lashes. “i’ve never meant anything more.”

your fingers shift slightly, brushing gently along his jaw, grounding him, keeping him there with you. “i’m not taking it back tomorrow,” you add softly, your eyes flicking between his, making sure he sees it—all of it. “or the day after that. i’m not saying it because you’re here right now, I’m saying it because it’s been there and i just… didn’t realize it until i almost lost you.” his gaze doesn’t waver, but something in it changes, just a little. the tension eases, not completely, but enough for you to see it. enough for you to feel it.

your thumb brushes under his eye again, catching another tear before it can fall too far, your touch slower now, more intentional. “…you’re not easy,” you murmur. “you’re not something I’d ever play with. you’re the only person I’ve ever… felt like this with.” your voice softens even more. “and I don’t want to lose that.” you stay there- close, breathing the same air, everything else fading into the background like it doesn’t exist outside this moment.

and then, he leans in. slowly, giving you time, letting you pull away if you wants to, but you don’t, not even a little. your lips meet his softly, its a gentle, lingering kiss that feels more like a promise than anything else, your hand still resting against his cheek, your thumb brushing lightly against his skin as you stay close. and when you pull back just slightly, your forehead finally resting against his, you don’t move away.

a quiet breath leaves him as you stay close, your forehead still resting against his, your fingers lingering softly along his jaw like you’re afraid that if you let go, something fragile between you might slip again. for a moment, he just stays there, eyes half-lidded, breathing slower now, like the storm inside him finally settled just enough to let him feel everything else. a small, almost sheepish smile tugs at the corner of his lips. “…i’m never drinking again,” he whispers, voice low, a little hoarse, the words barely brushing against your skin with how close you still are. you huff out the faintest breath of a laugh, soft and warm, your nose almost brushing his as you tilt your head just slightly, your thumb still moving absentmindedly against his cheek.

“good,” you murmur gently. his smile lingers, but there’s something else behind it now, something quieter. more real. he shifts just enough to look at you properly again, his eyes searching yours the same way they were before, but softer this time. “…wish i could hear you say it while i’m sober,” he adds, voice quieter now, like it means more than he’s letting on, like it’s not just a joke. your hand slides slightly, fingers curling lightly at the back of his neck, keeping him close, not letting that distance come back. “you will,” you whisper. “i’ll say it again,” you add softly, your lips brushing just barely against his, not quite a kiss, just close enough to feel. “as many times as you need to hear it.”

the space between you stays small, almost nonexistent, your hand still wrapped around his like it found its place there and doesn’t want to let go. your thumb moves slowly against his skin, absentminded, grounding, like you’re not even thinking about it anymore, like your body just knows to keep him close. something in his expression softens again, quieter this time, less conflicted and more… certain. not reckless, just guided by feeling more than thought.

his hand shifts slightly, moving from where it rested near yours, sliding carefully along your arm, slow enough for you to notice, gentle enough that it doesn’t startle you. his touch is warm, steady, like he’s asking without saying anything out loud. he moves. guiding you back just a little at first, his other hand coming up instinctively to support you, to make sure you don’t lose balance as your back meets the couch. there’s nothing rushed in it, nothing forceful, just a quiet shift, like gravity pulling you both into something softer.

and then he’s there, hovering above you. he’s not pressing down, not overwhelming, just there, his weight held up by one arm beside you, the other still lingering lightly against you like he hasn’t decided whether to pull you closer or not. his face is near yours again. close enough that you can see the faint flush still on his cheeks, the way his lashes lower slightly as his gaze flickers between your eyes and your lips again, like he’s caught in that same quiet pull. your breathing is softer now, but not steady. because everything still feels a little too real, a little too new, like one wrong move might shift it again. “sunghoon…”

his name slips from your lips in a quiet, uneven exhale, softer than before, almost fragile, like you’re testing how it feels now, saying it like this, with everything that’s changed sitting between you. your eyes search his, slower now, more careful, like you’re trying to read him the same way he was reading you just moments ago. “…we shouldn’t.”

“why?" he breathes it against your skin, then shifts until he's half over you, bracing his weight carefully on his forearms so he can look down at your face. he needs to see you. “tell me why, because I can't think of a single reason right now. I can't think of anything but you." you're looking up at him and your expression is- god, you're going to destroy him.  you're looking at him like you've been holding something back too, like maybe he isn't the only one who's been keeping distance on purpose.

“because," you say, and it's not an answer, and you both know it's not an answer. “you're still drunk.” he traces his mouth up your cheek, the curve of it, your temple, the center of your forehead. he has spent weeks keeping himself from this and he refuses to rush now that he's finally here. every kiss is a confession he doesn't know how to make with words. every brush of his lips says I notice you and I think about you and you're the only person who has ever made me feel small and safe at the same time.

“you're so beautiful," he murmurs against your skin, the words spilling out of him like a secret he can't keep anymore. “do you know that? do you have any idea what you do to me, just... existing?" his mouth reaches the corner of yours and he stops, waits. his heartbeat is embarrassingly loud in his own ears. and then you move first. you're the one who crosses the last impossible inch. you're the one who presses your lips into his, soft and certain, like you've decided something.

your lips are slow, consuming, devastatingly unhurried. like you've thought about how you'd do this and you are not going to let him rush you. he's been kissed before. not many times, but he has, and none of it felt like this, like being unmade.  he matches your rhythm, your pace, letting the fire catch slow, slow and sizzling and inevitable, like something that was always going to happen, like something that should have happened months ago, like maybe the whole weeks has just been them circling this moment and finally, finally falling in. the kiss softens before it deepens again, slower this time, more intentional. your hand stays at the back of his neck, keeping him close, while his slides along your side, hesitant at first, but not unsure. just careful, always careful. but there’s something else there too, something new. something warmer, needier. you feel it in the way he doesn’t quite pull back when he should. in the way his breath catches a little heavier than before, his forehead resting briefly against yours like he’s trying to steady himself—but doesn’t move away.

“…we should-” he starts, but the words don’t finish. because he doesn’t want to stop, not really. you shift slightly beneath him, your fingers brushing down his arm, grounding both of you at the same time. and for a moment, you just look at him. “sunghoon…” you murmur softly. “are you sure?” you ask quietly, your hand still resting against him, steady. “you’re not just… feeling this because you were drinking, right?” he stills at that. for the first time since everything started to blur into feeling instead of logic, you can actually see it on his face again, that hesitation, that awareness.

“i want you to remember this,” you add softly. “all of it.” his gaze meets yours properly this time, clearer, more present than before. “…i’m not that drunk,” he murmurs, quieter now. “i know what I’m doing.” and then, softer “i know it’s you.”

you sit up slowly, your hand finding his again, guiding him with you as you stand. he follows without question this time, his fingers tightening slightly around yours, like he doesn’t want to lose contact even for a second. you lead him toward your bedroom, not pulling, just guiding, and he lets you. when you stop near the bed, you turn toward him again, your hands still lightly holding his, your eyes searching his one more time, just to be sure. he doesn’t look away, not anymore. and when you move closer again, it’s slower than before, because you both know exactly what you’re choosing.

soon enough, iyou’re kneeling between his legs, fingers wrapping around him slowly, teasing, brushing over the slick head and thick shaft as he leans back against the headboard. his chest rises and falls fast, lips parted, eyes dark and heavy-lidded, and the way he’s trembling makes your pulse race.

“ah…fuck…oh shit…” he whimpers, hands gripping the sheets, knuckles white, barely holding himself still.  you lean closer, lips ghosting over the tip, flicking your tongue lightly, eliciting a guttural moan that vibrates through him. he jerks against your hand instinctively, hips bucking just slightly, eyes closing in bliss. “mm…” his voice is a low, ragged whine, barely words, just raw sounds of need and pleasure. you let out a soft mumble of satisfaction and wrap your lips around him slowly, taking him in, hand moving in perfect rhythm along his length, teasing him with a slow, steady stroke. he groans, head falling back against the pillow, fingers tangling in your hair. “f-fuck baby-“

you pull back just enough to swirl your tongue over the tip, suck gently, then push him back in your mouth, slow and sensual. every motion makes him whimper, a soft, broken sound, hips shifting against you, hands sliding down to your hair and face, holding you close, yet not stopping your movements. he’s gasping, whimpering, each sound more ragged and desperate than the last, unable to form coherent words, only letting pleasure escape in guttural, needy noises. your hand keeps time with your mouth, slowly jerking, teasing him, feeling him twitch and pulse against your fingers and lips. he moans again, deeper this time, a shaky groan of need, lips parted, chest rising and falling unevenly.

“mm….sweetheart..” he’s trembling now, hips jerking slightly with each careful stroke, his moans ragged, broken into soft whimpers. you watch him, savoring the way his body reacts, the way he’s lost in sensation, unable to speak, only letting every whimper, groan, and moan betray how good it feels. when you feel him start to falter, you slide yourself off the edge of the bed, letting him shift and flip you onto your stomach, body pressed into the mattress. his hands settle on your hips as he spreads your legs slightly, leaning down between them, head close to your core.

he’s quiet at first, just the faintest sigh escaping him as he buries his face in you, lips and tongue pressing, sucking, kissing, exploring. the only sounds are low groans and whimpers, each one vibrating through you. he’s completely lost, no words, just fully consumed by you, tongue gliding over your folds, sucking and teasing, lips and fingers working in tandem. he murmurs praises every once and a while, low and muffled against you, a small “such a pretty pussy, s-shit..” as his hand presses firmly into your hip, pulling you closer, letting you feel every inch of his attention. he moves slowly, savoring, head buried in you, groaning and whimpering softly, the only sounds the wet, sticky noises of his mouth devouring you, your own whimpers mingling with his. he shifts, curling a finger inside you while tongue teases your clit, soft moans vibrating through him, body trembling, utterly consumed.

“mmph! hoon—oh, oh my—“ you gasp out. he keeps the rhythm slow and deliberate, letting you writhe beneath him, fingers clutching the sheets, hips pressing back instinctively, matching the movements he guides you into. his groans are rough, urgent, lost in sensation, and every whimper from him sends shivers down your spine. you’re trembling too, entirely overwhelmed by the intimacy and intensity of him, the quiet focus, the way he’s completely lost in you, every lick, suck, finger curl calculated to drive you insane. the only sound to your pleasure is the wet, messy sounds of him eating you out, low, ragged moans, soft whimpers, the occasional shaky groan.

by the time you’re gasping, thighs trembling, body slick and flushed, he’s still buried in you, head buried, hands gripping your hips, groaning softly into the mattress, lost in your scent and taste, utterly consumed and speechless, letting every sound be a confession of how good it feels. 

but little do you know, he wasn’t done here.

and that's how you found yourselves on your bed, his head resting against the headboard, mouth slightly open and eyes closed. his hands gripped your hips tightly, fingers digging into your skin, leaving the imprint of his touch as you moved above him. each bounce sent waves of pleasure through both of you, his cock filling and stretching you completely. his muffled moans and whimpers filled the room, blending with the sound of your bodies slamming together. his hips thrust upwards to meet your movements, matching your rhythm perfectly. “look at me,” you murmured through a soft moan, your hands clutching his shoulders for stability as you rode him, the sensation of his hard muscles grounding you.  his eyes fluttered open, revealing deep blue pools clouded with pleasure and desire. they locked onto yours and roved over you, taking in every detail from the way your hair fell around your face, to the rise and fall of your tits, down to the point where your bodies were joined, your core enveloping him deliciously.

“so tight. fuck — yes, jus’ like that,” he stammered, his voice rough with need. his chest heaved with each ragged breath.  “i’m so close,” sunghoon whispered, his voice breaking. his hands guided your hips with a firm grip. up and down, up and down. you felt your walls tightening around him, signaling that you were just as close to the peak as he was. you leaned forward, resting your head in the crook of his neck. the soft, breathy moans escaping your lips against his skin caused a shiver to run down his spine. the heat of your breath, the closeness of your bodies, the mingling of your scents — it all heightened the intimacy of the moment.

with a final, powerful thrust, you reached the pinnacle of pleasure. your hips slowed, following the rhythm of sunghoon’s release as he filled you up completely.  waves of ecstasy washed over you both, your bodies trembling in unison. the room was filled with the sound of your breaths, heavy and satisfied. for a moment, you both stayed still in silence, your hearts beating in sync.

who knew park sunghoon was this good in bed, while being just a little drunk and completely undone.

the air feels different now. a year and a half from the moment you and sunghoon met, everything feels softer somehow- lighter, warmer, like the world settled into something that finally makes sense. the same music hums through the theme park, the same laughter echoes around you, the same bright lights flicker in every direction—but this time, it doesn’t feel overwhelming. it feels… familiar, comfortable. like coming back to something that already belongs to you.

your hand is in his, fingers intertwined so naturally it doesn’t even feel like a conscious choice anymore. his thumb moves slowly over your skin as you walk, absentminded, grounding, the same way it always has. and you’re laughing, again, about something that probably wasn’t even that funny to begin with, but with him, everything turns into something lighter.

“you’re literally lying,” he says, shaking his head, but there’s a smile tugging at his lips, that same soft one you’ve come to know so well. “i’m not,” you insist, even though you’re already laughing again, your fingers tightening around his hand as you try to walk straight and fail miserably. “you are,” he shoots back, quieter now, leaning a little closer just so you can hear him over the noise. “you always do this.” “do what?”

“this-” he gestures vaguely between you, his expression amused, fond. “make things up and then pretend you didn’t.” you gasp lightly, feigning offense, but the smile never leaves your face. “okay, first of all, rude.” he huffs out a soft laugh, shaking his head again, his thumb brushing absentmindedly over your hand. “second of all,” you add, leaning closer to him now, your voice dropping just slightly, playful, “you love it.” his smile softens into something quieter. “…yeah,” he admits under his breath. and somehow, that feels louder than everything else around you.

you’re still smiling when you spot it. at first, it doesn’t fully register, just something familiar at the edge of your vision, but then your steps slow, your head turning slightly as your eyes lock onto it properly.

the photobooth. the same one. the one from your first date.

your grip on his hand tightens instantly. “hoon-” you start, already turning toward him, your expression lighting up in a way he recognizes immediately. he follows your gaze, and the second he realizes- “…no,” he says immediately, but there’s no real weight behind it, just a quiet laugh already slipping through. “yes,” you counter just as quickly, already tugging on his hand. “baby,” he groans lightly, letting himself be pulled anyway, his steps following yours without resistance. “do we really have to go? there’s literally a line.”

you stop just long enough to turn back to him, and give him that look; your eyes wide, your lips slightly pressed together in a way that’s just barely holding back a smile, your whole expression softening into something dangerously convincing. puppy eyes. and he knows it. he exhales sharply through his nose, looking away for a second like he’s trying, really trying, not to give in. “…you’re so annoying,” he mutters. but his fingers tighten around yours anyway, and he doesn’t let go.

you don’t even remember waiting, one second you’re standing there, shifting your weight impatiently, and the next, you’re inside.

the curtain falls shut behind you, cutting off the noise of the park, leaving just the small, enclosed space and the faint hum of the machine. you both look at each other for a second, and then-you start laughing. the timer beeps, and you barely register it. because he’s already leaning closer, his hand finding your waist like it always does, like it’s second nature now, and you’re already leaning into him, your hands sliding up to his shoulders. “we’re not even ready—” you try to say, but it dissolves into laughter when he kisses you mid-sentence. the flash goes off.

your lips meet his again, softer this time, slower, more familiar, but no less full of feeling, no less real than that very first time. “i love you,” you mumble against his lips, breathless, smiling. he huffs out a quiet laugh, his forehead resting briefly against yours. “i love you more,” he murmurs back, like it’s automatic, like it’s something he’s said a hundred times and still means every single one.

another flash. you both try, try, to pose properly this time, but it lasts all of two seconds before you’re laughing again, your hands tangling together, his nose brushing yours. “stop moving—” he says, but he’s smiling too much to mean it. “you stop moving-”

another picture, another laugh, another quiet, soft i love you slipping somewhere in between. when the strip finally prints, you both lean in to look at it together, shoulders pressed close, your head instinctively tilting toward his.

the first photo, blurry laughter. the second, him looking at you instead of the camera. the third, mid-kiss. and the last one, both of you smiling. not at the camera, but at each other.

“…we’re really doing this, huh?” you murmur softly.

he glances at you. “doing what?”

you smile a little, your fingers brushing over the edge of the photo strip. “…a year.”

he doesn’t answer right away. instead, his hand finds yours again, his fingers intertwining with yours like they always do, like they always will.

“…yeah,” he says quietly. 

you both just lean in. your lips meet his in a soft, familiar kiss, the kind that feels easy now, natural, like it’s something your body remembers before your mind even catches up. His hand tightens slightly around yours, his other still resting at your waist, pulling you just a little closer without even realizing it.

you let out a small giggle against his lips. “wait-” you murmur, pulling back just slightly, your nose brushing his as you smile.

“…take off your glasses.”

he huffs out a quiet laugh, already smiling, already knowing exactly what you mean. his hand lifts without hesitation, sliding them off this time, your fingers brushing his as you take them from him. “you’re impossible,” he mutters softly, but there’s no real complaint in it.

you just grin, setting them aside quickly before leaning back in, this time, nothing in the way. the kiss lands deeper, warmer, slower, like you’re both taking your time with it, like you’ve learned how to exist in these moments without rushing through them.

his forehead presses lightly against yours between breaths, his lips brushing yours again, softer now.

“happy one year anniversary, baby.

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﹕﹒★﹒  CASE CLOSE, OPEN HEART.   박성훈

synopsis: You always believed that Park Sunghoon will be a constant presence in your life. He's your childhood friend, your safe place and the one person who knew you better than anyone else. Until he left without a warning. Years later, after acheving your dream of becoming a lawyer, your world was flipped upside down when you find yourself working under him. Gone was the boy you once knew. Sunghoon is distant and unrecognizable, treating you nothing more than an employee. But as old memories resurface beneath your relationship, it became clear that some bonds and feelings were truly never left behind.

pairing: legal associate! park sunghoon x trainee solicitor! fem! reader.

content: childhood friends to lovers, lawyer au, office romance, resolved sexual tension, miscommunications, family issues, emotionally constipated +yearner sunghoon, jealousy, it gets hella worse before it gets slightly better, major angst with comfort, explicit mature content, belly bulge, mild breeding kink, unprotected sex, oral (fem receiving), inappropriate usage of tie, hair-pulling, pussy eating+fingering.

word count: 26.4k.

from author: finally done with this bad boy. this is dedicated to my other twin, my other half and the yin to my yang @lolliloopsy for wanting lawyer sunghoon. this is by far my favorite fic to and it got me listening to sabrina claudio nonstop too. the smut is actually unreadable im so sorry.

mini playlist: freak - doja cat, truth is - sabrina claudio, did we lose our minds - sabrina claudio, tell me what you want - sasha keable, sex with me - rihanna.

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You remembered that fateful, memorable day like it had just happened recently. It was summer and during the brief three months break before classes resumed. Looking back at it, you should have known things weren't as what they seemed on the surface. You should have seen the obvious signs. All because you didn't look properly, even though he was beside you.

You were eighteen back then while your childhood friend was already nineteen. He's no longer a child but rather, a freshly new, pure young adult. Something he wasn't afraid of shoving it into your face the moment it was midnight. Park Sunghoon was nothing but filled with arrogance that never failed to make you wished you could knocked him down a few pegs.

"There you are! I've been looking everywhere!"

You looked up to see Sunghoon stopping before you. His expression faltered at the sight of your red, swollen and watery eyes along with your loud sniffling sounds and how you're biting on your bottom lip to stifle your cries. He sighed, stepping closer to sit on your right on the bench you're seated on. The boy wasted no time in pulling you close to him, allowing you to bury your head in his chest.

He lets you cried and sobbed like a newborn baby, not caring how you're soaking and staining his shirt with your fresh, salty tears. Sunghoon remained silent the entire time, patting your back with one hand while whispering comforting words into your ear. It took you about thirty minutes or so to calm down. When you did, you awkwardly pulled back and he withdrew his hand, resting it on his lap with his eyes scanning your face, searching for any sign of discomfort or lingering sadness.

"What happened?" He asked.

You stubbornly shook your head, keeping your lips sealed shut. Sunghoon sighed, reaching out to rest his hand on your left shoulder to give it an reassuring squeeze. An action that spoke volume.

"Come on, you know you can tell me anything," he gently coaxed you.

You sniffled, raising your hands but the boy was faster. He placed his right hand over yours, gingerly wiping the tears threatening to slip from your eyes. The way he does it was so gentle, loving and caring, like he's afraid of harming you. It's not what friends will do but that's a topic for another time. Perhaps when both of you are fully-grown adults then the elephant in the room will be addressed.

"..Do you think I'm ugly?" You managed to croak out, not having the courage to look him in the eyes.

Silence.

At the stretched silence, you raised your head, ready to change the topic, only for you to pause. You made eye contact with Sunghoon but what caught your attention was the way he looked at you. There was a mixture of emotions—disbelief, pain and anger. Disbelief that you dared to utter those words out, right in front of him. Pain and anger because you chose to believe in someone's words.

Someone that's not him, who will do anything to turn that frown upside down.

"No, gods no," he quickly replied, now cupping your face in his hands.

His thumbs rested on the skin underneath your eyes. It took all of his self-restraint to not do something stupid that could potentially ruined your friendship. After all, Park Sunghoon is nothing but a hopeless fool who is head over heels for you. For a girl who had seen the worst and best of him. For a girl who had became a staple, permanent presence in his life.

He cleared his throat before speaking, features softening—a habit he does whenever he's with you without him knowing.

"I don't know who's been telling you these lies, but they are wrong. They don't know how kind you are to the people around you. They don't know how you're selfless, always putting other people first rather than your own needs. They don't know how strong, sweet and loving you are."

Your eyes widened, lips parting slightly as he starts to ramble, letting out the pent-up feelings that were locked deep in his chest, imprinted in the back of his mind for a long, long time. You stared at him, rendered speechless.

"Sunghoon, I…"

Your voice trailed off, ears and cheeks turning a light shade of red.

"I don't know what to say but thank you," you finished, flashing him a smile, a smile he returned without hesitation.

"Of course, angel. That's what friends are for."

You hummed. "We'll be friends forever, right?"

Sunghoon paused briefly, something unreadable flickered across his face but you didn't see it, too caught up in your own thoughts and the current moment. It was gone when he blinked and he smiled, pretending nothing happened while ignoring the lingering guilt residing in his stomach.

"Yeah, we'll be friends forever. You're my ride and die."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

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"Hello? Earth to (Name)? Anyone home?"

"Ow!"

You yelped when someone whacked your head, snapping you back to reality. You scowled when it's none other than your friend who's also your co-worker at the same time—Choi Beomgyu. He held a rolled-up document in his right hand, looking down at you with his signature, infuriating smug grin that stretches across his face. Your left eyelid twitched, resisting the urge to leap across the table and strangle him to death.

"Jeez, stop glaring at me like that, lover girl. Just because you're working under Sung—"

Beomgyu didn't get to finish his sentence, not when someone purposely and roughly bumped his shoulder against him. You snorted at how he let out a startled yelp, body tilting to the left with his limbs flailing about, like a wild, frantic chicken. Thankfully, he didn't fall and managed to regain his balance, spinning on the spot to throw a traitorous glare to the third person, who slipped in soundlessly.

"Hey! What was that for!? You could've hurt this gorgeous face of mine!" He exclaimed, pointing at his own face and you groaned, making a fake gagging noise in the background and Beomgyu flipped you off without looking at you.

Lee Heeseung—another close friend of yours, merely rolled his eyes and flashed the older man a flat, unimpressed look. "Shut up and get back to work, Gyu. Unless you want to work overtime again."

Both of you snickered in unison at the offended look Beomgyu threw at him, but he knew Heeseung was right. Which was why he turned, muttering a string of curses under his breath as he returned to his desk. Heeseung rolled his eyes before turning to you, with his signature smile now plastered on his face, the kind of smile used to impress his colleagues around him. Also the kind of smile used on simple-minded, hopeless women.

Not you though. Not when a certain someone had captured your heart a long time ago.

"Here's the documents you needed for your case," he said, raising his left hand over the wall of your cubicle, revealing a stack of papers, earning a groan from you.

"Ugh, shooting me with a gun would've hurt less," you complained, accepting them nonetheless as you placed it at the corner of your messy desk.

Heeseung clicked his tongue, shifting to rest both of his arms on the edge of the cubicle, looking down at you from where he stood. Amusement flickered across his doe-like eyes at your reaction. It's obvious he's having the time of his life watching you suffer, much to your annoyance. You would have said or do something, like to flip him off but you felt it before he even entered.

The temperature in the room dropped a notch. Even though the air conditioner was set at a tolerable twenty-four degrees, it felt like it was lowered to nineteen. The previous rounds of hushed murmurs and chatter vanished the moment he stepped into everyone's visions. To say he's a sight to behold would be the biggest understatement of the century.

Park Sunghoon walked in with measured steps, each one unhurried and controlled. His presence alone demanded for space and the room willingly gave it to him. It was either utter obedience or receiving his signature, cold and piercing gaze. A gaze that can sent even the most fearless man running with his invisible tail between his legs.

He's dressed in a perfectly tailored charcoal suit that fitted him well to the core, like it was made for no one else but just him alone. The sharp lines of his midnight blue blazer further accentuated his broad, firm and his oh so reliable shoulders. Shoulders that had been carrying the firm ever since his first day. The crisp white shirt beneath deeply contrasted against the dark tones. Not a single crease or a strand of hair seen or misplaced.

Everything was purely calculated and all according to plan.

His expression remained neutral. Either he was unaware or chose to ignore the effect he has on people. How conversations died mid-sentence. How the sound of fingers flying across keyboards came to an abrupt halt and how even the faint rustling of papers seemed to disappear into thin air. Everyone's eyes were immediately on him, whether they knew it or not.

Seeing him—your childhood friend, the very same boy who never failed to make you feel at ease, to bring a smile on your face, to make you laughed until you were shedding tears, now replaced with someone who you barely knew anymore, did something to you. You felt like you were stabbed in the chest.

He felt familiar and unfamiliar at the same time and you didn't like that at all.

Sunghoon didn't stop walking, not sparing anyone his attention—not that any of them were worthy of his attention in the first place. Heeseung had long scrambled back to his own desk, like the true traitor he is as he left you alone to fend for yourself—

Until he stopped right in front of your desk.

It took all of you to not visibly flinched, to not show any ounce of reaction. Up close, he felt even colder and more unreachable, a feat you didn't think was possible in the first place. For a brief moment, he said nothing. His gaze settled on you, steady and unreadable, like he had became an expert in hiding his feelings.

"See me in my office."

His voice was low, even and authoritative. It's clear he didn't tell you to wait for your reaction. It's clear it wasn't a request. But rather, a demand. A command that you should obeyed, unless you're asking to get fired on the spot. Before you could processed it, he had turned away and walked off, like summoning you was nothing more than another mere, simple task on his to-do list.

It was only when his figure was out of sight was when everyone loosened up, heaving a sigh of relief in unison. Heeseung wasted no time in sliding his chair over to you. His cubicle was only situated on your right, allowing him to move over without any difficulties.

"Oh, you're definitely fucked," he muttered, clearly entertained with him absentmindedly spinning a pen with his left index and middle fingers.

You shot him a look. "Not helping."

"I wasn't trying to help though."

"Fuck you."

"No thank you. Bet you'd love to fuck Sung—"

"Heeseung!"

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After mentally preparing yourself for five minutes along with Heeseung being the helpful friend he is, by laughing at your predicament, you grabbed your trusty notebook that had been stained with tears and caffeine it's a miracle you were still able to use and your pen before leaving. You chose to ignore the "Good luck and don't die!" words Beomgyu shouted at your retreating figure.

Sunghoon's office was located on the other end of the thirty-fifth floor. Yes, the law firm you worked in has multiple floors with a total of seventy-five floors. You remembered you were stunned on your first day, openly gaping at everything around you as you entered, nearly making a fool of yourself by tripping over your feet more than three times in a single day.

You barely recalled nodding your head in acknowledgment at the series of greetings thrown your way from both men and women as they walked past you. You were too caught up in your own mind, many thoughts running through your mind at the speed of light until you sworn you were starting to feel light-headed.

Eventually, you arrived at a particular closed, opaque glass door with matte covering the bottom half and a sign hanging on it. The words stared back at you, like it was mocking you already, as if it knew the reason why you were summoned.

Park Sunghoon's Office.

"It'd be better if it's renamed as Satan's Hellhole instead," you muttered to yourself, wary enough to keep your voice down. You raised your right hand, now curled into a fist and knocked twice on it to announce your arrival.

Knock knock.

Sunghoon's eyes flicked up from his desktop screen, hands going stilled as he was in the middle of typing. One look at you made him nod his head and you entered once you were granted permission, gently closing the door behind him. It's pure instinct for you to clutch your notebook close to your chest in a vice-like grip until the edges crumped up due to your strength, like you want to blend into it, using it as a shield for whatever he had in store for you.

You chewed on your bottom lip, absentmindedly brushing your fingers against the edge of your notebook, unaware of how the man's eyes darkened a shade behind the rimless lenses of his rectangular-shaped glasses that rested perfectly on the bridge of his sharp, elegant nose. Gods, you never expected to see your childhood friend went from a easygoing, scrawny young teenager to… whatever he is now.

That's a man right there, your brain unhelpfully chimed in before adding another sentence, a very fine man, to be exact.

To make yourself feel better, you visualized yourself beating the living lights out of your superior. The very same superior who is seated in front of you, known for being the most cold-hearted, unforgivable and someone who doesn't have any tolerance for anything. When one says anything, they really meant it.

An prime example would be when a poor young woman used to be in your position, only to be fired on her first day when she failed to follow-up with one of Sunghoon's clients. You didn't know much of the details, other than the very obvious fact that he was pissed. One thing about him is that he never raised his voice, which proved to make him all the more intimidating than he already was. He would have lost the trial if he didn't come up with something on the spot but despite his success, he was still enraged and ended up firing the woman.

Nothing more and nothing less.

Ahem.

You snapped back to reality, dryly and loudly swallowing when you noticed Sunghoon had been staring at you the entire time while you were busy imagining punching him, treating him like a punching bag and an outlet to release your pent-up stress and frustrations.

"Are you done daydreaming? If you are, then sit down," he said, voice firm and cold.

Your left eyebrow twitched, resisting the urge to snap, to yell or even better, to throw something at his face as you obliged, sitting on the opposite chair and placed your notebook and hands on your lap, hiding it from his sharp, observant and piercing gaze that never fails to send shivers down your spine.

"Why did you summon me?" You asked, surprisingly able to keep your voice even and steady despite how your fingers were already trembling.

Sunghoon arched his signature thick left eyebrow, like he was impressed by your audacity or stupidity. Or maybe it was both. Whatever it was, it seemed like you had made a wrong approach, with the way he leaned back into his seat, his eyes never leaving your face, catching every micro-expression you made.

"Simple. Because you screwed up."

You flinched—a subtle motion that should go unnoticed by everyone. But not Sunghoon, not when it comes to you. You swallowed, clenching and unclenching your fingers, feeling your palms growing sweaty as every second passed. You didn't say anything and the man pressed on, using his words to push his knife deeper into your chest.

"Judging from the look on your face, you're clueless, aren't you? Fine, let me indulge you."

He paused, reaching for a file situated on the left corner of his desk. He flipped it opened with practiced ease before sliding it towards you. You leaned forward a little to get a clearer look, immediately finding the paragraphs familiar to you.

"Page twelve," he said.

Your hands moved before you knew it, your fingers brushing against the folder as you pulled it closer to you. You scanned the page, eyes darting over lines of text until they stopped. Your stomach dropped, feeling a pail of cold, freezing water being dumped over you from above.

"The clause is outdated. It contradicts the revised terms submitted last week. Terms you copied, if I recall correctly," he went on, observing you closely, like you're his prey that was hopelessly cornered with nowhere to run.

Your lips parted but you couldn't find your voice.

"I—" You startled, faltering for a split second before you forced yourself to speak. "I must've overlooked—"

"You must've?" He echoed, voice and eyes hardening and yet, that same infuriating calmness of his never left his face. "You must've overlooked a critical amendment in a case file I asked you to review?"

You tightened your grip on the paper, teeth grinding down on one another.

"It was a minor section," you protested, despite how you knew he was right. He always was. "The overall argument still stands and make sense. It's not enough to—"

"Not enough?" He cuts you off for the second time, voice cold and firm, just enough to make you and your words feel insignificant. "Are you even hearing yourself?"

Silence.

Sunghoon leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk, his gaze locked onto yours with terrifying, chilling precision.

"In this firm, there's no such thing as minor. All it takes to dismantle an entire case is one oversight. One mistake is enough to question credibility. Or, do you think you're an exception?"

You narrowed your eyes, borderline scrunching the piece of paper in your hands. Sunghoon's eyes flicked down to the paper before meeting you again, his expression unreadable as always.

"I don't. But it's not like I intentionally—"

"That doesn't matter," he interrupted.

As the saying goes, three times the charm. That was the third time he had cut you off and that too, was the final straw.

"I'm still new. Mistakes happen. It's not unreasonable to expect—"

"What? To be excused?" He smoothly finished for you.

You paused, unable to further defend yourself. Because that wasn't what you meant but in the end, it was exactly how it sounds like. Whether you liked it or not. Sunghoon lets his words lingered in the air, giving you both the chance and room to speak, to say something better, to fix the damage.

But you didn't. Or maybe, you simply couldn't.

"…No, but I can fix it," you finally said, in a quieter voice but there was still a hint of defiance.

Something flickered in his expression but it was gone when he blinked. Sunghoon eyed you before leaning back into his chair, removing his elbows from the desk in the process.

"You will. You'll revise the entire section, cross-check every document and have it back on my desk before the end of the day."

Your eyes widened. "That's—"

"(Name)."

The way he said your name, like it's a threat, a warning along with the utter firmness in his voice was enough to silence you. You clamped your lips shut, knowing there was no way for you to make him change his mind. You nodded, shoulders slumping and Sunghoon nodded, raising his hand to push his glasses up his nose.

"Good, you're dismissed. If I don't see it on my desk, you're fired," he finished, no longer giving you his attention as he returned to looking at his desktop.

You gritted your teeth, shooting up from your seat as you stomped out of his office. Manners and respect be dammed at this point. You needed to get out of there or you would've lost your temper, which could potentially cost you your job and the amount of blood, sweat and tears you've used to get to where you are today.

Baam!

You slammed his door shut with a loud, heavy force on the way out, not caring that it came off as rude or how you were gathering stares following you as you returned to your desk. You threw your notebook, pen and the folder onto the desk, not caring that the pen rolled off, falling onto the floor with a series of clattering sounds.

"Fuck," you cursed at the all-too familiar feeling of something warm and damp stinging your eyes, blurring your vision. The last thing you wanted was to have a breakdown at your desk, where anyone can walked in on you resisting the urge to cry right there and then.

You were so deep in your own thoughts that you didn't sense Heeseung's presence, who wheeled himself to your side, eyebrows furrowed with concern written all over his face.

"Hey, what happened?" He asked softly, reaching out to rest a hand on your left shoulder, watching as you shrink, avoiding looking at him.

You shook your head, teeth sinking into the meat of your bottom lip. "..Nothing, it's fine," you croaked out, your voice slightly hoarse and scratchy as you sniffled.

Your friend sighed, having known you long enough to be able to tell whether you're lying or not. "What did he say this time?"

You choked out a watery and broken laugh despite yourself, raising a hand to rub at your eyes, ignoring how you'd come to regret your decision later. "What did he not say this time? It's a miracle he didn't tell me off in front of everyone."

Heeseung frowned, lips pursed in a thin line. "(Name), maybe you should tell the management."

"And what? What do I tell them?" You retorted. "Tell them that oh hi, I want to make a report that working under Park Sunghoon, who was my childhood friend, is giving me lots of stress and because of him, I'm unable to perform well."

"Yes, but—"

"No, Heeseung. You don't get it, it's not as easy as you think. What do you think will happen after I tell them? You and I both know the management isn't gonna do shit. To them, Park Sunghoon is this fucking god and life savior for saving the firm when it was on the verges of collapsing," you continued, cutting him off.

The man stayed silent, mostly because of two things. Firstly, you are right and secondly, there wasn't much he can say to convince you. Not when you had made up your mind. But that doesn't mean he's not allowed to speak freely.

"Then just tell me this and I want you to answer me honestly: do you still like him?"

Silence.

"I don't," you started, the words coming out too quickly and too obvious. "I mean—why would I? After everything he did, after the way he—"

Your voice faltered. The knowing, pitiful look Heeseung gave only made you felt even worse. Because deep down, the both of you knew you were lying and you weren't telling the truth. A bitter, humorless laugh slipped from your lips, running a hand through your hair with your eyes turning glossy under the overhead lights.

"I hate him," you confessed, your gaze dropping to the floor or your shoes. "I hate the way he acts like I'm nothing. Like we're nothing. I hate how he left without a word, like I wasn't even worth a goodbye."

Your chest tightened, something sharp stabbing right through your heart, feeling the heavy weight settling on your shoulders the more you spoke.

"But most importantly, I hate how he looks at me now… like I'm just another person in the firm."

You paused for a few seconds, plucking up the remains of your non-existent courage, despite the fact both Heeseung and you already knew what you were planning to say. What kind of words that was ready to leave the tip of your tongue.

"But despite all of that, I still love him. I really do."

You let out a shaky exhale, shaking your head like you're able to deny it. If only it was that easy.

"I don't know why. It's been years. He's not the same person anymore. Anyone with eyes can see that. He's… not the Sunghoon I knew and maybe that's the problem. Maybe I'm the problem, for wanting the old him to come back to me. And a part of me is still stuck in the past, still loving someone who doesn't exist anymore."

A pause.

Heeseung sighed, the sound itself speaks volume, speaking more than what his words could possibly carry.

"He doesn't deserve you, you know that? You're too good for him."

You weakly nodded, eyes getting unfocused. "I know, but I can't stop thinking about him."

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You chose to skip lunch—much to your two friends' disappointment as they wished you luck to which you waved it off but was internally grateful and spent the rest of the day slaving away on just one document. The one document that cost you your sanity and draining lifespan.

You pulled out the long list of references you used beforehand, cross-checking all of it more than three times. It's a miracle your eyes didn't get stuck in one place with how often you kept looking between two different pieces of papers. You type, delete, type and only for you to delete again. This cycle kept repeating itself as the hours dragged on.

You weren't even aware of your surroundings—of how more and more people were packing up as they get ready to leave, of how the lights of their desks were turned off, leaving yours still on and how the silence was getting louder and louder until it's loud enough to drown out your thoughts. You found yourself entering the zone, now able to rework on it with full confidence—a huge contrast to how you were a few hours ago.

When you were finally done, you leaned back into your chair and stretched your arms above your head, letting out a long, heavy groan as you cracked your fingers. The sound echoed loudly in the office and it was only when you bothered to check the time, was when you realized you had worked overtime.

Again. Not like it's anything new or shocking, considering the nature of your job.

You got up, groaning at your back pain—a sign of your old age, even though you're still in your twenties. Swiping the folder off your messy, clustered desk, you wasted no time in making a beeline to Sunghoon's office. With how late it was, you were the final person to leave.

At least, that's what you thought.

You came to a stop when you noticed the lights in his office was still on from a far. At first, you assumed he must have forgotten to turn it off in his haste of leaving but it was gone when you now stood before his door. You didn't knock and he didn't see you yet, giving you a chance to see (or admire, like the closeted freak you are.) him in his current state.

His tie and blazer was gone with the top two black buttons of his now wrinkled white dress shirt unbuttoned, revealing his pale skin. You briefly remembered how there were baseless rumors when he first joined, with people wondering if he was a vampire in disguise, due to how pale he was. Sunghoon rested his chin on the palm of his left hand, his long and slender fingers curled over his mouth as he absentmindedly tapped his nose.

Whatever he was looking at has him deep in thought. His eyebrows were furrowed, eyes slightly narrowed with him reading whatever was reflected on the screen. His usual neat and tidy hair was slightly messed up, with random strands poking out in different directions. Some even fell forward, hanging over his eyes, acting like a shield.

The sleeves of his dress shirt were rolled up to his elbows, revealing a delicious pair of arms that can make anyone drooled like a nasty dog. You swallowed, ripping your eyes away and looked up, nearly flinching on the spot when you made direct eye contact with him. For a moment, none of you looked away, seemingly entering a staring contest with you standing outside of his office and him seated by his desk.

Sunghoon raised an eyebrow and you took that as your cue to enter, pushing the door open while clutching the folder in your left hand. You stepped in, your footsteps muffled against the carpeted floor and you stopped before his desk. Your superior torn his gaze away from his desktop screen, looking at you with an unreadable, impassive look on his face.

"I assume you've finished it?" He asked, jumping straight to the point without beating around the bush.

You nodded, wordlessly handing the folder over to him. Sunghoon took it from your hand and flipped it open to read. The next few seconds of tense, thick silence felt like eternity. You shuffled your heels on the spot, curling and uncurling your fingers with your hands resting by your sides. You observed him the entire time, trying to read him but it was easier said than done. You had considered yourself as someone good in reading people via their body languages but when it comes to Sunghoon?

You got nothing.

After what felt like centuries when a solid seven minutes passed, he finally spoke up. He held the folder in his right hand, arms crossed across his chest. Every time he shifted or readjusted his position, it caused his muscles to move as well—something you noticed almost immediately, much to your utter frustration.

"This is more acceptable than your previous work," he said, not praising nor insulting you. Just stating a fact, as simple as that.

Normally, you would retort with something snarky of your own but with how late it was, you were too exhausted to argue with him. You simply nodded, turning and was ready to leave when it's clear he wasn't going to say anything else. Only for him to call out your name, stopping you.

"Wait, I'll drive you home."

What?

"…What?" You turned to him, eyes widening and mouth dropping slightly, dumbfounded, like you couldn't believed your own ears.

But Sunghoon was already moving. He shut down his desktop, slipped his glasses off in one fluid motion as he rose to his feet. He swiped his loose tie and blazer off the stand he hung them on, folding them over his left arm and grabbed his bag placed near his chair.

"I'm not taking no for an answer, (Name). It's already late and there isn't anymore buses or trains left. It'd be faster and safer if I just drive you," he pointed out.

You sighed, hating how he was right and obliged. You stepped out of his office, returning to your own desk. You quickly shut down your desktop, shoving your things into your bag and rushed over to regroup with Sunghoon, who was already waiting for one of the lifts to arrive.

There was some distance between you and him—roughly around fifteen centimeters. You busied yourself in checking your phone, catching up on the messages and notifications you didn't managed to read, not when you were busy typing like your life depended on it.

Ding!

The lift in front of you announced its arrival with a soft 'ding!' sound and the doors opened. The two of you entered with Sunghoon pressing on the B2 button before it closed. Faint classical, jazz music started playing, acting as white noise. You had unconsciously moved to stand in the right corner of the small, cramped space, wanting to be as far away as him from possible.

The silence thickened further as the lift came to a stop, doors opening to reveal the car park located at the second basement of the company. You followed Sunghoon as the man walked over to where his car was parked—a sleek, obsidian-black Mercedes Benz S-Class sat under the dim lights. Its polished surface reflects the cold white glow from above.

He unlocked the car with a soft click, walking straight to the driver's seat without sparing you a glance. You hesitated for a second before moving to the passenger side, the door handle cool under your fingertips. The interior was just as pristine as the exterior—black leather, faint traces of a clean, subtle cologne lingering in the air.

All it took was a simple, gentle press of a button for the car to spring to life. The engine purred to life smoothly, barely making a sound as he pulled out of the lot. The city lights and everything else turned into a blur as he drove, slowly stepping down on the gas with the figure gradually increasing until he's driving at ninety kilometers per hour.

Music was playing from the radio as you looked out of the window, not wanting to look him in the eyes. It didn't help that Sunghoon knew your address by heart—something the younger him have very much proudly boasting at the top of his lungs. You dug your short, clean nails into your face, not caring by the fact that you're leaving indents behind.

You should say something. But what can you possibly say in such a tense, awkward situation? There were so many things you wanted to ask but whenever you opened your mouth, it was like your voice chose that moment to give up on you. There were many, many thoughts swirling around in your mind whenever you think back to the past.

How you could have had it all instead of what you're facing now.

Why did you leave without telling me? Am I not worth a text or a simple farewell? Why did you came back as a completely new person? Who are you now? What happened when you moved abroad?

Instead of asking any of those questions—the very same questions that had been lingering in the back of your mind for the past twenty plus years, the only word you managed to utter out was:

"Why?"

Sunghoon didn't react immediately nor did he even spared a glance, like you weren't worth his attention. You furrowed your eyebrows, now turning your head to him. You observed his side profile—his sharp jawline that can make your fingers bleed if you were to trace it, his slightly cracked and dry lips that were pursed in a thin line with his eyes fixated on the highway road ahead of him.

His silence added more fuel to the growing fire residing deep in you and you pushed on, unable to hold it back anymore.

"Why did you leave without telling me?"

A few seconds of silence passed. For a moment, you thought he would ignore you again, how he will pretend he didn't hear you. But you caught the way his grip tightened on the steering wheel. A subtle action that if it was anyone else, they would have missed it.

But not you. You weren't anyone else.

"You're asking questions about something that has already happened," he said in a flat tone, like he was stating a simple, obvious fact.

You stared at him, rendered speechless before huffing out a incredulous laugh. Sunghoon made a turn to his right, exiting the highway as he entered a street you were familiar with—you were reaching home.

"So that's it? You just leave, go off the grid for years and then come back like nothing happened? Is it wrong for me to care about you?"

His jaw muscles twitched faintly and as per always, he remained silent. And gods, his silence is starting to infuriate you further.

"You wouldn't understand," he replied after a beat, now in quieter and more distant tone.

You narrowed your eyes, fingers twitching with the urge to reach out and slapped him. "Then tell me! You can't expect me to understand when you refuse to say anything!"

The car came to a stop at a red light, the glow casting faint shadows across his face. And finally, he turned to look at you and you wished he didn't. Because there was nothing there. No warmth, no familiarity and gone was the boy you once knew by heart, soul and mind.

"I don't have to explain everything to you," he said, the words sharp and deliberate. Sharp enough for you to feel like you were slapped in the face, leaving a stinging, lingering pain behind.

You couldn't speak, staring at him. Your throat tightened, stomach curling and twisting into itself as he turned back to the road, stepping down on the gas when the light turned green. It's crystal clear the conversation has came to an end and you decided to drop it, not wanting to waste any more of your drained energy to argue with him.

The moment the car came to a stop outside your house, you were quick to jump out of the passenger side, unable to tolerate breathing in the same air as him. You grabbed your bag, slammed the door shut on purpose and stomped your way to your house with your house keys held in your left hand.

The door closed behind you and you tossed your bag onto the floor, not caring whether the content inside was damaged or not. You lowered yourself until you were in a squatting position, arms resting on your knees as you cried. You wept like a fresh new widow who lost her husband to the war when that was far from the truth.

You wept for someone who doesn't deserve your tears, time and attention. You wept for someone who no chose to move on from the past, facing the future with a brand new mindset. You wept for someone who could care less about you.

And if you spent the rest of the night sobbing your eyes out, then that's only for you to know and a secret to keep.

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"Welcome home, sir. Your brother and parents are waiting for you in the dining room," the head butler informed him, in lieu of a greeting, bowing at a sharp ninety-degrees with his gloved hands placed in front of him.

Sunghoon scowled, not bothering to conceal his dissatisfaction as he handed his blazer and tie to the butler, who promptly took it from his outstretched hand. He never liked coming back to a home occupied by his parents. It was always something to do with their long, rich heritage of the Park family in the business industry and how they are practically the backbone of most of the companies.

The man turned, heading to the flight of stairs that will lead to the second floor, having no intentions of meeting them, only to stop when someone called out his name, making him froze.

"Sunghoon."

Resisting the urge to outwardly roll his eyes, he turned to face his older brother—Park Jongseong. He felt like he got shot right in the chest, something ugly curling itself around his heart at how the other man wasn't alone. There was another woman standing close to him, a woman with a very familiar face and someone who he knew for a while now.

He stiffly nodded his head to the woman, who returned it with a warm, polite smile as she bowed slightly, one hand on her chest.

"Sunghoon, it's been a while. How have you been?" She asked.

He sighed, moving to descend the flight of stairs until he's in front of the couple with some distance between them. Sunghoon's eyes darted down to the matching rings they worn before flicking up, swallowing the bile threatening to rise up his throat. His features softened slightly—a rare side that only a selected percentage of people were able to see.

"I'm fine, just busy with work. You know how it is, Areum," he answered.

Areum nodded, her lips covered in a thin, glowing layer of lipgloss curled up in a faint smile. "I understand. I heard you've successfully closed a difficult case. Well done, as expected of Park Sunghoon."

Normally, if it was anyone else who uttered those words, they would've received a cold, piercing glare from him. But Areum was different. She's like the older sister Sunghoon never knew he needed. Someone reliable, mature and clear-headed. Well, there is his brother but between Jay and Areum, he often gravitated to the woman instead, mostly because she was much easier to talk to, as compared to the other, who never fails to take the chance to tease him endlessly.

He let out a light, soft and genuine chuckle. "Thanks, Areum. But it's not something worthy of praise."

And Jay being Jay, snorted from where he stood. "Damn, just take her compliment, would you? It's weird watching you acting all polite."

"Jay!"

Areum scolded her husband, reaching out to deliver a light but stinging smack to his shoulder, drawing a pained hiss from him. Sunghoon snickered, all smug and since he's younger than Jay, he playfully stuck his tongue out—acting like how they were when they were young. His brother resorted to scowling from where he stood while resisting the tempting urge to throw hands with his younger sibling.

Ahem.

Their brief playful moment was rudely interrupted by someone pointedly clearing their throat. The three turned to see it was none other than their father. The very same man who owns the estate they are currently standing in and the very same man who built an industry from nothing. People couldn't believed when they find out he's already in his early sixties due to his still youthful look. Unlike the usual man who's seen shaking hands with shareholders, wearing a warm and professional smile on his face, the man standing before his two sons is the real him.

His eyes jumped from one face to another before landing on Sunghoon's, who didn't flinch nor did he backed down from the sudden eye contact. Just like the younger man, his father had perfectly aced the art of mastering and concealing his emotions, not allowing anyone else to decipher how he truly feels.

"All of you, stop fooling around. You're not children anymore," he started, his voice deep, low and slightly rough around the edges and his gaze lingered longer than usual on Sunghoon.

Sunghoon sworn he saw something akin to frustration behind those pupils but it was gone when he blinked. Without waiting for their response, their father turned and headed to the dining room. The three of them took that as their cue to follow him, not wanting to further worsen his mood.

But then again, the man was always in a bad mood. Which gets even worse when he's around his family.

They eventually arrived at the dining room, which was just as imposing as the rest of the estate—spacious, pristine and formal. A long, polished rectangular-shaped table stretched across the center, its glossy surface reflecting the warm glow of the lights hanging from above. High-backed chairs were arranged with perfect symmetry, each one as uncomfortable as the other.

Everything was meticulously set. Fine porcelain plates, neatly folded linen napkins and silver cutlery aligned with exact precision—untouched, like it's for display purposes rather than anything else. The air felt still, heavy with an unspoken tension that no amount of luxury could softened.

Their mother sat on one of the chairs, allowing her to face the doorway as they entered, moving to take their respective seats without hesitation. Jay sat with Areum, occupying the two vacant chairs opposite of his mother while Sunghoon sat beside the older woman. The final chair that was placed at the head of the table belonged to none other than his father.

No one spoke a word for a few seconds before his father broke it, directing his focus and attention to Sunghoon.

"Sunghoon, you'll be getting married in four months."

The words landed without warning, like a bomb was dropped on him out of nowhere. There was no greetings or no small talks before they dived into the main dish. Sunghoon didn't react immediately, going as still as a statue. The only form of reaction he exerted was his fingers tightening against the table.

Beside him, his mother remained perfectly composed and unfazed, delicately lifting her glass of white wine, like they were discussing something as minor as the weather itself. His brother and wife, on the other hand, had the same reactions as Sunghoon. The couple shared a bewildered look and Jay shot Sunghoon a worried look, but the younger man didn't see it, staring at a random spot of the table.

His father continued, not caring about the storm of conflict happening in his mind. "The arrangements have been finalized. Her family are major shareholders of the company and it will be beneficial to both parties."

Sunghoon slowly exhaled through his nose, finally lifting his gaze to meet his father's. "I'm not interested."

The temperature in the room dropped, the air thickening further. His father's expression darkened, jaw tightening as he leaned back into his chair.

"You don't get to decide that."

"I'm not agreeing to this," his son replied calmly but firmly.

For a brief moment, something flickered in his father's eyes. It wasn't surprise but rather, it was irritation.

"No, you lost the right to make decisions for yourself the moment you strayed away from your responsibilities."

Sunghoon frowned but remained silent, knowing what his father was referring to.

"And we let it happened. Your mother and I were lenient, even when you've embarrassed this family, even when you refused to take over the company, forcing Jongseong to do it instead while you flew to another country. And all for what? To pursue something as trivial as law itself," the man went on, his voice sharpening the longer he spoke.

"We gave you years to correct. To redeem yourself. But it's clear you mistook that for freedom."

Sunghoon narrowed his eyes, clutching onto the utensils so tight until his knuckles turned white. It's a sheer miracle on its own that he didn't snap it into half with how strong his grip was.

"This marriage is the consequence of your actions. You will marry her and you will start acting in the best interest of this family. No more defiance and no more selfish decisions," his father finally ended, each word deliberate and as sharp as a knife.

It's clear the conversation has ended, with the finalized tone his father used—the kind of tone he used when he's standing in front of a board of directors in those meetings he kept attending. Sunghoon lowered his head, his bangs falling forward to shield his eyes as their private bulters and maids started serving them their food.

The previous tense dining room was now filled with the occasional clink-clanking of utensils against porcelain plates and bowls. Everyone ate while chatting among themselves. Everyone but Sunghoon. He has no appetite to eat, not after what he was just told. He hated how his mind constantly drifted back to a certain someone, how every time he looked at her, a part of him was tempted to apologize, to tell her how he felt nothing but utter remorse about everything.

About the way he treated her, brushing her and the rich-filled history they had aside, like it was nothing but mere memories. About how he didn't have a choice in the first place. About how he was forced to do this. It was either flying to another country or risked having his parents controlled his life, leaving him under the mercy of them.

And most importantly, about how he was scared to ruin everything if he were to confess the feelings he had been harboring for a long, long time.

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The weekend passed in a blink of an eye, much to every working adult's disappointment and it was Monday again. You paid your surroundings no mind, holding a cup of warm coffee you ordered from the cafe located opposite of the law firm as you entered the lift, getting squeezed to a corner with more and more people entering. You managed to alight at your designated floor but you barely managed to take more than ten steps before someone threw themself onto you.

"What the-!?" You exclaimed, nearly dropping your precious cup of coffee as you staggered, managing to catch your balance.

"(Name), you need to see this!"

Beomgyu said, ignoring the annoyed glare you threw his way. Before you could say anything, he had dragged you to his desk and Heeseung was already there, scrolling through his phone while eating his breakfast.

"What's up with him?" You asked, pointing at your other friend, who threw himself into his seat, opening the Internet browser and started typing something at rapid speed.

"I don't know, he texted me at six in the morning, telling me how I needs to see this as soon as possible. Dude didn't even bother answering my other questions," Heeseung replied after swallowing his mouthful of food.

You chuckled and took a slow sip of your hot coffee. Beomgyu took that moment to finally show you and Heeseung what was reflected on the screen. You moved closer, reading it over his shoulder. What you you didn't expect was to read the bold and large headline reflected on his desktop's screen, staring back at you, mocking and laughing at you.

The color drained from your face. You tuned out your surroundings until they were reduced to nothing but white noise—the murmurs of the people around you, the sound of footsteps back and forth, the sound of fingers flying across keyboards and the rustling of papers. The cup of coffee slipped from your loose grip, landing on the floor with a loud noise and the fragrant, brown liquid splattered everywhere.

Thankfully, your clothes were out of harm's way but the same couldn't be applied to your heels as some had landed on it. You hissed in pain when the hot liquid landed on your bare skin. Your friends were quick to jump into action. Beomgyu was quick to swipe the tissue box off his desk and handed it to you. You grabbed a few pieces, lifting your right leg to clean the coffee stains, watching as the pristine white tissues turned brown as it soaked up the liquid.

You did the same with your other leg while Heeseung picked up your now empty cup, disappearing to the pantry to toss it away before returning shortly with a mop and bucket that he had filled up with water. You were about to take the mop from him but the man shook his head.

"It's fine, I can do it," he waved you off before you could say a word.

Beomgyu rose to his feet, flashing you an apologetic look. "Shit, I'm sorry, (Name). Maybe I shouldn't have showed it to you."

You shook your head, flashing what you hoped was an reassuring smile to your friend. "You don't have to apologize, Gyu. I'll find out about it sooner or later so thanks for the heads-up."

The two men shared a quick glance. Beomgyu was about to say something when an unfamiliar, polite and unsure voice spoke up, gaining everyone's attention.

"Uh, hello? I'm looking for Park Sunghoon."

Who is she and why is she looking for him?

When you saw her, the first impression that came to your mind was how out of place she looked. Not in a bad way that makes her stood out like a sore thumb. It's different from the usual sharp, intimidating presence that fills the firm. There was a softness to her, something almost hesitant in the way she portrayed herself.

Her hair fell neatly past her shoulders in loose waves, a natural shade that framed her delicate features. Her eyes were sharp but right now, they were wide with uncertain and confusion, obviously lost while trying to locate her designated destination. She worn a cream-colored blouse tucked into a high-waisted skirt that fell just below her knees. The outfit was paired with modest heels, simple and refined.

But most importantly, it whispered quiet wealth rather than loudly announcing it to the world.

Before you could say anything or react, one of your colleagues had approached her. He was kind enough to show her the way, bringing her over to your superior's office. Your eyes tracked her movement until she was out of your sight, unaware of how you had even stopped breathing until Heeseung tapped your shoulder, a worried look on his face.

"You good?" He asked.

"Fine," you answered almost immediately, feeling your world tilting as you returned to your desk in a daze, ignoring how Heeseung called out your name.

You sat down, staring at your desktop and before you knew it, your limbs moved before your mind could processed it. You opened a tab on your Internet browser, typing something and tapped the enter button on your keyboard. You clicked on the first link you see, bringing you to an article—the very same article that Beomgyu showed earlier on.

The headline remained the same. The longer you stared at it, the more tempted you were to grab the nearest thing and throw it at the screen, as if that can magically wiped the article away from the Internet.

'Legal Prodigy Park Sunghoon Announces Engagement to Han Seo-yeon, Heiress to Major Shareholder Family—A Strategic Union That Shakes the Industry.'

You've never felt this much pain in your life where every time you inhaled, a part of your heart shattered. Where every time you think about him, tears welled up in your eyes and you have to swallow it down, the motion itself stiff, awkward and painful.

It's times like this where you get reminded that you may still be stuck in the past, replaying the memories over and over, like a broken cycle. But for Sunghoon, on the other hand, he had moved on, choosing to focus on the present and the future. Even if that meant getting engaged to a stranger with no intentions of telling you.

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Knock knock.

"Who is it?" Sunghoon asked, not lifting his gaze to the door as he continued reading the document laid out before him—the very same document that you had gave it to him last Friday.

"A woman is here to look for you, sir. She said she's Seoyeon," his personal assistant informed him through the internal lines.

He paused when he heard her name. "Let her in."

"As you wish, sir."

Shortly after, the woman—Soyeon entered with a warm, friendly smile on her face. Sunghoon sighed, leaning back into his seat as she stood on opposite of him, with his desk acting as a barrier between them.

"What are you doing here? I thought we agreed for no public appearances unless it's necessary," he asked in a deflated tone.

The woman lightheartedly rolled her eyes as she sat down, elegantly crossing one leg over the other while placing her bag on her lap. "I know, but your father was very persistent in forcing me to make a surprise visit to your office. So, here I am."

He scoffed at the mention of his father, tapping his fingers on the polished surface of his desk. "Did you see the article?"

Soyeon nodded, pursing her lips covered in a shiny layer of lip-gloss, in a thin line. "Yeah, my parents must've been the ones to tell the press so they can release it without telling either of us. I'm sorry about that."

Sunghoon ran a hand through his fluffy, black hair as he let out a long, heavy sigh. Faint exhaustion can be seen in his eyes and across his face.

"It's not like they're willing to inform us beforehand."

The woman eyed him with an unreadable look before asking a question that made his blood ran cold. "I saw her just now. She's very pretty."

The man froze for a second, clearing his throat in an attempt to look composed. "Who are you talking about?"

She lets out a light laugh. "You know who, Sunghoon. I'm talking about (Name). I saw her earlier and it's not hard to notice her. She has that charm that draws you to her without you knowing. I think she saw the article too, judging from the horrified look on her face when she saw me."

Sunghoon tongued the inside of his left cheek and his jaw tightened. "Why are you telling me this?"

Soyeon sighed, her tone switching to a rather motherly tone, like he's her son who's still learning about the world. "Because it's obvious you like her. Anyone with eyes can see that."

He flinched, very much like a cat that got splashed with cold, freezing water. "You're imagining things."

"Right, and I'm the president of Seoul," she dryly retorted.

For the rare, few times in his life, the legal associate didn't know how to react nor what to say. He resorted to narrowing his eyes, scowling and sulking like a child. Soyeon chuckled and rose from her seat, now holding her bag in her right hand.

"Anyway, would you like to join me for lunch?" She proposed, looking at him with an eyebrow raised.

"I suppose, as long as it's not French cuisine again," he joked, rising to his full height while removing the glasses he worn, leaving it on the table as he grabbed his keys, phone and wallet from where the drawer underneath it.

Soyeon scoffed but the glimmer of amusement in her eyes said otherwise. "It's not my fault you're a man with no taste."

Sunghoon shot her an incredulous look, moving to open the door for her, allowing her to step out before he followed suit. "No taste? I'd like you to know I've dined in more than ten Michelin-Stars rated restaurants."

"Oh, is that so? Forgive me, my lord, for I must've struck a nerve," she sarcastically replied and Sunghoon chuckled.

Remembering something, Soyeon quickly slipped her hand into Sunghoon's right hand to intertwine their fingers together. The sudden contact and action made him glance at her from the corners of his eyes.

She flashed him a sympathetic, apologetic smile. "We're in public, so we have to sell it."

Something unreadable flickered across his face but it was gone when he blinked. He didn't like this—the arranged marriage they were put up with, how he's practically a pawn in whatever game both families are playing, being used like a tool. The two walked to the lift lobby together, hand in hand and his eyes automatically moved across the sea of people, searching for someone.

And he locked eyes with you.

You were at your desk, fingers poised over your keyboard while you were working on something that probably needs his attention whenever you're done. What made his heart tightened was how your eyes widened momentarily before returning to its usual size, how your eyes darted between his and Soyeon's face. He can practically imagined the loading logo floating on top of your head as you eventually connect the dots.

You were the first to break eye contact, snapping your head back to look at your screen, like you couldn't handle looking at him. Sunghoon dryly swallowed, allowing himself to be dragged by Soyeon as they entered the elevator that arrived at their floor.

If he has the ability to turn back time, he'd do it without hesitation. He'd do it to apologize, to amend the soon-to-be broken bridge between the two of you. And most importantly, to not be the reason for the amount of tears you've shed, especially when it's all because of him.

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"…llo? Earth to lover girl? Anyone home?"

You blinked, snapping back to reality. "What?"

Beomgyu sighed, waving his chopsticks around in a circular motion, speaking after he swallowed his mouthful of food.

"You weren't listening, were you? Lemme guess, you were too busy thinking about that uptight superior of yours. Seriously, I don't get what you see in him. Sure, he's handsome but compare to this," he paused to gesture at his own face with a cocky, arrogant grin that made you and Heeseung rolled your eyes, "that's nothing."

Beside him was Heeseung, who rubbed the space between his eyes as he muttered a string of words under his breath, no doubt saying his prayers. The three of you were currently having lunch at a famous ramen restaurant near your firm. You wanted to turn down the offer at first but your friends were persistent.

They (more like Beomgyu) kept begging and begging until you gave in, having to shush them (Beomgyu) when they let out a triumphant shriek, which brought you to your current situation. You let out a sigh, stirring the noodles in your bowl. You didn't have an appetite and every time your mind went back to seeing the woman and Sunghoon, you felt the urge to vomit right there and then.

Heat crept up the back of your neck with your ears turning red and warm.

"I wasn't thinking about him," you weakly defended yourself but the looks both men sent you said otherwise.

"Right, and I'm the future president. You looked like you were about to faint when you saw her," Beomgyu (un)helpfully pointed out, letting out a pained yelp when Heeseung roughly elbowed him from the side, nearly sending him toppling out of his seat.

You placed your chopsticks down after forcing yourself to take another bite, swallowing it before answering him.

"What am I supposed to think? I didn't expect he'd do this," you confessed, like you were admitting to a sin you committed.

Beomgyu shared a quick glance with Heeseung before speaking up. Unlike before, his voice no longer carries the casual joking and teasing tone. But rather, he sounds serious—an rare occurence that he only used when the time and situation called for it.

"(Name), I'm telling you this as a friend who's been with you for three years: you need to move on."

You visibly flinched, feeling like you were slapped right on your right cheek and getting an arrow directly shot into your chest. You looked down, staring at a random spot of the table as you avoided eye contact. Someone sighed—Heeseung. He reached out, placed his hand above yours and gave it a light, assuring squeeze. You lifted your head up at the action, meeting his doe-like eyes.

"Beomgyu's right. We've seen the effect Sunghoon has on you and we say this out of the goodness of our hearts, if you continue to live like this—choosing to stay in the past, trying to convince yourself or trying to defend him, then it'd only do you more harm than good," he explained in a soft tone, the kind of tone specially reserved when he's oh so gently giving advice to his colleagues.

"I—I wasn't defending him. I'm fine, I really am," you instinctively replied, trying to defend yourself.

The lie sounds hollow even to your own ears. Heeseung raised an eyebrow, never breaking eye contact as he tightened his grip on your hand.

"No, you're not."

Even though he's being gentle, it doesn't soften the blow at all. You furrowed your eyebrows, feeling a flicker of frustration breaking through your facade.

"You don't get to decide that for me."

"I'm not. I'm telling you what I see."

You stubbornly shook your head, withdrawing your hand, the contact feeling too much with his heat lingering behind. "Both of you are overthinking. He's my boss now. Of course things are gonna feel and be weird. That's all there is to it."

"You know that's not the truth," Beomgyu cut in, his tone still serious and unwavering from Heeseung's left side.

You made a frustrated sound, head snapping to him. "Alright, why are both of you acting like I'm some kind of mess? I'm doing my job just fine, aren't I?"

"That's not the point," Heeseung softly pointed out but there was something else behind it. Something heavier and something you didn't want to acknowledge.

"You can function. You show up, do your work, act like everything's normal," he paused for a second before he continued and honestly, what he said next made you felt like you were punched right in the stomach, "but the moment his name comes up, you fall apart."

You parted your lips, opening and closing but you couldn't say a thing. Not when he's right. Not when he's speaking the truth. Not when he has caught you red-handed.

Heeseung pressed on at your silence. "I'm not saying this to hurt you. I'm saying this because I'm tired of watching you hurt yourself over someone who clearly doesn't care the way you do anymore."

"That's not—"

"Then what is it? Because from where we're standing, it looks like you're still holding onto someone who already let you go," he directly asked, not beating around the bush.

Your chest tightened, something twisting into itself painfully as you dropped your gaze to the table, defeated without knowing what else you can possibly say in a situation like this.

"I just…" You trailed off. "It's not that easy, alright? I'm trying. I really am."

"Nothing about love is ever easy," Beomgyu said, his voice softening now, nearly matching Heeseung's.

"We're not asking you to forget and get over him overnight. But you have to try. Really try. You have to stop giving him so much power over you," he continued and what he said next made your breath caught.

"You deserve someone better than him."

Your throat tightened, vision turning blurry around the corners. You rapidly blinked your eyes, trying to keep yourself together, trying not to burst out into tears, at a restaurant during lunchbreak with your friends sitting opposite of you. As much as you wanted to argue and to defend him, another part of you had finally gotten the closure you needed.

That they were right and maybe, just maybe, it is finally time for you to face the future with a brighter and clearer mind.

When lunch was over with you managing to finish your bowl of noodles, leaving the restaurant feeling lighter with your friends walking on both sides of you. Thankfully, no one bat an eye to your red, swollen and puffy eyes as you shrink into yourself, not wanting to gather any unwanted and unnecessary attention.

You returned to the firm, heading to your desk to grab a small pouch that holds your makeup and other necessities as you headed to the ladies to freshen up. What you didn't expect was for you to bump into someone that made you came to an abrupt halt, standing at the doorway. The woman stood before one of the mirrors, fixing her appearance when her eyes drifted to you, making eye contact via the mirror's surface.

"You must be (Name)," the woman said, her voice gentle and warm, eyes glimmering with something unreadable as she screwed the lid of her lipstick back on with an audible 'click' sound that echoed throughout the space.

You slowly nodded your head. "..Yeah, and you're Soyeon."

Sunghoon's fiance.

She—Soyeon, made a sound of acknowledgment, turning around on the spot to face you. She crossed her arms, the nail polish on her nails seem to glow under the lights from above. You caught the way she scanned you from head toe, like she's searching for something. Maybe it's your weakness. Maybe it's the way you're dressed or how you carried yourself.

Whatever it was, she seemed pleased and satisfied, like she had found something she was looking for.

"Yes I am. I've heard a lot about you and it's a great pleasure to finally meet you," she said, pushing herself off the counter she was leaning on, approaching you with her right hand stretched out.

You accepted the unspoken offer of a handshake, out of politeness and nothing else. You pointedly ignored how you were able to feel the smooth, cool surface of the ring pressed against your fingers during the brief handshake, being the first to drop your hand while clutching onto your pouch, like it has some sort of ability to defend you from her.

"Only good things I hope," you replied, the words all awkward and stiff, like you've forgotten how to speak.

The other woman chuckled, cocking her head to the side. The movement caused her earrings to sway side to side. "Of course, Sunghoon couldn't stop talking about you."

That sentence caught you off-guard. You owlishly blinked your eyes, looking at her like she had spoken in a different language or she had grown another head.

"S-Sunghoon talks about me?" You squeaked out, your voice unnaturally rising an octave, your ears and cheeks turning red, feeling unusually warm.

This time, she couldn't hold back her laughter. She bent forward, hands clutching her sides as she laughed—the sound was light, airy, full of joy and whimsical at its finest. You could only stare at her, not quite believing the woman standing right before you is the very same woman who's the daughter of a famous couple—couple who are none other than the law firm's key shareholders.

Eventually, Soyeon calmed down, straightening herself as she wiped the tears away from her eyes.

"Whew, you should've seen the look on your face. That was funny, but yes. Believe it or not, he does talk about you. Although, talking would be an understatement," she said, something mischievous glinted in her eyes.

You were confused, wanting to ask her what she meant by that but the sound of approaching footsteps and hushed voices caught your attention. Hearing this, Soyeon steeled herself and flashed you a warm, friendly smile.

"I'll see you around, (Name). And trust me when I say this: you should talk to him."

And just like that, she walked out without waiting for your response, leaving you standing there, mind reeling from the conversation you just had. The only things you gained from her was more confusion and of course, more questions than before.

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Days stretched to weeks with everyone being busy and swamped away by their never-ending workload. It's one of the peak periods, which meant more time spent slaving away at their respective desks, more time staring at screens until a migraine starts forming. For a certain legal associate who goes by the name of Park Sunghoon, that meant dealing with more cases, ranging from solving easy, simple cases to encountering the most mind-blowing and baffling cases he had seen in his entire life.

Being a legal associate is hard work and it's also a position Sunghoon took pride in. However, the same couldn't be applied to his family. Or more specifically, his parents. He remembered the day it happened—the very same day where he made up his mind to toss everything aside. His family's reputation, his time spent studying something he clearly has no interest in and the amount of money poured into him, shaping him to be the next successor of the company.

The whole thing happened when Sunghoon was nineteen. Not too young to be considered a child but not too old to be considered a fully-grown, mature adult yet. The thought had been lingering in the back of his mind for a few days now. He hasn't told anyone yet, not even his own flesh and blood. He didn't know when was the appropriate time for him to tell his parents.

What he does know however, is they will definitely be against it. Against his sudden, abrupt decision. He can already foresee it in his mind—their stupefied expressions followed by a mixture of feelings—betrayal, horror and disbelief. Betrayal at the fact that he dared to turn his back against his family. Horror at the bold, unexpected move he pulled. Disbelief as they couldn't fathomed the thought of their very own son, daring to go against the long history of a Park refusing to take over the family's business.

Sunghoon had long packed his things, putting his clothes, things and everything else into his luggage and carry-on. He had booked the tickets behind his parents back, using his own money and will be flying off tomorrow, first thing in the morning. The boy stood at the foot of his bed, staring at his opened luggage with an unreadable look on his face. All that left was to tell his parents and—

"Sunghoon? What are you doing?"

His shoulders tensed at the sound of his older brother's voice. He looked over his shoulder, noting the bewildered look on his face, his wide eyes rapidly darting between the opened luggage and Sunghoon. He caught the moment Jay connected the dots, eyes widening further with his lips parting.

Jay closed the distance in no more than five large strides, invading his brother's invisible personal space. He gripped onto the front of Sunghoon's shirt in a vice-like grip, wrinkling the fabric in the process.

"Can you oh so kindly tell me why there's a luggage on your floor and why does it look like you're about to do something reckless?" Jay demanded, his voice low and serious with him barely able to hold himself back from doing something reckless.

Sunghoon remained silent, eyes averted to the side, having no intention of wanting to face his brother. Jay clenched his jaw at the other's prolonged silence, further brunching his shirt between his fingers.

"Park Sunghoon, you better give me a damn good reason why you're doing this or I'm punching you in the face," he warned him.

Sunghoon sighed, reluctantly turning to face Jay. "I'm flying to Australia tomorrow morning, to study law."

Silence.

Jay stared at him, blinking his eyes once. Twice and thrice before his words fully sank in. The grip on his shirt loosened, his hands dropping and returned to his sides.

"..You're leaving? Is it forever?" He asked.

Sunghoon shook his head. "No, it's just for five years and I'll come back once I graduated. I've already booked the flight tickets and managed to get a dorm to stay on campus. Don't worry about me, Jay-ah."

Jay barked out a loud, incredulous laugh, running a hand through his hair. "Don't worry about you? How can you expect me to stay calm when you didn't tell me until now? Why didn't you say a thing? I'm your older brother!"

Sunghoon scoffed and crossed his arms defensively. "And what about it? Not once have you stood up for me when Father kept forcing me to learn about business. You knew I have no interest in it! You knew my heart was never there in the first place!"

Every sentence he spoke, his voice grew louder and louder until he was hollering at the top of his lungs. It's clear as day that he had been harboring these feelings for a long, long time—how he truly felt as the second son of the esteemed Park Family. Jay, on the other hand, stood rooted to the ground, speechless and startled by his outburst. Sunghoon took his silence as the green light to keep going, the lid long removed.

"Every time we bumped into each other in college, you pretend to not see me. It's like I'm some sort of embarrassment to you! What's so embarrassing about wanting something different from someone else? Whenever Father kept pressuring me, telling me that I need to study hard to be as smart as you, I wanted to tell him, to hell with your stupid company! You only cared about your own futures while forcing your son to work away, like he's a tool."

Jay's eyes widened. This is his first time witnessing Sunghoon's pure, raw and unfiltered fury. "Sunghoon, I—"

"No, you listen to me, hyung. I've tolerated him for eight years. Eight. Years. Eight years of listening to that man forcing me to do this and that, without caring what I truly wanted. Eight years of having to obey his words. It's either that or get disowned from the family."

He paused, letting out a humorless and shaky laugh. It's the kind of laughter that one does when they have lost all forms of hope and when they were being forced into a corner.

"So I decided to leave. I don't care if they are against it. I don't fucking care if they want to disown me. Let them do what they want. Nothing they say or do will stop me from pursuing my dreams," he ended his speech, voice firm and filled with firmness. The firmness of someone who had clearly made up his mind.

Silence.

Jay lets out a long, heavy sigh. His shoulders slumped in defeat with resignation written all over his face.

"…You're right, I've been a horrible brother to you. I wasn't there when you needed me, too caught up in my own world. I should've stepped in the moment I saw Father's persistent attempts to mold you into the son he wants. The type of leader he wants. But Sunghoon, for what it's worth, I'm proud of you."

The second son frowned, confused. "About what?"

Jay's features softened, stepping closer to pull him into a bone-crushing hug. He rested his chin on Sunghoon's right shoulder with his arms tightly wrapped around the other boy's figure.

"For having the courage to throw everything aside and to chase after your dreams. I'm sure you'd succeed and just know that I'll always be proud to call you my brother."

To put it shortly, their parents didn't take his decision well to heart—which wasn't surprising in the slightest. The two of them—Sunghoon and his father, argued like their lives depended on it. Hurtful words and creative insults were thrown at one another without hesitation. His father had the last word. What he said made the younger boy nearly see red.

"Fine. You can go but I want you to remember this for the rest of your life—whatever you do next is not your own decision. It will be decided by me and you have no say in this."

It took all of Sunghoon's self-restraint to hold himself back from saying things he couldn't take back, simply turning to stomp out of the room, slamming the door shut on his way out. He didn't sleep that night, spending the rest of the hours tossing and turning while angrily shedding tears, staining his pillow.

Since his flight bounded to Australia is at seven in the morning, he needs to be at the airport by five latest. He left at three thirty, not wanting to spend another second or minute being under the same roof as his father. The entire house was fast asleep—the way he wanted it to be when he leaves for his flight.

He managed to book an Uber and left for the airport with his house getting smaller and smaller until it was out of his sight. And from that day onward, Sunghoon's Father never viewed him with pride anymore. But rather, it was with disappointment and frustration.

"Huh, never thought I'd see you here."

Sunghoon snapped back to reality, pulled away from his train of thoughts when a familiar voice spoke to him. He straightened himself, looked over his shoulder to see someone standing behind him. Someone who he never thought he'd see again. Not when their last interaction was in Australia.

"Jake? What are you doing here?" He breathed out, confused to see his friend standing right before him in the flesh.

The two were assigned as roommates during their five years spent at law school. They clicked immediately. They are the same age, have lots of common interests and it was also thanks to Jake's help that Sunghoon was able to read, write and speak English fluently. Living in a country that's English-only does that to a foreigner. They also made jokes about how they were fated and meant to be, due to how close they grew.

"I'm on vacation and decided to fly to Seoul. Didn't expect to bump into you though."

Jake smiled, his face brightening up along with as he plopped down into the high stool on Sunghoon's right, turning it to face him with one elbow resting on the countertop. The two men are in a bar. There was a live performance happening right now, with a live band playing—the jazz music they were playing does more than enough to set the mood.

The sounds of people chatting with one another, with the occasional glasses clinking and the sound of cutlery scrapping against the plates echoed in the air, making the bar sounds lively. Sunghoon is a frequent customer of this specific bar, to the point where the staff recognized him and already knew what his orders is with one look at his face.

It was close to nine when he entered the bar, mind lagging with his body starting to shut down after working overtime by spending hours reviewing documents followed by him preparing for a trial tomorrow. A trial for a very serious case, to be exact. Sunghoon sighed and Jake heard it, despite how their surroundings were loud.

"What's wrong man? You looked like you got dumped. I saw the news too," he said, pausing to wave the bartender over, placing his order in fluent Korean with a hint of Australian accent before continuing his sentence, "I didn't take you as the type to move on that quickly."

"It's not real," Sunghoon replied without missing a beat, staring at a random spot of the bar counter. He further elaborated when he felt Jake's inquistive gaze.

"What's not real? The marriage?"

He nods his head.

Jake remained silent as the bartender slide him his order, taking a sip from it before placing it back down on.

"What really happened, Sunghoon-ah? You know you can tell me anything," he asked in a softer tone, like he's talking to a stray, frightened cat he stumbled upon on the streets.

Sunghoon sighed, running a hand through his hair. He absentmindedly caressed the sides of his shotglass.

"I didn't want to be like them, working in the business world and taking over my family's company. That's not what I want but my father refused to see it from my shoes. He didn't want my brother to take over, even though he has passion and interest in it. I, on the other hand, preferred to live in the world of law. I ended up going behind my parents' back, booking plane tickets and enrolling into a law school to fulfill my dreams of becoming a lawyer."

He paused, taking another swing of his alcohol, able to sense his friend's unwavering eyes on him the entire time. Sunghoon placed the now empty glass down, waving one of the staff over to refill it again. Jake noticed this, furrowing his eyebrows with faint disapproval written all over his face but he made no move to stop him. Not when it's clear the younger man needed this.

Once his shotglass was full, he wasted no time in downing it in one go for the second time, barely blinking against the strong taste of liquor going down his throat.

"I didn't tell anyone about my choice. Jay found out by accident and we argued. But he knew no matter what he says, he couldn't convinced me to rethink my decision. I ended up telling my parents and obviously it didn't went well. He ended up letting me go, as the tickets were booked. And then…"

His voice trailed off, starting to zone out with brief memories of the fateful dinner playing in his mind. Jake reached out, resting a hand on his friend's shoulder. The mere contact was enough to snap him out of his trance and he continued, shooting Jake a grateful look.

"And then, my father told me he had set me up for an arranged marriage. Her parents are major shareholders to the company, so the marriage will be helpful to everyone. Everyone except me," he sneered, the final word dripping with disdain that he didn't bother concealing.

Jake clicked his tongue. "Damn, that sucks. Thank god I'm not born into some uptight families." He paused when something hit him and his eyes widened slightly.

"Wait, if you're getting married soon, then what about her?" He questioned and Sunghoon knew who he's referring to, even without saying her name.

"There's nothing I can do anymore. She's just my trainee solicitor. Nothing more and nothing less," he retorted, words borderline slurring with his shotglass being refilled for the third time, to which he gulped it down without second thoughts.

"Yikes, that's harsh but is that what you want? To remain as her superior?" Jake pushed further.

Sunghoon side eyed him, the shotglass now being held in his left hand. "What are you trying to say?"

The previous, usual easygoing expression he had was gone, now replaced with something serious—a rare sight for someone like Jake.

"I'm saying, you're being an idiot."

Silence.

Sunghoon scoffed, snapping his head forward. The abrupt motion made his mind spins and he groaned, squeezing his eyes shut while fighting against the sudden dizziness before reopening them again.

"Watch your mouth."

"No, you shut up and listen to me," his friend fired back, voice growing firmer now. "I may not work in the same firm as you but I know you, Sunghoon. I know what you're doing—you kept shutting her down, acting like she's just another employee, like she means nothing when she means everything to you."

He tightened his grip on his shotglass.

"I'm trying to protect her," he replied, but deep down, he knew that was nothing more than a pathetic lie and a weak, feeble excuse.

"Bullshit."

That one, singular word came out as sharp as a knife. Sunghoon glanced at him from the corner of his eyes but didn't say a thing.

Jake exhaled. "You can keep telling yourself that all you want but it doesn't change anything. Not for you and definitely not for her. What you're doing is a fucking coward move."

That got a reaction from him. Sunghoon's jaw muscle twitched, now gripping onto the shotglass while fighting against the urge to throw it at the wall.

"Sim Jaeyun, I'd watch my mouth if I were you," he warned him in a low tone.

"Why? Because I'm right? Because I struck a nerve?" Jake retorted, unfazed and showing no signs of backing down.

"You don't get to treat her like that just because things didn't go your way. She didn't do anything wrong, Sunghoon. If anything, she's the one who got screwed over when you left without a word, only to become someone she barely knew anymore, like you're nothing more than a stranger."

He remained silent, lips sealed shut but his silence was louder than any response. Jake softened, just a little though.

"Look, if you really don't feel anything towards her anymore, fine. Then act like a decent human being with some manners and give her the closure she needs. Talk to her. Tell her the truth."

Sunghoon looked away, choosing to look out of the windows instead. After all, that was easier said than done. If anything, he'd rather take the truth with him, even when he's on his deathbed.

"Don't just pretend she's nothing to you. Because whether you like it or not, she was something. And from the way you talked about her to that look in your eyes, something tells me you feel something towards her."

Jake paused, letting his words sink in before he speaks up again.

"You're getting married. Married. That's a lifelong bond you'll have and it's not with her. Do you think you can survive watching as she moved on, fall in love with someone else who isn't you?"

Sunghoon didn't respond, not wanting to think about that. The thought of you walking hand-in-hand with someone else, someone that's not him, looking at him with your smile—the same fucking smile that never failed to make his heart melt while giving them that soft, tender and loving gaze, was enough for bile to rise in his throat.

He didn't respond, mostly because he couldn't find the words in him to describe the amount of frustration, insecurity and the huge conflict he had been holding for the past few years. But the way he downed the next shot—faster than the rest, said more than enough.

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You were in the comfort of your couch while slurping instant noodles from a pot as you were catching up on one of your favorite shows when someone knocked on your door. It was faint, barely audible if not for the low volume of the show currently playing on the television. You froze, mouth opened, fork hanging in the air as you were about to take another bite of your noodles.

For a moment, you thought you were hearing things. You didn't move an inch and when it's quiet again, you shrugged it off and continued eating—

Knock knock.

Only for it to happen again. This time, it's louder than before. You sighed, placing your pot on the low coffee table before you as you got up, groaning at the numbness in your toes. You headed to the door, making the mistake of not checking through the peephole, unlocked and opened it. Out of everyone you expected, you didn't expect it to be him.

But he's not alone.

"You don't know me but I know you-Wait, that sounds creepy," the man who's clearly struggling to keep Sunghoon standing upright spoke up, only to mumble to himself under his breath.

You were able to detect the faint Aussie accent in his voice and how he strangely resemblances a dog. Or more specifically, a golden retriever. You stood by the doorway, one hand on the doorknob with your eyes jumping from the two men's faces.

"What happened to him?"

You asked, pointing at Sunghoon whose obviously not alright, considering the evident Asian flush he has, his half-lidded, glossed over eyes and how he's half-leaning and half-stumbling on the spot while trying not to fall face-flat into the hard, solid ground or knocked his head against the doorframe. Although, you would pay good money to see that happen.

Not that you'd wished that on your superior. (Spoiler alert: you definitely would.)

The man had a sheepish look on his face. "He didn't want to listen to me and got drunk."

"I can see that. But why did you bring him here?" You deadpanned.

"Because he kept saying your name."

Silence.

Your breath caught, left fingers curling in on itself as it rested by your side. You stared at Sunghoon, watching as his usual cool, composed and collected demeanor was torn down, now replaced with him drunk, body swaying side to side on the spot. This wasn't the superior you're used to seeing at work, the man who kept pushing you away and never failed to remind you of your position.

No, this is just Park Sunghoon in all of his glory. The raw, unfiltered version of him that you've never seen before.

"..I think you got the wrong person," you ended up saying, grabbing onto any last hopes to push him away. Heeseung and Beomgyu's words echoed in your mind—a reminder and a gentle push to the direction you're supposed to go.

The man arched an eyebrow, pulling out a phone—Sunghoon's phone, from his own pocket and turned the screen around, showing the lockscreen—Sunghoon's lockscreen. What you saw made the air left your lungs, like you were punched right in the guts.

It was you.

Not the current you, now employed and working in the law firm. But rather, the you eighteen years ago. The picture of you was taken with you mid-laughing, head slightly tilted back with your eyes crinkled in a way that made them disappeared completely. Sunlight hits your face at just the right angle, all soft and warm. It even managed to catch the stray, loose strands of your hair.

It wasn't a posed picture nor were you looking at the camera. Heck, you didn't even know it was taken.

"…He took this," You whispered, more to yourself than anyone else.

Your fingers twitched at the side. A strange, unfamiliar feeling settled itself in the depths of your stomach as you stared at the screen. You vividly remembered the day crystal clear. It was an ordinary, regular day, just like any other day there is in the year. You spent the entire day with Sunghoon—from chasing one another, to going to playgrounds or parks to walking home together at the end of the day.

But the same couldn't be applied to him. Just because it was ordinary to you, it wasn't to him. The man observed your expression and reaction carefully, something sharp glimmered in his eyes.

"Yeah. He did."

You remained silent, mind spinning with what you just seen. None of this make sense. The man you once knew—the one who looked at you like you were nothing, who spoke to you with tight politeness, drawing the lines between the two of you and occasionally being unreasonably harsh towards you, doesn't match this.

"Still think you're the wrong person?" The man asked in a gentle, knowing tone.

You parted your lips but couldn't find it in yourself to say a single word. Instead, you opened the door wider, moving to the side to give them space.

"..Come in."

The man—who goes by Jake, left after he set Sunghoon down on the couch. His annoyingly long legs nearly knocked your pot of noodles down to the floor if you didn't move it out of the way in the nick of time. And now, here you are—at eleven on what was supposed to be a peaceful Friday night for you to wind down from work, resulted in you getting an unexpected guest.

The guest being none other than Park Sunghoon himself.

It's clear he passed out the moment his head touched the cushion of the couch, falling asleep right there and then while remaining blissfully unaware of his surroundings or the fact that he wasn't in his own house. You stood by the foot of the couch, your show long forgotten as you looked down at the man in pure exasperation.

"Great, what do I do now?" You muttered under your breath, running a hand through your hair, your brain struggling to think of your next move.

You left the living room, shortly returning afterwards with a damp towel held in your hands and a stack of neatly-folded oversize clothes. You moved closer, now standing closer to him as you bend over from your hips, reaching out to gently dap the towel on his face—an attempt to clean him up. He didn't stir much, allowing you to do as you pleased—much to your relief.

However, the relief didn't last long. When you moved the towel down to his neck, the fabric grazing against his sharp, precise jawline, he reacted. One moment you were on your knees. The next moment, you were being pulled upward. You let out a startled yelp, your vision turning sideways as the towel fell from your grip.

You let out a strangled "oof" when your face was awkwardly squashed into his neck with his arms securely wrapped around your figure, locking you in place as he hugged you, like a koala bear clinging onto its mother. Your hands were poised awkwardly in the air, like you're uncertain if you're allowed to touch him or not despite how Sunghoon is literally hugging you like there's no tomorrow.

Your mind blanked out when he pulled you closer, if that's even possible in the first place as he groaned, furrowing his eyebrows, like he's having a nightmare. You moved your head away as you placed one hand on the armrest of the couch while the other on the back, pushing yourself up with your knees on both sides of his thighs.

Your face was bright red when realization hits you at the rather… scandalous position you're in. It's almost like you're about to ri—

"No, this is fucking stupid. Get a grip of yourself," you muttered, wildly shaking your head side to side to get rid of any unwanted, distracting thoughts in your mind.

You picked up the towel, ready to walk away when Sunghoon's hand shot out to grab your wrist. Your shoulders tensed at the mere contact, freezing on the spot. You didn't dare to look at him, not wanting to see him wide awake and looking at you. And despite that, you decided to risk it and sneak a quick peak over your shoulder, only for you to heave a sigh of relief when you're greeted with the sight of Sunghoon sleeping peacefully with his eyes closed.

You reached out with your free, clean and dry hand, ready to pry his hand away from your wrist when you saw his lips moved, almost like he was saying something. Curiosity getting the better of you, you inched closer, bending forward a little to hear him better and then—

"…Don't go…"

The words were barely audible, all slurred, fragile and weak, like they will shattered with just one simple push. You went as still as a statue, breath hitching and your heart did a somersault when his grip on your wrist tightened, just slightly, like he's afraid you might slipped away from him, even when he's asleep.

"…Just… stay… a little longer…"

What?

Your heart stuttered. It stopped beating for a moment when you fully registered the words he whispered. You knew he was merely talking in his sleep—something anyone can do. And besides, he's drunk. But as the saying goes, 'drunk words are sober thoughts', you hated how a small part of you felt hopeful—something you haven't felt for a long time.

"I…I didn't mean to…" He murmured, furrowing his thick eyebrows slightly, too deep into whatever dream he was having. "I thought… it'd be easier for you if I just…"

His voice and words trailed off, uncertainty seeping into them. You hated how you were waiting with bated breath, anticipation pumping through your veins, dying to know what he was planning to say next.

"..I still miss you…"

The silence that followed afterwards was heavy, thick and deafening. You couldn't hear anything else, other than your own loud, rapid beating of your heart that seems to echo throughout the four walls of your living room.

And just like that, everything you tried so hard to bury, to ignore and to convince yourself that the past doesn't matter anymore. Especially when you were about to embark on a journey, to start the slow, long-term process of moving on. All of it was washed down the drain and you've never been this conflicted in your entire life.

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What the? Where am I?

Sunghoon woke up to find himself laying on a couch that was too small for him. He looked around, noting the unfamiliar but familiar walls. The man pushed himself up, only to hiss when his head spins, causing him to stop as he clutched the side of his head, only shifting when the giddiness stopped. He sat up, groaning at the lingering backache from the uncomfortable position he slept in and it then hit him.

He's in your house.

"What the fuck happened?"

He murmured to himself, trying to recall the series of events leading to this but he came up empty. No matter how much he tried to think back, all he got was a blank space, hitting the dead end. Sunghoon clicked his tongue, annoyed at the wide gap in his memory. Before he could ponder over it, he heard the sound of soft footsteps coming from his right.

His muscles tensed up, already knowing who it was without looking back.

"Oh, you're up. How are you feeling?" You asked, acting like everything's perfectly fine and dandy when it's far from normal.

Sunghoon swallowed, clearing his throat as he pointedly faced the front, staring at the outline of his figure reflected on the blank television screen before him. "Better now, still have a slight hangover but I'd get over it. I should get going."

He hurriedly said the last sentence, not wanting to make you anymore uncomfortable. Or maybe, just maybe, he didn't want to give you the wrong idea. The wrong idea that there's something between the two of you. If he listened closely, he can imagine Jake going off at him again, probably telling him off about how stupid he is but he quickly shoved his friend out of the window.

You stopped, now entering his sights and you slowly turned on the spot to face him. His eyes flicked to your direction, only for him to do a double-take when he realized you had dressed up more than usual. Even more than you during working hours. Sunghoon couldn't helped with the way he scanned you from head to toe with his eyes, taking in your figure, forgoing the thought of being subtle.

You worn a soft, form-fitting dress in a muted pastel shade that complemented your figure perfectly, the fabric hugging your waist before elegantly falling to just above your knees. The neckline was modest but the way it framed your collarbones along with a silver necklace resting just above, drew attention without trying.

A light cardigan loosely hung off your shoulders, sleeves pushed up to your arms, giving you a soft and almost effortless look. Your heels were simple, not too high or low but enough to add a hint of confidence from where you stood. Your hair wasn't how it was at work and one look was enough to tell him that you had styled it, with soft waves framing your face, catching the light whenever you moved.

It makes you looked…

Sunghoon swallowed for the second time.

Stunning.

There was no other word for it and he hated how the thought immediately came to him. He's so caught-up in his mini staring game that he wasn't aware you had noticed it. Noticed how his gaze lingered longer than usual. Noticed how his eyes kept flicking down to your lips. Lips that were covered in a noticeable, glossy shade of lip-gloss. Lips that looked kissable.

To be more specific, lips that he wants to kiss.

You frowned at the prolonged silence and how he kept staring at you. "Is there something wrong?"

No. Yes. You look beautiful. Stay here with me. I'm sorry for how I've treated you. Please come back to me.

Instead of saying any of those sentences, he asked a question instead, with the words slipping from his mouth before his still half-asleep brain could processed it.

"Where are you going?"

Silence.

Sunghoon internally cursed at himself the moment it slipped. You paused, body already angled towards the door, only to freeze when his voice pierced through the silence. You looked over your shoulder, confusion written all over your face. And gods, he desperately wished he can just get up, closed the distance and kissed you until you're gasping for air, until you're begging for him and until you didn't want to leave anymore.

But he held himself back, which proved to be a difficult task for someone who always keep his cool. Not when it comes to you though.

"Uh, I'm going out. Why?"

"With who?"

Not when you're dressed like that. Dressed like you're the main character and how you're gonna draw attention from everyone. Everyone who's not me.

He saw the way you narrowed your eyes and how you ran your thumb over your knuckles—something you do when you managed to pick up something about him. Up to now, it felt like you have some sort of hidden, secret ability to read his thoughts. Like you're a mind-reader and honestly, if you truly were, it will make his life so much easier—not that he'd dare to say it out loud.

"Why are you asking?" You fired back with a question of your own.

Sunghoon stubbornly remained silent—his signature move and you scoffed, making a show of rolling your eyes.

"I'm going out with Heeseung. We're gonna have lunch."

The moment those words left your mouth, something in the air shifted. It was small but it was unmistakable. The air thickened, so thick that one can sliced it apart with a mere butter knife. His eyes darkened a shade, now resting his elbows on his thighs with his legs spread slightly. He intertwined his fingers together—to prevent himself from doing something as reckless as kissing you right there and then.

He exhaled through his nose and looked to the side. "Right. Of course."

Even though he muttered it under his breath, you caught it. Of course you did. You swallowed the sudden rise of irritation that shot up when you heard his words. You crossed your arms, tapping your fingers on your arms while boring holes into his head. If looks could kill, he would've died on the spot.

"What's that supposed to mean?" You asked, sounding defensive but you couldn't help it.

"Nothing," he snapped, his tone cold and harsh—exactly how he sounds like in the office.

In a poor, feeble attempt to distract himself, Sunghoon stood up and ran a hand through his messy hair. He looked everywhere but you, like it's painful for him for his eyes to land on you. And to him, it is painful. Painful that you actually put in effort to meet someone. Most importantly, it's another man. He knows you and Heeseung are close, often seeing the two of you hanging out together whenever Beomgyu was too busy with work.

He remembered watching from wherever he was with a tight jaw, a vice-like grip until his knuckles were turning white, as you conversed with Heeseung. Sunghoon couldn't do anything but to watch, like a bystander, as someone made you laughed until you were shedding tears, until you were gasping and wheezing for breath, until your entire face lits up the entire room—

"I wasn't aware you have plans," he added after a moment, his tone forced into something neutral but the tightness in his voice gave it away.

You didn't catch it, too busy trying not to lose your mind at how weird he's acting. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know I'm supposed to report my schedule outside of work to you."

It's clear you were being sarcastic and honestly, you weren't in the wrong. Sunghoon looked out of the window, noting how blue the sky looks today. He hated how his heart tightened with ache at your bluntess, at how you didn't hesitate to stand your ground. But that was one of the many things he loved about you.

"..Right."

He said quietly and he should stop there. Should let you get going but there was another part of him. Another small, selfish part that wants to keep you here, in the same room as him, as long as possible. Forget Heeseung.

"And you dressed up for that?"

A wave of regret hits him immediately after that. He should say something but it was too late. The damage was already done. You gawked at him, mouth wide open with a mixture of emotions written all over your face—anger, frustration and most importantly, disbelief.

Sunghoon sank his teeth into his bottom lip, shoving his hands into the pockets of his pants to hide how he had curled them into tight fists, actively restraining himself.

"What the fuck are you trying to say? God forbid me from wanting to dress up. It's not like we're going on a date," you retorted, shoulders trembling in rage with the flames gradually rising.

Sunghoon glanced at you from the corner of his eyes and looked away. "..Whatever, it's none of my business. Go on. I won't hold you back any longer. I can see myself out."

You stared at him, rendered speechless with his rude, cold behavior.

"Seriously, what the hell is wrong with you!? You should be grateful that I even let you into my house in the first place. If not for Jake, you would've been lying on the streets. But since you don't care about anything other than work and that fiance of yours, what else do I really have to say?"

You sneered, pausing for a second to let the words sink in before you continued, practically spatting them out, like the words are nothing but toxic venom. And Sunghoon can feel your hatred just from those words alone.

"This is the last time we'd be seeing one another out of work. Never ever try and talk to me again. Good fucking bye, Park Sunghoon. You're a fucking asshole and I hope you know that."

You didn't wait for his response, spinning to stomp out of your house, aggressively slamming the door shut with a loud, ferocious force that it's a miracle it's still attached to the hinges. Once you were gone, Sunghoon collapsed into the couch. He covered his face with his hands and groaned, the sound muffled and full of nothing but pure agony.

"What have I done?"

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You started avoiding Sunghoon ever since then but it was easier said than done. The fact that you're working in the same firm is one thing. But the other fact that you directly report to him is another different thing. However, you weren't blind to notice the small but gradual changes about him.

One good example will be when you were pulling another all-nighter, trying to read through the countless and seemingly never-ending case files spread out before your desk. Sunghoon had accepted a case but unlike any other cases, this was probably the most baffling case you laid your eyes on in your entire life.

At first glance, it was simple—just another hit-and-run case. But that was just the tip of the iceberg. It was thanks to Sunghoon who discovered something was amiss when he read through the report, constantly replaying the CCTV footage he managed to get a hold on, again and again like a broken cycle and that's when it hits him.

"Your report is missing something," he spoke up out of the blue.

After sitting in silence for the past few hours or so in Sunghoon's office, you jerked in your seat when he said that sentence, horribly catching you off-guard. It didn't help that you were exhausted as well, fighting the urge to fall asleep right there and then.

"What is?" You asked, confused.

"The accident was reported at 11.42pm but she passed the intersection at 11.39pm."

You blinked, still not following along. You watched as Sunghoon grabbed a pen and flipped the document to the other end, writing down the timestamps in neat, precise strokes. You had to wheel your chair towards his desk to get a closer look.

"There's a three minutes difference. That's barely enough time for impact, panic and escape, especially on a road with traffic lights and cameras."

Your eyes widened when you started to connect the dots. "…Unless she didn't stop."

"She would've had to slow down at the junction, no matter what," he pointed out.

"So the timeline is off," you concluded.

Sunghoon nodded in agreement, locking eyes with you. "Yes, and that it's done by someone else."

For some reason, you didn't look away from him, like you were having your own moment—just like those moments shared between the two leads in a Kdrama. Time seemed to slow down with everything coming to a stop. You caught the way his eyes flicked down to your parted lips. For a split second, you thought he was about to do something reckless but instead, he broke eye contact and pointedly cleared his throat.

"Let's stop here for today. I'll drop you off since it's late," he said, voice tense.

You mutely nodded, moving to pack your things while replaying the brief moment you had in your mind. You weren't sure why but maybe it was the way he looked at you. Maybe it was that certain look in his eyes. Whatever the actual reason was, you couldn't put a finger on it and you shrugged it off, not wanting to think twice about it.

What you didn't know however, was that was just the start. The start of Sunghoon attempting to redeem himself.

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Another example happened one week later, after the trial was successful in Sunghoon's favor. The client—a woman, was on cloud nine, profusely thanking him and you for saving her life. You had to swallow the sudden surge of irritation when the woman boldly embraced him while shedding happy tears. You knew the gesture doesn't mean anything and how she did it out of pure gratitude.

But that doesn't mean you were blind to how something ugly made itself known as it curled around your heart before sinking its claws in. Something painfully similar to jealousy.

You're being stupid. Why are you getting jealous? It's not like you're his fucking girlfriend.

You shook your head to clear your mind of the distracting thoughts, not wanting it to further ruin or dampen your mood. You felt something sharp being lodged deep in your heart when she rested her hand on his arm, fingers spread out, like she wants to touch more of him. The last straw comes in the form of her stepping closer, invading his invisible personal space and how he stiffened—a subtle move that didn't went unnoticed by you, made you stepped forward.

"Excuse me, Mam, we have somewhere else to be, so if you could excuse us," you loudly said, gathering the attention of the people around you as they looked at you with matching curious stares.

You smoothly inserted yourself in between the woman and Sunghoon. To anyone else, it would be an amusing sight—for you're shorter than your superior and compared to him—someone who often goes to the gym twice per week, he gives off the appearance of someone who knows how to handle himself. You didn't turn around to face him, already able to visualize his surprise with how you rescued him.

The woman was stunned, owlishly blinking her eyes a few times, evidently flustered. She then lets out a strangled, forced laughter, pretending everything was fine when it's not.

"Oh, right, sorry about that. If that's the case, then I won't keep you waiting," she said, bowing slightly before excusing herself, walking away with her face bright red in shame.

You spun around, glaring at Sunghoon and scoffed when you made eye contact. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Like what?"

Like the way you used to, back when we were kids.

Your lips remained sealed shut, not wanting nor having the courage to utter those words out loud.

"..Forget it, let's go. We have another case on our hands," you muttered, walking past him with him easily matching your pace. Even when you refused to glance at him, you can feel the intensity of his firm, unwavering gaze.

Maybe it was the trick of the light or maybe your vision is starting to deteriorate but you sworn you saw something akin to softness when you risked a glance at him as both of you walked side by side. If Sunghoon stepped closer until the fabric of your blazers brushed against one another and how you didn't step away, then that was your secret to keep.

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The last and final example took place at a company dinner that took place at a five-stars hotel. Your jaw practically dropped to the floor when you arrived with Heeseung and Beomgyu, unable to believe what you were looking at. Beomgyu was the first to react as the three of you entered the lobby, following the directions provided to one of the major event rooms where the dinner will be taking place.

"Jeez, I know the company's rich but not this rich!" He hissed under his breath, eyes wildly darting left and right, trying to take in the grand and majestic hallways he's in.

Heeseung nodded along. "Yeah, but didn't the email stated the purpose of the company dinner was to thank everyone for their hard work?"

You couldn't help but scoffed, looping your hands through both Heeseung and Beomgyu's arms as you dragged the two men to the designated room, with the guards letting you in.

"Alright gentlemen, let's not talk about work after hours. Let's just eat and enjoy the moment, shall we? Free food is food," you said.

One look around was enough to know whoever was in-charge of the decorations, they had gone over the top. The hall was breathtaking—high ceilings draped with cascading chandeliers that covered the entire room in a warm, golden glow. Floor-to-ceiling windows lined on one side, revealing the city skyline as it glittered like a sea of stars.

Round tables occupied the floor in pristine white linen with each centerpiece adorned with different kinds of fresh flowers and delicate glass ornaments that caught the light here and there. Along the far end was where your destination was, waiting for you—the long spread of food that seems to stretch almost endlessly.

It has everything—from gourmet canapes to full-course dishes plated like pieces of art. Soft classical music instrument played in the background from a live band, perfectly setting the mood and it was loud enough to fill the silence without countering the chatters. Everyone put on their best outfits for tonight's dinner—tailored suits, elegant dresses and polished shoes that clicked against the marbled, polished floor.

Laughter came here and there as people mingled among themselves, talking about everything and anything at the same time. Unlike the usual stiff, tense and fast-paced atmosphere everyone was used to, this was more softer, relaxed and lighter. It felt like a much-needed break to everyone, considering how hard they had worked.

"I don't think insane is enough to describe all of this," Beomgyu continued, grabbing a plate for himself as he greedily helped himself to the wide selection of food, filling his plate up in no time.

You snorted as you grabbed a plate for yourself, walking behind him with Heeseung behind you. "Told you so. Less thinking and more eating. We gotta eat our salaries' worth."

Heeseung laughed, the most relaxed as compared to the two of you as he grabbed some food here and there. "I swear, both of you are unbelievable."

Beomgyu was about to retort with something when a group of colleagues standing nearby shouted his name. He turned to them before back to you and Heeseung, looking conflicted, like he doesn't want to leave the two of you alone. You made the choice for him, shooing him away, like he's some sort of pest.

"Go on, we'll be fine. Just find us whenever you're done," you said.

Beomgyu dramatically gasped, placing his free hand over his chest. "You traitor!"

He exclaimed as he was being dragged towards the group of colleagues who had been eagerly waiting for him, excitedly slapping him on the back. You and Heeseung watched from the sidelines as he effortlessly fall into their conversation within seconds, blending in with them, like the true social butterfly he is.

Heeseung sighed, shaking his head while taking a bite of his food. "Poor guy. Let's hope he's still sober by the time it's over."

You let out a sudden, loud laugh, startling the people around you and slapped a hand over your mouth. "I don't know about that. I think he'd be gone before it ended."

At that, the two of you walked around the room while chatting with other people, exchanging small talks or catching up with colleagues from different departments. It's easy like this—allowing you to temporarily escaped from reality as you chatted about anything but work. It's the kind of conversations that comes naturally, without the weight you had been carrying for the past few days.

Eventually, Heeseung oh so kindly led you to one of the tables for you to sit down, take a breather and relaxed your legs. You practically heaved a sigh of relief the moment you sat down, leaning over to rub at your slightly swollen feet.

"Maybe it was a bad choice for me to wear heels," you complained, straightening yourself as you leaned back into the chair, holding your plate with your left finger while trying to finish the remains on your plate.

Your friend chuckled, diagonally sitting on your left with one leg crossed over the other. "You could've worn sneakers and no one would've bat an eye."

You gasped, shooting him an incredulous look. "That would ruin my outfit!" You gestured to yourself. Just like the other ladies, you were dressed in a dress that fits the guidelines of the company dinner.

It's a sleeveless black dress with the hem reaching just above your knees. The length itself is modest enough but the way it hugged your body in the right areas was enough to gather stares with some daring to look longer than usual. You may not have noticed it—the effect you have but the same doesn't apply to a certain someone.

Someone who had been watching you the entire time, right from the moment you stepped into the room. Sunghoon nearly dropped his glass of half drank white wine when you entered, feeling his breath leaving his lungs. His mind blanked out at how stunning you looked, easily drawing everyone's eyes onto your approaching figure, whether they knew it or not.

That's another thing Sunghoon loved about you—how you're able to capture the entire room's attention without lifting a finger. He watched with a tight jaw, hands nearly snapping the glass into half in his vice-like grip as you were deeply engrossed in a conversation with Heeseung. From where he stood, he was able to get a clear view of how you leaned in slightly to say something into the man's ear, followed by you laughing as you covered your mouth with your hand after he made a joke.

Seriously, is he really that funny?

Sunghoon sulked, downing the rest of the wine in one go, not even flinching when someone threw an arm around his shoulders. He didn't have to turn to know who it was, for there was only one person who dares to lay a hand on him.

"Damn, you're beyond whipped, lover boy. Stop glaring and do something already. Did you remember what I told you?" Jake snickered, earning a nasty, signature side eye from the pale man.

"I know, I tried to make up for it by starting small," he replied, recounting the small, little but precise moments that happened with you to Jake—how he drove you home, how he stood up for you and how he didn't raise his voice at you, point out your mistakes and the list goes on.

His friend whistled, impressed once he was done. "Damn, didn't know the Park Sunghoon is capable of putting in effort in something that's not related to work."

He groaned. "Jake."

"Right, my bad man. So, when are you gonna man up and talk to her?"

Sunghoon went silent, eyes automatically and unconsciously drifting towards you, watching as you were now telling Heeseung something while wildly flailing your arms about like a wild, frantic chicken as you were retelling what seemed to be a thrilling story, judging from the starry look in your eyes and how they were practically glowing.

When was the last time you looked at him like that?

Sunghoon sighed, robotically facing the front while swiping off another glass of white wine from a tray of a passing waiter. He swirled the glass, watching as the colorless liquid sloshed around before taking a slow, deliberate sip.

"…Not yet, Jake. I don't want to mess this up."

Jake rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. "Really? That sounds like an excuse than anything else. You know what it sounds like? It sounds like you're scared. And that you're a fucking coward."

"You've already said it before at the bar."

"Yeah, but it's clear nothing has changed. Which is why I'm repeating what I said before. Park Sunghoon, get your fucking shit together before you lose her. Forever. Once you're married, you can't go back anymore."

"I know that!" Sunghoon snapped. His sudden outburst drew the attention of the people around him but they didn't think twice, returning to their respective conversations.

"I know I'm a coward but what am I supposed to do, huh!? Tell me! How does one even tell someone he truly love and cherish with his entire heart that they are sorry for the things they have done and said? Do you know how painful it was for me to get through every day, when she's so fucking close but so far from me!?"

Jake's eyes widened, cursing under his breath as he looked around, to see more and more people were now looking in their direction.

"Uh Sunghoon, you might wanna lower do—"

"Do you have any idea how much I want to apologize to her, wishing I could turn back time, go back to the past where everything was fine, just like the way it used to be? How I didn't want any of these? How I didn't want anything else but just (Name) by my side? That's all that I care about!"

"Sun—"

"Then tell me, why the fuck am I still standing here doing nothing!?" His voice cracked at the end, louder than he intended—whether he knew it or not.

Silence.

"Sunghoon."

Your voice cut through everything, as sharp as a dagger but it's clear and unmistakably yours. His breath hitched in his throat, fully turning around and there you were, standing just a few feet away from him with an unreadable look on your face. He couldn't helped but wondered if this was how you felt while trying to decipher his feelings but the thought was kicked out of his mind when you approached him, closing the distance in no more than six large strides.

Your hand shot out, grabbed his wrist. The sudden contact made him flinched, startled and his eyes snapped down.

"Come with me."

It wasn't a request but rather, it was a demand—giving him a sense of deja vu. But Sunghoon didn't resist or say anything. He allowed himself to be pulled through the gathered crowd, turning a blind eye to the multiple, curious stares and the whispers following you like a shadow. Jake remained silent, watching from where he stood. He can only prayed that whatever happens next won't end up on the news.

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You didn't stop walking until you reached a secluded corner of the long hallway, until you were far enough that the noise from the dinner event was reduced to nothing but a distant hum. You came to a stop, dropping his hand and sharply turned to face him. Your chest rose and fall, the emotions you had buried for so long were clawing their way back to the surface, threatening to break free.

"Park Sunghoon, what the hell was that all about?" You demanded, your voice low but borderline shaking.

The man—your childhood friend didn't respond. He simply stared at you, like he hasn't seen you in years, like you were something he wasn't sure he was allowed to look at, like you were nothing more than a figment of his imagination. And that whatever was happening right now, is nothing more than a dream.

You clenched your fists, nails digging into your palms hard enough to leave indents behind. "I asked you a question. Answer. Me."

He swallowed. "…You weren't supposed to hear that."

You stared at him and let out a disbelief laugh, the sound wreck, sharp and fragile. "Oh, I'm sorry. Should I have covered my ears and let you yell your feelings out in the middle of a company dinner?"

"That's not—" He stopped himself mid-sentence, exhaling in frustration. "That's not what I meant."

"Then what is it? I don't know about you but it sounds pretty clear to me," you shot back, stepping closer now. Your eyes were glowing with flames of anger, like you're desperately trying to rip the truth out of him.

Silence.

It stretched until you were about to walk away when—

"I'm sorry."

The words were quiet, barely above a whisper. And yet, they hit you harder than any of his previous cold, ruthless words. You froze, heart nearly stopped beating in your chest when you heard it. You thought your ears were playing tricks on you and that you were mishearing things.

"…What?"

"I'm sorry. For everything," he repeated, his voice much steadier this time but it's still packed with the same amount of rawness.

You narrowed your eyes, your fight mode instinctively kicking in. It was one, last and final attempt to distance yourself before you dug a deeper grave for yourself.

"No. No, you don't get to do that now," you said, frantically shaking your head as you took a small step back.

"(Name), I know I don't deser—"

"Don't say my name or anything else. You don't get to just fucking stand there and say sorry like it fixes anything," you interrupted him.

"I know it doesn't fix anything."

"Then why not!? Why now, Sunghoon? After everything you've done. After the way you treated me, you suddenly what? Feel gulity? You think your pathetic apology can mend everything? Can it bring back the past!?"

Your voice cracked, leaving you to shriek and scream at the top of your lungs in the hallway. You no longer cared about maintaining professionalism, not when you're in front of the man who had seen you at your worst and best. Not in front of the man who you came to love with your entire soul, only for him to toss you aside, like you were nothing. Like you weren't worthy.

He flinched—such a small movement but you saw it.

"You're right, I apologize because I felt gulity," he admitted, his voice low and defeated.

Your breath caught.

"And because Jake's right. If I don't do something now, I'll lose you forever. And honestly? That fucking terrifies me," he continued, running a hand through his hair in frustration, messing it up in the process.

The pure, raw and unfiltered honesty made your heart skipped a beat and your breath stuttered in your throat. But you didn't let it show, refusing to show him the effect he still has on you, much to your disappointment.

"You didn't seem scared when you treated me like I meant nothing. Or when I was just another employee," you pointed out, each word deliberate, like you had taken great care to choose them out of the entire dictonary.

"I was a coward."

You blinked, not expecting the sudden confession. "Yeah, you are one. Why did you do that? Why did you pushed me away, looked at me like I'm nothing? Like I'm just another employee?"

The man lets out a shaky breath, the sound itself so painful and raw it made you want to step closer to hug him. But you held yourself back.

"I thought if I do that, you'd be able to find someone better. Someone who deserves your love, your smile, your kindness, your attention and everything about you. I.. I don't deserve you."

You let out a bitter, broken laugh as you felt something warm and salty stinging your eyes, blurring your vision slightly. Sunghoon faltered at the sight of your face and he stepped forward, slow and careful. When it's clear you're letting him move closer, he took another step, one move at a time.

"Who do you think you are?" You croaked out.

The man stilled, looking like a deer caught in headlights. "I—"

"No, shut up and listen. Who do you think you are, thinking that I don't deserve you? What makes you think that way, huh? Did God told you all of those and you decided to went along with it? Willingly? You don't get to make my choices on my behalf," you started, closing the distance to forcefully jab your finger into his chest as you hissed at him.

Sunghoon's expression broke. "(Name)—"

"You don't know what I've been through because of you. I couldn't stopped crying every night after work. I kept asking myself: just when did everything go wrong? Was I the one at fault? What can I do to make up for it? What can I do to make him look at me again, just like the way he used to? No matter how much I think, I couldn't think of anything! You left without telling me and came back, looking like a completely different person."

You paused, letting your words sink in before you continued.

"My friends told me to move on."

This time, it was his turn for his breath to stutter. "..What?"

You weakly nodded your head, tears now freely rolling down your cheeks. Sunghoon's hands twitched, tempted to reach out to wipe them away but he restrained himself. Not yet.

"They said I don't deserve you, that I deserve someone better."

He looked away, jaw tight and clenched. "They're right."

You made a sound of frustration, reaching out to grab his face, turning him so he can see you. "I don't care what anyone has to say! I've already made up my choice!"

"Your choice? Wait, you mean—"

"Yes! For fuck's sake, you're the only person I want! I don't want anyone else but you!" You exclaimed, heaving to catch your breath after you quite and literally, confessed your feelings in a hallway.

Sunghoon stared at you, lips parted, dumbfounded and rendered speechless. "I—You love me? For my personality?"

You rolled your eyes. "Ye—!"

You weren't given a chance to finish your sentence, barely getting the word out when he cut you off by crashing his lips against yours. Sunghoon expertly moved his hands—one hand supporting the back of your neck while the other pulled you in by your waist, until you're directly pressed chest-to-chest.

Your mind blanked out with you stilling in his arms, only for your eyelids to flutter shut as you returned the kiss, sighing into his mouth. He greedily swallowed the sound, shuddering when you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. The kiss was slow and languid, like you're trying to convey your true feelings to one another.

I'm sorry. I really am.

Thank you for choosing me.

Despite everything, it's still you. It will always be you.

I love you. I really do.

You ended up breaking the kiss but you didn't pull away completely, resting your forehead against his with your noses grazing against one another. You opened your eyes, to see he was already looking at you. Unlike before, when his gaze was cold, blank and emotionless, this was full of nothing but pure love and adoration. It's enough for your heart to soar, spreading its invisible wings.

"Really? Did you really mean what you say?" He murmured, eyes darting between your eyes and your parted lips.

You chuckled. "Yeah, I mean it. I love you, Sunghoon."

He groaned, the sound low and dangerous. Hearing it does something to you, making heat pooled in your stomach. You attempted to rub your thighs together but he was faster. Without wasting time, he carried you bridal-style in his arms. You squeaked, throwing your arms around him as he walked with purpose, heading to where the elevators are.

"What are you doing!? Put me down!" You hissed, looking around and thankfully, there wasn't anyone around to see you in such a humiliating state.

He paid you no mind, jamming his finger into the Up button. The lift in front of him opened and he wasted no time in entering. Sunghoon pressed one of the many floors of the hotel. He didn't even wait for the doors to close, already crowding you against the wall to kiss you again. His firm, tall and strong body easily held you upright as he steals your breath away.

"W-Wait-hngh-s-stop-hah," you wetly and openly panted against his mouth. Your hands rested on his chest, fingers straining as you tried to push him away but it's futile, with his strength completely overwhelming yours.

He blindly grabbed both of your hands and pinned them above your head with one hand, holding you in place. None of you cared that you're in an elevator, a semi-public place or how the camera was able to capture every heated moment shared by the two of you. Sunghoon sworn under his breath, his free hand sliding up your thigh, pushing your dress up in the process.

His touch made your skin warm, leaving nothing but a tingling sensation and goosebumps behind in his wake. You gasped into his mouth when he toyed with the hem of your nude stockings, tugging on the thin fabric before letting it go. The fabric snapped against your skin, causing you to jolt on the spot. You sworn you felt him smirked against your lips at your reaction.

Ding!

The elevator came to a stop and the doors opened. Fortunately for you, no one was standing on the other end or they would have gotten the jumpscare of their lives. The two of you tumbled out of the elevator in a mess of limbs, struggling to walk with Sunghoon leading the way. Although, it was easier said than done when he kept kissing you, like he couldn't get enough of how sweet and soft your lips taste.

Eventually, he broke the kiss with a feat of amazing self-restraint, pulling out what looked like a keycard to a room as he stopped before a door. You watched as he pressed the card against the door and a green light lit up. The moment the door was opened, you were yanked into the room, only to be shoved into the door, closing it in the process and he's on you again.

Unlike before, the kiss was more intense, frantic and desperate. His hands were everywhere—greedily touching you in places he wasn't allowed to. Just like before, Sunghoon pushed your black dress up, revealing the stockings you worn underneath it. He boldly cupped you through your underwear, chuckling into your mouth at how you're already wet.

"Look at you, already dripping for me. All from what? Just a kiss? It's all for me, isn't it?"

He hummed, lightly pressing his thumb down on your cunt through the fabric, savoring the choked out whine you let out at the light, fleeting contact. You canted your hips forward, craving more friction but to your utter frustration, he dropped his hand. He pried your lips apart with his skillful tongue, exploring every inch of your warm mouth, ensuring nothing was left untouched.

Your legs buckled, threatening to give way when he gave a harsh suck on your tongue, the sound seemingly loud and lewd in the quiet hotel room. It made your ears turned red. Sunghoon easily lifted you up, maneuvering you to the bed. He placed you down on the pristine white, soft linen sheets with utter care and gentlness that it made your heart stuttered.

You whined, blindly tugging on the blazer of his suit as he hovered over you, careful to not crush you with his weight.

"Off. Take it off," you pleaded.

He chuckled. "Since you asked so nicely."

He withdrew from you, long and slender fingers making quick work of the buttons of his blazer. You pushed yourself up, aiding him in it while ignoring how your hands were borderline trembling. Thankfully, he didn't comment on it. Once the final button was unbuttoned, Sunghoon carelessly chucked it aside. He unknot the tie, ready to throw it to the floor when he paused, an invisible lightbulb going off in his mind.

"Mind if I try something?" He asked, holding the now long, black fabric in his left hand.

You nodded, granting him permission. He scooted closer, grabbed your wrists, telling you to hold them together and you obeyed. Your breath caught when he tied the black fabric around your wrists, binding them together. Once he's done, he observed your face, trying to search for any signs of discomfort.

"Is it too tight?" He questioned, genuinely concerned.

"No, it's perfect."

He nodded. "Let me know if anything hurts, alright? Green's to continue and red's to stop."

"Got it."

The moment those words left your mouth, the switch was instant. His eyes darkened a shade as he pushed you back until you were lying flat on your back. You watched, unable to look away as he unbuttoned the buttons of his white dress shirt at a slow, teasing pace. You squirmed about on the sheets. Now that your wrists were tied together, you couldn't do anything, only able to helplessly watched while you're dripping nonstop.

Sunghoon chuckled, the sound low, mean and degrading at how your reactions. "Aw, what's wrong, princess? Need something?"

You let out a pathetic keen—barely able to recognize your own voice. "P-Please."

"Please what? C'mon, use your words and tell me, baby. I'm not a mind reader," he drawled, finally unbuttoning the last button and shedded the dress shirt, leaving him shirtless.

Your eyes moved, shamelessly oogling him in all of his glory, drinking in his toned chest and the very solid abs he got—results from his hard work at the gym. Sunghoon caught you eye-fucking him. Of course he did. He didn't say anything but the way he smirked was enough. He made quick work of the rest of his pants and boxers, leaving him completely bare while you were still fully clothed, unable to lay your hands on him.

You instinctively looked down, nervously swallowing when you saw his cock. And wow, it's huge. You never knew your childhood friend can be packing down there, hiding and growing a third leg but you can only assumed puberty must have hit him like a truck. The mushroomy tip had already turned a ferocious shade of red due to the lack of attention and neglection. Heck, there was even a bead of precum on the tip that glistened under the dim lights.

You attempted to close your legs but Sunghoon moved. His large hands grabbed both of your thighs, his fingers touching as he held you down, forcing you to spread and present yourself before him. Even though you still have your clothes on, you couldn't helped but feel small under his intense, unwavering gaze.

"P-Please touch me," you whimpered and who was he to deny you?

Sunghoon groaned, wasting no time in removing your clothes from your body, tossing all of them to the floor—ending up in the same fate as his own clothes. Although, the same couldn't be applied to your stockings as he ripped them into shreds instead, too impatient to roll them off your legs. Now that you were completely bare, he had to pause to drink in the sight, almost wishing he can imprint this gorgeous scene into his mind.

Your lipstick was already smudged and nearly wiped off due to the intense make-out session you had. Your hair was spread out like a halo on the pillow, making you looked like an angel. Your lips was swollen and bruised, eyes dazed and slightly glossy as you stared at him, wanting him to do something already.

"Fuck, you're so gorgeous. I can't believe you're mine now," he breathed out, sounding in awe and somehow, that made your breath caught.

He didn't give you time to recover, shifting down until he's on his stomach and dived in. Sunghoon started with a flat stripe up your dripping, aching cunt. The first contact has your mind spinning, nearly making you see the white pearly gates of heaven. You cried out, the sound raw and was ripped from the depth of your throat.

He licked you open with his tongue. Each swipe was slow, deliberate and full of purpose. Your thighs trembled in his grip as you jerked your hips forward, pushing yourself into his mouth. He groaned in appreciation, face buried deep in your leaking pussy. The vibration traveled through your body, drawing a loud and shameless moan from you.

He continued working you open, eventually pushing his tongue inside you. The sudden intrustion of the wet, slimey and slippery muscle made stars explode in your vision. Your back arched off the back, creating an amazing arch that could put even the crescent moon to shame. Your tied wrists were hanging over your head, leaving you helpless and vulnerable to his assault.

"Oh fuck. Hngh, d-don't stop-" You moaned, eyes rolling to the back of your head when he slides two of his long, slender fingers in, moving them in a scissors-like motion, spreading you open and preparing you for what's to come.

"Shit, you taste divine, baby. Could stay here forever and eat this pussy for every meal. Forget food when I can have a five-stars meal here," he growled, his voice vibrating through you.

You've never heard him like this—all pent-up as he gets drunk on your slick, sounds and body. The thought of that was enough to make you rocked your hips against his mouth and Sunghoon lets you do it, letting you ride his tongue. He continued to finger you while fucking you with his tongue.

The double pentration drew a series of angelic, sinful sounds from you. Sounds that you never thought you were capable of making. You can feel your climax coming, with how the pressure kept building as it coiled tighter and tighter in your stomach, like a rubberband being stretched to its limit—

Only for him to pull out, both fingers and tongue.

"Wha—"

"Can't have you cumming on my fingers and mouth. I'd rather have you cum on my cock instead."

Maybe it's the way he said it without hesitation. Maybe it's how firm he is, knowing the effect he has on you. Maybe it's the determined and desired look in his eyes. Whatever it was, it drew an soft, involuntary and needy whine from you. Sunghoon situated himself in between your legs. He aligned himself against your entrance and slowly pushes in.

You felt his mushroomy tip breaching past your folds, sinking deeper and deeper until he eventually bottomed out, buried to the hilt. Your mouth dropped open, forming an "O" shape. You felt impossibly full, like you were being split apart on his cock. Heck, you sworn you could feel him hitting the back of your throat, with how deep he is inside you.

Sunghoon fisted the sheets, twisting them between his fingers while resisting the tempting urge to just pound you six ways into heaven. He doesn't want you to feel uncomfortable and gods, if anything happen to you, he wouldn't know how to continue living after that.

"C-Can't-" You choked out, your pussy being stretched obscenly wide to accomdate to the huge grith of his cock.

He was quick to reassure you. "Shh, it's okay, princess. Just take a deep breath for me, alright? And then breathe out."

You copied him, managing to calm down. Sunghoon took that as his cue to move, pulling out until only the tip was still inside you before sheathing himself back in.

"Fuck!"

You moaned, wrists evidently straining against the temporary bondage as he repeats the movement, setting an even pace. He thrusted into you whole holding himself upright with just his hands. Sunghoon gritted his teeth at how you kept sucking him in, how there was close to no resistance at every thrust.

The hotel room was filled with the lewd, obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin, his balls slapping against your inner thighs along with your pleasured moans that gradually get higher and higher. Until he had to duck his head, muffling it by kissing you while swallowing it down his own throat, treating it like an offering from the Gods themselves.

With your lips still interlocked, Sunghoon slung your legs around his waist as he bends you forward, putting you in a mating press. The new position allowed him to hit deeper. You sworn you can feel his tip constantly kissing the entrance to your womb. You couldn't keep up with the kiss, simply moaning and babbling incoherent words that sounded a lot like "more", "please" and "Sunghoon".

Whatever it was, it seemed to do the trick on him. Your bodies were covered in a layer of sweat with salty droplets rolling down his back. Some even landed on the sheets as they trickled down his face. He glanced down, his thrusts faltering mid-motion when he saw a bump on your stomach. A bump made by him, due to how big he is.

He moved his left hand and pressed down on it.

His action elicited a high-pitched keen from you which to him, it was the most delicious sound he has ever heard from you. Sunghoon's mind spins, starting to spiral as he began to wonder: how will you look when you carry his children in the future? How will you treat them?

The thoughts kept flooding his mind and with the newfound vigor, he ruthlessly pounded into you like a madman. You whimpered at the sudden change of speed, body going limp against the sheets as you struggled.

"Gonna make you carry my kids. Pump this pretty little pussy full of my cum," he snarled, seemingly lost in his own world and thoughts.

You moaned, instinctively clenching down on him at his words. Sunghoon cursed, hand snaking down to rub at your clit, timing it with his thrust.

"Yeah? You'd like that, don't you? Walking around in the office with everyone not knowing you're carrying my children," he cooed, voice lowering an octave.

You frantically nodded your head, too far gone and intoxicated on the feeling of his cock constantly hitting that one spongy spot hidden between your gummy walls.

"Mhm! Please, m-more-hah."

Sunghoon continued fucking into you at a faster pace, if that was even possible. The bed creaked at every movement with the bedframe slamming against the wall. He knows he'll be getting a complaint from the hotel staff tomorrow but that's for future him to handle. Now, he has a more important issue to settle. The issue that comes in the form of impregnating you.

It took a few more long and timed thrusts for you to feel your climax reaching.

"G-Gonna cum-pleasepleaseplease," you babbled, too cockdrunk to think straight.

Sunghoon took pity on you. "Yeah? You wanna cum, pretty girl? Then cum for me."

He delivered one final thrust, burying himself to the hilt and you cum while chanting his name like a sacred prayer. Your walls violently convulsed around him, milking him dry as body-length shudders traveled through your body. Sunghoon was quick to follow suit. He spilled thick and hot cum inside you, painting your gummy walls in the shade of his cum.

You grimanced at the uncomfortable feeling of being pumped full, able to feel how bloated your stomach felt afterwards. Sunghoon didn't pull out. Instead, he collapsed onto you with an "oof" and you made a disgusted sound, reaching out to weakly smacked the back of his head.

"Ow!"

"Get off of me. You're gonna crush me to death," you retorted.

Sunghoon rolled his eyes but obliged. He pulled out first, drawing a hiss from you and he laid beside you. None of you said a word, laying on the same bed, bodies covered in sweat and body fluids as you stared at the ceiling, trying to catch your breath. You ended up breaking the silence, wanting to address the invisible elephant in the room.

"…So, what does this make us now?" You asked, not daring to look at him.

"What do you want us to be?" He countered.

"You're not supposed to answer my question with your own," you retorted.

He chuckled, reaching out to place his hand above yours. When you didn't push him away, he took that as a green light to intertwine your fingers together.

"I'd like us to be partners. Romantically."

You snorted. "No one says that, Hoon. It's actually boyfriend and girlfriend."

He furrowed his signature, thick eyebrows. "What's the difference? They still mean the same."

You let out a long, heavy sigh. "Never mind, forget it. But sure, let's be partners. Romantically."

Sunghoon narrowed his eyes at you. "..You're mocking me, aren't you?"

You gave him an innocent look but the glimmer of mischief in your eyes said otherwise. "Me? I would never!"

He didn't budge an inch before pounching on you, fingers ruthlessly tickling your sides without a care in the world. You squealed, trying to push him away and shielding yourself but your efforts was futile. You can only make yourself small while he continued, your laughter and pleas of mercy bounces among the four walls of the room.

"S-Stop-pft-m-mercy-HAHAHA!" You exclaimed, gasping and heaving for breath with tears prickling your eyes.

Sunghoon stopped his tickling attack, only for him to lean forward with his hands now on both sides of your head, caging you against the bed. You stilled, locking eyes with him. He swallowed, eyes flicking down to your lips.

"There's something I need to tell you," he started.

"Well, that doesn't sound good," you teased—a poor attempt to lighten the atompshere."

He didn't react to your words.

"It's about the marriage the articles posted. I want you to know it's not real," he continued. Your heart dropped when you heard that. But despite it all, a part of you felt relieved.

"Oh."

He nodded, eyes searching for something in you. "Yeah, the marriage was set up by both of our families. They believed it's beneficial to both parties if the marriage goes through, in terms of business wise. My father also wants to use it to tie me down, so I won't do it again."

You frowned. "Do what?"

Sunghoon sighed, lowering his head before lifting them up again. "…The reason why I left without telling you was because I didn't know how to. The Parks—my family, is a line of business people. But I'm not like them. I wasn't interested in business. I was interested in law and that's something my parents refused to accept or acknowledge. No matter how hard they kept teaching me, I refused to accept it. It was torture, trying to learn something you didn't want to learn."

Your heart shattered at how small his voice became. You wordlessly reached out, cupped his face with your hands and he leaned into your touch, eyes fluttering shut.

"So I decided to risk it all, book a plane ticket to Australia and enrol myself in one of the law schools there. I didn't know how to tell you. It was out of a sudden. My brother found out about it and he supports me. My father, on the other hand, harshly rejected the idea. We fought before I left and he told me he'd let me go but in the future, whatever major decisions regarding my life is in his hands now."

Your eyes widened. "..And one of it was the marriage. It's to bind you to the Parks."

He glumly nodded.

"Oh, Hoon…" You sighed, craning your neck up to brush your lips against his in an almost-like kiss. He shivered at how heavenly the nickname sounds from you. The very same nickname he kept close to his heart since young.

"Your father's an asshole. It's your life, whether he likes it or not. He doesn't have a say in what you want to do," you continued.

"I know, which is why I'd be telling him to cancel the marriage tomorrow," he replied, determined.

You paused. "Uh, are you sure that's even possible? What about that fiance of yours? Will she be mad and upset?"

"Huh? No, why would she? She's just like me. Both of us didn't want the marriage in the first place," he pointed out.

"…Oh, okay," you mumbled, face turning as red as a tomato as you looked away.

It took him a few seconds to realize why and when he did connect the dots, he smirked teasingly. "Don't tell me you were jealous."

"I'm not!" You defended yourself, replying without hesitation.

"Mhm, sure. And I'm the president of Seoul," he answered with sarcasm seeping into his voice.

You shot him an annoyed glare, ready to shove him off the bed when he stopped you, grabbing both of your hands, causing you to stop.

"I love you," he confessed.

The words were raw and it's a deadly combination with the utmost sincerity in his voice. So deadly that it made you teared up. Seeing this, Sunghoon's features softened. He ducked his head so he can pressed his forehead against yours.

"Jeez, I guess you're still a crybaby huh," he teased.

"Yeah, but I'm your crybaby now," you fired back, voice cracking at the end.

Sunghoon blinked once. Twice before a wide smile stretched across his face from ear to ear.

"Yeah, you're mine. Forever and ever."

[heetaki]

⋆. ̊ — DOUBLE TAKE

synopsis: lee heeseung has been your self-proclaimed nemesis since you were in grade school. from academic rivalries to petty fights, he is in every way the person you can’t stand the most in this world. but when the boy you’ve been pining after for months pops out with a girlfriend, you’re forced to turn to your nemesis for help. a fake relationship. no real feelings. and if things go well, you’ll have the love of your life and he’ll have a finished portfolio. simple, right? except nothing is ever simple when it comes to lee heeseung.

wc: 20k

warnings: photography student!lee heeseung x fem!reader, fake dating trope, rivals to lovers, he fell first and harder, slow burn (reader takes a second to realize she’s in love with hee, but she gets there), kind of love triangle but not really, sunghoon is in here because who would i be without my heehoon agenda, also ft jake and yunjin and chaewon (le sserafim), fluff, alcohol consumption, college!au, cussing, romcom vibes (obviously. this is me writing this) // smut, p in v, oral f!receiving, fingering, soft sex, praise kink, pet names (baby, princess), body worship (? i think), begging, spitting, multiple orgasms, cream pie, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

rose thinks… for those who don’t know, fake dating is my absolute all time favorite trope, so of course i had to write it with my favorite guy. i also watched off campus so yk… it’s been a while since i’ve uploaded, so i hope this lives up to any expectations you might have had for it. a special thanks to my lovely @sjynlvr , because you unknowingly gave me the motivation i needed to write this. your kindness in enhablr is felt by this entire community, and it seriously would be so much scarier here without you. as always, reblogs are always appreciated <3

playlist: double take - dhruv // the way i loved you - taylor swift // just a little bit - enhypen // roommates - malcolm todd // boyfriend - ariana grande & social house // pov - ariana grande

You don’t hate Lee Heeseung, mostly because your mom always said that hate was just another word for love (which—absolutely not), but you do find him extremely infuriating.

It’s in the way he’s always just had to be a step ahead of you. Like that time in the fifth grade when your teacher held a mock election for your government lesson, and he’d deliberately ran against you with the sole intention of annoying you. And when he won, he didn’t even do any of the things he’d promised! All he did was pass out whiteboards, and he always made sure to give you the one with the annoying black scribbles on them.

You went through high school like that, with him constantly one upping you in everything you did. He’d even almost beaten you for valedictorian, but you scored two and a half points higher than him on your AP Physics final and the spot was rightfully given to you. 

He didn't even seem mad about it, which made the entire thing even more infuriating. He’d spent years trying to prove he was better than you and didn't even flinch when it all amounted to nothing? What a tool.

University was supposed to be an escape. Not just from the mean high school girls and the boring small town you came from, but from him as well. You’d finally be able to breathe without him constantly hovering, you’d finally be able to relax without the constant worry that he was going to do something to ruin it.

So when you walked into your first day of classes at Decalis University, fully expecting to see no one familiar, you can imagine your absolute horror to see him sitting front and center like he owned the place.

He was already making good conversation with your professor, you could tell by how the older man was talking so admittedly with his hands and smiling like he couldn’t get enough of whatever it was Heeseung was talking about. 

That’s the thing about Heeseung, everyone around you always seems to think he’s this perfect, charming guy. They don’t see what he really is, not like you do. You seem to be the only person he decides to be his actual evil self with. Why he chose you, you aren’t entirely sure. You don’t think you ever will be.

But that was six months ago, and despite the giant Heeseung shaped stain on your university experience, the entire thing has been significantly better than high school. You don’t see him as much for starters, and when you do he seems too busy to actually try and annoy you. Not for a lack of trying though—those first few months were torture.

You’ve got an eight am class today, which means you have an excuse to make a stop at the coffee shop on campus. It’s right next to your dorm which is insanely convenient and definitely bad for your health, but you're a freshman in college. You don’t think you could name a single person who isn’t surviving off of cheap coffee and gas station noodles.

The line is long, which wouldn’t normally be an issue, but you’re running late and your professors decided he'll dock a letter grade for every tardy. You haven’t had to go through that pain yet, and you really don’t want to change that now.

You rock back and forth on your feet uncomfortably, the line seeming to move slower and slower. You almost consider saying fuck it and just going to class, but then you remember that you’re running off of two hours of sleep and decide you’d rather not fall asleep during your lesson.

It takes another ten minutes before you place your order, and then you’re solemnly waiting off to the side and trying to act like your nerves aren’t tangling up in your stomach.

“Long line, huh?”

You tense. You recognize that voice, and when you look up, the face that accompanies it is enough to ruin your entire morning more than it already has been. So much for not bothering you.

Sharp cheekbones, messy dirty blonde hair, big, beautiful shit brown eyes.

Your eyes narrow, lips curling downwards. At this point, you’re starting to believe your body's natural reaction to Lee Heeseung is immediate disdain. “Why are you talking to me?” You ask bluntly. No point in small talk with him, especially when you know he’s just trying to get under your skin by speaking to you.

He laughs, teeth on display as he does. “Are you this hostile with everyone when you first wake up?”

“Only people who annoy me.”

“I just made an observation, why would that annoy you?”

You shoot him a glare, crossing your arms over your chest. He knows exactly what he’s doing–he always has. His innocent act may work on every other person in this university, but not you. You know Heeseung, you know that getting under people's skin is his favorite pastime. You just wish you understood why he loves to do it to you specifically.

“Can you just…not? You know what you’re doing.”

“I promise I don’t.” The smirk threatening to break onto his lips says otherwise.

You take a deep breath and choose not to play into his game anymore. It’s pretty easy actually, because the barista calls out your name and you practically trip over your feet to grab it. You’ve got ten minutes to make it halfway across campus and into your lecture hall before you’re docked an entire letter grade. You’ve made it there with less.

You don’t bother saying goodbye to Heeseung, but you feel his gaze on you as you leave. Your skin prickles from the weight of it, but you don’t have the mental capacity to dwell on that right now. It’s too early for that.

Tonight’s the last game of the football season, which means practically the entire university showed up to the stadium to show their support, if support meant getting drunk off their asses.

You hadn’t planned to go, mostly because sports had never really been your thing, but Yunjin insists you have to come.

“It’ll be fun!” She pleads, her lower lip jutting out in a pout. She grabs your wrist and pulls on it, but you don’t budge from your spot at your desk. You told her that you had a big test to study for and that’s why you couldn’t go. It wasn’t exactly a lie, but you didn’t really need to study, you already knew the material like the back of your hand.

You sigh and pull your arm from her grip, “I can’t do bad on this test, Yunjin. You know what’ll happen if I do.”

“Yes, yes, the big bad Heeseung will score higher than you and your entire life will be ruined. Believe me, I know.” She clicks her tongue and walks behind you so her hands can rest on your shoulders. “But I think Sunghoon would be so sad to see that you didn’t come to support him for his last game.”

You immediately tense, your face going hot and stomach flipping in ways you didn’t know were possible. Even just the mere mention of Park Sunghoon forces a physical reaction out of you. It’s honestly a little embarrassing.

Sunghoon is the kind of boy you read about in romance novels or watch romcoms about. He’s sweet, smart, and the kind of handsome you weren’t aware a person can actually be. And he does it all effortlessly, like being perfect is something he was just born with. It probably was.

It doesn’t help that he’s always going out of his way to talk to you. Study dates, coffee runs after class, texts about nothing in the middle of the night, all things that feel like a relationship but actually aren’t.

Yunjin keeps insisting that you go for it, and you know that it’s probably not going to be as scary as you’re thinking it will be. After all, all it would do is put a title on whatever song and dance it is that the two of you’ve been putting on for the past couple months.

“I doubt he’d notice if I was there or not.” You shrug, doing your best to seem casual and not like the thought of him has hearts forming in your eyes.

Yunjin squeezes your shoulder and spins your chair around so you’re forced to face her. Her red hair is pulled back into a ponytail, her brows furrowed in determination. She looks a little bit like some kind of strange love coach who takes their job way too seriously. “You’re going to this game.” She says firmly.

“I’m not.”

“That’s what you think.”

The stadium is loud, people talking over each other in the hopes their friends will be able to hear them. They don’t, which means people just talk louder. The lights are bright and overwhelming, and you almost feel claustrophobic with how close the seats are to each other, like whoever designed the place did it without any regard for personal space at all.

Yunjin and Jake are on either side of you, both of them way too invested in the game. You are too, but not for the same reasons as them.

Sunghoon got into Decalis on a football scholarship and is the school's best starting quarterback in fifteen years. Even though he has every right to have a big head about it, he’s so humble you don’t think the thoughts ever even crossed his mind. Someone always approaches him about it when you’re out together on campus, and every time without fail his cheeks go bright pink and he gets this bashful smile on his face. It’s one of the reasons you’ve fallen for him as hard as you have, because unlike most guys you’ve interacted with, he doesn’t seem to have much of an ego at all.

It’s a very welcome contrast to Heeseung.

You can see him on the field too, walking behind the players sitting on the bench and getting candid shots of them. Even though you hate admitting it, he’s always been a gifted photographer. His photos were always hanging up in local art shows or featured in your high school yearbooks. Strangely, it’s the only thing he doesn’t brag about, despite it being the only thing he deserves to. 

“Oh, that’s bullshit!” Jake yells, popcorn spilling from his lap as he gestures wildly. “That was our play!”

You give him a side-eye and sink further into your seat. You honestly couldn’t care less about this whole thing; you're just excited to see Sunghoon in his post-game glow as you like to call it. Damp hair, face glowing with a sheen of sweat, his chest still heaving from running up and down the field. The entire thing is admittedly your guilty pleasure.

Yunjin elbows your ribs gently, her chin poking out to the field. You follow her gaze and find Sunghoon with his helmet in hand, drinking out of a green gatorade bottle and laughing at something one of his teammates says. He looks perfect. He is perfect.

And if things go right, he’ll be yours.

By the time the game ends, you’re more than ecstatic to finally get out of your seat and see Sunghoon. Yunjin teases you the entire way down, but you barely notice her. Not when your heart is nearly fluttering out of your chest.

But when you get down there, it’s not Sunghoon you see. No, it’s something much worse.

Heeseung.

He doesn’t notice you at first, and you almost think you’ll be able to sneak around him, but then Jake decides it’s a good idea to open his big mouth and alert the enemy to your presence.

“Heeseung!” He calls, raising his hand in a wave. “What’s good, man?”

Heeseung looks up then, sharp eyes falling onto Jake, and slowly trailing over to you. He grins, all teeth and something akin to mischief, and casually makes his way over to your small group.

“Hey Jake,” he greets, jutting his chin out swiftly. “Yunjin.”

Yunjin returns the greeting politely. “Heeseung.”

She has no reason to be mean to him, but as your closest friend, she understands that she must, by international girl-code law, dislike anyone you dislike, which includes him.

He turns to you then, and you swear you see something flash in his eyes. He keeps the same smile on his face despite the way you glare at him. “Hi, Y/N.”

“Hi.” You respond shortly. You don’t know why he even bothers trying to be nice to you in public, especially when he knows you're not going to return whatever sentiment it is he has.

He smirks like you’ve just said the funniest thing in the world. “Would it hurt you to be nicer?”

“Yes,” you respond easily. “It would, actually.”

He frowns and grabs at his shirt dramatically, right over where his heart is. “Always so mean.”

“You’ll live.”

He chuckles, reaching out and roughing up your hair. You smack his hands away and rush to fix it, palms smoothing down the parts he frizzed up. “Don’t do that!”

He ignores you and turns to talk to Jake about the game, and you can hear them say something about how the referees almost cost the team that last quarter, but you aren’t paying attention to that anymore.

Because behind Heeseung you can see a familiar head of damp black hair, thick eyebrows, and a perfect smile.

“Hey guys,” Sunghoon grins as he approaches. He’s ditched his football uniform and is instead wearing a black long sleeved compression shirt, and you swear your brain short circuits at the sight.

His attention falls to you first, just like it always does, and his smile widens just a fraction. Not enough for it to seem like anything else but a friendly gesture, but it doesn’t stop your heart from fluttering out of control or your cheeks from heating to near impossible levels.

“Hey!” You chirp a bit too loudly, hand shooting up in a wave.

“Nice game tonight, man!” Jake gushes, his hands moving animatedly. “The way you got that goal right at the beginning was insane! I swear, Penn didn't even know what hit them.”

Sunghoon grins and brings a hand up to his neck, the way he always does when somebody praises him, like he still can’t quite process the amount of attention on him. “Thanks, Jake. Seriously.”

“Those refs were awful though,” Yunjin throws in. 

The three of them end up in conversation about the game, all of them spewing out football lingo that you couldn’t be bothered to understand. Heeseung's still here too, just…lingering.

He’s friends with Jake and Sunghoon, yes, but he’s always on the sidelines. He’s been like that since high school. He’s friends with everyone, but he never lets them in. Doesn’t make any attempts to know them outside of a surface level friendship. 

It’s a little sad, honestly. But you stopped questioning the way his brain worked a long time ago. If he wanted to keep to himself, then that was perfectly fine by you. 

You don’t notice her approach, not until she’s sliding into the spot next to Sunghoon like she belongs there. Short black hair, bangs that frame her face like she was born with them, big brown eyes. Kim Chaewon is as beautiful as she is smart, and unbelievably kind. Not to mention she’d made cheer captain as a sophomore, and has kept the title all the way into her junior year.

“Hey, Hoon,” she says, voice sweet like honey. You know it shouldn’t, but something twists low and deep in your chest at the way she looks at him. Like she knows him. Like he belongs to her.

You expect him to greet her like he does everyone else. Always polite, but without the extra tenderness he saves for you. Without the small quirk of his lips or the subtle softening of his eyes, because that had always been yours. Your look.

Instead, when he looks at her, his lips quirk up, his eyes soften, and he snags a hand around her waist like he can’t imagine it being anywhere else.

You think this must be a joke. Not a very funny one, but a joke nonetheless. A tasteless prank. Because there is no way Park Sunghoon—the same Park Sunghoon that calls you in the middle of the night and insists he walk you home from class—has his arm around Kim Chaewon and is giving her the same look he gives you.

Yunjin looks just as shocked as you feel, but she’s never been as good at having a poker face as you. Her jaw drops, eyes going wide as she stares at the pair of them. “Um,” she laughs uncomfortably, “Sunghoon do you mind maybe… informing us as to who this is?”

Yunjin knows who Chaewon is, you know that. She's doing that thing she does where she tries to indirectly ask someone something without coming off as rude. For once, you're thankful for her weird methods.

Sunghoon clears his throat, his eyes flickering to yours for a split second before they return to Chaewon. “Right, uh,” he swallows, and you watch as his fingers flex at his side. A nervous habit. “This is Chaewon. We’ve been…seeing each other.”

You blink, your mind going a million miles a minute as you try to make sense of what he’s saying. The words are coming out of his mouth, and yet they still feel fake. Like a figment of your worst nightmare where the boy you’re in love with tells you he’s seeing someone.

“Seeing each other?” You repeat, voice raising in pitch. 

Chaewon nods, her lips curling up into a shy smile as she places a hand on Sunghoon's chest. “It was a recent development,” she chuckles.

You feel like you’re going to be sick.

Sunghoon smiles at her before removing his arm from her waist so he can gesture at the three of you. “How do you feel about dinner so Chae can get to know you guys? My treat.”

Chae. How long has this been going on for them to already have cute little nicknames for each other?

The thought of sitting at dinner with them sounds like torture. Having to sit there and watch him touch her? Smile at her? You don’t want to sound jealous (you are), but that’s supposed to be you. You’re the one he should be smiling at—you were the one! You can’t wrap your head around how he could suddenly be seeing someone when just last week he was smiling at you like you meant something to him?

Had you imagined it? Convinced yourself there was something there when he was just being friendly? But even Yunjin said he looked at you differently. Was she just feeding into your delusions?

Heeseung's voice pulls you out of your frenzy, and when you look up, he’s looking straight at you like he can read your mind. “Sorry, man,” he says, eyes staying on you for a moment longer before they shift to Sunghoon. “I’ve gotta get these pictures developed before they close the red room.”

Sunghoon waves him off, “don’t worry about it.” He says, “I’ll see you when we get home tonight. What about you guys?”

There’s absolutely no way you’re going to dinner with them. You can’t, like, physically can’t. You think you’ll die if you do.

Instead of saying that, or coming up with some kind of excuse, what comes out is, “I’m free.”

Yunjin's head snaps to you in shock, and then she blurts out a sudden, “same!”

Jake shrugs, “I’ve got nothing better to do.”

“Great!” Sunghoon grins, “let’s meet at that diner off of fifth? They’re usually open late.”

He walks away after that, hand in hand with Chaewon, and you watch them go while your heart sinks deep into your chest. She’s laughing at something he says, her free hand slapping his arm lightly, and he smiles down at her like she’s the only girl in his universe. The same way you thought he was doing to you.

“Well,” Heeseungs starts, his eyes finding you’d once again, like he can feel the hurt radiating off your body. He probably can. “Since when was that a thing?”

Jake shrugs the way most clueless men do. “No idea.”

The two of them walk away after that, and you’re thankful to be left alone with Yunjin.

“What the fuck?” She says, hands resting on her hips. “That’s gotta be a joke. Or maybe some kind of dare. I don’t fucking know, but there’s no way they’re actually seeing each other! He was literally blowing up your phone two days ago!” She snaps her fingers like she’s made some kind of profound discovery. "It must be some kind of spell. You know, I’ve always thought witches and magic were real–”

“Yunjin,” you interrupt, eyes already glassy and throat closing up with an onslaught of tears. You aren’t going to cry over him–that would be ridiculous, especially since you weren’t even dating, but that doesn’t mean it still doesn’t hurt. If you’re being completely honest, it hurts like hell.

Yunjin notices immediately, and before you can process it, she’s throwing her arms around you and pulling you into her chest in the middle of the field. “I’m sorry, babe,” she sighs, “I really thought he was going to ask you out tonight.”

She’s not the only one. 

You just shrug, doing your best to mask your hurt, even though you know there’s no point when it comes to Yunjin. You’ve only known her for six months, yet she’s the only person who can read you like an open book. “It’s fine.”

“It’s not,” she mumbles, pulling away from you and placing her hands on your shoulders. “But it will be. Because we’re going to show Sunghoon exactly what he missed out on.”

You snort, rolling your eyes and shrugging her off of you so you can make the trek back to your shared dorm. “What are you talking about?”

She shrugs, “you’ll see.”

You should question her. Should refuse to go anywhere with her until she tells you what her plan is, but you don’t do any of that. You trust Yunjin, and you know that while her methods may be strange, she does everything with good intentions. Besides, you doubt you won’t be able to handle whatever it is she’s cooking up.

The diner off of 5th is the only place that stays open after ten pm and still serves edible food. It’s a campus staple, which means it’s nearly always packed—especially after games. So, you aren’t too surprised that you have to weave through multiple bodies just to find the table Sunghoon had managed to snag for the five of you, and nobody comments when it takes you nearly five minutes just to make it from the front door to your seats.

“I’m starving,” Yunjin groans, her tongue swiping over her lips as she flips through the menu. The both of you know she’s just going to get the same thing she does every time, but she says she finds joy in looking unpredictable.

“Me too,” Sunghoon agrees. 

He looks good. Tired, but good. His hair is falling over his eyes in that dorky kind of way and he’s wearing his glasses—a rare sight. Normally, you’d be the only one doing this much analysis into his look, but when you glance over at Chaewon, she’s staring at him with a dopey grin on her face.

You frown and look down at your menu. You still don’t understand how this could’ve happened. It just didn’t make any sense. When you take out the part where you’re totally in love with Sunghoon, it still makes no sense for him to hide his apparent relationship with Chaewon. Was it a relationship? Are they even dating? Or are they just in that weird space between where you both know it’s going to happen, but they’re still choosing to dance around it?

You’d thought you were there with Sunghoon. You thought it was only a matter of time before he swept you off of your feet and confessed his love for you with some kind of grand, dramatic gesture.

But your life is clearly not a movie, because Park Sunghoon is reaching for Chaewon's hand under the table. His thumb is rubbing small, comforting circles into her skin, and she’s doing a very bad job at hiding her smile.

You shouldn’t have agreed to come.

Jake, for all his strange qualities, has always been observant (except when it comes to possible romantic partners), and he watches the entire exchange with narrowed eyes and bated breath. You’d never talked to him about your relationship with Sunghoon, but he (along with your nemesis) was the guy's roommate, so you assume he must've known that there was something going on between you. Unless you really are just delusional and everything had been entirely friendly.

“So,” Jake starts, wagging his finger towards the couple. “We’re so glad you’re here, Chaewon. Seriously. But I just can’t believe this is the first I’m hearing about…this. I mean, not to sound like a douche or anything, but I live with Sunghoon and he hasn’t brought you up once. He’s talked about–” his eyes find yours for a fleeting moment, before he clears his throat and tries to pretend it never happened. “It’s just kind of unexpected.”

Chaewon giggles, reaching a hand up and swiping her bangs over her forehead. They fall right back into place. “It was a recent development.”

Yunjin snorts, taking a sip from her cup with the kind of casual confidence you wish you had. “Clearly.”

If anybody catches the irritation in her tone, they don’t comment on it. 

“He actually hit me with a football during practice,” Chaewon laughs, bringing her arm up to rest casually behind Sunghoon. You can nearly make out her fingers playing with the soft hair at the nape of his neck. “It was the total opposite of a meet-cute. But it still worked out anyway, because he invited me to coffee as an apology and things just went from there.”

Coffee? He always takes you to coffee. Did they go to the same place you go to? Did he show her the secret menu that’s not really a secret? Did he joke around with your favorite barista like he does when he’s with you?

Your throat feels tight again, but you suck down a gulp from your drink and try to act like you aren’t on the brink of emotional collapse.

Yunjin smiles, but it looks forced. She taps your thigh once, like she’s warning you, but before you can question it, she’s already opening her mouth. “You know, that’s honestly kind of crazy. Two of my friends are getting into relationships at the same time. You’d think I’d get some of that luck too considering I seem to be the common denominator here, but nope!”

You blink. You love Yunjin, you really do, but outside of you the only other person you saw her consistently speak to is her pet gerbil. And even that was leaning into more of a casual situation lately.

Sunghoon’s eyebrows raise briefly, but he’s quick to lower them. “Really?” He mumbles. You can practically feel the curiosity radiating off of him. He’s always been way too nosy. “Who?”

The next few moments are still a bit of a blur in your mind. You remember feeling like someone had spilled a bucket of cold water on you, but when you ran a hand through your hair, it was completely dry.

Yunjin smiles, and she looks so innocent you almost believe the lie that rolls off of her tongue like honey. You probably would’ve if it didn't have to do with you. “[Y/N], you’ve been seeing someone recently as well, haven’t you?”

You nearly choke, eyes widening into saucers. You splutter for an answer, blinking rapidly as you do. “What? A relationship? I don’t–well, I mean–maybe–?” It’s not until Yunjin sends a swift heel to your shin do you manage to get out a full sentence. “Yes,” you squeak. “I have been…seeing someone. It’s very recent. Very new. Honestly, I’m just as surprised as you are that it happened so quickly.”

The table goes silent for a moment, and you suddenly feel very, very exposed. You know Yunjin knows you’re a terrible liar, she witnessed it firsthand when you tried to lie about eating her leftover cheesecake, and yet she thought making you lie in a group setting would make your skills any better? If anything, it just made them ten times worse!

You’re waiting for the inevitable–for someone to give an uncomfortable laugh before attempting to move the conversation forward. Meanwhile, you’re going to pray to whatever is listening up in the sky for the floor to swallow you whole and for this day to have never happened.

But that doesn’t happen. Instead, the next few moments are probably the most confusing of your life. 

“That’s good, [Y/N],” Sunghoon says, smiling at you the way he does with everyone else. It’s not the smile you’re used to. Not the curl of his lips that would send butterflies fluttering around in your stomach and make your cheeks burst with color. This one is practiced, easy. Entirely wrong. “Who’s the lucky guy?”

You pale, parting your lips to give some shitty excuse. Maybe your delivery man? You met when he was dropping off your amazon vibrator and he complimented you on the brand. A very plausible start to any college relationship, and it’d be easy to hide considering he’s not real. 

But before you can tell your made-up story, Yunjin beats you to the punch.

“Oh, you’re going to lose your mind. I know I did when she told me.” She laughs aloud, and when her eyes find yours, you suddenly wish you’d never even gotten out of bed this morning. Maybe finishing the course with a B wouldn’t have been so bad if it meant you got to avoid this terrible fate.

She leans forward on the table, lowering her voice into that soft teasing tilt she’s perfected. “She’s been seeing your other roommate. The one she apparently can’t stand.”

Jake’s eyes widen, his hands slamming on the table so he can lean against them and get a better look at you. He practically screams when he asks, “you’ve been seeing Heeseung?”

You should’ve just taken the dock off of your grade.

“Yunjin, do not come near me right now or I swear to God you’re going to be missing chunks of hair.”

She winces, hands immediately tugging on the red strands. “Anything but the hair! You know it’s my best feature.” She attempts to joke, but you’re having absolutely none of it.

“You realize they live with him, right? What happens when they ask him about his apparent relationship with me?” You snap, slamming the door to your dorm behind you. The walk here had been completely silent—or, at least, it had been from your end. Yunjin spent the entire time trying to act like she hadn’t just lied to all of your friends that you were dating Lee Heeseung. The one person in this world everyone knows you cannot stand.

She flops onto her bed and stretches her arms over her head. “They’re guys! They don’t talk about that kind of stuff. Jake didn’t even know Sunghoon was seeing Chaewon! Which, can we talk about that, actually? I mean, seriously, what the fuck? One second he’s taking you on these cute little dates and the next—”

“Yunjin,” you groan, rubbing the heels of your palm into your eyes. You’re absolutely exhausted, and you aren’t sure how much longer you can talk about Sunghoon without your head wanting to explode. “As much as I’d love to talk about Sanghoon's sparkling love life and my lack of one, I’ve got a nine am tomorrow that I’d rather not have to sleep through because I stayed up all night talking about my nonexistent love life.”

She nods, a small smile on her lips. "No, yeah, of course. But, before you become dead to the world, you’re actually kind of wrong about something.”

“What?”

“Your love life isn’t nonexistent,” she says thoughtfully. “You’re seeing Heeseung, remember?”

You throw the pillow at her so hard you’re surprised it doesn’t mold to her face.

You’ve always enjoyed your nine am literacy analysis lecture. After all, you’re an English major. Literacy analysis is kind of your whole thing.

The only part of the class that is mildly annoying is the fact that you share it with Heeseung. But, surprisingly, he rarely ever bothers you. You aren’t sure if it’s because he’s finally matured and realized it’s stupid to bother you during lecture, or if he’d just gotten bored of the entire thing. Either way, you’d be perfectly fine with whatever the answer was as long as it kept him away from you.

Today though, your nerves are practically fried. Does he know? Did he expose you? You don’t know why he would lie for you, and honestly, you don’t expect him to. He probably laughed out loud before Sunghoon and Jake even asked him about it.

God, you love Yunjin, you really do, but right now you wish she’d stayed home with her gerbil last night. Maybe that way she wouldn’t have been able to open her big mouth.

You don’t look at Heeseung when you enter. You don’t even look in his general direction. You just keep your head down and try to look as normal as possible through the lecture, which is exceptionally difficult when your mind is buzzing with so much nervous energy it could power the entire university.

The usual hour seems to pass by in a blur, and when your professor releases you for dismissal, you’re quick to pack your bags and make a swift exit. You're practically out of breath by the time you make it outside, but you’re relieved you managed to get out without having to make any contact with Heeseung. You aren’t sure you would’ve been able to survive the embarrassment.

You pull the strap of your bag further up your shoulder and pull out your phone, fully ready to call Yunjin and complain to her about the mess she’s gotten you into, but a call of your name forces your head up.

Heeseung makes his way over to you casually, a backwards baseball cap covering up his dirty blonde hair and his hands stuffed into the pockets of his jeans. He isn’t giving you that usual teasing smile he always wears when he sees you, instead he looks unusually serious. 

You tense, pulse pounding in your ears and alarm bells ringing in your head. You have half the mind to turn and make a run for it, but he reaches you before your feet can move.

“Hi,” he says simply. Casually. Like he’s talking to a friend and asking about the weather.

You hesitate, but return the greeting nonetheless. “...Hi.”

He cracks a smile, but scrunches his nose before it reaches his eyes and his lips fall back down into a straight line. “We need to talk.”

Your blood turns to ice, skin paling before you can stop it. He knows. And if he knows that means he told everyone the truth, and he’s probably already told the entire campus about your stupid lie as well. You’re going to be known as the girl who lied about being in a relationship because she couldn't accept that the boy she likes has a girlfriend, and then you're going to have to transfer somewhere else and start going by a new name. 

God, you are going to kill Yunjin. It’ll be like a final goodbye before you’re forced to move across the country.

You shake your head immediately. “No, uh, we don’t actually. I already know what you’re going to say, so I’ll just start packing my things now. No need for this awkward rejection or whatever–not that I’m being rejected by you. God, I’d rather die before I go out with you. But, Yunjin has a big mouth and I never know how to stop her before she says something stupid, so now my social life is totally dead and–”

You’re rambling so fast it takes a moment for you to register that Heeseung's laughing, and even longer to realize that he’s laughing at you. His shoulders shake from the force of it, and the back of his hand comes up to cover his mouth. If this was anyone else, you might even think he looked cute.

You swallow, unable to help the pout that forms on your lips. “And now you’re laughing at me.”

“I’m sorry,” he chuckles, taking in a deep breath and trying to find some composure. “It’s just…you’ve always been really good at jumping to conclusions.”

Your brows furrow, mouth parting as you try to process his words. What does he mean you’re good at jumping to conclusions? Why does he always talk like he knows anything about you? You know they shouldn’t, but the words tick you off. “What are you talking about?”

He shrugs, lips curving up into that smile you’ve unfortunately become way too familiar with. The one that screams trouble and always means he’s up to no good. “I have to admit, I was pretty surprised when Jake grilled me for half an hour last night on our apparent relationship–” you visibly wince, but he ignores it and continues– “but, I thought to myself, why on earth would [Y/N] [L/N] tell our friends we were in a relationship? I figured you had to have a reason, so I went along with it.”

Your jaw drops, eyes blinking a mile a minute like maybe that’ll help everything make sense. Newsflash, it doesn’t–if anything it just makes everything feel ten times more confusing. “You what?”

He shrugs, “you have a reason, right? Otherwise, we just became a couple for no reason. Unless that’s what you wanted? Was this whole thing just an elaborate scheme to get with me?” His voice drops an octave, and he takes a step closer, until suddenly he’s in your space and you can smell the fresh linen from his detergent and his cedarwood cologne. “You know, princess, if you wanted to be with me, all you had to do was ask.”

You might be extremely confused right now, but you’ve got enough sense to know that the last thing you want in your life is to be in a real relationship with him. And you definitely don’t want him calling you princess. 

You take a step back, your arms coming up to put space between the two of you. “Ew, no, absolutely not. Like I said, I’d rather die before I dated you.”

He hums, shoving his hands back in his pockets and beginning to walk away. “Okay. I’ll just go tell Jake and Sunghoon that you lied then–”

Your hand shoots out and wraps around his arm before you can stop yourself, and you feel the muscle tense up beneath your fingertips. He stills, his head tilting as he looks back at you.

You swallow, taking your pride down with the saliva. “I’m sorry,” you sigh out, “I just don't know how to go about this without sounding like a total loser.”

His lips curve up and he turns so he’s facing you fully. “You’re going to sound like a loser to me no matter what, so just tell me.”

You glower, your hand dropping back to your side. You try to ignore the warmth lingering in your palm as it balls up at your side. “I’ve had a thing for this guy–”

He nods. “Sunghoon, right?”

Is it really that obvious? You narrow your eyes, “How’d you know? Did he say something about me?”

He shakes his head. “No, but I’ve seen the way you follow each other like lost puppies. I’ve gotta admit, I was surprised when he popped out with Chaewon and not you.”

You don’t know if that makes you feel better or worse. If even Heeseung, the one person you absolutely cannot stand, could see that there was something between you and Sunghoon, then that must mean you aren’t delusional. But, on the other hand, it makes you wonder what made Sunghoon change his mind so quickly.

Were you trying to take things too slow? Did he get bored of the waiting? You thought the dancing around each other was sweet, but maybe he was looking at it differently. Maybe he just got sick of waiting around for you.

Heeseung must notice how your thoughts have wandered, because he waves a hand in front of your face and raises his brows. “You still with me?”

Your eyes snap to him and your cheeks heat with embarrassment. “Yeah, sorry, um, as I was saying, I’ve had a thing for him for a while. So, when he took us to dinner with Chaewon last night, Yunjin had this bright idea to say that I was also in a relationship with…you. And the whole thing just kind of spiraled from there.”

He’s silent for a moment, like he’s processing your words. “She said we were dating to make Sunghoon jealous? How does that work?”

You groan and run a hand over your face. “I don’t know! I don’t know what she was thinking! I’ve already yelled at her over it!” You feel your frustration building again, but you take a deep breath and force it down. “It was stupid. And now you’re dragged into this entire mess and I don’t know how I’m going to tell everyone the truth.”

There are a lot of things you dislike about Heeseung. He’s rude in that passive aggressive kind of way, and he only ever does it to you. He always forgets a pen and never gives yours back when you lend one to him. He’s wildly selfish and thinks that the entire world revolves around him. He also always manages to catch you by surprise, and you absolutely loathe surprises.

Today is no exception.

His lips part in thought, and for the first time you can actually see him thinking about what he’s going to say before he says it. Usually, he just blurts out whatever's on his mind and deals with the consequences later.

“What if…” he hesitates for a moment. “What if you didn’t tell them?”

“What?”

He splutters for a moment, a nervous laugh bubbling from his lips. “I just mean, what if we let everyone think we’re dating? Not that we actually date. That would be…awful.”

“Why would we do that, though?” You ask, crossing your arms over your chest. “It’s not like me having a boyfriend is going to change Sunghoon's mind. And what would you even get out of it aside from undeniable blackmail material?”

He shrugs, “actually Sunghoon looked pretty distraught last night. He kept asking me about you and our budding relationship.”

Your heart skips a beat at that. He was asking about you? It shouldn't affect you like it does, especially when he’s got a girlfriend, but the thought of him thinking about you has butterflies flying around your stomach.

Still, it doesn’t explain why Heeseung would want to help you. He’s never gone out of his way to do it before, so you don’t see why he would now. 

“But, what do you get out of this?” You ask, pointing a wary finger at him. “You’ve never been nice enough to actually help me before.”

He scoffs, “first off, that's not true. What about that science project we did Junior year? The one with the ant colony? I partnered up with you after Stella got that weird illness.”

“You mean the ant colony you released into Mrs. Hong's room? She made us deep clean the room every day for, like, two weeks. And Stella had pneumonia.”

“Yeah, but that was after we’d already gotten an A.”

You resist the urge to roll your eyes.

He sighs and pulls out a creme folder from his bag. He taps it once and hands it to you. You accept it questioningly, looking up at him through your lashes with suspicion. “What is this?”

“My portfolio,” he explains. Just as he said, when you open it there's what you think must be hundreds of photos. Some of nature, some of the people on campus, some of just random mundane things. They’re all breathtaking shots, and it's then that you remember he’s here on a full scholarship after winning some national photography contest. It’d been the only thing he talked about for weeks.

You knew he was going to win the moment it was announced.

“Wow,” you mumble, continuing to flip through the photos. “These are amazing.”

He brings a hand up to his neck and scratches at it nervously. “Thanks.”

One picture captures your attention. It’s a candid shot of Sunghoon in class, his glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose, eyebrows tucked in that adorable way they always are when he’s frustrated. The people around him are blurry, and you assume they’re getting their stuff for dismissal.

“The photography committee on campus is holding a competition,” he continues, “$100,000 and your pictures are featured in international art shows. But, in order to enter, I need a muse. Someone I can get consistent pictures of. If we’re “dating”, no one will question why I’m constantly taking pictures of you, and it saves me the hassle of having to ask anyone else.”

You raise a brow. He wants to be in a fake couple so that he can take pictures of you for a contest? It doesn’t feel like a fair trade to you at all. “Why don’t you ask Jake or Sunghoon? I’m sure they wouldn’t mind.”

He gives you a fixed look. “I already did, but they both claimed they were too busy. You’re my last resort before I start asking random people on campus.”

The explanation still feels weird to you, but you aren’t going to fight him anymore on it. Besides, you’re still trying to wrap your head around the fact that you’re now in a fake relationship with public enemy number one.

“So…what now?” You ask, closing the folder and handing it back to him. He takes it with steady hands, and when his fingers brush yours, there’s a solid five seconds where your breath catches in your throat and you almost forget about everything you dislike about Heeseung.

“Jay Park’s having a party tomorrow night,” he breathes, lips turning up into that awful smile. “Beer. Dancing. Maybe some weed. Sunghoon and Chaewon will definitely be there, which means you and I will also be there.”

Your nose scrunches at the thought. You’d only gone to one party so far, and the entire experience had been so awful you’d sworn them off completely.

“I don’t really do parties,” you mumble.

Heeseung snorts like that’s the understatement of the century. “We won't stay for long. Just long enough for Sunghoon to see us, and then we’ll go.”

You nod, and the air between the two of you suddenly feels heavy. Your tongue darts out to wet your lips and your eyes fall to the floor. “Thank you,” you say sincerely. “For helping me.”

He doesn’t smirk. Doesn’t tease. Just nods casually like fake dating people is something he does daily. “I’ll see you tomorrow night, princess.”

You really need to tell him to stop calling you that.

When you tell Yunjin, she doesn’t even try to act surprised. “I knew it would work out,” she says confidently, staring at a pimple in her reflection. “That's why I said it in the first place.”

You roll your eyes, fingers moving over your keyboard rapidly. You need to finish up your analysis paper before the deadline next week, but every time you sit down to write your brain wanders to dirty blonde hair and that annoyingly perfect smile.

“Whatever.” You mumble, “he’s expecting me to go to some party with him tomorrow night, but I don’t know. I really need to finish this paper, and the last time we went to a party I got so drunk I collided with the wall.”

Yunjin snorts at the memory, and then she’s standing and making her way over to you. She sits crisscrossed on your bed and ever-so-gently forces your laptop closed. You don’t argue with her, it’s not like you were getting anything done anyway.

“So, your fake boyfriend–who by the way, is super hot–is asking you to go to a party with him, and you don’t want to because you’d rather stay at home and analyze Edgar Allen Poe?” She asks, drawing out the sentence so you feel completely and utterly stupid.

“It’s not Edgar Allen Poe,” you mutter, “and, I don’t know, this entire thing just feels so insane! Like, what am I hoping happens? Sunghoon realizes he’s actually in love with me and breaks up with Chaewon?”

“Exactly that, yes.” Yunjin nods, like it’s obvious.

You shoot her a glare. “That’s not fair to either of them. If they’re happy, why should I try to ruin that?”

Yunjin sighs, her hands reaching out to grab yours. She brings them into her lap and squeezes them comfortingly. “If they’re happy, then you being in a relationship with Heeseung isn’t going to matter. But you said he asked about you, right? That means he still cares at least a little bit, and if that’s the case, then it’s not fair to Chaewon for him to stay with her.” She smiles softly, her shoulders bobbing as she shrugs them. “I don’t know what he’s doing right now, but I know that there was something going on between the two of you. And if you care about him, you shouldn’t let that go without a fight.”

When she wanted to, Yunjin could give some seriously killer advice. Your lips curve up, chest feeling lighter and mind not so hazy. “Thanks, Yunjin. Seriously. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Die, probably.”

You laugh loudly, throwing your head back with it. “Yeah,” you agree, “probably.”

The next night, your nerves are absolutely shot. Heeseung texted you that he’d pick you and Yunjin up from your dorm at seven, which meant you’d spent the entire day stressed out of your mind.

Sunghoon was going to be there, that much was obvious, but the thought of parading yourself around with Heeseung in front of him makes you feel sick. For one, he knows you. He’s always been able to see right through you, and you have half the mind to think he’ll make your little lie before you even step through the door.

You suck in a breath, your hands smoothing out the sides of your skirt. The dress Yunjin lent you is a lot shorter than anything you’re used to wearing, and the black cloth hugs your curves in a way you’re not entirely used to seeing on yourself. Your heels force your back to arch, highlighting the curve of your spine and the plump of your ass.

You give yourself a once-over in the mirror, hands coming down to tug the fabric further down your thighs. “Are you sure this isn’t too much?” You ask.

Yunjin clicks her tongue, and you can see her fighting with the straps of her own dress through the mirror. “Absolutely not. You look amazing. The guys are going to lose their minds when they see you in that.”

You raise a brow and turn around to face her. “Guys? Like, plural?”

“Well, yeah,” she shrugs, “Sunghoon and Heeseung.”

Sunghoon, yes. You’d love for him to notice you. But Heeseung? Absolutely not. You could seriously care less about what he thinks about you. He was there when you didn’t understand how to get rid of your acne and when makeup was more of a suggestion then something you actually did everyday.

“Ew, no,” you gag, “I don’t care what Lee Heeseung thinks about me. The only reason he’s even helping me is for his portfolio or whatever. He’s not doing it out of the kindness of his heart.”

Yunjin hums, smoothing out her dress and giving herself one final look over in the vanity mirror. She looks amazing–she always does. You aren’t jealous of Yunjin, but sometimes you wonder what it’d be like to have her confidence. “You seriously think he’s doing this just for his portfolio?”

“Um, yeah. That’s what he said.”

She walks over to you then, her chin resting on your shoulder. “I think–and don’t go nuclear on me for this–but I think he likes you. Like, like-likes you.”

A laugh bursts from your chest. That is the single most absurd thing you’ve ever heard in your life. Heeseung can barely stand being in the same room as you without having to get under your skin. He doesn’t like you, he just enjoys pissing you off. 

“You’re funny,” you snort, “and so insanely wrong.”

She shrugs and takes a step back from you. “I don’t know, [Y/N]. I don’t know many guys who get into fake relationships with people they dislike just so they can finish their portfolio.”

Your phone buzzes from your bed, and when you pick it up you’ve got a text message from Heeseung saying he’s here. 

“You don’t know many guys in general, Yunjin.” You retort. You quickly grab your purse and stuff your phone inside. “He’s here. Don’t say anything weird in the car, please. I think you’ve embarrassed me enough in the last two days to last a lifetime.”

“No promises,” she winks.

Heeseung's car isn’t super nice. It’s pretty typical for any college student, actually. There’s a scratch on the passenger side door and a dent on the hood, and it looks like it could definitely use a round through the car wash. But, despite that, the sight of it makes you nostalgic.

You remember when he pulled into your first day of Junior year with this thing. He bragged about it to anyone who would listen. He’d saved up the entire summer to buy it, and he treated the run down thing like it was his pride and joy. You wonder if that’s still the case today.

He’s leaning against your door when you step outside. Dirty blonde hair, backwards baseball cap, that same fucking smile. The sight alone is enough to irritate you.

But there’s a brief moment where the smile falters. His eyes trail over you, all the way from your heels to your eyes, and you swear you see his ears go the lightest shade of pink.

You raise a brow, but before you can comment on it the smile is back and he’s acting like nothing happened. “Nice dress,” he clicks his tongue, “I didn’t think you owned anything that didn’t look like it came from a librarian's closet.”

You hate him. You hate him so much it hurts your soul. It envelops your being like an ugly monster.

You want to tell him that, but you don’t, because at the end of the day he’s helping you for whatever reason, and your mother told you that hating people was inherently wrong. So, you swallow down your annoyance and make your way to his car. “Can we try and go one night without you being a dick?”

“I don’t know,” he smirks, “you’re the one dating this dick, princess.”

You frown and try not to think about the double meaning behind his words. “Fake dating,” you correct.

“Right. Fake dating.”

The tension between you is thick, and not in the way you’re used to. Instead, this feels like some sort of gravitational pull towards him. Something you’d kept buried that is trying to dig its way back from the grave.

Yunjin groans behind you. You’d nearly forgotten she was here. “God, can you guys just fuck already and get it over with? Your sexual tension is starting to make me jealous.”

“Yunjin!” You practically screech. Your hands gesture wildly as you attempt to defend yourself. “This is not–there is no sexual tension! That’s not what this is!”

She gives you a look that says: don’t make me call bullshit.

You sigh and run a hand over your eyes. “Just get in the car.”

The party is just outside of campus, in Jay Park's two-story home that he mysteriously pays for by himself. (Everyone knows he’s a trust fund baby.) There’s some stragglers outside, all holding red solo cups and trying to act drunker than they really are. You’ve never understood the appeal for parties. To you, they just look like sweat fests that people gaslight themselves into thinking are fun.

Yunjin gets out of the car as soon as you pull up and quickly makes her way over to some guy by the front door. You watch as she tries to talk to him, and for once he doesn’t look intimidated by her outgoing nature. It’s kind of cute, actually.

You, on the other hand, feel a bit sick. For one, you don’t know what you’re going to do when you see Sunghoon. Is he even going to care? Probably not. He literally has a fucking girlfriend, and here you are trying to show off for him like that’ll change anything.

“Hey,” Heeseung murmurs from beside you, his eyebrows knitted together in what you think might be concern. “You good?”

You blink. “I don’t know.” It’s the most honest thing you’ve said all night.

He’s silent for a moment, before he’s letting out a breath and turning to you. “You look good, [Y/N]. Really fucking good. Don’t let a dress like that go to waste because you’re in your head.” He emphasizes his point with a gentle tap to your forehead. “Let’s go in there and show Sunghoon exactly what he lost, yeah?”

You feel your cheeks heat at the compliment, but you force the words to the back of your mind to be dwelled on later. Right now, you just need to get out of this car and get through tonight without wanting to explode. And, honestly, you do want to show Sunghoon what he’s missing out on. 

“Okay,” you nod.

He grins. “Okay.” 

Inside, the party is practically buzzing with people. There’s a few people you recognize, but it’s mostly randoms that you didn’t even realize you went to school with. That’s the thing about college; you’re always meeting someone new. Your high school was the complete opposite of that–you knew everyone in your graduating class on a personal level.

Heeseung keeps a hand on your lower back the entire time, and for some reason, you’re grateful for the subtle comfort it gives you. Like it’s a reminder that he’s here and that you aren’t going into this mess alone.

You eventually make your way over to the drinks, and Heeseung grabs a can of alcohol for himself and water for you. You raise a brow as he hands it to you. You hadn’t planned to drink, but him handing you water makes you feel like he’s treating you like some little kid.

“Actually,” you clear your throat, pointing towards the other beer can on top of the ice, “I’ll have that.”

He looks caught off guard for a moment, but then he shrugs and hands the can over to you. You open it with a pop and immediately take a swig. It goes down like tar against your tongue, and your nose scrunches in disgust.

He chuckles, “sure you don’t want the water?”

You really do. “I’m sure.”

Your eyes search the crowd for Sunghoon, and sure enough he’s here. He’s playing beer pong with some of his friends from the football team, and Chaewon is at his side cheering every time he scores. They look perfect for each other, and your heart squeezes painfully at the sight. Your hands shake as you take another gulp of your beer.

Heeseung taps your waist once, before he’s tugging you into his side and pulling you towards the dance floor. Alarm bells ring in your head as you weave through the crowd. You can’t dance, anytime you’ve tried you’ve embarrassed yourself so bad you’ve debated never showing your face in public again.

“Heeseung,” you attempt, “I can’t dance!”

“Neither can anyone else here. Besides, we can’t just sit in the corner and expect Sunghoon to care. If he’s having a good time, you need to be having an even better one.” He says easily.

You scoff as he comes to a stop in the middle of the floor, directly in Sunghoon's line of sight. Heeseung has always been able to make confidence look easy–like it’s something he was born with. You, on the other hand, are not like that. Your movements are awkward and you fumble to find a rhythm that doesn’t make you look like you’re on the verge of collapse.

“Wow,” he laughs, whistling lowly when you nearly trip over your own feet. “You weren’t kidding.”

Your eyes narrow as embarrassment flushes your cheeks. “I told you! God, I’m going back to the drinks–”

Before you can walk away, he catches your wrist with his hand and pulls you back towards him. Your chest nearly collides with his, and his face is suddenly so close you can practically taste his breath on yours.

“I’m not making fun of you, princess.” He murmurs, his hands sliding up to rest on your hips, “just…observing.”

His voice is right beside your ear, and the proximity makes your body feel like it’s on fire. Suddenly, the room is too small and all you can think about is him. Sunghoon is a thought so distant in your mind you nearly forget you’d ever been thinking about him in the first place.

He brings his lips to your ear, his grip on your hips tightening the smallest bit. You wonder if he’s able to hear your heartbeat. If he can, does he know it’s beating so rapidly because of him?

“He’s looking,” he murmurs into your hair.

The call back to reality feels like a bucket of ice water against your spine. If Heeseung notices the way you tense, he doesn’t comment on it.

You clear your throat and try to ignore the way your voice shakes. “He is?”

“He was,” he grumbles with a click of his tongue. He pulls back so you can see his eyes, and for a moment you think he almost looks as wrecked as you feel. “I’m going to kiss you.”

Your eyes widen and you nearly choke on your own spit. “What?”

You barely have time to process before he’s bringing a hand up to cup your cheek, the other sliding to your spine and pulling you impossibly closer. You’re so close your noses are nearly touching, and his cedarwood cologne feels like it’s enveloping all of your senses.

“Trust me, okay?” He murmurs.

Later, you’ll say you don’t know how it happened. You’ll tell Yunjin that it all happened so fast and that it really wasn’t that big of a deal. He was just helping you get Sunghoon's attention.

But the truth–the truth is that you want him to kiss you. You want him to take your breath away and for his hands to hold you like he’s afraid he’ll die without you.

And that scares you.

All you can manage is one simple word. “Okay.”

And then his mouth is on yours.

The kiss is awkward at first, more a peck than anything else, but he slides his hand to the back of your neck and pulls you closer and suddenly his tongue is in your mouth and he’s kissing you like you’re something precious.

Your hands slide to his chest instinctively, fists balling up the fabric of his shirt between your fingers. His breath mingles with yours, and his tongue licks into your mouth like you’re the best thing he’s tasted in years.

You can’t help the whine that slides from his lips when he pulls away, your own lips chasing his without your permission. It’s like your body's an addict and he’s your drug of choice. 

Heeseung's lips are swollen and his pupils are completely blown, but you doubt you look much better. His tongue darts out to swipe at his lower lip, and then he’s smiling at you. But it’s not the teasing smile you’re used to or the one he gives everyone else. It’s softer. Real. 

Your lips part to say something, anything, but then your thoughts go back to Sunghoon and what comes out instead is a soft, “did he see?”

Heeseungs smile immediately drops, and something akin to disappointment flashes over his face. You don’t know why the sight makes you cringe internally. 

He glances up and nods his head. “Yeah,” he says, using his grip on your hips to turn you around, “he definitely saw.”

When you look, Sunghoon’s cheeks are pink and he’s staring directly at you. When he sees you looking, he’s quick to avert his gaze and try to act casually, but you know Sunghoon. He’s jealous.

This is a complete win.

So, why don’t you care as much as you should?

You should be ecstatic that Sunghoon’s feeling a certain way towards you. That’s the whole point of this stupid deal–to get Sunghoon back.

But when you turn back around and look at Heeseung, all you can think about is the way he smiled at you like you meant something to him. And how you hope he does it again.

It’s been a week since the kiss. A full week of acting like a couple. Holding hands on campus, cheek kisses in class, coffee dates at the cafe you used to frequent with Sunghoon. 

It’s…weird. Somewhere along the way, you stopped hating Heeseung's general presence. Instead of a nemesis, he’s managed to turn himself into someone you don’t really mind having around. A frenemy, maybe. He’s funny, something you never cared enough to notice before, and he’s got this soft side to him that makes your heart melt the smallest bit.

“So,” Yunjin grins, taking a bite of her ramen. “Any word from Sunghoon?”

Your mouth goes dry at the mention of your apparent crush. In truth, you hadn't really thought about him at all. You used to go to sleep imagining it was Sunghoon next to you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear and holding you like you were something fragile.

Now when you close your eyes at night, all you can think about is the way Heeseung's mouth felt against yours. The way his hands gripped your hips and held you close to him.

It takes everything in you to remember that Sunghoon is the goal. You’re just feeling this way because Heeseung kissed you. Once you have Sunghoon, you’ll get over it completely.

“Um,” you mumble, sinking further into your blankets, “not yet. But Heeseung said he saw him looking at us in the coffee shop the other day. That’s good, right?”

She turns to you, her eyes narrowed the tiniest bit. “It is. So why don’t you sound more excited?”

You immediately go on the defensive. “I am excited! I’m just…tired right now. It’s late, and I’ve been up since seven.”

“Whatever you say.”

In truth, you aren’t that excited. It’s nice that he’s thinking about you. It’s the entire reason you and Heeseung are doing this anyway. So why can you not bring yourself to care more?

Your phone buzzes next to you, and you have to dig through your sheets to find it. When you do, the screen is lit up with a message from Heeseung.

Hey, it reads, got time to take some photos tomorrow? There’s this park just a little off campus that I think would be a good spot.

Right. The portfolio. You’d been so busy with yourself you nearly forgot you were supposed to be helping him as well.

Sure, you reply, what time?

It doesn’t take long for him to respond. I’ll pick you up at eleven. Wear something nice, please.

You heart the message and set your phone down. You aren’t sure what something nice is supposed to entail, but you’ll do your best.

The next morning, you’re waiting outside your dorm in an outfit that you deemed appropriate for the park while also being cute. It isn’t something you usually wear–the long skirt feels restricting and the jean vest is more form-fitting then you thought it would be, but Yunjin swore up and down that you looked great, so you’re choosing to believe her.

You rock back and forth on your feet while you wait, scrolling mindlessly through your phone. Heeseung is never late, but today seems to be an exception to that.

You sigh, ready to turn around and go wait in your dorm, but the sound of your name catches you off guard.

When you look over, Sunghoon is walking over to you. He must’ve been on a run, because his arms are on full display in his sleeveless tank top. Usually, the sight would send your mind reeling. But now you barely even glance towards them.

“Hi, Sunghoon.”

He nods, coming to a stop a few feet in front of you. He’s close enough for you to see the moles on his face, but far enough that you can’t smell his usual expensive cologne. A complete opposite of Heeseungs soft cedarwood and linen.

Why the fuck are you thinking about Heeseungs cologne right now?

“I haven’t seen you in a while,” he says shyly, eyebrows knit together. “I’ve…missed hanging out with you.”

Your heart skips a beat, but for all the wrong reasons.

“Sorry,” you murmur with a shrug. “I’ve just been super busy lately. You know how it gets.” It’s not a lie, you have been busy. Just…busy with Heeseung.

He pauses, his tongue darting out to lick at his lips. He looks like he’s contemplating his next words, which is something you’ve never seen him do. It hurts a bit that your relationship has turned into this. Just a month ago the thought of ignoring Sunghoon would’ve seemed unfathomable. Both of you being in separate relationships (given yours is fake) would’ve been a complete joke. And yet here you are, talking like complete strangers.

“Yeah,” he says eventually, the words quiet and hesitant. “I’ve seen you and Heeseung around campus. I was a little surprised, honestly.”

Your response is dry. Bordering on the edge of annoyance. “Yeah. So was I.”

You both know you’re not talking about Heeseung. For a moment, he almost looks regretful.

“[Y/N]-”

“Hey.” 

You didn’t even notice Heeseung's beat up Honda pull onto your street, nor notice him walk out of it. He’s dressed casually in a Decalis University sweatshirt and gray sweatpants. His camera hangs off his neck and rests against his stomach, and his hand instinctively hovers over it as he approaches.

Relief floods your chest at the sight of him. You don’t know why. It must be some kind of hormonal thing.

Sunghoon takes a step back like he’s trying to put up an invisible wall between you. The two live together, and yet the tension radiating off of them makes you wonder what their living situation must be like right now. Jake must be in a constant state of stress.

“You’re late,” you murmur.

Heeseung smiles, his hand reaching for yours and pulling your wrist to his mouth. He leaves a soft kiss on your inner wrist, and your cheeks flare at the gesture. 

“Sorry,” he mumbles against your skin. “Traffic.”

You fold immediately. “It’s fine. I was just worried.”

Sunghoon must sense that he’s no longer wanted, because he murmurs a soft goodbye and makes a swift exit. You watch as he jogs away, his forming growing smaller and smaller, and it doesn’t hurt like it used to. It just feels like…nothing. You look back to Heeseung, and any tension you had melts.

“What was that about?” He asks.

You shrug. “Was just saying hello.”

“And?”

You raise a brow. “And what?”

“Did he say anything about me? About our relationship?”

Oh. Right. You’re in love with Sunghoon.

“Oh,” you clear your throat and attempt to act like you hadn’t completely forgotten your deal. “Yeah, he did. I think he’s jealous, but he’s still with Chaewon, so does it even really matter?”

“Trust me, it does.” He snorts, leading you over to his car. “He was talking to Jake last night about how he apparently isn’t feeling any sparks with Chaewon. He wants to break up with her.”

That’s good. That’s what you wanted. You should be ecstatic and your heart should be fluttering in your chest. Instead, all you feel is a cold pang of disappointment.

“Good! That's great. Amazing, even.” You say, attempting to sound the littlest bit excited, but it just comes off flat and dull. Like you’re talking about an assignment and not the boy you’ve been in love with for months.

He gives you a side-eye as he opens the passenger door for you, and you slip in like it’s second nature. At this point, it is. “You don’t sound too excited,” he observes.

You’re not, but you can’t say that. “I’m just shocked, I guess. I don’t understand why he even got with Chaewon in the first place if he didn’t feel anything for her. It’s kind of…mean.”

Heeseung takes a second to respond as he climbs into the driver's seat. He wordlessly hands you his phone and lets you put on your playlist–something you hadn’t even realized was an option. You play Ariana Grande and watch as Heeseung tries to act like he doesn’t enjoy it.

“Sunghoons always been like that,” he says eventually. “He’s impulsive. Doesn’t think about what he’s doing until he’s regretting it and trying to act like he’s not.”

“Why?”

Heeseung shrugs, glancing at you from the corner of his eye for a split second before going back to the road. “Don’t know. It’s just how he is.”

You chew at the inside of your cheek and look out the window. The campus passes by in a blur, people walking to class together, pigeons scavenging for any scraps they can get, the lecture hall you walk to every morning. It’s familiar. Comfortable.

You look back to Heeseung, and instead of annoyance, you get the same feeling you do when you’re looking at campus. Familiarity. Comfort. And it scares you so much your throat nearly constricts.

“Well,” you croak, running a hand through your hair, “that’s stupid. And all it does is hurt the people around him.”

“Yeah,” he agrees softly, “it does.”

You don’t talk the rest of the car ride, and you’re thankful for it. Your mind is too alert for conversation right now. You can smell his cologne, can hear him humming along to Needy by Ariana Grande, can feel his presence consuming your very soul. It’s too much. It’s not enough.

You don’t hate Lee Heeseung. Because your mother used to say that hate was just another word for love, and that is the last thing you feel for the boy you grew up with.

When you arrive at the park, you’re entirely too eager to get out of the car. You barely wait for him to park before you’re practically stumbling out of your seat with the ordinance of a baby giraffe. 

Heeseung gives you a look, but he doesn’t say anything about it. Just directs you to where he wants to go with confidence. His hand hovers at your lower back–never touching–just there. Like he’s unsure of what to do with himself when you’re not around your friends and having to keep up your act.

You don’t comment on it.

Eventually, he takes you to a small pond in the middle of the park. There’s white lilies around the water, each of them dancing in the wind while the water flows around them. The sun is bright, shining in your eyes and making you squint slightly. It’s pretty beautiful, actually. You had no idea this place was so close to your campus.

Heeseung directs you on how to pose. How to smile like you have no idea you’re being watched. It’s awkward at first, mostly because the only time you’ve ever had someone take pictures of you like this was during your high school graduation, but it doesn’t take long for the tension to ease into something softer. Easier. 

He tells you to sit on the grass and tilt your head towards the pond–but each shot he gets just doesn’t feel right.

“Maybe lean more towards the left?” He mumbles, hand flying out to gesture at you. You do as he says, but apparently, he’s still not getting the shot he wants. 

He clicks his tongue in frustration, “no–that’s not–just–let me fix you.”

You furrow your brows. What does that even mean? “You don’t need to fix me, Heeseung–”

He interrupts you with a laugh. “Not like that, idiot. God, you’re always so defensive.”

You part your lips to retort, but before the words can get out, he’s walking towards you and your chin is in his hand, and you suddenly forget how to communicate entirely.

He tilts your head where he wants it, the pink of his tongue poking out the tiniest bit. His face is so close that it takes everything in you to not remember how he’d tasted when his tongue was in your mouth.

You feel your cheeks heat up, but you let him do what he needs to.

“There, that’s the angle.”

“You couldn’t have just told me to tilt my chin up?”

He smiles and goes back to his camera. “I did, princess. You just don’t listen.”

God, he’s so annoying.

But still, your lips curve up and your heart gets that same feeling it did at the party. The one that you’re not quite ready to name.

“Do we really have to go to this brunch?” You groan, flopping down onto your bed. “Sunghoon and Chaewon are going to be there, and I really don’t feel like watching them be all over each other.”

Yunjin shakes her head, “that’s exactly why we have to go. So that you and Heeseung can do it right back to them.”

“They already saw us kiss! What more do we have to do? Feed each other and do that weird baby talk bullshit couples do?”

Yunjin gags and rolls her eyes. “I don’t know what couples you’re talking to, but please tell them I said to stop doing that immediately. But, no, that’s not what I meant. How is it going to look if everyone's there except for you and Heeseung?”

“Um, fine? No one’s going to care.”

“It’s going to look suspicious. Everyone knows you had a thing for Sunghoon before he popped out with Chaewon. You and Heeseung need to prove to everyone–not just Sunghoon–that you’re actually in love.”

You sigh. You know she’s right, you just hate it. Why do you need to prove your fake relationship to your friends? It feels wrong. It feels like lying.

Actually, it is lying. 

“I hate lying to everyone,” you sigh, hugging your pillow to your chest. “Makes me feel like a bad friend.”

“You’re not a bad friend,” Yunjin reassures, rolling her chair over to you. It gets caught on the rug for a moment, but she’s quick to force the wheels to move again. “Besides, what they don’t know won’t hurt them.”

You give her a look. “That’s like, the worst advice you’ve ever given me.”

She chuckles, “sorry I’m not well versed in the art of therapy for fake dating. I’ll make sure to switch my degree to better accommodate you.”

“That would actually be great, thank you.”

She takes in a breath, her hand reaching for yours. “Just…don’t think of it as lying. Think about it like two friends helping each other out.”

“He’s not my friend.” You scoff, but the words don’t hold any bite behind them. Not like they used to, at least.

Yunjin grins knowingly. “Yeah, he is.”

You don’t bother correcting her again.

Brunch is at noon at that diner off of fifth. The same one you’d gone to when this entire mess started. The same one you’d started falling in love with Sunghoon at. It’s weird now, seeing how much your life has changed in the short amount of time since you were last here.

You have a fake boyfriend now. You don’t talk to Sunghoon. Your life feels like it’s falling apart and coming back together all at once.

You and Heeseung sit next to each other wordlessly, both of you more cautious about touching. It feels like there’s enough space between your leg and his to fill out the Grand Canyon. It shouldn’t bother you, but it does.

Sunghoon holds Chaewon's hand under the table, and their shoulders brush every time they move. It’s irritating and annoying and you strangely enough couldn’t care less about it. That sense of jealousy you’d felt the last time you were here no longer spills over your guts like acid, instead you feel nothing.

You try to force yourself to remember what you’d liked about Sunghoon. He’s kind. Smart. Dedicated. Absolutely fucking gorgeous.

But he’s not…

“Honestly,” Jake says between spoonfuls of biscuits and gravy, “when Yunjin told us you guys were seeing each other, I thought she was lying. I mean, you guys couldn’t even be in the same room without having some kind of argument.”

You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear nervously, “yeah. I was pretty surprised too.”

You don’t miss the way Heeseung cracks a smile at that. “It was kind of sudden, but I'm glad it happened.” He says easily, “means I finally get to stop pretending I can’t stand her.”

You can tell he hadn’t meant to say that last part, because his eyes go wide and he tenses for a second. Not long enough for anyone to catch it, but you do. You see the way fear flashes behind his irises for a moment, the way his breath catches before filling out his chest once again.

Sunghoons throat bobs as he swallows, dark eyes darting between the two of you slowly. “Pretending?” He asks cautiously, like he’s testing the words on his tongue.

But you don’t care about Sunghoon. All you can think about is what Heeseung said. I finally get to stop pretending I can’t stand her. Is he being honest? Or is this all just a part of your act? You hate that you can’t tell.

“Uh,” he laughs nervously, bringing a hand up to scratch at the back of his neck. “When we were in school, I didn't know how to get her attention. She was smart and kind and friends with everyone, and I was just…there. She used to do this thing in kindergarten where she’d wait for everyone else to fall asleep during naptime before she did because she didn’t want anyone to have to sit there alone, and I remember thinking she must’ve been sent by some kind of angel.” He laughs then, a genuine one. The kind that lights up his entire face.

You hadn’t even remembered you did that, but it’s true. You did. It always just felt like the right thing to do, but the fact that he remembers it all these years later makes you feel almost dizzy. 

“I think it was in third grade when I figured the best way to get her attention was to piss her off,” he continues. “I don’t know why. But I spent the next ten or more years making sure I annoyed her to the best of my ability. I think I just decided that I’d rather have her hate me than not have her in my life at all.”

The table is silent aside from the people talking around you. They’re all having normal conversations while you're going through the biggest existential crisis of your life. You understand that this is supposed to be fake–but that didn’t feel like something he made up on the spot. It felt like he was finally coming clean about something that’d been sitting on his chest for years. And if that’s true, where does that leave you?

“Heeseung…” You attempt, eyes searching the side of his face. When he turns to you, he looks more sincere than you’ve ever seen him. His hand reaches for yours under the table and he intertwines his fingers with yours. The hold is gentle, soft, right. It feels like you’re exactly where you were always supposed to be.

“Sorry,” he laughs, turning back to the group. “That was kind of sappy.”

“Nah, man, that was beautiful.” Jake murmurs, bringing a hand up to his chest. “I’m happy for you guys, seriously.”

“Yeah,” Sunghoon nods, “you guys are good for each other.” He looks resigned. Like he’s accepting defeat. It makes something click in your brain.

For the first time in your life, you think you’re starting to see Heeseung exactly for who he is.

You don’t notice the way he looks at Sunghoon. Or how he swallows back his pride and comes to terms with what he knows he has to do.

You don't comment when he pulls his hand away from you, you just assume it's because he wants to be able to properly eat his food.

When brunch is over, you say your goodbyes to everyone with a pep in your step. You know that telling Heeseung how you’re feeling might complicate things, but he basically just confessed that he remembered things you did in kindergarten. You don’t remember that kind of stuff unless it means something, right?

“I’ll walk you back to your dorm?” He murmurs next to you, and you nod.

“I’d like that.”

There’s tension in the air as you walk, one that you’re practically dying to address. But Heeseung doesn’t look like he did in the diner. He looks conflicted, scared–he keeps his eyes ahead and his hands shoved into his pockets. Nothing like the bright boy you’d been sitting next to barely an hour ago.

“Are you okay?” You ask, voice soft.

He doesn’t even glance at you. “I’m fine.”

“Then why do you look like a kicked puppy?” You attempt to joke, but he doesn't laugh. Instead, he pauses on the sidewalk, and you barely get a few feet in front of him when you notice he’s stopped.

“What’s going on, Heeseung?” You attempt again, reaching for his hand. He pulls it back so sharply you nearly flinch.

“I think…I think we need to stop.” He says finally.

Your heart drops. “What? Why? Did I–Did I do something to make you uncomfortable?"

“No, no, it’s not–” He runs a shaky hand through his hair, “fuck, it’s not you.”

You raise a brow. He’s not making any sense. He wants to stop now? After what he said in the diner? “Then what is it?” You snap.

He shakes his head like the words are too painful to speak. “You like Sunghoon, [Y/N], and he’s going to break up with Chaewon soon. I got the pictures I needed for the competition. There’s no reason to drag this on any longer than we already have.”

His words shouldn’t feel like a breakup, but they do. God, they do.  They feel like he’s pulling away from you after you’ve finally come to terms with what you feel for him. “What about what you said in the diner?” You ask finally, voice breaking. “I can’t just act like that didn’t happen, Heeseung. Not when I’m finally–I’m finally…” The words get caught in your throat, but you both know exactly what you mean by them.

His hands squeeze into fists at his side. “That didn’t mean anything, [Y/N].” he says lowly, like breaking your heart is something he does daily. Maybe it was and you just never noticed before. “It was just helping the act. Keeping up the lie. That’s all.”

Tears come to your waterline, the back of your throat beginning to ache from the force of it. “You don’t mean that.”

“I do,” he says firmly, but you can see the way his eyes are beginning to turn glassy. “I really do.”

He turns on his heel then, leaving you alone on the sidewalk and turning his back onto whatever fucked up thing it is you’ve built together. 

Your mother used to say that hate and love were synonymous. You know now that she was wrong.

Because what you feel for Lee Heeseung has nothing to do with love, and everything to do with pure, unadulterated hate.

Your phone chimes, and when you check the notification, what you see doesn't make you feel good. It doesn't bring joy to your heart or make you want to skip down the street. Instead, it makes your heart break a little bit more.

Yunjin: Sunghoon just broke up with Chaewon. We’re so in

You should be happy. This is exactly what you wanted, right?

So why do you feel like you just lost the one thing that mattered the most?

You haven’t talked to Heeseung in three weeks. He transferred out of your shared class–something you didn’t even know was possible this late into the semester–and stopped showing up to any group hangouts. Not that you care, obviously. 

The both of you said your breakup was mutual. That the stress of school and work just didn’t make a relationship possible, but there weren’t any hard feelings. Jake had raised a brow at the entire thing, but ultimately accepted it without a word.

But, Sunghoon seeing the both of you being single at the same time again, decided that meant he could shoot his shot. Which is good–it was the entire point of this entire thing, right?

Sunghoon is nice. He holds the door open for you and he pays for your meals and he takes you back to that coffee shop the both of you loved so much.

He is perfect for you in every sense.

But when he sits next to you, you don’t feel that same spark low in your belly. When he makes a joke, you don’t laugh until you swear you’re going to run out of oxygen. He doesn’t look at you like you mean something to him.

Yunjin's not dumb, she knows something's wrong. Just a few months ago you would’ve been ecstatic at the idea of going on dates with Sunghoon, so why do you seem like you couldn’t care less about him now?

“Are you okay?” She asks, voice filled with concern. “You’ve been…distant.”

“I’m fine,” you answer a bit too quickly. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I don't know, why don’t you tell me?”

You blink, turning to look at her in your mirror. You’re in the middle of getting ready for you and Sunghoons third date. He told you to dress nicely for dinner, but all you can think about is the fact that Heeseung would be presenting his pictures for the contest tonight. You didn’t even get to see them, which is more annoying than anything else.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Yunjin.” You lie.

She sighs, crossing her arms over her chest and making her way over to you. She smooths down the hem of your skirt without a second thought. “Fine. You don’t have to tell me but, if it’s because of Heeseung–”

“It’s not.”

“–If it’s because of Heeseung, then I’d understand.”

You freeze, eyes snapping to hers. You never told her about the last conversation you’d had with Heeseung, because you figured there wasn’t really any point. He’d “broken up” with you, and that was that. It doesn't mean anything else.

You want Sunghoon. You know you do. It’s the entire reason you and Heeseung came up with that stupid plan in the first place. You aren’t going to throw away a good guy because you’d gotten confused.

“It’s not,” you lie again, “I’m just stressed with finals and stuff. That’s all.”

Yunjin obviously doesn’t believe you. You don’t blame her, of course. You’ve always been an awful liar.

She doesn’t say anything for a moment, and you’re already dreading what she’s going to say. Every time Yunjin goes silent, it always means she’s going to say something that you probably don’t want to hear. 

“You know,” she starts, voice soft and low, “I’ve never seen you look at anyone the way you looked at him.”

You freeze, a shiver rushing down your spine like ice cold water. “What?”

“I just mean–” She backtracks for a moment before deciding to just say it, “you never look at Sunghoon the way you looked at Heeseung. You looked…happy with him. Like, actually happy. Not just because you thought you were supposed to be, but because you actually felt it.”

You go silent at that. You were happy. Even if you hadn’t wanted to admit it–even if you were fighting it for whatever reason. “I’m happy with Sunghoon.” You say with finality, but you both hear how your voice shakes.

“If you say so,” she sighs, turning back and sitting at her desk. “What’re you guys doing tonight?”

You’re grateful for the change in topic. “He’s taking me to dinner,” you shrug, clipping on your earrings. “Somewhere fancy, I guess.”

She hums. “Do you think he’s going to kiss you tonight?”

God, I really, really hope not.

“I hope so,” you answer instead. Maybe kissing Sunghoon will be exactly what you need to get your mind off of him. “I think I’ve waited long enough.” You laugh, but it’s weak. Dishonest.

Yunjin frowns at the sound of it, but she doesn’t push. “Yeah,” she mumbles, “me too.”

Sunghoon arrives at five on the dot. Just like he said he would. You should’ve been watching the clock because you were excited for him to get here, but instead all you could think about every time you glanced at it was how nervous Heeseung must be right now. The contest starts at seven, which means he finds out in the next two hours if he wins the money. Your hand twitches at your side. You want to text him and say good luck, but you don’t. 

“You look beautiful,” Sunghoon says. He’s all dark hair and dark eyes, not a single hair out of place. His suit looks expensive, and you wonder if he bought it just for the occasion. That definitely feels like something he would do.

“Thank you,” you respond, hoping he doesn’t see how fake your smile is. “You clean up pretty nicely as well.”

“I try,” he jokes, outstretching his arm for you. You take it easily, but it doesn’t feel right in your palm. It’s sturdy, easy. But, it doesn’t have any of that fire that you think it should.

Sunghoon is a gentleman the entire night. He takes you to eat, makes corny jokes, kisses your knuckles with pink cheeks. And it’s good. It’s so, so good. It’s exactly what you’ve always wanted.

But when you close your eyes, it’s not Sunghoon you see.

It’s dirty blonde hair covered by some ratty baseball cap. It’s that fucking teasing smile that you used to hate seeing. It’s watching him grow up and having him remember things about you that you’d completely forgotten about.

It’s him. Heeseung.

Sunghoon leads you to your front door nervously, his eyes searching yours like he’s trying to get some kind of read on you. You wonder if he can see that your heart isn’t here–that it never was.

“I had a good time tonight,” he says, lips curling up into a soft smile. “I hope it was the same for you.”

“I…” Your words catch in your throat. You know what the logical thing would be to do right now. Accept his compliments, kiss him sweetly, go into your room giddy and wait for him to text you. But it’s wrong. It’s so, so wrong.

“Sunghoon,” you start, eyes filling with tears. “I’m so fucking sorry.”

He’s silent for a split second, like he’s trying to process your words. “Why?” He asks, “Did something happen? Did I–Did I do something?”

God, you wish he had. That would make this entire thing so much easier. 

“No,” you laugh wetly, “It’s not you. It’s–it’s me.” You know it’s cliche, but it's true. Because while you should’ve been enjoying him tonight, all you could think about was Heeseung. About the way he’d kissed you at the party. About how he always looked at you like there was more he wanted to say but he just never knew how.

Sunghoon blinks, his eyebrows knitting together and creasing his forehead. “What?”

“You’re perfect, Sunghoon.” you start, the words flowing out of you like you’re finally admitting them to yourself. “And for a long time, you were everything I ever wanted. You went to the cafe with me. You invited me to your games. I thought–I thought that I’d finally found the person I was meant to be with.”

“I–I don’t understand,” he murmurs, “Is that not how you feel anymore?”

Your heart constricts as you shake your head. “I wanted to. I really, really tried to remind myself of how I felt for you before. But…”

It takes him a second, but you see the exact moment recognition flashes across his face. He takes a step back from you, lips falling into a straight line. “But I’m not him.”

You can’t help the sob that rips from your throat. “I’m so sorry, Sunghoon.”

You half expect him to yell, maybe flip you off and drive off in his Porsche while he gets Chaewon on speed dial. But he doesn’t. He stands there for a long moment, breathing slowly, tongue poking the inside of his cheek every now and then.

And then he looks up at you, at the tears staining your cheeks, at how the honesty ripped out of you like a force of nature. He checks his watch–6:50 pm. Ten minutes before the contest starts.

“Come on,” he says, already jogging to the driver's seat.

You’re frozen, watching him with wide eyes. Did he not hear what you just said? “Sunghoon–”

He gives you a look so sharp it nearly steals the breath from your lungs. “We’ve got ten minutes to make it to that contest, and unfortunately, I’m not very big on breaking traffic laws. So, hurry up and get in!”

You gawk at him, a smile curling onto your lips, but you run into his car, nevertheless.

He was right, he’s not big on breaking traffic laws. But you see he’s going five over the speed limit compared to his usual three, and that feels like it counts for something. Even though you’d been leading him on for the past three weeks, he’s still trying to make sure you’re happy. He’s still looking out for you. 

“Thank you,” you sniffle. And you truly mean it.

His gaze stays glued to the road. "Don't mention it.”

You arrive at the photography center with two minutes to spare. Sunghoon doesn't even let you say bye, just rushes you out of the car and wishes you good luck. You don’t look back as you run inside.

You’re thankful you at least dressed nicely for the date, because everyone in here looks like they come from money. Women in floorlength gowns, men in suits you’re sure cost more than your entire tuition. These must be the donors.

The hall is filled with pictures, some simple–some you think you have to be involved in the community to understand. But even as you practically sprint down the hallway, Heeseung is nowhere to be found.

“Please make your way to the dining hall as the photography committee prepares to announce the winner of this year's $100,000 grant!” A voice rings from the intercom, and you blindly follow the crowd into the large room parallel to the hall.

It’s filled with tables, and there’s a stage right at the front of the room with a podium and a giant projector. There’s nothing on it yet, but you’re assuming that’s where they’ll show the winning portfolio.

The tables all have name cards, so you do your best to conspicuously make your way to the back where nobody will notice you standing awkwardly. Plus, from back here it’ll be easier to try and find Heeseung.

You study the crowd, looking for the familiar head of blonde hair, but you come up empty. For a second, you wonder if he’s even here. He has to be here, you think. This is everything to him.

But every time someone new walks in, it’s never him.

You rock back and forth on your feet, a nervous habit. Pretty soon all the chairs are filled out and Heeseung is still nowhere to be seen. You wonder if he’d dropped out of the contest, but that still wouldn’t make any sense. Why would he drop out when photography was so important to him?

You reach for your phone, half tempted to call him and ask where the hell he was, but the lights dim and the president of the photography committee walks up the podium. She’s an older woman, with pin straight grey hair and huge glasses. She has to pull down the microphone to match her height. Heeseung used to joke that even though she looked like she belonged in a Disney movie, she was the toughest mentor he’d ever had. 

“Thank you all for coming tonight,” she starts, voice light. “We had many great admissions this year. All of which I personally took the time to look through, and let me tell you, there was some tough competition. I almost threw up my hands and gave the money to everyone!” 

The crowd laughs at that, but you can tell it’s just them being polite. “But, unfortunately, we can’t do that. So, after many sleepless nights and lots of talks with the committee, I was able to come to a decision. This year's winner is someone I think has put in more effort into his photos than anyone else I’ve ever had the pleasure of working with. He’s not naturally talented, no, but he’s dedicated. He takes risks. He tries new things and doesn’t shy away when they don’t work.”

The projector begins to come to life. “As you know, this year's theme was muse. The participants were meant to find a singular person and put together a portfolio of said person.”

The first photo flashes against the screen–and your breath catches in your throat. It's you. But it’s not the ones from the park, no, it’s you in class. Your pencil is in between your lips; brows scrunched together the way they always are when you get frustrated. You’re not wearing any makeup–hell, you look like you just rolled out of bed!

Your breath catches as the photos continue. Some of you in class, in the diner, at that God forsaken party. All pictures that look old and new at the same time. You can tell some are from after this entire mess started, when you and Heeseung started to actually enjoy each other's presence. You look happier in those ones.

But there’s some from before too–when the only times you ever thought about Heeseung were when you were thinking about how much you can’t stand him. Those ones are mostly you in class, all of them shot from the same angle. There’s a few of you from group hangouts, and you wonder how you never noticed him taking them. Maybe it’s because you’re just so used to seeing him with his camera that you stopped noticing it entirely.

It’s the last photo that really gets you though. It’s from the park, you’re sitting in the grass, head tilted to the side, lips curling up into a soft smile. You’re looking into the camera–or, behind it actually–directly at Heeseung, and the look in your eyes is enough to knock the breath from your lungs.

You look like you’re in love.

“This year's winner–though I doubt anyone's surprised–Is Lee Heeseung!”

You barely register her words, because all you can see is Heeseung walking up onto the stage. So that’s where he was, you think.

He’s wearing a suit, though it doesn’t look nearly as nice as everyone else's here. His dirty blonde hair is actually styled for once, and his lips are curled up into a small smile. But it’s not the one you’re used to seeing. It doesn’t quite reach his eyes, doesn’t make his face light up like it usually does. Despite winning, he looks almost sad.

He gives a small bow at the podium, shaking hands with the Committee President. He looks nervous as he comes up to the mic, and you squeeze your hands together. Does he want you here? Should you try and make your presence known?

You are the girl in his photos, after all.

“Wow,” he starts, voice shaking slightly. “This is…an honor. Really. I didn’t go into this contest thinking I would win. In fact, I wasn’t going to enter at all. Not until I realized I’d already accidentally found my muse.” He laughs then, but it’s short. “I entered for selfish reasons. Not for the money. Not so that I could get my photos in international shows. But, because I wanted an excuse to get closer to her.”

His eyes scan the crowd, until finally, they land on you. His eyes widen for a moment, lips parting in shock. For a moment, you think he wants you to leave. You wouldn’t blame him if he did.

But he smiles. Really smiles. “None of this would’ve been possible without her.” He continues now, voice more confident. “These photos would’ve sat tucked away in my camera forever. But she made me confident. She reminded me of why I love photography in the first place. So, I’m dedicating this grant to her. To my muse.” His eyes find yours again. “My [Y/N].”

You don’t get a chance to go up to Heeseung until after all of the sponsors have congratulated him, which admittedly takes a lot longer than you think either of you would like.

You can see him on stage, shaking hands with people who you assume must be important. He never keeps his eyes on them for too long. Instead, they trail over to you, like he’s hoping he’ll be able to communicate with you through eye contact.

By the time you can actually speak to him, the hall is mostly empty aside from a few stragglers. He approaches you with caution, like he’s scared of getting too close.

“Hi,” he breathes, stopping a few feet in front of you.

“Hi,” you say back.

The air is softer than it had been the last time you’d seen him. Then, it was harsh. Like smoke filling into your lungs. Now, it feels like a breath of fresh air.

You’re both silent for a moment, like you’re unsure of what to say to each other.

“I broke it off with Sunghoon,” you say eventually, eyes falling to the floor. 

He blinks. “You did?”

“I did.”

“Okay.”

More silence.

“You took pictures of me,” you observe.

“I did.”

“Why?”

He laughs, a full hearty sound, like he’s caught off guard by the question. You don’t know why he would be. You think it’s a perfectly fair thing to ask.

He shrugs, “I felt inspired by you.”

You raise a brow at that. “Inspired? By what—me chewing my pencil like a child?”

He grins, shoving his hands into his pockets. “No. I was inspired by how I felt when I looked at you.”

That makes you pause. “What?”

He fiddles with the corner of his pocket, thumb grazing it once before darting away. He sucks in a deep breath, and then finally, he says everything you know he’s been holding back.

“I’ve been in love with you since we were six years old,” he starts. “Ever since I watched you stay up the entire nap time because Jungwon couldn’t fall asleep. I knew right then and there that I loved you and that I was going to continue to love you for as long as I knew you.”

You can’t help the way your eyes go glassy, heart thumping a million miles an hour in your chest. “Heeseung…”

He doesn’t let you finish. “But I was shy—well, scared is more like it—I was scared that you weren’t going to want to be my friend and I would never be able to be around you.”

“Why would you think that?” 

He shrugs, “why does a third grader think anything?”

You don’t have a reply for that.

He sighs before continuing. “After that it just…became a thing. Our thing. I annoyed you and therefore I got to keep being in your life. Even if it wasn't what I wanted, I figured it was better than not being around you at all.” He swallows, tongue darting out to wet his lips. “But then we got to university and you met Sunghoon and I felt you slipping away from me, and I didn’t know what to do with that. I thought that maybe…maybe it was time for me to let you go.”

Your heart cracks at the strain in his voice, like he’s recalling a bad memory.

“So, I’m sure you can imagine my surprise when Jake came home and started asking me a million questions about our apparent relationship.” 

“Oh, God,” you laugh, shaking your head at the memory. At the time, it’d genuinely felt like the end of the world. Now, you really can’t imagine where your life would be without Yunjin's lie.

For starters, he probably would’ve never told you this, and you would’ve gone your entire life chopping up your relationship to nothing but a high school rivalry that didn’t have any deeper meaning. You would’ve never found out he felt this way—or that you feel the way you do.

“It was good,” he starts again, “pretending. Even though it wasn’t really pretending for me. And then we went to that diner and I just…I got scared. I didn’t want to hold you back from what you really wanted. I thought, she’s hated me for years, at least now she’ll have an actual reason. And I wanted to be okay with that. I really did.” He takes a step closer. “But now you’re here. And I think I know why, but I’m getting tired of assuming things, princess. So, I think you’ll have to tell me.”

You suck in a shaky breath, your own hands fiddling with the hem of your dress nervously. “I…tried. With Sunghoon. I thought it was what I wanted, the easiness of it all. He was kind and he made bad jokes and I thought I was content with that.” 

You roll your eyes, “But then you happened.” You say it like it’s an insult, but you both know it’s not. “And every time I was with him all I could think was how his car didn’t have that mysterious dent in the front. How he didn’t let me play pop music and pretend he wasn’t singing along when we both knew he was. How he didn't make me feel like I actually meant something to him.” 

Your eyes find his for the first time since he approached you tonight. “All I could think about was how he wasn’t you.”

For a brief second, the only noise between the two of you is your breathing and the faint hum of people around you. Heeseung's lips part, his Adam's apple bobbing as he takes in your confession. He’s silent for so long you nearly think you overstepped.

But then he’s taking a step towards you and cradling your jaw with his hand. You don’t move away.

“I’m going to kiss you now, okay?” He says, and the familiarity of his words brings a smile to your face.

“Okay. I trust you.”

And then his lips are on yours.

This kiss is different from the first one. It’s not hungry, not a performance for anyone else. This kiss is solely for you, for the love you’ve found and never plan on losing. It tastes like him and feels exactly like coming home.

His thumb rubs the apple of your cheek, his lips moving against yours slowly. He doesn’t use tongue, but you don’t need him to.

When you finally pull away, he rests his forehead against yours and brings his hands down to your waist. They feel heavy against you, like a claim you never knew you needed.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” he murmurs.

You giggle, bringing your own arms up to wrap around his neck. “Have you?”

“Yeah,” he responds, “along with…other things.”

You raise a brow at that, “yeah? Like what?”

That’s exactly how you end up back at his apartment, his lips moving against yours like he’s trying to memorize your body with them. Jake and Sunghoon are out thankfully, which means you’ve got the entire apartment to yourself. 

Heeseung leads you blindly to his room, never once turning away from you or attempting to look where he’s going. You laugh as he trips over the carpet, but he swallows it with his mouth on yours.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says against you. You don’t even notice you’ve made it into your bedroom before your legs hit the mattress and suddenly, he’s pulling you down onto it. “Been waiting so long to have you like this.”

“Yeah?” You manage to say, your voice airy. “Show me, then.”

He pulls back for a moment, eyes looking directly into yours, and then he’s moving his lips to your neck. He leaves wet kisses down the column of your throat, your shoulder, sucking marks into the delicate skin of your collarbone. 

His teeth graze a particular spot at your neck that makes you gasp, and he processes the noise with a slight groan of his own. He bites down on the spot–not hard, just enough for your back to arch and your fingers to find purchase in his hair. Your legs wrap around his waist as his tongue shoots out to soothe the bite.

Slowly, he brings a hand up to the strap of your dress, his fingers slipping under it but never pulling down.

“Hee,” you practically whine, “please.”

He grins, and then he pulls the strap down ever so slowly. You know he’s teasing you, and the thought makes heat pool between your legs.

Once the dress is off, he throws it to the side and sits back on his heels so he can stare at you. You still have your underwear and bra on, but the sight of your bare stomach and legs is enough for him to let out a low whistle.

“You’re so beautiful, princess,” he murmurs. The sincerity in his voice makes your cheeks hot. “So fucking perfect.”

Your lips part to respond, but he leans down and kisses you again. This kiss is different from all the others. It’s messy and deep and pulls noises out of you that you weren’t even aware you could make.

He sucks on your bottom lip once, and then he pulls away and leaves kisses all down your body. Down your neck, your cloth-covered breasts, your stomach, all the way down until he leaves one final kiss at your ankle. 

He seats himself at the edge of the bed and ever-so-gently pulls you down so your legs hang over the edge of the bed and your cunt is level with his face. He stares at it for a long moment, at the wet patch growing on the lace. At your pretty white panties.

Your hands fist the sheets, legs nearly closing on instinct, but he just pushes them over his shoulders and keeps you open for him. “Don’t hide from me,” he mumbles. His hand slowly trails up your thigh until it finds the edge of your underwear.

He keeps it there for what feels like forever. Never touching. Just looking. 

“Please,” you whimper, “please touch me.”

He grins, “yeah? Want my mouth on you, baby?”

You nod, hips rolling against nothing. “Yes, fuck, please.”

That seems to finally break him, because he licks one large stripe up your cunt through your underwear. You gasp at the feeling, your back arching slightly.

He continues licking small kitten-licks over your panties, and the mixture of his saliva and your arousal begins to turn the cloth nearly translucent.

He groans like the taste of you is his favorite meal. “You taste so good,” he murmurs against you, “like heaven.”

You bite your lower lip to keep yourself from crying out when his tongue catches your clit, and then he brings his hands up to your waist and pulls your underwear down your legs. You don’t miss the way he stares at them for a second before letting them drop to the floor.

He spits on your cunt, watching the way his saliva drips down your slit before he sucks your clit into his mouth.

You cry out at the feeling, your toes curling at his back. He groans at the taste and brings his hands up to your hips, gripping them and keeping them still.

“Fuck,” you moan when he brings his tongue down to your hole, collecting the arousal there like it's his own personal ambrosia.

“All this is for me, right?” He questions, trailing a hand down and rubbing his thumb against your clit. The feeling has your head spinning. “Not for Sunghoon, all for me, isn’t that right, princess?”

You nod feverishly, his possessiveness nearly enough to make you finish right there and then. “Yours! ‘S all yours.”

He smirks, “that’s a good girl.” 

And then he brings a finger to your entrance, circling over it once before letting it slip inside the ring of muscle. The air punches from your lungs at the feeling, but then he sucks your clit into his mouth again while his finger thrusts into you and you really think you’re going to start seeing stars.

“Hee–Heeseung,” you cry, “fuck!”

He hums but doesn’t stop. Instead, he pushes a second finger inside and begins to curl them upwards. You feel him hit that spongey spot inside of you and you know you’re done for.

“I’m close–fuck,”

He doesn’t work you harder, just keeps going at the pace so he can drag out your orgasm for as long as possible. “Come on, baby, cum for me. Show me just how bad you want it.”

That’s all it takes for you to release all over his face and hand. Your muscles tighten and relax over and over again, back arching and vision going white. He groans and licks up every drop, working you through it without a complaint.

You expect him to stop now that you’ve finished, but he doesn’t. If anything, he goes harder. The overstimulation begins to border on the edge of too much, and your hips buck up without your permission.

“Fuck, too much, I cant–”

He doesn’t let up. “Yeah, you can. Come on, wanna see you fall apart for me all over again.”

It doesn’t take long for your second orgasm to crash over you, and this one nearly leaves your body feeling limp and your pulse to blare against your ears.

Your body is still twitching from aftershocks when he climbs up next to you, and you watch with blurry vision as he brings his fingers up to his mouth and licks them clean. He hums at the taste and then brings his hands to the hem of his shirt and slips it off.

Your eyes trail over the sight of his bare chest, noting every ridge of muscle and mole, watching the way his chest heaves slightly. He’s absolutely beautiful, like a painting you’d find at some stupidly expensive art show.

“You’re beautiful,” you murmur.

Now it’s his turn to blush. His ears and cheeks turn a slight shade of pink, but he brings his lips down to yours before you can tease him for it.

Before you know it, his underwear is off and he’s lining himself up with your entrance. He looks up to you for permission, and you nod at him.

Pressure blooms between your legs as he pushes in, but it isn’t exactly painful. It just feels like something you never knew you needed. Like he was made exactly for you.

You keen, back bowing off the bed and eyebrows knitting together. He brings a hand up to cup your cheek and rests his forehead against yours as he finally bottoms out.

You can feel him kissing your g-spot, and he experimentally rolls his hips against yours once. You both groan at the feeling of you tightening around him, and then he pulls out slightly and snaps back in.

You cry out, your nails raking down his back. He hisses slightly at the sting but doesn’t make any moves to stop you. Instead, he begins to rock onto you like his life depends on it. You can feel every ridge of his cock; can feel the way it curves at just the right angle. 

“You feel so fucking good,” he gasps, “so perfect. Always knew you would.”

He buries his face into your neck, his hips snapping against yours like his life depends on it. 

You feel yourself getting close, but before you can warn him your back is arching and you're finishing against him.

He cries out, his thrusts beginning to turn sloppy. “Fuck, fuck, I’m–” He finishes inside you without another word, painting your insides with his cum. 

You both lay there for a moment, trying to catch your breath. He pulls out of you with a low breath and then reaches over for something at his nightstand to clean you up silently.

You watch him as he does, noting the way he cleans up your thighs with so much care. He doesn’t rush the aftercare process either, he kisses your skin gently and murmurs sweet words against you.

By the time your thighs stop shaking and you actually feel like you can breathe without your chest caving in, he’s laying down beside you and pulling you against his chest.

You lay there for a moment, feeling the way his chest rises and falls against your back. The warmth from his skin.

“Heeseung?” You mumble.

“Hm?”

You blink, a smile curling onto your lips. “I love you.”

He doesn’t even hesitate. “I love you, too.”

And for once, you know that you both mean it.

Your mother used to say that hate was just another word for love. And right now, you know that she was right. Because what you feel for Lee Heeseung used to have everything to do with hate, but now you know it was really just another word for love.

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[hyuckzcult]

09 ⟶ SMASH OR PASS

.𖥔 ݁ SYNOPSIS . after getting publicly broken up with because of a misspread rumor, you move away to "heal" and "start over". when you come back after months and see your ex and said person—who spread those rumors about you—getting closer each day, you realize maybe you shouldn't have ever come back. and it definitely doesn't help when your ex starts giving you mixed signals about everything.

PAIRING ex!jake x fem!reader FEATURING aespa ningning, riize shotaro, nct haechan, le sserafim yunjin +enhypen

TAGS smau (+written) ; crack ; university au ; lots of miscommunication ; dumbass jake ; cringey moments ; cliche 𝓦 none that I can think of other than suggestive comments?

masterlist / 01 / 02 / 03 / 04 / 05 / 06 / 07 / 08 / 09

mars yap I will always sneak in my love for f1 and Antonelli/Russell + jay's crush on verstappen ok leave me alone

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[noirellee]

‎‎ ‎‎‎​ ‎‎ ‎‎‎​ • 🗑 ㅤTHE RETROSPECTIVE ｡ ( 성훈 )

𝒜𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐘 ' 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾, 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗎𝗆𝗉𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖼𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗋𝗎𝖾𝗅, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾’𝗌 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒.

𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗎 👜 : 𝒻t. 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗇 × 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ꣑୧ ‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗏𝖾 '‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎‎𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 爱 𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝖽𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗀𝖾 ‎‎ 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗈𝗌 ‎‎‎ 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍

OO1 OO2 OO3 OO4 OO5 ...

✉️ ୨୧ listen to Iris by Goo Goo Dolls while reading this chapter >< trust me. i had that song on repeat the entire time i was writing ❤︎

isa: i'm so sorry to everyone for the last part :p i know it hurt. but basically… this was the whole plot from the start. >< sunghoon had to be dead. there was no other way to end it. also the taglist is closed for the smau :>

[rikionread]

Context matters ᩠᮫✿ິ᤻◌

freaked out niki x clueless reader

!!- smau | language | suggestive | bimbo reader

If you guys have any suggestions on what I can post please tell me cus I’m bored thank you very much🙂‍↕️

[enhaxniniee]

One rainy day, Heeseung invites you to his house pretending he wants you to cook for him, but in the end he ends up eating you.

[ccoeurhee]

[courire]

ㅤ CAN YOU BE MINE ❔ 심재윤

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ㅤ 🦑 。 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎𝗃𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 .

ㅤ✿ ✉️ㅤsome of these are pretty explicit so 𝗠𝗗𝗡𝗜

𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 𝖿𝖻𝗐 !jake ♥︎ 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 !reader ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ⌗ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ suggestive / nsfw, humor ‎ ‎ ‎✶ REQUEST

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[dollhoonki]

⛰︎ ོ ༄ ── I FOLLOW RIVERS ⋆ LEE HEESEUNG。

    ପ(⑅ˊᵕˋ⑅)ଓ 𓂃𓂃𓂃 your cupcake has been delivered.ᐟ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱

⋮ ⌗ ┆概要 ⨾ an opportunity to spend time together arises when heeseung's team-building trip entails a plus-one. despite its built-in dread, he's happy to be with you again. except you're acting funny, and he has no tolerance for it.

李羲承 𝔁 𝒻 .ᐟ读者 ── 4.7k       explicit content ⋆ smut (mdni)、established relationship、age gap (reader is 24, heeseung's 28)、dubcon undertones、somnophilia、jealousy trope、dom!heeseung、sub!reader、vaginal fingering、degradation/humilation、(brief) tit play、(brief) pussy job、unprotected sex (don't do this), creampie、breeding kink、biting、petnames used: baby、good/perfect girl、poor thing、princess⌇ℳ.list

⋮ ⌗ ┆便条 ⨾ yippppeeeee! another homemade delivery :3 this was a nice little piece to get written amongst other requests and some ideas i've been working on 🤭 this also made me feral over heeseung, but who is surprised? 🙃 anyways, i do hope you enjoy this fic and the others i have in store! much loveeeee! <333

This is purposeful. You're being purposeful.

He'd already been dreading the camping trip assigned to his department as a fun, required team building exercise. Drowning in repeated deadlines, endless meetings that could've been an email and enough screen time to worry himself of his vision, this is the last thing he wants to do when everything's said and done. He's been neglecting you too, deep-seated exhaustion coming with work and age that once he trudges through his home's doorway, he wants nothing more than to loosen his tie and pass out. You'd been understanding ─ as you always are ─ noting how sweet it'd be when you'd get to be together again, schedules cleared, devoted to each other like before. 

You had your own life. Settling into life's rhythm after uni, meet-ups with friends planned months in advance, making your shoebox apartment a home, perhaps taking on more than you should at work because it's your first real job. You wanted to do well, seem worth hiring, and it comes at the expense of seeing Heeseung. Of course, you'd call and text and when the stars aligned, spend a rooftop lunch together at Heeseung's work, gentle spring sun soaking into your skin as your smiles get in the way of eating, lunch only halfway eaten before he's due at his desk again. You'd talked, about various things ─ music releases you were anticipating, video games he'd felt shy about still playing, locals spots you'd love to visit once the dust settled.

It's nice. Comfortable. Everything involving you comes with comfort, your smile easy as you stare up at him with something like adoration, casting your head sideways as timidity gnaws at your nape, posing as if you'd been caught with your hand in a cookie jar. 

It's a joke co-workers he didn't associate with would make, having seen you around once or twice and drawing their own conclusions. That Heeseung couldn't charm women his own age, so he sought companionship four years his junior. He never indulged, office gossip and politics is never something he bothered partaking in. Why would he, especially over this? When you two were adults making a conscious decision, every step of the way questioned by Heeseung, only to be silenced by the press of your lips, your fingers woven into his hair as you whisper against his lips, 

"Overthinking will age you," you joke, his amused exasperation huffed through his nose, mirrored smiles between your lips. "Then you'll really give them something to talk about." 

Safe to say, you didn't mind. You apparently didn't mind the whispers and stares too, particularly when he'd mentioned the trip, inviting yourself since some colleagues were bringing their partners, a notion seemingly approved by his company. 

Some team-building event. 

"I think I have that weekend free," you mention, scrolling through your calendar to see the empty space over the dates. "Mind if I tag along?"

He'd been in the middle of cooking dinner for two, the rare night you two weren't too exhausted to see each other, especially since he'd finished his latest project. Over the sink, he turns the tap off, ringing the cutlery meant to be used and lets out a breath. Runs the logistics over in his brain, if the benefit of bringing you along is worth the whispers of his colleagues. 

It's a no brainer.

The trip is up North, where mountains scrape the blue sky and woods stretch on for miles, woven in greenery, marked by the hiking boots you track through the rich pecan-coloured soil. Customary of the June weather, sweat trails on the underside of Heeseung's jaw, narrowly missed by the back of his hand, only to venture further, dropping down his collarbone and collecting at its centre. He sighs with a slump, not knowing the trip entails more exercise than his desk job requires, his hands bracing against his knees as he regains his breath.

An abrupt coldness blends into his nape, jolting his spine upwards as his head does a half circle, hearing your giggle before hearing your boots trudge through the boots, stopping right in front of him.

You owned the shortest hiking shorts known to mankind, the flesh of your thighs stretching on further than his overworked heart could take, a forceful turn of his head done every time your limbs stretched to cross more land, the tiniest sliver of forbidden skin seen with a gulp. After the last time he had to finish the hike with a semi, he hadn't not looked since. But it's hard doing so now when you're stood before him, sunkissed skin glittering with sunscreen and a veil of sweat, a slow descent down the middle of your chest, down into the crevice your simple tank top does very little to disguise.

He might die on this trail.

"Have some water," the same water that's migrated to his cheek, smushed against the flesh in a welcome press. You'd left it the cooler longer than intended, chilled before all the ice could melt. Relief sighs out his chest at the arctic temperature. "Can't lose you when we're so close to the top."

He chances it. A look at you and regrets it immediately. Seeing the lax spread of your smile, one lip corner more lifted than the other and like this, you standing grand and tall with him nearly on his knees, he feels the friction. The words left unsaid, weeks on end without each other's touch and how much of a mess it'll be once indulged in again. 

It's entirely his fault. You'd initiated plenty times beforehand ─ a trailing foot up his shin on lunch dates, slow kisses over his lap over at his, pressure pushed into the flesh of his shoulders that'd make him moan shamelessly. You'd been so patient, so putty in his hand that it irritated Heeseung himself that he couldn't summon the energy to comply with your wishes. Because he knew, if one thing led to another, that journey would stretch on. For miles, for hours. He didn't half-ass anything, and he never half-assed you or your pleasure. 

So, the half-excuses came, and you understood every time, climbing off his lap and cuddling into his side, kissing the mole on his arm before you'd continue watching TV together. In the chatter of onscreen actors, you'd been blissfully unaware the man next to you was at war with himself, regretting the words he spoke. Counting down the days until he could have you all to himself. 

Except camping doesn't pan out as expected. Sure, you're glued to his side, an obvious assertion, but you're mingling too. Not strange, because some of his other colleagues are plenty nice, the centre of conversation as you laugh, throwing your head back with that infectious laughter that makes everyone gravitate towards you. Even the same co-workers that'd been slating him for dating you, a running joke he reconsiders now only having presence because the men were jealous themselves. It's made clear in their immediate fold to help you any time you need assistance ─ wood to kindle the fire, clarification on the hiking trials and gear you'd bought brand-new, a set of steady hands stabilizing you as you're hauled up a boulder. 

It's stupid. So stupid, how at the end of every such interaction, your eyes will find him, his already on yours. You'll brim nothing but a smile of innocence and at first, Heeseung believes it. However, back at camp after they've scaled their latest trail, his belief begins to dampen. Watches you become friendly with his own colleagues, laughing too hard at unfunny jokes, swatting shoulders and making a spectacle of yourself, eyes sparkling in learned helplessness, earning yourself the act of being fawned over, men having no shame in helping you even with the slightest things. 

It's purposeful. You must know, revel in it too when your gaze never fails to find his. He hasn't the slightest clue what you're scheming or what your end goal is ─ maybe a hunch or two ─ but if it's what he has in mind, the games end tonight. 

You come back to your shared tent after rinsing the day's sheen off, beads of water still caught on the column of your neck and left to soak into the material of his shirt ─ the only thing you seem to be wearing, shorts adorned barely peeking through from the hem of the shirt. You see it, the fall of his eyes down to your exposed thighs, having the audacity to grin to yourself before zipping the tent back up behind you, the zip sounding strikingly final. 

He ditches his Switch, not even bothering to save his game's progress before it's tuned off, his body shuffled upwards as he goes to speak. "Hey," 

"Today's trail really took me out," you make a show of yawning, one eye closed with a hand over your mouth, putting away your toiletries in the midst of your charade. "Must've been all that time in the sun too."

When they'd finished their hike ─ the team-building activity for the day, hours at the lake feels like a reward. Submerged in cold water, mindless chatter, soaking in the sun's rays. It's a well-deserved break from the city's hustle and bustle, except you don't afford him such a break. While he lounges mindlessly under one of the company-bought parasols, Switch in hand, you shimmy off the clothes you'd worn on the walk over.

A bikini. Harmless in nature, if not for the skin exposure it provides. Somehow it does unnecessary favours for your already flawless figure, covering all necessities but notably teasing in nature. He's sure some heads turn, but all he concerns himself with is you, beaming that sick grin again while his heart punches against his chest's bruises, body fizzing like livewire. 

"I can never get my back," you complain, dramatics in the pull of your features, sunglasses clouding the mischief dancing in your eyes, hands unscrewing your sunscreen. "Wouldn't wanna get your hands all sticky. Maybe I should ask someone else…"

Not even trying it yourself, asking someone else. And he knows who you'll ask, because they've had their eyes on you ever since you sat down.

"Let me."

It's final. The only question raised in the tilt of your head, intrigued or mocking, he'll never know, but he takes your bait. Lathers your back in sunscreen that lingers long after he's rubbed reminiscent on himself, playing your stupid game and taking his sweet time, paying close attention to pressure points that make you sigh, biting back a whimper. 

It's your small dose of karma, confronting you when his hands finally leave you, lips parting in a sentence you never utter. Only slump into its death, clicking your tongue before you put sunscreen on more accessible areas, making the decision afterwards to sunbathe metres away from him. 

You're doing the same now. Pretending to sleep off the day's fatigue as if there's no elephant waiting to be addressed, the roll of Heeseung's eyes harmless before he crowds your space, laying with you like he always has before he closes his eyes too, hoping the last day of his camping trip will give him a break from your childishness.

You have no such plans. 

Some time later, whilst some other colleagues still linger around the campfire, crackling beyond the poor insulation of your cheap tent, you adjust. For comfort, one would assume, but like everything you've done thus far, it carries purpose. You end up shuffling towards him, because his blow-up bed is only so big, and it's immediate. The press up against him, the friction of something so minute, the flesh of your ass grazing against him, weighing with a lasting effect. The lapse of his breath, the force of his opened eyes. 

He's only to blame. Turning his back to you even when you'd been acting like this felt like cruel and unusual punishment, something his body couldn't allow as it thrived off your touch, so he finds himself here. Teeth sinking into his bottom lip, willing himself to think of anything else ─ anything else ─ but your laid-out figure. 

He has a go-to list to cycle through ─ details of his latest work project, his favourite video games' releases in chronological order, then alphabetically ─ anything that'll keep his mind occupied in the presence of the semi he's already filled into, but it's no use. You're shuffling again, ass pressed so far into him his pelvis bone feels your body heat, the thin material of your shirt a barrier taunting him with the same shit-eating grin you've given him all weekend.

The tent's temperature scorches beyond a comprehensible amount, clouding his thoughts and senses in a puff smelling eerily similar to you ─ marshmallows, something edible, something his teeth ache infusing into, burrowing into hot flesh, only to hear you mewl, make the sounds he only wants to hear. 

He can't take it anymore. 

He calls for you, whispered, fraying at its end. A sleepy hum resounds from you, a lick of his lips done as his hand hesitates, burning at its fingertips, but itching no less. 

"You're─too close," he croaks, feeling warm all over. Hand hovering, the slump between your hip and waist, shown in the lift of your (his) shirt. "Please." 

Heeseung doesn't know what he begs for ─ for you to have mercy, to leave him to his devices so he can creep into the night for a sad jerk-off, or push further. Grant you your wishes because this must be apart of the game you're playing too, right? Starving him of affection, attention, seeing what he'll do in retaliation.

Your back bows, shoulder blades making a home into his chest as your body burrows into him, a measly sound escaping you. You've grazed again, intentional too because it's a graze no longer, your arm's moved to catch over his hand seized mid-air and he swears he hears you smirk, in the darkness of the night, and like that, there's no comprise. 

No choice left. 

His hand commits to your hip, magnetized. It comes with a hum, buried deep in your chest, but sounding so much like satisfaction, a breath of relief as his fingertips hinge into your skin, memorizing its grooves with his own before a breath shudders out him. 

"You and your fucking games," he grumbles, speaking to a wall only capable of movement. Of attention as you again burrow, hip shifting for his fingers to travel further, fingertips skimmed against the lace waistband of your underwear, electricity conjured at his fingertips. "I'm getting sick of them, honestly."

A snicker. He hears it clear as day, short-lived but undeniable there. His neck cranes, attempting to catch you out but all he sees is your closed eyes, prayer hands beneath your cheek and a smirk on your face.

Unbelievable.

His nose teases along your nape, your hair skirting with the break as you shudder, a breath taken from in front of him, in no way muffled. Warmth licks at the cleared spot, Heeseung's tongue tasting the salt of your skin, the vanilla lotion you'd lathered on, savouring the taste with a hum coursed through you, goosebumps rising in his wake. 

"Tastes just like I remember," his eyebrows furrow, fingertips toying with the bow knotted on your waistband, teeth teasing. Dragging along your flesh, thinner at the nape so his mouth moves, piercing into plush skin. You moan at the sink, warm against his fingertips venturing further, hand eclipsing your cunt to feel you. 

"Oh baby," he can only coo, warmth of your cunt felt as you push into his hand, a helpless whimper escaping you. His greed lights him aflame, middle finger dipping into your entrance through the thin material, finding you soaked all the way through. "If you wanted some attention, all you had to do is ask,"

"Instead, you wanted to be funny," his finger dips further, taunting you now, feeling your walls attempt to grip him, but to no avail. Humour skirts out his lips, airy and feather-light, spurred on by ego as his finger retreats, doing a torturous drag up to your clit where he feels you ─ aching for him, yearning. "Not so funny now, is it?"

Frenzied, his fingers grip the side of your underwear, pulling them back to nestle where they're hassle-free, trembled hand moving back to feel you. Caress with one lone finger from your slicked entrance, caught more by the subtle opening of your legs to your clit, delicate touch wracking a shiver down your spine.

He feels it, braced against his chest and only an exhale can leave him before his hands seek again, three fingers gathering click before he makes circles over your clit, painstakingly slow, like you have all the time in the world. He does it more to catalogue your reactions ─ your poorly muffled whimper, how your hips rock to feel him more, the echo of your cunt closing around nothing, amplified by the duvet loosely draped over your figures. You feel so good under him, and you let him know this, besides the fact of your closed eyes. He doesn't know what you're playing at, but if you think the veil of night and shut eyes will push him past his breaking point, well…

Heeseung only proves your point, fingerpad tracing your entrance, obsessed with the way you melt into his embrace before two fingers move in, lathered in slick and engulfed by your walls, a desperate squeeze of his fingers pressing further, searching and finding the place where you're most weak. His hooked fingers make you squeal, in no way dampened by feigned slumber and he gets off on it, the slick echo between your legs, the moans you try keeping to yourself, how shadows cast over their tent, some colleagues still awake yet blissfully unaware of what occurs in their proximity.

He fills out behind you, teeth gritted as his fingers nudge up into your pleading cunt, teeth buried into your lips letting your pleasure be known, flow of slick dripping down into his palm and onto your thighs. Your walls never want him to leave, constantly clenching with hips rocking into his fingers, huffed breaths panted from your pouted lips. 

He does it anyways. Leaves you high and dry, in a way making your disappointment audible, a whined sigh encouraging the stretch of his lips as he chuckles to himself. Heeseung doesn't let it simmer too long, his own patience worn thin as his hand goes to shimmy your underwear down, helped by the minute lift of your hips before the material's pooled down at your knees, giving him enough space to have you where he wants. 

Drawing closer to you, his cock slips into the sliver of space between your thighs ─ warm and inviting ─ leaking tip teasing past your entrance, chuckling at your cunt's attempt to catch him before his tip nudges against your clit, a withered whimper your response. 

"My perfect girl. So pretty for me," he rolls his hips again, bumping over your sensitive clit, earning more of your concealed moans. His hands are feverish, one slithering up under your shirt and kneading your breasts, running his fingers over your nipple to make you cower. "Starved for affection, aren't you?'

"It's okay, baby," he coos, pouring the words into a kiss as he kisses up and down your neck. "You may piss me off, but I love you all the same. I'll take care of you."

And he does, rocking and back forth, making you tremble each time his head bumps against your clit. He massages your breasts with all-consuming, greedy hands, nimble fingers working to flick and pinch your nipples, its response being the leak down his cock, your folds slippery yet snug, dousing his length in slick. 

"God, you feel good," he sighs, slowly losing himself to the feel of you, lips brushing against your nape. "Soaking my cock like that, poor thing. You wanted this so bad, huh?" 

A wounded whimper is all he hears. A yes to his ears.

He jumps at the opportunity.

"Want me to put it in?" he proposes, knowing it'll make your ears perk. He gets his answer in the stutter of your subtle hip rocks, a jut forward and meek whine all he needs to know. 

It won't suffice this time. 

"Those little sounds aren't gonna cut it, princess. I need your words."

Nothing but the echoes of nature respond back, the hoot of an owl and the crackle of an ongoing fire. 

"I'll leave you the mess you are if you keep at it," he says, tone stern and seemingly unforgiving. "Take your pick."

Then, as he comes down from your clit, his tip catches at your entrance, another claw done to him to make him stay. He pulls back, robbing you of the friction you're aching for, feed up with your own charade as pry your hazy eyes open, tilting your head back towards him, features pinched to garner sympathy.

"Hee," your hand frantically searches for him, yielding nothing but your own folded over palm. The defeat collapses you back to the airbed, dealt a final blow. "Please?"

"Please what?" 

You whine, deprived. "Put it in," you drawl, pushing back for friction "I need it."

Silence settles, weight gained to your words that you sink in their humility, eyes pinched shut in the laboured breaths you do, stunted when a kiss presses down at your nape.

"See? Was that so hard, princess?" you hear him say question, shuffling behind you as he lines himself with your entrance, anticipation simpering in the cells of your body. "Got me so hard, I'll just─"

It slips in. Without push back or more torment, a smooth glide into your walls welcoming him warmly, engulfing him in the sweetest embrace as your mouths fall open, sighs of relief falling from their hang. 

"Fuck," he grunts, burying himself to the hilt where you scratch at the airbed, whimpering. "It's been too long. You're so…"

The words die on his tongue, left behind as he chases pleasure intertwined with you, arm circling your waist to keep you in place as his hips piston into you. He works like the weeks gone have hit him all at once, plunged so deeply in you that it makes basic bodily functions crumble to nonsense, a choke at the back of your throat echoed each time he hits deepest in you. 

"What's the matter baby? Hm?" he noses along your ear, smirk ringing through your eardrums before he does a nibble of your lobe, loving the way you squeal. "Don't want them to know how good I've got you? Thought you were the shameless type, no?"

It only makes you clench harder around him, shame washing over you at the thought. And he's right, not everyone's gone to bed, hushed conversations still heard from your tent thumping with the slick pooled between your legs, the volume of its sound with his needy thrusts curling you into a meek ball.

"Come on, princess," he goads, a grit to his tone he knows will make you give in. "Let me hear you." 

Not that you'd been doing a good job of keeping sounds to yourself, you relinquish the firm press of your paled lips, leaving them loose enough to let how good you're feeling hit his ears. As calculated as you may have thought yourself to be, he one-ups you with a particular notch that barely keeps you together, nails scrambling for a claw at the airbed as you squeal with wild eyes.

'There you go," he encourages, so sickeningly sweet in your ears. "There's my good girl." 

And in between your ears, your brain melts. The words he says, the names he calls you swirling the pool of arousal spinning like a windmill, deceivingly slow but swift to you and Heeseung as he feels your cunt flutter against him, a series of quick squeezes.

"You're so cute when you don't hold back," he chuckles, not sparing a centimetre of space between you as he chases your orgasm, helpless whines seeping from your pouted lips. "Makes me wanna pump you full." 

A pin drops at his words, a boulder sinking to the pits of your stomach.

"Is that what you want?" he asks, already knowing your answer. "To keep you stuffed?"

You're helpless at this point, thoughts far and few between, cast over in unbearable lust. "Pleasepleaseplease," the pleas barrel out your lips, smacked together to taste the desperation on them. "It's all I want, I─" 

A twig snaps. Words and movements cease, the sound dangerously close to your tent putting you on high alert as silhouettes cast over the fabric of your weekend-home, Heeseung's co-workers discussing tomorrow's plans as they depart for the night.

You're trying to hear them, see if the coast is clear over the muffle of your hearing except Heeseung doesn't grant you the opportunity. Instead, he uses the chance to resume rutting into you, slow at first because he's cautious himself, but building back the frantic speed he worked up before, your head on swivel, eyes widened. 

"Looks like we've got company," he can only bring himself to whisper, a glimmer of his wicked smirk the only thing your peripheral catches. "I'm not stopping though." 

Despite your initial fear, you realise you don't want him to stop either. So, you let him have his fill, knowing you'll get yours too as he brings you closer to the edge, canines hinging so deep into your bottom lip you taste metal on your tongue, not helped with the whines spilling through gritted teeth. 

"Come for me, princess." he sings like a siren, your body meeting its maker, circled arm bringing you impossibly close as he knocks into you again and again. "Let me make you come." 

He undoes you, a master of the craft as your vision streaks with white, head falling back as a long, throaty groan drones out you against your will, legs kicking at the burst of ecstasy ravaging your body. Heeseung follows close behind you, last few thrusts spared before he buries himself to the hilt again, knocking where you'll squeeze against him hardest, cunt fluttering around him as he coats your walls in white, the slow hot spill soothing satisfaction past your lips as your body floats back to earth, collapsing onto the lumpy air bed, breathing in the humid air of your tent once again.

Night creaks with its nocturnal creatures, rustling in the forest not far away, the fire doused in water and extinct, your only source of light from the moon hanging above. Regardless, it catches onto Heeseung's features, a sight you grant your eyes the wish of admiring when you've turned on your side, him pulling out beforehand to leave a sticky trail between your legs. 

His hand comes up to cup your cheek, thumb caressing the skin with care as he looks at you with the same admiration, lip corners lifting in a subtle brush.

"I love you," he says, his heart bared to you before amusement lifts his lips higher. "But I'm never bringing you on a work trip ever again." 

You laugh with him, head ducking into his chest where his hand smooths over the back of your head. When you come back up for air, your lips press a kiss to his nose tip, delicate and sweet before you pull away, slumping into the mattress as your fingertip traces absent patterns into his chest. 

"You love me too much not to," you reason, teasing eyebrow raised when he huffs, rolling his eyes as if your words aren't true. "Okay, okay. I love you too, I guess."

"Go to bed." he argues, two fingers gentle as he pushes your eyes shut, your giggles unconcealed as you open your eyes shortly after.

"I would if someone didn't make a mess." 

"You begged for it, mind you."

"Yeah. Still, your mess." 

He groans, mumbling about how insufferable you are but still coming out the tent with you, holding your hand in the moonlight as you venture to clean off the brunt of his jealousy. You're grinning throughout, thought to be an after-sex glow, only to be brought by the satisfaction of him complying to your wishes.

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You perv!

─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Y. J. W.

Pairings: Coworker!Jungwon x Pervert!FemReader

W. C.: 5.1k!

IN WHICH: You work at a gas station with Jungwon, and you are severely perverted.

Warnings!: SMUT(mdni!), perverted thoughts and actions, jerking off, blowjob, handjob, y/n is a bad person, jw is just as bad, they are creeps, mentions of pictures taken w/o consent(no), mentions of masturbation, lowk dom y/n, sub jw, blackmail?, humiliation, begging, face fucking, blah blah idk lmk if i missed any…

(Reblogs + comments are always appreciated!!)

A/N: My second ever fic>< god, this one is honestly embarrassing idek why i wrote it but i had an image of gas station jw in my head for some reason so i haddd to write it out. As always pls comment and lmk your thoughts and opinions… im daiing to know. Enjoy:3 PS: i don’t support any of this behavior! Don’t be a perv! >:(

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You wonder how there's any way in the year of 2026 that there hasn't been anyone intelligent enough to invent a teleportation machine.

Okay, like, you get it. A time machine sounds a bit ridiculous and too unrealistic. But a teleportation machine? Guys, come on. How haven't we?! Just think of all the places you could go… Literally anywhere in the world! Italy, France— Or, oh! To that one mall with the built in amusement park… To the UK, to an Egyptian pyramid. Or, most importantly, to a luxury hotel where you can be there for the sole purpose of fucking the shit out of your coworker.

Okay, you might have a problem. A very sweet, innocent, sexy, totally off-limits, Jungwon-shaped problem. You might, just maybe, want to fuck the living shit out of your poor coworker who's been assigned to night shifts only recently with you for the last week, and he hasn't even the slightest clue of what goes on in your brain when he's around. Or not around, helping a customer as you watch from afar at how his Adam's apple bobs with every word and polite laugh, just thinking about how badly you want to suck and lick marks all over it. Or, your favorite, in front of you where you can see his ass and exactly which muscle in his back that he strains when he lifts something particularly heavy. Or behind you, beside you…. Or when he's stocking shelves on his knees or when he's standing tall and has to grab something that you can't, fix something that you're unable to reach.

You twirl the same piece of gum you've been chewing for the last 2 hours around your pointer finger over and over as you wait behind the register for a customer like the good worker you are, while simultaneously harboring the very thoughts that could get you fired. Something your friend warned you about how coworkers are 'highly inappropriate fuck buddies' especially if it's only the two of you together at all times and something annoying about how "Y/n, you need this job! You haven't had a steady job in years—" and yeah, yeah. Blah, blah. You don't give a shit.

So you think of the ways you absolutely are going to fuck your off-limits coworker. Let's see… on a bed, obviously, but what if you can't get there quick enough? Like, what if he's just so fucking horny for you that he needs you now? I mean, come on, you have to consider all possibilities. You'll take him in the bathroom, then. Hell, you'll take him right fucking here, right on the cash wrap if you need to.

Ah, you sigh almost dreamily, not really seeing the products you're scanning or the amount of change you owe. Just throwing nickles and quarters into your palm with a generous 20 dollar bill and handing it off to the 40th wrinkled trucker you've seen in the last 2 hours with a "Thank you! Please come again~" that's just as fake and saccharine as the artificial gum you've been chewing. Something absolutely has to give because at this point, you think you're horny enough to follow him into the bathroom like a creep.

Push him inside and follow right behind him, closing and locking the door behind you as you watch him whip his head around, pulse surely ticking fast. "Y/n! U-um… Did you need to go too…?" He'd say, all flustered and almost apologetic like he was the one in the wrong. "You could've just told me, I would've let you go first. Now no one's up at the front—" And you'd cut him off with your palm while backing him up until his lower back hits the edge of the rusted sink—

"Y/n?" You jolt. "Woah, hey. Didn't mean to scare you." Speak of the (very angelic) devil. You turn your head, your face an innocent mask of 'Just working and totally not thinking of gripping your hips while sucking your dick, hehe~'

"No problem," You throw in a sweet giggle. "What's up?" Somehow Jungwon always makes the ugly, shit-green colored workers shirt look good. And honestly, you think if he wore even a trash bag he'd still look flawless. It's those beautiful eyes, his pouty lips and his charming, boyish smile that makes you want to bite him so hard he bleeds and cries. It's infuriating, really.

"Oh, it's just that…" He rubs the back of his neck, clearly hesitating. "The bathroom… it's clogged again." Well, fuck.

"Oh… the bathroom?" You clarify quietly, twirling a strand of hair with your finger. Any second now…

"Uh, actually… Don't worry about it. I'll do it. I'll be right back." He throws a shy smile, turning on his heel.

Easy as pie. He's too sweet for his own good, really. Truthfully, it is technically your job to clean the bathrooms (as stated by your boss) but also truthfully, you don't give a shit. So you watch him as he walks away— Oh, how you love to watch him go. He always wears jeans that are baggy enough to be fashionably acceptable yet fit enough to show off the roundness of ass… God, what a fucking slut. Holy shit you've never wanted to have sex with someone so bad in your entire life.

People might say it's just the forced proximity talking and maybe the fact that it's just the two of you together for eight hours straight at night. And yeah, it might be that (it definitely is just that) but also, Jungwon is just very… attractive. Like, if you saw him on the street or at a cafe, you might not think of how you want to bend him over but you'd still appreciate his beauty from afar. You just so happen to be blessed with his constant, guaranteed proximity to you at all times during the late hours of the night. It's a recipe for disaster, truly. But how can anyone blame you because by this time now at least on a weekend, you'd be 7 inches deep on your dildo fucking yourself to the thought of him (and very perverted, very bad pictures you'd taken of him when he wasn't looking (you're honestly so, so fucking gross and so, so unashamed.))

You shrug. Everyone knows that late hours are horny hours, anyway. Wait… Jungwon during horny hours, Jungwon during horny hours…

You can picture it now as you stare dazedly at the direction he disappeared off to. Jungwon, lonely on his bed, gripping the base of his cock as he painfully tries not to cum so quick to the thought of you. His tip, all swollen and weeping, aching to be touched and pulsing in rhythm with the quickening beats of his poor, perverted heart.

God, you just wanna know what it looks like. How big it is. You want to count how many veins are littered on it, how fat his tip is, how thick he is, how full he could make you feel… Ugh, what does his precum taste like? What does his actual cum taste like? Is he a shooter, or does it just ooze out deliciously enough for you to lick it right off his shaft?

You have to squeeze your thighs together for temporary, public-appropriate relief, and for the 100th fucking time as you ring up another customer. This is torture. Absolute fucking torture.

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The only good thing about these torturous, eight hour-long shifts are the hour long breaks.

It's only been 3 hours into your shift and you already want to take your break. It's nothing but the same things over and over again. Smile and greet every time you hear the bell on the door chime, ring product after product, laugh and smile when appropriate, give them change if needed then give thanks and make sure to tell them to come back.

Oh, and periodically check yourself in the bathroom just to make sure you haven't soaked yourself through your fucking jeans.

Jungwon has long since finished with the whole toilet clogging issue and he's now perched at your side like a clinging puppy as he always does on shifts like these (bless the Lord.)

"And then, and then!" He giggles, his eyes crinkling. "He said 'Tell her to take it out back.'" He laughs properly now, his head falling back like he'd just recalled the funniest memory and to be honest, you haven't properly obtained a single piece of silly information he's thrown at you for the past 30 minutes because you've been too busy staring at the way his neck muscles work with every word.

The top of his workers shirt is unbuttoned, revealing a sliver of his chest and collarbone that your eyes just cannot for the life of you stray away from, his hair is falling so perfectly over his eyes that it makes you want to curl in on yourself, and fuck… the way he blows air toward it with his mouth when a strand gets too close to his eye like a SLUT, makes you want to rip him to shreds.

"I swear, it was the funniest thing I've ever seen!"

"Right… Right…"

His giggles falter slightly. "Y/n? You good? You've kinda been staring off into space for a while." He looks behind himself as if checking for the distraction that you're so focused on. Little does he know he's the distraction.

"No. I'm… I'm good." You murmur, purposefully quiet, purposefully monotone just to see his brows furrow with worry. "Are you… Are you sure? You look a bit pale… Are you feeling alright?"

"No."

"What? Um… Do you want me to get you some medicine? I can buy you some, I think we still have some over here…" He turns, already in search of the medicine and you can't even believe it… He's so kind that he'd buy you some cheap medicine just because you'd been staring at his chest for 30 minutes straight?

"Where are you going? Stay."

"But.." He hesitates, his body still turned toward the Travel Essentials aisle. "You're not feeling well, right? Let me buy y—"

"Stay. I like looking at you."

He freezes, his eyes widening slightly but still composed, like maybe he's just hoping he'd heard you wrong. "What?" He whispers.

"Stay. I like looking at you, Jungwon. You look…" You advance slightly, watching how he tenses up, his eyes widening even further. He looks almost like he's been stricken in place, eyes wide and cheeks flushed. "Y/n…"

Ding!

Great. A customer. You turn almost automatically toward the door with a smile, "Hi, welcome!" And when you turn your attention back toward Jungwon, he's already backing up slightly.

"U-um… I'm gonna go take my break now." "Alread—" "You got this? Okay, good…" And he's already scurrying off, nearly tripping over his own shoes as he makes his way to the back room.

Yikes. Scaring the poor guy off already? Well, whatever. You've said worse before, to be honest.

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This is so fucking boring.

You've been standing in the same spot for hours on end, occasionally pacing beside the length of the cash wrap and honestly your head actually is starting to hurt from the clinical lights overhead that feel like they're boring into your very soul.

You've helped at least 11 different customers since Jungwon had practically fled from your immediate vicinity and honestly that says a lot since he's been gone for nearly over an hour. What you mean is, your throat's sore from every meaningless conversation you've had, and your wrist aches with every swipe of product against the barcode scanner. You're fucking ready to go home.

Minutes tick until it's been 20, 30, then 60, and finally you start thinking something else other than the very detailed, very descriptive ways you want to bang Jungwon, which is: Where the hell is he?

His break ended, or at least should've ended about 10 minutes ago, and it's especially concerning considering Jungwon is always so punctual.

You've been staring at the front of the store not really seeing anything at all and replaying the same interaction on loop for the past hour wondering if you really did it this time.

I mean, you didn't even do anything, really. All you did was imply that he looked nice! It was just a compliment! Honestly though if Jungwon had told you to stay and that he liked looking at you, you would've combusted and squirted everywhere on the spot, not scurry away in fear! What the hell was that?!

Sigh, maybe you should just apologize. Maybe that's exactly why he's taking forever to come back and face you. Maybe he's hiding back there with your manager on speed dial, considering calling her and reporting your perverted ass to HR. Okay, fuck. Maybe this is worse than you thought.

Wait, but… No way, right? All you did was say you liked looking at him! That doesn't compare even a little bit to that one time you "accidentally" brushed against his ass with your hand when reaching for a plastic bag. Or that other time you really "didn't mean" to walk in on him in the bathroom! (It was the men's restroom. The women's is on the complete opposite side of the store.)

Whatever. You should just go apologize and get it over with. I mean… Jungwon's sweet. Chances are, he's probably sitting there thinking of ways to apologize to you for running off like that.

You push off the counter with a heavy sigh and make your way toward the back. You haven't had a customer in the past 30 minutes so you pray none show up now. It'll only be a second anyway, then Jungwon can replace you so that you can finally take your break.

Why're you kind of dreading this right now? It's almost like you feel a little… guil— Just never mind. You? Guilty? Please. You've already gone as far as taking sneaky photos of the man. A little compliment definitely is not going to make you feel guilty at all—

"S-s-shittt…" You stop dead in your tracks. A groan, a slick, wet noise. Then a whine.

"Y/n… Y/n, I…" No… No way. You're hearing things wrong because there's no way. There's just no. Fucking. Way.

You step closer to the break room door, pushing it open ever so slightly and… Oh My God.

There he is. He's slouching in a chair (right by the door, mind you) head bowed, eyebrows furrowed and concentrated as his hand works quickly on his cock. Up, down, up, down, slick noises filling the room as the muscles in his arm bulge and strain to keep up with his quick pace. His other hand is hovered over his mouth in an attempt to stifle his moans but he can't help it… He can't help but whine into the void.

"I.. I'm close…! I'm gonna…"

You barge in.

"Well, well, well… What do we have—" "Y/N— OH MY GOD—" He scrambles to his feet, the chair skidding back on the floor with a loud noise in his haste, nearly tipping over. "Oh my God… This isn't— I wasn't— You have to believe me, I would never…!" He's stammering, blabbing on and on and you can't help but relish in the way he looks so absolutely distraught and humiliated.

His chest is heaving, he's so fucking red from exertion and embarrassment, his hair is a mess, eyes wide and blown… He looks an absolute wreck. The angels are singing.

"Oh my— Oh my God… I'm such a pervert… I'm such a pervert…" He mutters into his hands, looking so ashamed and so guilty. You're honestly… impressed. You never would've expected sweet, innocent Jungwon to do such a perverted, filthy thing during store hours. If anything, you're shocked and almost ashamed it wasn't you who did it first. He beat you to it.

"Oh, it's not what it looks like, is it?" You tease. "Because to me, it kind-of-sort-of looked like you were just jerking off…" He looks sick, his face pale, and he can't even bring himself to look at you. "To the thought of me—"

"NO!" He shouts, horrified. Then, almost frantically, he makes his way over to you. "Y/n— Y/n. Please. You have to believe me, I would never—"

"I heard you say my name, Won." He makes a strangled, devastated noise. Then— you fight a laugh, he kneels.

His head is bowed. "I am so— So sorry…"

"You do realize there's cameras in here, right?" You hum, trailing your pointer finger along his jaw. "That was dirty, Won. And to the thought of me, too…" You wince with faux sympathy and he shakes beneath your finger with heavy, silent sobs.

"You should be ashamed of yourself."

He chokes. "And to think I was just going to apologize for earlier. Tsk. You were getting off to it all along." He shakes his head slowly, his eyes squeezed shut, his voice thick with shame and tears. "I'm not… Please, I need this job… I'm so sorry, I won't ever do it again—"

"So you admit it? You were jerking off to me?" There's silence, the only thing audible being his ragged, wet breaths. Then slowly, he nods. "Say it, Jungwon. Out loud." He chokes on a sob.

"I was jerking off to you." He whispers.

"Look at me." When he doesn't immediately comply, you grip his chin to force his gaze upward. "Look at me and say it."

He meets your gaze. "I was jerking off to you."

It's a miracle how you haven't busted out laughing at the audacity of this entire situation. You used to think that it would be you on the floor crying and begging for forgiveness after he finally caught you in a perverted act after all of this time. But this… Him kneeling before you, his eyes puffy and red rimmed with tears streaking down his face, his lip quivering, and he's looking at you like you could tell him to do anything— anything at all and he'd comply in a heart beat. This is so much better than anything you've ever imagined before.

"Stand up." He scrambles to his feet, looking down at you with tear-filled eyes. "O-okay…" You nod toward the chair, your expression carefully neutral. "Go ahead. Sit down."

"U-um.." He blinks, clearly a bit thrown off, but he starts to back up anyway. "B-but… But Y/n… Do you… Are you going to tell management?" Oh, baby… Management is definitely going to see. There's a camera pointed quite literally directly toward the table he was jerking off at. Shaking my head, Jungwon. You almost have to laugh at his stupidity. A real pervert would never make such a silly mistake.

"That wouldn't look good on your record, would it?" You trail after him, backing him toward the chair. He shakes his head quickly, his hair falling into his eyes. He doesn't seem to care about blowing it away this time. "I won't tell. Under one condition."

When the backs of his knees hit the chair, he scrambles to sit down. He looks up at you with a mix of caution and desperate hope, his hands gripping his knees. "Under one… W-what condition?" You plant your foot between his, and nudging his legs open with your knee, you stand between them. When you lean down to whisper in his ear, he has to fight the urge to dart his tongue out and lick your pulse. "I suck you off."

"Wh-what?! Suck… Suck me off?! Me?" You straighten slowly. He looks shocked, his eyes wide and his hands tremble where they grip his knees. You can tell he's trying to look disgusted but is greatly failing, the flush on his cheeks and neck giving him away. He shifts his hips, scooting more toward you. "Who else? Is there another Jungwon that I'm not seeing?"

"W-well… Well, no… But—"

"But? But what?" You sigh, losing patience. "Listen, either we do this or we don't, Jungwon. Your choice. I can go tell management, or…" He panics, his hand shooting out to grab yours when you start to back away, his grip tight and shaky. "NO! No… No, don't leave. Please… Just, please, Y/n. Suck me off." He squeezes his eyes shut like he can't bare to see your reaction, the flush on his cheeks have now spread to his ears and high on his forehead, completely giving away that he doesn't give a shit about management anymore. He just wants you.

You kneel. "See? That wasn't so hard, was it?" A shudder wracks his frame as you begin to make quick work of his jeans. You unbutton them (he hadn't even bothered with the zipper,) sliding them down just enough to free his still painfully hard, leaking cock.

It's everything you've ever imagined. It's long, standing proud against his tummy and it's so fucking thick that you can hardly wrap your entire hand around it. It's hot to the touch, almost feverish, and he jolts when you make contact, a full bodily reaction.

"G-god… Please, yes… Please, yessss." You start to move your palm slowly, almost teasingly. From his sticky tip to his base, you smear the wetness and coat his cock to make it slick enough for your ministrations. But to be honest, it was already slick from his previous denied orgasm (you almost feel bad.)

He's whining now, was even before you'd started touching him, and his hips keep making involuntary thrusts into your palm with every stroke. You begin to move faster just to hear the noises you can pull from him… You feel on top of the world right now.

"The amount of— ngh… Times I've t-thought about this…"

What? You pause and he protests with another whine, his hand coming up to cover yours on his shaft. "Hey, wait… Keep going, please.." He lifts his hips, fucking into your palm in search of friction you won't give. You're frozen. He's… He's thought of this, too? I mean, you should've assumed as much considering you just walked in on him quite literally jerking off to you.

"You've thought about this?" You question, the disbelief in your voice thick as you idly squeeze his cock, just feeling the skin give and veins pulse. He jolts at the feeling, "Ah, y-yeah? I… Is that bad?"

"No." You start to move again and he nearly sobs in relief. "T-thank God… Thank G-god…"

You speed up, watching how his head falls back, his throat opening up to spill all sinful noises without shame, his hips twitching every time your fist slaps against his base. "What have you thought about?" Jungwon doesn't respond. Or he does, and it's just another broken moan as your soft hand slides over his weeping tip once more. His neck is completely open and vulnerable, his Adam's apple bobbing with every moan and whine and you can't help yourself. You need a taste to satiate the vile, insatiable hunger you've inhabited for the past week on end. You keep your hand graciously moving on his cock but your other hand snakes around the back of his neck as you lean in close, and you close your lips (less graciously) over his Adam's apple, just tasting at first.

Fuck, he tastes salty from sweat and something else that's uniquely Jungwon. You can't help but bite down, just a little, just enough to leave your claim.

"Ah! Ah…" His hand comes up to the back of your head, keeping you there as he arches his neck into the pain and pushes your head into him even more. "Yes, keep going… Harder, harder…" You pull back, the taste of his sweat a ghost on your tongue. "Jungwon, I asked you a question."

"Y-you did?" He lifts his head slightly to look down at you with glazed-over eyes that aren't really seeing anything at all. "What did you—" "What have you thought about, exactly?"

"You. Just… Just you." He plants his hands on either side of his hips to give him leverage as he starts to properly fuck up into your hand now. "E-everything… The way you s-smell… Fuck, your tits… Your— Your…" He squeezes his eyes shut whether in pleasure or shame, you're unsure. "I've thought about spreading you open— ngh… Fucking you h-here, on the c-clock…"

"Me too." His eyes shoot open, his hips stuttering slightly at your admission. He looks almost shocked like he can't believe you would think such inappropriate things about him. It's clear he feels very ashamed of his own filthy thoughts and hearing that you feel the same… Honestly though, is he dumb? Has he really not caught on…?

"I've thought about worse. Much, much more." Your hand has long since stopped its aggressive pace, only now idly stroking his skin as you lean back to look him in the eyes, your own wide and almost… scary.

"Jungwon. You don't even want to know what I've thought about you." You admit, your body shaking from adrenaline as you finally get this off of your chest. It's like a dam has finally broken, your words spilling one after the other.

"I've thought about you fucking me here, in the bathroom. Bending me over the sink, or just sinking to my knees and sucking you off. Hell, I've thought about you fucking me on the cash wrap right in front of the store, right where anyone could walk in and see. I've thought about taking you to my home, letting you fuck me on every surface, in every hole. My mouth, my pussy, my hands… everything. And I've thought about tying you down to my bed so you can never leave… I would let you do nasty things to me, Jungwon. I don't think you even want me to say them." You take a deep, shaky breath.

"Jungwon… I've thought about your cock so many times. My curiosity was a physical ache. Just dying at night, fucking myself until I cry and sob into my hands knowing it would never feel like you. I've… Oh my God, I've taken so many pictures of you I can't even count. They're all in a folder in my phone that I open only when I masturbate. I—"

"W-wait… Just wait." His eyes are wide and unblinking, flitting all over your face as he tries to process this information. "You… You took pictures, too?"

"Too?" Your eyes widen with shock. "What?" You don't even seem to realize the fucking grip you have on his cock as you process this ground-breaking information until you see him grimace, and you still don't let up. "You've taken pictures of me?" He squeezes his eyes shut, his teeth gritted as he rides out the pain. "I… I'm so disgusting…" He chokes, his head bowing, shoulders shaking as tears threaten to fall yet again. "I've taken over 50… I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry…"

"Yeah, that's bad." You offer no reassurance. I mean, why deny it anymore? That is bad. You're bad and you've known that, you've lived with it. "You should feel lucky, to be honest. That you were perverted about me and not someone else, someone who'd be disgusted and scared or less turned on than I am right now."

He blinks at you.

"I'm gonna suck your dick now." You waste no time, releasing your merciless grip to lick him from his balls to the tip slowly, savoring the taste and the pulse throbbing under your tongue. You shudder and moan at the taste, scooping up his precum with the wet muscle as you inhale his musk greedily. You're not even the one being pleasured but fuck, does it feel like it. After all of this time, you finally get a taste and it's better than anything you could've ever pictured. You could shed a tear.

You slowly lower your head onto him, taking him into your mouth inch by inch until you feel him hit the back of your throat and you threaten to gag but you don't, you force him down, your eyes rolling back as you take all that you can. You wrap your hand around the length that you can't fit, and you start to move.

Jungwon's hands immediately scramble to grab at your hair tight and shaky, his breathing already ragged. "Oh my— Ugh… Don't stop… So warm…" He's so hot on your tongue, his veins pulsing and sliding against your gums as you bob more and more until the room is filled with slick noises and his loud, unrestrained moans. You gag a couple times but you persevere, determined to finish him, to finally, finally feel him come down your throat.

You hollow out your cheeks, swallowing around him as he bucks helplessly into your warmth. "Ah, yes! Yes, yes! Just like that, harder!" He grips the top of your head and pushes you down as he starts to violently shake and fuck himself into your mouth. His ass isn't even touching the chair anymore, he's holding himself up with one hand planted on the seat and the other in your hair, half standing/half sitting as his hips buck into you over and over again.

You can't fucking breathe. Your scalp hurts, your throats sore and he just won't stop fucking bucking into your mouth. He doesn't even seem to realize how red your face is from near suffocation but you don't want him to and instead you grip his hips to urge him on, to fuck into you harder, faster. His thighs start to tremble, threatening to lose balance and you can feel it— he's right there, right at the edge. His cock starts to twitch and throb, his thrusts become shorter and harder, less rhythmical until—

"Yes, shit… I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna fucking cum— I'm gonna— I'm cumming!" He stills and shudders, his whole frame wracking as he comes and pulses down your throat. It's warm and salty and it just keeps going. Even when you think he's done, his hips twitch more and he spills uncontrollably down your throat until he collapses back onto the seat, breathing heavy.

His chest is heaving and he's so sweaty that you can see it seep through his workers shirt (you wanna huff that so bad (you'll be stealing that from him later)) and he just stares at you, a slow, dazed smile touching his lips.

"T-thank you… Thank you…"

You're definitely fired.

(PS: He's a shooter :p)

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[hazeheart12]

A LITTLE TO CLOSE THIS TIME [¯◉°] 이희승/EVAN

film features…….bsf!Heeseung & bsf!freader

film contains…….You are doing skin care for your best friend by sitting on his lap as usual, while he is gaming, but accidentally grind on him, ending up with his cock inside you

film caution …….MINORS DO NOT INTERACT Unprotected sex(don’t do it) dry humping, making out/ kissing, grinding, fingering, edging, nipple play, talking abt fem!reader body parts, neck kisses, nipping the neck, spanking, usage of the word ass, clit play?, mentions of nick names like baby and etc, riding, tell me if anything more should be mentioned.

film length………5.2min(5.2k)

film keeper whispers ……….This is my first ever time publishing fic, I’m learning to write since I imagine a lot, I want to get it into words and now I got an idea for this with the help of Pinterest 😪. I tried my best, and slowly I’m gonna start my oneshot, idk how long it’s gonna be 🤷‍♀️. If any mistakes, let me know. Please request if u want anything. I will try my best to write butI’m a slow writer 😢. Would love moots, reblogs and likes ♥️

film melody playing……….. into you- ariana grande

˚ ༘ 🎞️ ｡𖦹 ° 🎥 ⁀જ⁀➴ film starting……..

The chaotic bursts of neon light from the monitors washes over the room, casting long, jagged shadows against the walls of Heeseung’s room.

The room smells of expensive cologne, ozone from the humming PC, carrying the faint and sterile scent of rosewater and gentle soap in the air. 

You are seated on Heeseung’s lap, straddling his hips, knees around them, on his chair, facing him in a position that the friction of your thighs against his jogger’s can’t be ignored.

Heeseung is fully concentrating on his game for now. 

His eyes are sharp, darting to every move in the game, playing it very carefully though you are quite a distraction to him. 

The headset he has on is filled with sounds of  explosions and gunshots, and he  pushes one piece of the headset aside so he can hear you.

You hold a small glass jar aloe vera gel, the product cool and smooth between your fingertips.

You’ve been massaging it on his face for the past ten minutes or maybe you just use it as an excuse to stay on his lap longer. 

But then still, you don’t care about the game he was playing, you just wanted to end the ‘washing face with whatever soap is there in the shower’ routine for him, so he can get good and fresh skin.

“Stop moving idiot” you murmur, voice soft but firm and commanding him a little because he keeps on moving.

You can feel the heat radiating from him as you blend the cream on his face in small upwards circles.

His jaw is clenched, trying his best not to feel you and your stupid tactics as a distraction, which you are sitting innocently on his lap like you don't understand what’s wrong in doing this.

“I’m in an important fight, Y/N” he grunts, though there’s no real anger behind his voice.

“If I lose this round, I’m gonna blame you and your so-called skincare routine” he adds, mocking lightly.

“Uhh, my skincare routine is obviously way better than whatever you do in the stupid shower,” you retort, sliding your fingers on his temple now.

“No soap is gonna clean your face like my skincare does, your skin feel shit, and it’s screaming for help, so think of this as an upgrade for your face”

He lets out a laugh, his eyes fixed towards the screen. “Sure,” he says as if it’s nothing, “My skin has a mouth and it’s screaming”. 

You roll your eyes at that, moving a little back so you can look at him even though he doesn’t.

“Just because it doesn’t have a loud, cocky mouth like you, doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist,” you shoot back. 

“And for your kind information,” you continue, leaning closer to his face again, to spread the gel on his face, “You’re skin is so dehydrated, maybe it looks fine, but it really isn’t, so be grateful”

“I should be— What? grateful? Why? And what? I have a cocky mouth?” he splutters, turning towards you showing an exaggerated, horrified expression which was totally just acting.

"First place, I don’t even care about my skin, Second, you should be grateful that I’m letting you do this while I’m literally in the middle of a serious fight, Third—”

“Hey, dont move!,” you interrupt, pushing back his face towards the screen.

“I can’t do it properly, if you keep moving” you add and he becomes quiet and goes back to playing his game very seriously.

You slowly get even more closer to his face. 

For real, you’ve done this almost a hundred times before, sitting on his lap touching his face and all stuff, but today something in the air feels different.

For the first time the closeness doesn’t feel normal.

It feels dangerous, surreal and maybe something new.

Every time he breathes near you, every time his chest brushes against yours, you feel your pulse raise. 

You try to ignore it, focusing your attention back to what you are doing, but it only makes it worse, because now, you’re actually looking at him. 

The sharp line of his nose, the long lashes that fall against his skin, the bambi-like looking eyes, and then your gaze drops down— unintentionally. 

You blink, realizing you are staring at him, you shake your head slightly to clear it, pushing those sudden, distracting thoughts away as quickly as they come. 

You don't want to be caught by him, which will only make it more embarrassing.

You quickly turn back to your work— properly this time. 

So, you shift your weight, moving closer to him, trying to adjust the position so reaching the bridge of his nose would be easier.

As you move, your thighs slide against his joggers, hips very slightly against each other, the friction sending a sudden spark through your body, but you push it away. 

It was just a small moment for you, which you just want to ignore, but it sent a shudder through Heeseung’s body which you didn’t know.

“Fuck—” Heeseung groans, throwing his head back against the chair, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down, suddenly gripping your hip with one hand so tightly as you freeze at the pressure.

“Don’t—Don’t fucking do that, I’m trying my best to concentrate, baby” he forces out softly, the words tight as he grits his teeth.

You don’t understand what happened.

One second, you’re applying the gel on his face, moving closer to reach his nose—and the next, he throws his head against the chair and it’s pissing you since you already told him to not move.

“I said to not move, Heeseung!!  And seriously, it’s not my mistake that you can’t concentrate on your game” you say, a hint of irritation slipping through your voice.

You don’t understand what is wrong or what is his problem, even though it was quite obvious you couldn’t figure it out, so you just get back to working on his face. 

You shift your weight again, trying to adjust your position to get a better angle on his face, slightly moving left. 

This movement causes your leggings to unintentionally rub your thigh against his growing hardness.

“Baby, fuck—“ he rasps, as his other hand also leaves keyboard to grab the other side of your hip and holds you so tightly with both of the hands that you were sure it will leave few bruises by tomorrow. 

His head abruptly falls on your shoulder as the room fills with the loud harsh blares from the monitor which indicates he lost the game but you didn’t know it.

“Heeseung what the—” before you could even scold him, you gasp from him pulling you down, pressing you against him in a way that you can feel his big bulge on your core. 

“Heeseung….” you whisper, your voice trembling.

“Don’t—fucking don’t,” he starts, speaking as his head is still on your shoulder, you hear it in his voice, how he is trying his all best to control himself. 

“Don’t tell me stop when all I was doing was sitting here….trying my all best to control myself, while here you are sitting on my fucking lap, moving how ever you want……. God! Y/N you’ve been killing me here, I can’t stop anymore—”

He stops talking, lifting his head from your shoulder before capturing your lips in a searing, aching, desperate kiss, hands moving from your hips to your waist, gripping it so tightly it knocks the air out of your lungs.

He kisses you rough, like gentleness isn’t even an option right now, like he’s done holding back, done pretending this doesn’t mean anything as the gel smears on your face from his face.

All the years of your friendship, when he did his best to hold back, but now he’s done.

For a second you forget how to breathe, the intensity, the desperation and the desire from his mouth against yours, knocking the thoughts out of your brain.

You don’t even process the fact that HE, HE, your best friend is kissing you right now. Never in a million years did you think this out of all would happen—a lie you had a lot of sex dreams with him cuz he was too hot, and……..never mind.

You are still trying to process this when the grip on your waist tightens to pull you out of your thoughts.

The jar slips from your hand, shattering into pieces, and gel spreads everywhere on the floor, but you don’t even notice it. 

You melt against him, your hand slowly moving from his shoulder to the nape of his neck, fingers curling tightly in the hair as you pull him closer and kiss him back with the same desire, desperation and intensity.

He lets out a low deep growl, something filled with satisfaction like he knew you would kiss him without holding back.

It vibrates through your whole body, slowly heat starts coiling up in your lower belly more than what you felt a while ago.

You start feeling needy and want him more than you ever did.

But then he pulls back, forehead against yours, his breath hot, and his lips swollen from the hard rough kiss.

“Tell me to stop—” he whispers against your mouth in a low hoarse, octave voice which sends a shiver through your body.

You shake your head instantly before he can even finish.

“No,” you whisper, the word barely leaving your throat. “Don’t. Please don’t ” 

You roll your hips against his voluntarily. 

You need more.

You need the friction to not be a tease and start being the truth. The reality.

“Fuck—“ Heeseung hisses the moment he hears the deny and feels the roll of your hips directly against his bulge.

This time you’ve done it on purpose, you need more and you are clearly showing it.

He roughly grabs your jaw,tilting your head back, and crashing his lips on to yours again.

This time it’s all tongue and teeth, he doesn’t ask for permission, he claims it like it’s his.

You gasp into the kiss, this was more aggressive and desperate han before.

He takes his chance to enter his tongue into your mouth when you gasp.

His tongue plunges into your mouth, taking in your whispers and every inch of your mouth, he doesn’t waste a single single second.

His palm is hot.

He moves his hand from your waist to your hips as they slowly slip under your long hoodie or probably his which you wear all the time.

His hands move on your lower back, pulling you closer that there isn’t a millimetre also left between you both.

He breaks the kiss to move lower, his lips dragging along your jaw, sucking gently, before moving down to the column of your throat.

You tilt your head back without thinking, giving him more, your fingers going to his shoulders to hold tightly as his kisses grow firmer, more lingering.

“Hee….mm….Hee…” your breath stutters, his name coming from your mouth like a chant, unsteady whispers, which you can’t hold back anymore. 

His hand moves down to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze before delivering a spank.

His palm against your ass made you leave out a loud gasp, your back arching slightly.

He doesn’t pull away, he soothes it down slowly, in a way it makes your toe curl. 

The literal sensation sends sparks right over to your core, making you clench a round nothing.

He starts placing open mouthed kisses near your collarbone and neck, his breath hot and damp, leaving the warmth of his mouth behind.

He moves below your ear, instantly financing your sweet spot and nips your skin lightly.

You let out a sharp cry, breathing unsteadily.

The moment you let it out, he leans in again, nipping it harder than before, sucking a dark, purple mark, visibly claiming you.

He follows down to your collarbone, nipping wherever he finds your sweet spots to let out those sweet little sounds that feel like music to his ears.

You don’t stop, you keep whimpering his name, gasping when his tongue darts out to lick gently after nipping on your sweet spots.

You are drenched. 

Your panties are suffocatingly tight because of the silk clinging to your folds as you leak for him.

You need him.

You need to feel full.

You were sure it is making it hard to even take in air properly just because of his hot kisses on your body.

One of his hands tugs the hem of your hoodie, asking you permission if he was allowed to remove it while he was still busy marking you up.

“Yes! Please—remove it” you please, your voice cracking a little bit.

He doesn’t even take a second to tug it off, the moment you accept it, in one fluid motion he pulls it off you.

For a second he freezes.

You aren’t wearing a bra, the cool air hitting your bare skin, making your nipples harden and maybe you weren’t even sure if it was air or his gaze all over your body making you turn again and again and again…..

You aren’t wearing anything else except the black lace of your panties peeking out of your tiny shorts you wore.

“Fuck baby—” he growls, his eye’s darkening, pupils expanding until his hazel is almost entirely black.

He looks at you like you’re both sin and miracle given to him at once.

“This is what you have been gatekeeping from me, huh?” he asks, his hands moving to cup the underside of your breast, lifting them up slightly, as his thumb slightly grazes over the peck.

 You whimper, throwing your head back at that little touch surge of pleasure shoots to your core.

“This tiny waist,” his hands moving to the mid section, squeezing the softness there, devouring your body with his eyes.

“These wide, beautiful hips,” his finger moving on the waistband, pulling the elastic tight.

He bends a little, pressing a hot, lingering kiss right above the fabric of your panties, his lips grazing the skin of your hip.

The sensation sends a jolt through your body, sending shivers as your legs shake.

“Including the ass you’ve been teasing me with for years,” he said his voice filled with lust and love, and then he looks at you, how you look wrecked just for his touch.

He spanks you again, harder and more firm this time.

You cry out, a sound filled with shock, pleasure and pain, but please wins it all for now.

You thought he would probably soothe it again but no, it was paining harder but he made no movement to touch or soothe it, just casually leans back on to the chair.

He just lets it linger there, making it a reminder for you.

To remind you, who you actually belong to though he hasn’t fucked the shit out you yet.

Now his gaze isn’t on your face, it moves lower.

Your neck. No

Your collarbone. No

Your Shoulders. No

Just shamelessly, directly looking at your breasts with a hungry gaze, something you wanted to see all along.

“And finally……these beautiful, big boobs” he whispers.

He bends down, his lips hovering right over your breast, his hot breath teasing your nipples.

And then he pecks it…..to just tease you more.

The moment his hot breath was on your nipple.

Just his hot breath. 

Hot.

Breath.

You found yourself getting hungrier for him, you didn’t want him to tease you, you needed him, right then and there.

He knew it, he knew how you felt, how you are breathing, how you need him, but won’t give you what you want right now.

“Hee please—” you grind on him again but he holds back your hips making you stop, before you please again or tell him how badly you need him.

Then he starts sucking it, like he can’t hold back anymore, like this was the last thing left on the earth, maybe even like he was thirsty for them.

He wants to tease you, but couldn't hold himself back from you either, that grinding, those pleas from your mouth, made him rethink his decision from teasing you.

You could hear his sucking sounds, wet and vulgar, because of the wetness of his saliva spreading on to your nipples.

Your back arches, your hands instinctively find his hair, gripping it tightly.

He groans at the tight pull of his hair, making him harder underneath.

He sucks on your nipples, tongue circling around the peck, and tugging it slightly before sucking it again, doing the same thing over and over again, while his other hand finds your breast, squeezing, kneading it and rolling your nipple in between his fingers.

You moan, loud, honest, no stopping.

The pleasure was too good.

Your hips start bucking instantly against his bulge again, rolling your hips harder than before, grinding more.

He notices it as he pulls back from sucking with a wet plop.

“Eager now baby?” He teases, his voice dropping low.

You nod, hips moving harder, searching for friction.

For a second he thought to let you do something at least for yourself or not stopping you like he was before but no, straight away his hands move to your hips stopping you right when you thought it was getting better.

Then he bends down and moves to the other breast without a word to you, giving it the same attention as before, while his other hand was on the breast which was wet from his saliva, but still playing with it, satisfying you with his hand.

It was good, undeniably you like you, but the fact that your pussy was throbbing to be filled was not ignorable. 

You didn't want to wait. 

“Hee….please…please..I need you so bad—ahh” you let out a sharp cry as he bites down your nipples, his hands lowering, across your thighs and rids your shorts from your legs without asking you.

“Needy baby?” He asks as he pulls back, like knew nothing.

“Hee—ahhh” you moan when his fingers touch the wetness of your pussy just through the lace black panties.

“So wet for me baby” he coos as he feels the moisture soaking through the lace.

He finally strips them away also, leaving you bare on his lap, pressing against him.

The contact is sharp, as now you are directly pressing against the rough fabric over his bulge.

He finds his way to your clit, pressing on the swollen bud right away, rubbing it in circles with no patience, but with punishing pressure that makes your vision blur.

Your mouth opens, letting out sharp breaths, eyes shut, finally getting whatever you’ve been longing for, you instinctively bite down on your lips as choked sobs and moans come out of your throat.

“No baby, don’t bite your lip, don’t stop, moan for me, darling” he says softly, before pushing 2 fingers into your soaking warmth at once.

You scream from the sudden push, it wasn’t warned, it was too sudden.

He starts pushing deeper into your spongy walls, as your walls clench around his fingers, he groans in your neck, his fingers curling in spots making you moan and vision blur from the pleasure.

“Fuck baby, thats it, take my fingers like a good girl” he finally adds the third finger, stretching you apart as you wail, and then heeseung leans to kiss you again, tongue entering your mouth directly, taking in all your sounds while pumping his fingers in and out, while his thumb presses and circles on your bud.

He moves faster, pulling away from the kiss, gripping your hips tightly while pumping his fingers faster, your hands move to his shoulders tightening as you squeeze your eyes shut tightly, while whimpering and gasping, leaving out breathy huffs.

As you feel your orgasm building, tightening low in your belly, just the tension in your thighs becomes unbearable.

“Hee— I’m—” before could even finish your sentence, he pulled out his fingers, just only the pad of his thumb pressing over your swollen clit, trapping the pleasure before it could explode.

Your eyes open wide, blown in shock as a moan of frustration screeches from your throat at the literal loss of his fingers inside.

“Hee, why–” you gasp, hips bucking instinctively towards his hand wanting more.

“Mmm” he just hums, looking down at your pussy while circling your clit, rubbing it in small circles but never quite providing the friction you need to tip over the edge.

“Hee, please!” you whine, trying to grind his hand, but he holds your hip tight enough to not let you move, he is still looking at your pussy, but then finally looks up.

Eyes dark with lust, his smoldering gaze at you making you pause for a second before he says “please, what?” in a low octave, his voice sounding husky.

“I-I need to come,” you wail, grinding on his bulge over his rough fabric making you want more, in fact you’ve never felt this needy.

Him edging you just made it worse, you couldn't take the teasing now, you need him and you won't stop asking for it.

“please hee please I need you, I want you so badly. I can’t take it anymore!!” you beg. 

He chuckles, a dark, hungry sound.

He doesn't put his fingers back in you or do anything you asked for.

Instead, he starts to kiss you, deep, demanding kisses that taste of mint and desperation.

The intensity of the kiss swallows you while leaving you breathless and your hands move to his head, running your hands through his long, lustrous black hair.

His tongue slides against yours, sucking and swirling desperately while sliding down his joggers and boxer to pull his cock out.

He pulls away from the kiss, pulling your head back away from his.

You look down into his hands and the moment you saw it, you were starstuck.

He is big.

Not big like you think, very big in a way you weren't sure if you could even take him.

It was shocking.

You knew this was coming, when you guys crossed your lines today but god he is just so big.

His cock is big, fucking standing straight, curling a little but still so so straight in way you never stood in your whole life, wow, it is hot and swollen, throbbing as the tip is in a beautifully pink color, glistening with precum as he held the shaft in his hand.

You are staring at it shamelessly, because who wouldn't look at something so beautiful and gorgeous. 

“Like what you see baby?” he asks, when he caught you staring at his cock.

You snap out of your thoughts, raising your head up, eyes locking on to his eyes, as your cheeks burn from embarrassment.

“Want it inside you baby?” he questions as he feels your arousal just by looking at you face.

You nod slightly and that's what it takes before he jerks it on your pussy once, slapping his cock against it a few times, spreading his precum all over.

An unfiltered screech comes out of your throat, showing how needy you are when he slaps the tip on your pussy.

You move a little, rubbing it a little on his cock, whimpering a little.

“You want it so bad right? You’ll get it baby” he doesn't wait another second.

 He grips your waist and heaves you upward and then slams you down on to his cock.

Your hands find their way to his shoulders as you scream into the crook of his neck when he buries himself, all the way to the hilt inside you in one fluid, powerful motion.

The fullness is overwhelming, a blunt pressure that hits your cervix and sends ripples of pleasure radiating through your entire lower body. 

The sensation is overwhelming, the feeling of being completely filled, the stretch of your pussy, the sudden, intense heat of him deep within your pussy.

You feel your internal muscles spasm around him, clamping down tight, clenching it so tight which makes Heeseung leave a raw guttural growl out feeling you all around him.

His cock twitches inside you, showing how badly he needed this.

“Baby–fuck, so tight…you feel so good baby” he says, his hands sliding down to your ass gripping. 

You stay still for a moment, both of you catching your breath, the only sound the heavy thrum of the PC fans and your synchronized gasping.

The gaming chair creaks as you begin to move, tentatively at first, lifting your hips a few inches and then sliding back down.

You only lift an inch before slamming back down, the impact making the gaming chair rock precariously. 

The feeling of him filling inside you was so so good, that you didn't care about anyone hearing your moans, as your moans echo all through the room. 

Your grip on his shoulder tightens as the pleasure of him being inside you, stretching you apart with his cock was the best feeling you ever felt.

The squelching and wet sounds of your pussy moving on his cock, taking him all the way down to his shaft, then moving back halfway, and falling back down, with your moans and Heeseung’s groans fill you the room.

The sounds are lewd, obscene or even pornographic, it didn't feel real.

You riding your best friend's cock feels like a dreaming true. 

You slowly find your rhythm, more confident, more desperate.

Your mouth falls agape, moaning loudly every time you ride him, head falls back as the tip hits that spot that makes you see stars, your breasts bounce with every downward thrust, your hardened nipples scrape against his shirt every time.

“Yes, just like that baby” he groans as his head hits the chair, while he grips your ass and starts lifting you higher so he can move deeper. 

You are desperate now, the need for release overriding everything.

The friction against your clit is intense, a searing heat that builds with every slide.

You lean forward, your hair falling over your face, your mouth finding his again.

The kiss is sloppy, desperate, the sound of your tongues clashing mixing with the wet slaps of your bodies. 

Tentatively, Heeseung also starts moving his hips up, thrusting upward slowly, testing the waters to see how it would be.

And fuck it, it was so so so good.

“Ahh” you moan as the tip of his cock hits deeper in your pussy, as your walls clench around him in pleasure.

You scream into his mouth, it is so intense, your pussy takes him all the way on to his shaft.

You keep riding him until you feel that low tingling feeling in your lower stomach.

You are about to come, you needed it any minute now.

You are moving faster, breath uneven, shamelessly moaning so loudly, you are sure your neighbours could hear it but you couldn't care less.

“Ngh heee” you wail, you dont know if its pain or pleasure or all together but it was good and stretching you apart and finally you are about to come.

“Hee–hee i-m im coming!!” you choke out, the orgasm is about to come as he moves his hips faster, thrusting harder.

“Yes baby, yes, come for me, come on my cock baby” he says, holding your hips, gripping it so hard, it could leave red marks on it and speeding up the movements, slamming you down onto his cock, taking control.

“Ahh–mm yess, yess im coming!!” you throw your head back, a loud, uncontrolled cry escaping your lips as waves of pleasure crash over you, leaving you breathless and shaking.

Heeseung doesnt stop, he fucks you through it, chasing his orgasm. 

“Hee—” you scream so loudly, it was too much, you are overstimulating, you coat his cok, milking it all the way.

“I-i cant..too much–”

“Yess, you can, you can for me baby” his movements becoming faster, more erratic. He's grunting now, the sounds guttural and raw.

He lifts you slightly and then slams you down, the leather of the chair creaking loudly under the strain.

The sound of your pussy engulfing him is a wet, rhythmic squelch, the air being pushed out of your orifice in small, needy puffs. 

“Im-im coming baby” he moves faster again and again.

“Im gonna fill you up, you’re gonna take me like a good girl and fill me up right?” he says as he looks at you and captures your lips into kiss again.

You feel him tense, his entire body turning to stone beneath you.

With one final, deep thrust that feels like it reaches your very soul, he lets out a loud, guttural roar, his entire body tensing.

He gives one final, massive thrust, burying himself as deep as possible as you feel the hot, pulsing jets of his cum hitting your cervix, filling you up, the liquid warmth spreading through your internals.

“Fuck–take it baby” 

You moan as he fills you up, while he grunts and finally comes undone inside you which felt so so so good.

As the intensity fades, he doesn't move.

He keeps you pressed against him, his heart hammering against your ribs.

You can feel his cock slowly softening inside you, though he remains deep within. A small amount of semen and lubricant leaks from the junction of your bodies, dripping onto the black leather of the chair with a soft patter. 

“That was–soo good” you whisper to him.

He smiles, that goddamn smile that melts you right away, probably even your bones.

He pushes a wet hair stand behind your hair as he finally speaks.

“Very good. Are you happy?” he asks and that genuinely made you feel happy that he was asking your opinion. 

You nod, you look wrecked so did he, both of you breathing heavily, faces flushed.

“Are you ok?” he asks you sweetly after showing his dark side which you loved and so did you like that gentleness in his which made your heart filp and beat faster.

You blush as you nod and hide your face in the crook of his neck.

“Dont hide baby” he pulls you back cupping your face. 

“Mm” you whine sweetly.

He kisses your forehead gently.

"So," he says, a small, tired smile playing on his lips. "I think I lost that match."

You let out a soft laugh, leaning your head against his shoulder.

"Worth it?"

"The best loss of my life," he whispers, kissing your temple. 

Heeseug twitches inside you, making you whimper.

“You’re still inside me hee” you say to him as it hurts a little but don't bother but it's still sticky and messy altogether. 

But then he shrugs it off as if it's nothing, you frown and ask him “what?” and try to pull away.

He doesn't let you, he slams you back down as you scream and squeal from shock.

“Hee–” then while you are still inside him, he abruptly stands up, while still holding you tightly around your waist and still inside you.

“Ready for round 2 baby” he asks as you widen your eyes in shock while his cock gets stiff all the way till his shaft again.

“Hee~” he crashes his lips on to yours slamming you onto the wall and starts moving inside you.

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