đŻđ đšđ±đšđđŠđČ: classmate!riki x fem reader
đšđ đ¶đ§đšđąđ§ - riki, the popular boy in the university, gets paired up with you, the quiet and smart girl for a school project. you try to push yourself and riki to work, but he keeps trying to distract you. long story short, heâs in love with you.
đŠđ€đđ±đ€: smau, classmates to đ đđđŸđs, college au
đ¶đ đ±đđšđđŠđČ: will be added per chapter!
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đđđđ'đ đđđđ: this series is to keep yall occupied for my upcoming riki fic i teased at like the end of aprilđ i promise im still going to post it by the end of this series!! i apologize for the long delay i promise im still posting it i just had to make a lot of edits
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pairings : ex boyfriend's hb!sim Jake x fem!reader
â In which â you suspect your bf cheating on you with your best friend , so you team up with his hb to investigate. ( except he wants you đ )
[ 08 . 09 . ]
Thank you so much for the support you gave me for this smau! I never thought ppl would like it , since this is the last part , check out my new jungwon smau!
đšđ đ¶đ§đšđąđ§ - riki, the popular boy in the university, gets paired up with you, the quiet and smart girl for a school project. you try to push yourself and riki to work, but he keeps trying to distract you. long story short, heâs in love with you.
đŠđ€đđ±đ€: smau, classmates to đ đđđŸđs
đ¶đ đ±đđšđđŠđČ: suggestive jokes, y/n lowk mean đ, jake being jake
â¶ ËïœĄâ when jay saw you, he fell in love. you were everything he wanted. beautiful, smart, funny and mature. well, you were maybe a little clueless. but that doesnât hurt, right? ⊠right?
ê§ warnings: cursing. crack. jay is a completely yearner and a little jealous lmao. threats (as a joke). no use of yn. readers user is stardust. â masterlist.
note: so⊠this wasnât planned as a series but here we are! itâs not gonna be a long smau tho, just a few parts because the limit is 30 photos đ„Č. if you want a tag for the next part, you can let me now in the comments!! thank u đ€
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 canât stand the most in this world. but when the boy youâve been pining after for months pops out with a girlfriend, youâre forced to turn to your nemesis for help. a fake relationship. no real feelings. and if things go well, youâll have the love of your life and heâll 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 sheâs 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 donât 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⊠itâs been a while since iâve 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 donât hate Lee Heeseung, mostly because your mom always said that hate was just another word for love (whichâabsolutely not), but you do find him extremely infuriating.
Itâs in the way heâs 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 heâd deliberately ran against you with the sole intention of annoying you. And when he won, he didnât even do any of the things heâd 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. Heâd 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.Â
He didn't even seem mad about it, which made the entire thing even more infuriating. Heâd 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. Youâd finally be able to breathe without him constantly hovering, youâd 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 couldnât get enough of whatever it was Heeseung was talking about.Â
Thatâs the thing about Heeseung, everyone around you always seems to think heâs this perfect, charming guy. They donât 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 arenât entirely sure. You donât 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 donât 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 thoughâthose first few months were torture.
Youâve got an eight am class today, which means you have an excuse to make a stop at the coffee shop on campus. Itâs right next to your dorm which is insanely convenient and definitely bad for your health, but you're a freshman in college. You donât think you could name a single person who isnât surviving off of cheap coffee and gas station noodles.
The line is long, which wouldnât normally be an issue, but youâre running late and your professors decided he'll dock a letter grade for every tardy. You havenât had to go through that pain yet, and you really donât 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 youâre running off of two hours of sleep and decide youâd rather not fall asleep during your lesson.
It takes another ten minutes before you place your order, and then youâre solemnly waiting off to the side and trying to act like your nerves arenât tangling up in your stomach.
âLong line, huh?â
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.
Your eyes narrow, lips curling downwards. At this point, youâre starting to believe your body's natural reaction to Lee Heeseung is immediate disdain. âWhy are you talking to me?â You ask bluntly. No point in small talk with him, especially when you know heâs just trying to get under your skin by speaking to you.
He laughs, teeth on display as he does. âAre you this hostile with everyone when you first wake up?â
âOnly people who annoy me.â
âI just made an observation, why would that annoy you?â
You shoot him a glare, crossing your arms over your chest. He knows exactly what heâs doingâhe 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.
âCan you justâŠnot? You know what youâre doing.â
âI promise I donât.â The smirk threatening to break onto his lips says otherwise.
You take a deep breath and choose not to play into his game anymore. Itâs pretty easy actually, because the barista calls out your name and you practically trip over your feet to grab it. Youâve got ten minutes to make it halfway across campus and into your lecture hall before youâre docked an entire letter grade. Youâve made it there with less.
You donât 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 donât have the mental capacity to dwell on that right now. Itâs too early for that.
Tonightâs 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 hadnât planned to go, mostly because sports had never really been your thing, but Yunjin insists you have to come.
âItâll be fun!â She pleads, her lower lip jutting out in a pout. She grabs your wrist and pulls on it, but you donât budge from your spot at your desk. You told her that you had a big test to study for and thatâs why you couldnât go. It wasnât exactly a lie, but you didnât really need to study, you already knew the material like the back of your hand.
You sigh and pull your arm from her grip, âI canât do bad on this test, Yunjin. You know whatâll happen if I do.â
âYes, yes, the big bad Heeseung will score higher than you and your entire life will be ruined. Believe me, I know.â She clicks her tongue and walks behind you so her hands can rest on your shoulders. âBut I think Sunghoon would be so sad to see that you didnât come to support him for his last game.â
You immediately tense, your face going hot and stomach flipping in ways you didnât know were possible. Even just the mere mention of Park Sunghoon forces a physical reaction out of you. Itâs honestly a little embarrassing.
Sunghoon is the kind of boy you read about in romance novels or watch romcoms about. Heâs sweet, smart, and the kind of handsome you werenât 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 doesnât help that heâs 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 arenât.
Yunjin keeps insisting that you go for it, and you know that itâs probably not going to be as scary as youâre 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 youâve been putting on for the past couple months.
âI doubt heâd notice if I was there or not.â 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 youâre 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. âYouâre going to this game.â She says firmly.
âIâm not.â
âThatâs what you think.â
The stadium is loud, people talking over each other in the hopes their friends will be able to hear them. They donât, 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, heâs so humble you donât think the thoughts ever even crossed his mind. Someone always approaches him about it when youâre out together on campus, and every time without fail his cheeks go bright pink and he gets this bashful smile on his face. Itâs one of the reasons youâve fallen for him as hard as you have, because unlike most guys youâve interacted with, he doesnât seem to have much of an ego at all.
Itâs 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, heâs always been a gifted photographer. His photos were always hanging up in local art shows or featured in your high school yearbooks. Strangely, itâs the only thing he doesnât brag about, despite it being the only thing he deserves to.Â
âOh, thatâs bullshit!â Jake yells, popcorn spilling from his lap as he gestures wildly. âThat was our play!â
You give him a side-eye and sink further into your seat. You honestly couldnât 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, heâll be yours.
By the time the game ends, youâre 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, itâs not Sunghoon you see. No, itâs something much worse.
Heeseung.
He doesnât notice you at first, and you almost think youâll be able to sneak around him, but then Jake decides itâs a good idea to open his big mouth and alert the enemy to your presence.
âHeeseung!â He calls, raising his hand in a wave. âWhatâs good, man?â
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.
âHey Jake,â he greets, jutting his chin out swiftly. âYunjin.â
Yunjin returns the greeting politely. âHeeseung.â
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. âHi, Y/N.â
âHi.â You respond shortly. You donât 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 youâve just said the funniest thing in the world. âWould it hurt you to be nicer?â
âYes,â you respond easily. âIt would, actually.â
He frowns and grabs at his shirt dramatically, right over where his heart is. âAlways so mean.â
âYouâll live.â
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. âDonât do that!â
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 arenât paying attention to that anymore.
Because behind Heeseung you can see a familiar head of damp black hair, thick eyebrows, and a perfect smile.
âHey guys,â Sunghoon grins as he approaches. Heâs 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 doesnât stop your heart from fluttering out of control or your cheeks from heating to near impossible levels.
âHey!â You chirp a bit too loudly, hand shooting up in a wave.
âNice game tonight, man!â Jake gushes, his hands moving animatedly. âThe way you got that goal right at the beginning was insane! I swear, Penn didn't even know what hit them.â
Sunghoon grins and brings a hand up to his neck, the way he always does when somebody praises him, like he still canât quite process the amount of attention on him. âThanks, Jake. Seriously.â
âThose refs were awful though,â Yunjin throws in.Â
The three of them end up in conversation about the game, all of them spewing out football lingo that you couldnât be bothered to understand. Heeseung's still here too, justâŠlingering.
Heâs friends with Jake and Sunghoon, yes, but heâs always on the sidelines. Heâs been like that since high school. Heâs friends with everyone, but he never lets them in. Doesnât make any attempts to know them outside of a surface level friendship.Â
Itâs 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.Â
You donât notice her approach, not until sheâs 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 sheâd made cheer captain as a sophomore, and has kept the title all the way into her junior year.
âHey, Hoon,â she says, voice sweet like honey. You know it shouldnât, 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 canât 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 Sunghoonâthe same Park Sunghoon that calls you in the middle of the night and insists he walk you home from classâhas his arm around Kim Chaewon and is giving her the same look he gives you.
Yunjin looks just as shocked as you feel, but sheâs 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. âUm,â she laughs uncomfortably, âSunghoon do you mind maybe⊠informing us as to who this is?â
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. âRight, uh,â he swallows, and you watch as his fingers flex at his side. A nervous habit. âThis is Chaewon. Weâve beenâŠseeing each other.â
You blink, your mind going a million miles a minute as you try to make sense of what heâs 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 youâre in love with tells you heâs seeing someone.
âSeeing each other?â You repeat, voice raising in pitch.Â
Chaewon nods, her lips curling up into a shy smile as she places a hand on Sunghoon's chest. âIt was a recent development,â she chuckles.
You feel like youâre going to be sick.
Sunghoon smiles at her before removing his arm from her waist so he can gesture at the three of you. âHow do you feel about dinner so Chae can get to know you guys? My treat.â
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 donât want to sound jealous (you are), but thatâs supposed to be you. Youâre the one he should be smiling atâyou were the one! You canât 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, heâs looking straight at you like he can read your mind. âSorry, man,â he says, eyes staying on you for a moment longer before they shift to Sunghoon. âIâve gotta get these pictures developed before they close the red room.â
Sunghoon waves him off, âdonât worry about it.â He says, âIâll see you when we get home tonight. What about you guys?â
Thereâs absolutely no way youâre going to dinner with them. You canât, like, physically canât. You think youâll die if you do.
Instead of saying that, or coming up with some kind of excuse, what comes out is, âIâm free.â
Yunjin's head snaps to you in shock, and then she blurts out a sudden, âsame!â
Jake shrugs, âIâve got nothing better to do.â
âGreat!â Sunghoon grins, âletâs meet at that diner off of fifth? Theyâre usually open late.â
He walks away after that, hand in hand with Chaewon, and you watch them go while your heart sinks deep into your chest. Sheâs laughing at something he says, her free hand slapping his arm lightly, and he smiles down at her like sheâs the only girl in his universe. The same way you thought he was doing to you.
âWell,â Heeseungs starts, his eyes finding youâd once again, like he can feel the hurt radiating off your body. He probably can. âSince when was that a thing?â
Jake shrugs the way most clueless men do. âNo idea.â
The two of them walk away after that, and youâre thankful to be left alone with Yunjin.
âWhat the fuck?â She says, hands resting on her hips. âThatâs gotta be a joke. Or maybe some kind of dare. I donât fucking know, but thereâs no way theyâre actually seeing each other! He was literally blowing up your phone two days ago!â She snaps her fingers like sheâs made some kind of profound discovery. "It must be some kind of spell. You know, Iâve always thought witches and magic were realââ
âYunjin,â you interrupt, eyes already glassy and throat closing up with an onslaught of tears. You arenât going to cry over himâthat would be ridiculous, especially since you werenât even dating, but that doesnât mean it still doesnât hurt. If youâre being completely honest, it hurts like hell.
Yunjin notices immediately, and before you can process it, sheâs throwing her arms around you and pulling you into her chest in the middle of the field. âIâm sorry, babe,â she sighs, âI really thought he was going to ask you out tonight.â
Sheâs not the only one.Â
You just shrug, doing your best to mask your hurt, even though you know thereâs no point when it comes to Yunjin. Youâve only known her for six months, yet sheâs the only person who can read you like an open book. âItâs fine.â
âItâs not,â she mumbles, pulling away from you and placing her hands on your shoulders. âBut it will be. Because weâre going to show Sunghoon exactly what he missed out on.â
You snort, rolling your eyes and shrugging her off of you so you can make the trek back to your shared dorm. âWhat are you talking about?â
She shrugs, âyouâll see.â
You should question her. Should refuse to go anywhere with her until she tells you what her plan is, but you donât 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 wonât be able to handle whatever it is sheâs cooking up.
The diner off of 5th is the only place that stays open after ten pm and still serves edible food. Itâs a campus staple, which means itâs nearly always packedâespecially after games. So, you arenât 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.
âIâm starving,â Yunjin groans, her tongue swiping over her lips as she flips through the menu. The both of you know sheâs just going to get the same thing she does every time, but she says she finds joy in looking unpredictable.
âMe too,â Sunghoon agrees.Â
He looks good. Tired, but good. His hair is falling over his eyes in that dorky kind of way and heâs wearing his glassesâa rare sight. Normally, youâd be the only one doing this much analysis into his look, but when you glance over at Chaewon, sheâs staring at him with a dopey grin on her face.
You frown and look down at your menu. You still donât understand how this couldâve happened. It just didnât make any sense. When you take out the part where youâre 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 itâs going to happen, but theyâre still choosing to dance around it?
Youâd 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 sheâs doing a very bad job at hiding her smile.
You shouldnât 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. Youâd 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.
âSo,â Jake starts, wagging his finger towards the couple. âWeâre so glad youâre here, Chaewon. Seriously. But I just canât believe this is the first Iâm hearing aboutâŠthis. I mean, not to sound like a douche or anything, but I live with Sunghoon and he hasnât brought you up once. Heâs talked aboutââ his eyes find yours for a fleeting moment, before he clears his throat and tries to pretend it never happened. âItâs just kind of unexpected.â
Chaewon giggles, reaching a hand up and swiping her bangs over her forehead. They fall right back into place. âIt was a recent development.â
Yunjin snorts, taking a sip from her cup with the kind of casual confidence you wish you had. âClearly.â
If anybody catches the irritation in her tone, they donât comment on it.Â
âHe actually hit me with a football during practice,â 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. âIt 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.â
Coffee? He always takes you to coffee. Did they go to the same place you go to? Did he show her the secret menu thatâs not really a secret? Did he joke around with your favorite barista like he does when heâs with you?
Your throat feels tight again, but you suck down a gulp from your drink and try to act like you arenât on the brink of emotional collapse.
Yunjin smiles, but it looks forced. She taps your thigh once, like sheâs warning you, but before you can question it, sheâs already opening her mouth. âYou know, thatâs honestly kind of crazy. Two of my friends are getting into relationships at the same time. Youâd think Iâd get some of that luck too considering I seem to be the common denominator here, but nope!â
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.
Sunghoonâs eyebrows raise briefly, but heâs quick to lower them. âReally?â He mumbles. You can practically feel the curiosity radiating off of him. Heâs always been way too nosy. âWho?â
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 wouldâve if it didn't have to do with you. â[Y/N], youâve been seeing someone recently as well, havenât you?â
You nearly choke, eyes widening into saucers. You splutter for an answer, blinking rapidly as you do. âWhat? A relationship? I donâtâwell, I meanâmaybeâ?â Itâs not until Yunjin sends a swift heel to your shin do you manage to get out a full sentence. âYes,â you squeak. âI have beenâŠseeing someone. Itâs very recent. Very new. Honestly, Iâm just as surprised as you are that it happened so quickly.â
The table goes silent for a moment, and you suddenly feel very, very exposed. You know Yunjin knows youâre 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!
Youâre waiting for the inevitableâfor someone to give an uncomfortable laugh before attempting to move the conversation forward. Meanwhile, youâre 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 doesnât happen. Instead, the next few moments are probably the most confusing of your life.Â
âThatâs good, [Y/N],â Sunghoon says, smiling at you the way he does with everyone else. Itâs not the smile youâre 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. âWhoâs the lucky guy?â
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 itâd be easy to hide considering heâs not real.Â
But before you can tell your made-up story, Yunjin beats you to the punch.
âOh, youâre going to lose your mind. I know I did when she told me.â She laughs aloud, and when her eyes find yours, you suddenly wish youâd never even gotten out of bed this morning. Maybe finishing the course with a B wouldnât 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 sheâs perfected. âSheâs been seeing your other roommate. The one she apparently canât stand.â
Jakeâs 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, âyouâve been seeing Heeseung?â
You shouldâve just taken the dock off of your grade.
âYunjin, do not come near me right now or I swear to God youâre going to be missing chunks of hair.â
She winces, hands immediately tugging on the red strands. âAnything but the hair! You know itâs my best feature.â She attempts to joke, but youâre having absolutely none of it.
âYou realize they live with him, right? What happens when they ask him about his apparent relationship with me?â You snap, slamming the door to your dorm behind you. The walk here had been completely silentâor, at least, it had been from your end. Yunjin spent the entire time trying to act like she hadnât 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. âTheyâre guys! They donât talk about that kind of stuff. Jake didnât even know Sunghoon was seeing Chaewon! Which, can we talk about that, actually? I mean, seriously, what the fuck? One second heâs taking you on these cute little dates and the nextââ
âYunjin,â you groan, rubbing the heels of your palm into your eyes. Youâre absolutely exhausted, and you arenât sure how much longer you can talk about Sunghoon without your head wanting to explode. âAs much as Iâd love to talk about Sanghoon's sparkling love life and my lack of one, Iâve got a nine am tomorrow that Iâd rather not have to sleep through because I stayed up all night talking about my nonexistent love life.â
She nods, a small smile on her lips. "No, yeah, of course. But, before you become dead to the world, youâre actually kind of wrong about something.â
âWhat?â
âYour love life isnât nonexistent,â she says thoughtfully. âYouâre seeing Heeseung, remember?â
You throw the pillow at her so hard youâre surprised it doesnât mold to her face.
Youâve always enjoyed your nine am literacy analysis lecture. After all, youâre 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 arenât sure if itâs because heâs finally matured and realized itâs stupid to bother you during lecture, or if heâd just gotten bored of the entire thing. Either way, youâd 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 donât know why he would lie for you, and honestly, you donât 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 sheâd stayed home with her gerbil last night. Maybe that way she wouldnât have been able to open her big mouth.
You donât look at Heeseung when you enter. You donât 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, youâre quick to pack your bags and make a swift exit. You're practically out of breath by the time you make it outside, but youâre relieved you managed to get out without having to make any contact with Heeseung. You arenât sure you wouldâve 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 sheâs 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 isnât giving you that usual teasing smile he always wears when he sees you, instead he looks unusually serious.Â
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.
âHi,â he says simply. Casually. Like heâs talking to a friend and asking about the weather.
You hesitate, but return the greeting nonetheless. â...Hi.â
He cracks a smile, but scrunches his nose before it reaches his eyes and his lips fall back down into a straight line. âWe need to talk.â
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 heâs probably already told the entire campus about your stupid lie as well. Youâre 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.Â
God, you are going to kill Yunjin. Itâll be like a final goodbye before youâre forced to move across the country.
You shake your head immediately. âNo, uh, we donât actually. I already know what youâre going to say, so Iâll just start packing my things now. No need for this awkward rejection or whateverânot that Iâm being rejected by you. God, Iâd 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 andââ
Youâre rambling so fast it takes a moment for you to register that Heeseung's laughing, and even longer to realize that heâs 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. âAnd now youâre laughing at me.â
âIâm sorry,â he chuckles, taking in a deep breath and trying to find some composure. âItâs justâŠyouâve always been really good at jumping to conclusions.â
Your brows furrow, mouth parting as you try to process his words. What does he mean youâre good at jumping to conclusions? Why does he always talk like he knows anything about you? You know they shouldnât, but the words tick you off. âWhat are you talking about?â
He shrugs, lips curving up into that smile youâve unfortunately become way too familiar with. The one that screams trouble and always means heâs up to no good. âI have to admit, I was pretty surprised when Jake grilled me for half an hour last night on our apparent relationshipââ you visibly wince, but he ignores it and continuesâ âbut, 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.â
Your jaw drops, eyes blinking a mile a minute like maybe thatâll help everything make sense. Newsflash, it doesnâtâif anything it just makes everything feel ten times more confusing. âYou what?â
He shrugs, âyou have a reason, right? Otherwise, we just became a couple for no reason. Unless thatâs what you wanted? Was this whole thing just an elaborate scheme to get with me?â His voice drops an octave, and he takes a step closer, until suddenly heâs in your space and you can smell the fresh linen from his detergent and his cedarwood cologne. âYou know, princess, if you wanted to be with me, all you had to do was ask.â
You might be extremely confused right now, but youâve 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 donât want him calling you princess.Â
You take a step back, your arms coming up to put space between the two of you. âEw, no, absolutely not. Like I said, Iâd rather die before I dated you.â
He hums, shoving his hands back in his pockets and beginning to walk away. âOkay. Iâll just go tell Jake and Sunghoon that you lied thenââ
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. âIâm sorry,â you sigh out, âI just don't know how to go about this without sounding like a total loser.â
His lips curve up and he turns so heâs facing you fully. âYouâre going to sound like a loser to me no matter what, so just tell me.â
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. âIâve had a thing for this guyââ
He nods. âSunghoon, right?â
Is it really that obvious? You narrow your eyes, âHowâd you know? Did he say something about me?â
He shakes his head. âNo, but Iâve seen the way you follow each other like lost puppies. Iâve gotta admit, I was surprised when he popped out with Chaewon and not you.â
You donât 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 arenât 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. âYou still with me?â
Your eyes snap to him and your cheeks heat with embarrassment. âYeah, sorry, um, as I was saying, Iâve 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 withâŠyou. And the whole thing just kind of spiraled from there.â
Heâs silent for a moment, like heâs processing your words. âShe said we were dating to make Sunghoon jealous? How does that work?â
You groan and run a hand over your face. âI donât know! I donât know what she was thinking! Iâve already yelled at her over it!â You feel your frustration building again, but you take a deep breath and force it down. âIt was stupid. And now youâre dragged into this entire mess and I donât know how Iâm going to tell everyone the truth.â
There are a lot of things you dislike about Heeseung. Heâs 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. Heâs 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 heâs going to say before he says it. Usually, he just blurts out whatever's on his mind and deals with the consequences later.
âWhat ifâŠâ he hesitates for a moment. âWhat if you didnât tell them?â
âWhat?â
He splutters for a moment, a nervous laugh bubbling from his lips. âI just mean, what if we let everyone think weâre dating? Not that we actually date. That would beâŠawful.â
âWhy would we do that, though?â You ask, crossing your arms over your chest. âItâs 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?â
He shrugs, âactually Sunghoon looked pretty distraught last night. He kept asking me about you and our budding relationship.â
Your heart skips a beat at that. He was asking about you? It shouldn't affect you like it does, especially when heâs got a girlfriend, but the thought of him thinking about you has butterflies flying around your stomach.
Still, it doesnât explain why Heeseung would want to help you. Heâs never gone out of his way to do it before, so you donât see why he would now.Â
âBut, what do you get out of this?â You ask, pointing a wary finger at him. âYouâve never been nice enough to actually help me before.â
He scoffs, âfirst 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.â
âYou 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.â
âYeah, but that was after weâd already gotten an A.â
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. âWhat is this?â
âMy portfolio,â 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. Theyâre all breathtaking shots, and it's then that you remember heâs here on a full scholarship after winning some national photography contest. Itâd been the only thing he talked about for weeks.
You knew he was going to win the moment it was announced.
âWow,â you mumble, continuing to flip through the photos. âThese are amazing.â
He brings a hand up to his neck and scratches at it nervously. âThanks.â
One picture captures your attention. Itâs 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 heâs frustrated. The people around him are blurry, and you assume theyâre getting their stuff for dismissal.
âThe photography committee on campus is holding a competition,â he continues, â$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 weâre âdatingâ, no one will question why Iâm constantly taking pictures of you, and it saves me the hassle of having to ask anyone else.â
You raise a brow. He wants to be in a fake couple so that he can take pictures of you for a contest? It doesnât feel like a fair trade to you at all. âWhy donât you ask Jake or Sunghoon? Iâm sure they wouldnât mind.â
He gives you a fixed look. âI already did, but they both claimed they were too busy. Youâre my last resort before I start asking random people on campus.â
The explanation still feels weird to you, but you arenât going to fight him anymore on it. Besides, youâre still trying to wrap your head around the fact that youâre now in a fake relationship with public enemy number one.
âSoâŠwhat now?â You ask, closing the folder and handing it back to him. He takes it with steady hands, and when his fingers brush yours, thereâs a solid five seconds where your breath catches in your throat and you almost forget about everything you dislike about Heeseung.
âJay Parkâs having a party tomorrow night,â he breathes, lips turning up into that awful smile. âBeer. Dancing. Maybe some weed. Sunghoon and Chaewon will definitely be there, which means you and I will also be there.â
Your nose scrunches at the thought. Youâd only gone to one party so far, and the entire experience had been so awful youâd sworn them off completely.
âI donât really do parties,â you mumble.
Heeseung snorts like thatâs the understatement of the century. âWe won't stay for long. Just long enough for Sunghoon to see us, and then weâll go.â
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. âThank you,â you say sincerely. âFor helping me.â
He doesnât smirk. Doesnât tease. Just nods casually like fake dating people is something he does daily. âIâll see you tomorrow night, princess.â
You really need to tell him to stop calling you that.
When you tell Yunjin, she doesnât even try to act surprised. âI knew it would work out,â she says confidently, staring at a pimple in her reflection. âThat's why I said it in the first place.â
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.
âWhatever.â You mumble, âheâs expecting me to go to some party with him tomorrow night, but I donât 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.â
Yunjin snorts at the memory, and then sheâs standing and making her way over to you. She sits crisscrossed on your bed and ever-so-gently forces your laptop closed. You donât argue with her, itâs not like you were getting anything done anyway.
âSo, your fake boyfriendâwho by the way, is super hotâis asking you to go to a party with him, and you donât want to because youâd rather stay at home and analyze Edgar Allen Poe?â She asks, drawing out the sentence so you feel completely and utterly stupid.
âItâs not Edgar Allen Poe,â you mutter, âand, I donât know, this entire thing just feels so insane! Like, what am I hoping happens? Sunghoon realizes heâs actually in love with me and breaks up with Chaewon?â
âExactly that, yes.â Yunjin nods, like itâs obvious.
You shoot her a glare. âThatâs not fair to either of them. If theyâre happy, why should I try to ruin that?â
Yunjin sighs, her hands reaching out to grab yours. She brings them into her lap and squeezes them comfortingly. âIf theyâre happy, then you being in a relationship with Heeseung isnât going to matter. But you said he asked about you, right? That means he still cares at least a little bit, and if thatâs the case, then itâs not fair to Chaewon for him to stay with her.â She smiles softly, her shoulders bobbing as she shrugs them. âI donât know what heâs doing right now, but I know that there was something going on between the two of you. And if you care about him, you shouldnât let that go without a fight.â
When she wanted to, Yunjin could give some seriously killer advice. Your lips curve up, chest feeling lighter and mind not so hazy. âThanks, Yunjin. Seriously. I donât know what Iâd do without you.â
âDie, probably.â
You laugh loudly, throwing your head back with it. âYeah,â you agree, âprobably.â
The next night, your nerves are absolutely shot. Heeseung texted you that heâd pick you and Yunjin up from your dorm at seven, which meant youâd 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. Heâs always been able to see right through you, and you have half the mind to think heâll 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 youâre used to wearing, and the black cloth hugs your curves in a way youâre 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. âAre you sure this isnât too much?â You ask.
Yunjin clicks her tongue, and you can see her fighting with the straps of her own dress through the mirror. âAbsolutely not. You look amazing. The guys are going to lose their minds when they see you in that.â
You raise a brow and turn around to face her. âGuys? Like, plural?â
âWell, yeah,â she shrugs, âSunghoon and Heeseung.â
Sunghoon, yes. Youâd 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 didnât understand how to get rid of your acne and when makeup was more of a suggestion then something you actually did everyday.
âEw, no,â you gag, âI donât care what Lee Heeseung thinks about me. The only reason heâs even helping me is for his portfolio or whatever. Heâs not doing it out of the kindness of his heart.â
Yunjin hums, smoothing out her dress and giving herself one final look over in the vanity mirror. She looks amazingâshe always does. You arenât jealous of Yunjin, but sometimes you wonder what itâd be like to have her confidence. âYou seriously think heâs doing this just for his portfolio?â
âUm, yeah. Thatâs what he said.â
She walks over to you then, her chin resting on your shoulder. âI thinkâand donât go nuclear on me for thisâbut I think he likes you. Like, like-likes you.â
A laugh bursts from your chest. That is the single most absurd thing youâve ever heard in your life. Heeseung can barely stand being in the same room as you without having to get under your skin. He doesnât like you, he just enjoys pissing you off.Â
âYouâre funny,â you snort, âand so insanely wrong.â
She shrugs and takes a step back from you. âI donât know, [Y/N]. I donât know many guys who get into fake relationships with people they dislike just so they can finish their portfolio.â
Your phone buzzes from your bed, and when you pick it up youâve got a text message from Heeseung saying heâs here.Â
âYou donât know many guys in general, Yunjin.â You retort. You quickly grab your purse and stuff your phone inside. âHeâs here. Donât say anything weird in the car, please. I think youâve embarrassed me enough in the last two days to last a lifetime.â
âNo promises,â she winks.
Heeseung's car isnât super nice. Itâs pretty typical for any college student, actually. Thereâs 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. Heâd 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 thatâs still the case today.
Heâs 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 thereâs 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 heâs acting like nothing happened. âNice dress,â he clicks his tongue, âI didnât think you owned anything that didnât look like it came from a librarian's closet.â
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 donât, because at the end of the day heâs 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. âCan we try and go one night without you being a dick?â
âI donât know,â he smirks, âyouâre the one dating this dick, princess.â
You frown and try not to think about the double meaning behind his words. âFake dating,â you correct.
âRight. Fake dating.â
The tension between you is thick, and not in the way youâre used to. Instead, this feels like some sort of gravitational pull towards him. Something youâd kept buried that is trying to dig its way back from the grave.
Yunjin groans behind you. Youâd nearly forgotten she was here. âGod, can you guys just fuck already and get it over with? Your sexual tension is starting to make me jealous.â
âYunjin!â You practically screech. Your hands gesture wildly as you attempt to defend yourself. âThis is notâthere is no sexual tension! Thatâs not what this is!â
She gives you a look that says: donât make me call bullshit.
You sigh and run a hand over your eyes. âJust get in the car.â
The party is just outside of campus, in Jay Park's two-story home that he mysteriously pays for by himself. (Everyone knows heâs a trust fund baby.) Thereâs some stragglers outside, all holding red solo cups and trying to act drunker than they really are. Youâve 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 doesnât look intimidated by her outgoing nature. Itâs kind of cute, actually.
You, on the other hand, feel a bit sick. For one, you donât know what youâre 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 thatâll change anything.
âHey,â Heeseung murmurs from beside you, his eyebrows knitted together in what you think might be concern. âYou good?â
You blink. âI donât know.â Itâs the most honest thing youâve said all night.
Heâs silent for a moment, before heâs letting out a breath and turning to you. âYou look good, [Y/N]. Really fucking good. Donât let a dress like that go to waste because youâre in your head.â He emphasizes his point with a gentle tap to your forehead. âLetâs go in there and show Sunghoon exactly what he lost, yeah?â
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 heâs missing out on.Â
âOkay,â you nod.
He grins. âOkay.âÂ
Inside, the party is practically buzzing with people. Thereâs a few people you recognize, but itâs mostly randoms that you didnât even realize you went to school with. Thatâs the thing about college; youâre always meeting someone new. Your high school was the complete opposite of thatâyou 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, youâre grateful for the subtle comfort it gives you. Like itâs a reminder that heâs here and that you arenât 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 hadnât planned to drink, but him handing you water makes you feel like heâs treating you like some little kid.
âActually,â you clear your throat, pointing towards the other beer can on top of the ice, âIâll have that.â
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, âsure you donât want the water?â
You really do. âIâm sure.â
Your eyes search the crowd for Sunghoon, and sure enough heâs here. Heâs 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 heâs 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 canât dance, anytime youâve tried youâve embarrassed yourself so bad youâve debated never showing your face in public again.
âHeeseung,â you attempt, âI canât dance!â
âNeither can anyone else here. Besides, we canât just sit in the corner and expect Sunghoon to care. If heâs having a good time, you need to be having an even better one.â 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 easyâlike itâs 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 doesnât make you look like youâre on the verge of collapse.
âWow,â he laughs, whistling lowly when you nearly trip over your own feet. âYou werenât kidding.â
Your eyes narrow as embarrassment flushes your cheeks. âI told you! God, Iâm going back to the drinksââ
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.
âIâm not making fun of you, princess.â He murmurs, his hands sliding up to rest on your hips, âjustâŠobserving.â
His voice is right beside your ear, and the proximity makes your body feel like itâs 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 youâd 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 heâs able to hear your heartbeat. If he can, does he know itâs beating so rapidly because of him?
âHeâs looking,â 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 doesnât comment on it.
You clear your throat and try to ignore the way your voice shakes. âHe is?â
âHe was,â 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. âIâm going to kiss you.â
Your eyes widen and you nearly choke on your own spit. âWhat?â
You barely have time to process before heâs bringing a hand up to cup your cheek, the other sliding to your spine and pulling you impossibly closer. Youâre so close your noses are nearly touching, and his cedarwood cologne feels like itâs enveloping all of your senses.
âTrust me, okay?â He murmurs.
Later, youâll say you donât know how it happened. Youâll tell Yunjin that it all happened so fast and that it really wasnât that big of a deal. He was just helping you get Sunghoon's attention.
But the truthâthe 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 heâs afraid heâll die without you.
And that scares you.
All you can manage is one simple word. âOkay.â
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 heâs kissing you like youâre 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 youâre the best thing heâs tasted in years.
You canât help the whine that slides from his lips when he pulls away, your own lips chasing his without your permission. Itâs like your body's an addict and heâs your drug of choice.Â
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 heâs smiling at you. But itâs not the teasing smile youâre used to or the one he gives everyone else. Itâs softer. Real.Â
Your lips part to say something, anything, but then your thoughts go back to Sunghoon and what comes out instead is a soft, âdid he see?â
Heeseungs smile immediately drops, and something akin to disappointment flashes over his face. You donât know why the sight makes you cringe internally.Â
He glances up and nods his head. âYeah,â he says, using his grip on your hips to turn you around, âhe definitely saw.â
When you look, Sunghoonâs cheeks are pink and heâs staring directly at you. When he sees you looking, heâs quick to avert his gaze and try to act casually, but you know Sunghoon. Heâs jealous.
This is a complete win.
So, why donât you care as much as you should?
You should be ecstatic that Sunghoonâs feeling a certain way towards you. Thatâs the whole point of this stupid dealâto 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.
Itâs 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.Â
ItâsâŠweird. Somewhere along the way, you stopped hating Heeseung's general presence. Instead of a nemesis, heâs managed to turn himself into someone you donât really mind having around. A frenemy, maybe. Heâs funny, something you never cared enough to notice before, and heâs got this soft side to him that makes your heart melt the smallest bit.
âSo,â Yunjin grins, taking a bite of her ramen. âAny word from Sunghoon?â
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. Youâre just feeling this way because Heeseung kissed you. Once you have Sunghoon, youâll get over it completely.
âUm,â you mumble, sinking further into your blankets, ânot yet. But Heeseung said he saw him looking at us in the coffee shop the other day. Thatâs good, right?â
She turns to you, her eyes narrowed the tiniest bit. âIt is. So why donât you sound more excited?â
You immediately go on the defensive. âI am excited! Iâm justâŠtired right now. Itâs late, and Iâve been up since seven.â
âWhatever you say.â
In truth, you arenât that excited. Itâs nice that heâs thinking about you. Itâs 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? Thereâs this park just a little off campus that I think would be a good spot.
Right. The portfolio. Youâd been so busy with yourself you nearly forgot you were supposed to be helping him as well.
Sure, you reply, what time?
It doesnât take long for him to respond. Iâll pick you up at eleven. Wear something nice, please.
You heart the message and set your phone down. You arenât sure what something nice is supposed to entail, but youâll do your best.
The next morning, youâre waiting outside your dorm in an outfit that you deemed appropriate for the park while also being cute. It isnât something you usually wearâthe 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 youâre 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 mustâve 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.
âHi, Sunghoon.â
He nods, coming to a stop a few feet in front of you. Heâs close enough for you to see the moles on his face, but far enough that you canât 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?
âI havenât seen you in a while,â he says shyly, eyebrows knit together. âIâveâŠmissed hanging out with you.â
Your heart skips a beat, but for all the wrong reasons.
âSorry,â you murmur with a shrug. âIâve just been super busy lately. You know how it gets.â Itâs not a lie, you have been busy. JustâŠbusy with Heeseung.
He pauses, his tongue darting out to lick at his lips. He looks like heâs contemplating his next words, which is something youâve never seen him do. It hurts a bit that your relationship has turned into this. Just a month ago the thought of ignoring Sunghoon wouldâve seemed unfathomable. Both of you being in separate relationships (given yours is fake) wouldâve been a complete joke. And yet here you are, talking like complete strangers.
âYeah,â he says eventually, the words quiet and hesitant. âIâve seen you and Heeseung around campus. I was a little surprised, honestly.â
Your response is dry. Bordering on the edge of annoyance. âYeah. So was I.â
You both know youâre not talking about Heeseung. For a moment, he almost looks regretful.
â[Y/N]-â
âHey.âÂ
You didnât even notice Heeseung's beat up Honda pull onto your street, nor notice him walk out of it. Heâs 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 donât know why. It must be some kind of hormonal thing.
Sunghoon takes a step back like heâs 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.
âYouâre late,â 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.Â
âSorry,â he mumbles against your skin. âTraffic.â
You fold immediately. âItâs fine. I was just worried.â
Sunghoon must sense that heâs 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 doesnât hurt like it used to. It just feels likeâŠnothing. You look back to Heeseung, and any tension you had melts.
âWhat was that about?â He asks.
You shrug. âWas just saying hello.â
âAnd?â
You raise a brow. âAnd what?â
âDid he say anything about me? About our relationship?â
Oh. Right. Youâre in love with Sunghoon.
âOh,â you clear your throat and attempt to act like you hadnât completely forgotten your deal. âYeah, he did. I think heâs jealous, but heâs still with Chaewon, so does it even really matter?â
âTrust me, it does.â He snorts, leading you over to his car. âHe was talking to Jake last night about how he apparently isnât feeling any sparks with Chaewon. He wants to break up with her.â
Thatâs good. Thatâs 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.
âGood! That's great. Amazing, even.â You say, attempting to sound the littlest bit excited, but it just comes off flat and dull. Like youâre talking about an assignment and not the boy youâve 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 itâs second nature. At this point, it is. âYou donât sound too excited,â he observes.
Youâre not, but you canât say that. âIâm just shocked, I guess. I donât understand why he even got with Chaewon in the first place if he didnât feel anything for her. Itâs kind ofâŠmean.â
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 playlistâsomething you hadnât even realized was an option. You play Ariana Grande and watch as Heeseung tries to act like he doesnât enjoy it.
âSunghoons always been like that,â he says eventually. âHeâs impulsive. Doesnât think about what heâs doing until heâs regretting it and trying to act like heâs not.â
âWhy?â
Heeseung shrugs, glancing at you from the corner of his eye for a split second before going back to the road. âDonât know. Itâs just how he is.â
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. Itâs familiar. Comfortable.
You look back to Heeseung, and instead of annoyance, you get the same feeling you do when youâre looking at campus. Familiarity. Comfort. And it scares you so much your throat nearly constricts.
âWell,â you croak, running a hand through your hair, âthatâs stupid. And all it does is hurt the people around him.â
âYeah,â he agrees softly, âit does.â
You donât talk the rest of the car ride, and youâre 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. Itâs too much. Itâs not enough.
You donât 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, youâre entirely too eager to get out of the car. You barely wait for him to park before youâre practically stumbling out of your seat with the ordinance of a baby giraffe.Â
Heeseung gives you a look, but he doesnât say anything about it. Just directs you to where he wants to go with confidence. His hand hovers at your lower backânever touchingâjust there. Like heâs unsure of what to do with himself when youâre not around your friends and having to keep up your act.
You donât comment on it.
Eventually, he takes you to a small pond in the middle of the park. Thereâs 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. Itâs 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 youâre being watched. Itâs awkward at first, mostly because the only time youâve ever had someone take pictures of you like this was during your high school graduation, but it doesnât take long for the tension to ease into something softer. Easier.Â
He tells you to sit on the grass and tilt your head towards the pondâbut each shot he gets just doesnât feel right.
âMaybe lean more towards the left?â He mumbles, hand flying out to gesture at you. You do as he says, but apparently, heâs still not getting the shot he wants.Â
He clicks his tongue in frustration, ânoâthatâs notâjustâlet me fix you.â
You furrow your brows. What does that even mean? âYou donât need to fix me, Heeseungââ
He interrupts you with a laugh. âNot like that, idiot. God, youâre always so defensive.â
You part your lips to retort, but before the words can get out, heâs 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 heâd tasted when his tongue was in your mouth.
You feel your cheeks heat up, but you let him do what he needs to.
âThere, thatâs the angle.â
âYou couldnât have just told me to tilt my chin up?â
He smiles and goes back to his camera. âI did, princess. You just donât listen.â
God, heâs so annoying.
But still, your lips curve up and your heart gets that same feeling it did at the party. The one that youâre not quite ready to name.
âDo we really have to go to this brunch?â You groan, flopping down onto your bed. âSunghoon and Chaewon are going to be there, and I really donât feel like watching them be all over each other.â
Yunjin shakes her head, âthatâs exactly why we have to go. So that you and Heeseung can do it right back to them.â
âThey already saw us kiss! What more do we have to do? Feed each other and do that weird baby talk bullshit couples do?â
Yunjin gags and rolls her eyes. âI donât know what couples youâre talking to, but please tell them I said to stop doing that immediately. But, no, thatâs not what I meant. How is it going to look if everyone's there except for you and Heeseung?â
âUm, fine? No oneâs going to care.â
âItâs 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 everyoneânot just Sunghoonâthat youâre actually in love.â
You sigh. You know sheâs 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.Â
âI hate lying to everyone,â you sigh, hugging your pillow to your chest. âMakes me feel like a bad friend.â
âYouâre not a bad friend,â Yunjin reassures, rolling her chair over to you. It gets caught on the rug for a moment, but sheâs quick to force the wheels to move again. âBesides, what they donât know wonât hurt them.â
You give her a look. âThatâs like, the worst advice youâve ever given me.â
She chuckles, âsorry Iâm not well versed in the art of therapy for fake dating. Iâll make sure to switch my degree to better accommodate you.â
âThat would actually be great, thank you.â
She takes in a breath, her hand reaching for yours. âJustâŠdonât think of it as lying. Think about it like two friends helping each other out.â
âHeâs not my friend.â You scoff, but the words donât hold any bite behind them. Not like they used to, at least.
Yunjin grins knowingly. âYeah, he is.â
You donât bother correcting her again.
Brunch is at noon at that diner off of fifth. The same one youâd gone to when this entire mess started. The same one youâd started falling in love with Sunghoon at. Itâs 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 donât talk to Sunghoon. Your life feels like itâs 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 thereâs enough space between your leg and his to fill out the Grand Canyon. It shouldnât bother you, but it does.
Sunghoon holds Chaewon's hand under the table, and their shoulders brush every time they move. Itâs irritating and annoying and you strangely enough couldnât care less about it. That sense of jealousy youâd 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 youâd liked about Sunghoon. Heâs kind. Smart. Dedicated. Absolutely fucking gorgeous.
But heâs notâŠ
âHonestly,â Jake says between spoonfuls of biscuits and gravy, âwhen Yunjin told us you guys were seeing each other, I thought she was lying. I mean, you guys couldnât even be in the same room without having some kind of argument.â
You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear nervously, âyeah. I was pretty surprised too.â
You donât miss the way Heeseung cracks a smile at that. âIt was kind of sudden, but I'm glad it happened.â He says easily, âmeans I finally get to stop pretending I canât stand her.â
You can tell he hadnât 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. âPretending?â He asks cautiously, like heâs testing the words on his tongue.
But you donât care about Sunghoon. All you can think about is what Heeseung said. I finally get to stop pretending I canât stand her. Is he being honest? Or is this all just a part of your act? You hate that you canât tell.
âUh,â he laughs nervously, bringing a hand up to scratch at the back of his neck. âWhen 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 justâŠthere. She used to do this thing in kindergarten where sheâd wait for everyone else to fall asleep during naptime before she did because she didnât want anyone to have to sit there alone, and I remember thinking she mustâve been sent by some kind of angel.â He laughs then, a genuine one. The kind that lights up his entire face.
You hadnât even remembered you did that, but itâs 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.Â
âI think it was in third grade when I figured the best way to get her attention was to piss her off,â he continues. âI donât 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 Iâd rather have her hate me than not have her in my life at all.â
The table is silent aside from the people talking around you. Theyâre all having normal conversations while you're going through the biggest existential crisis of your life. You understand that this is supposed to be fakeâbut that didnât feel like something he made up on the spot. It felt like he was finally coming clean about something thatâd been sitting on his chest for years. And if thatâs true, where does that leave you?
âHeeseungâŠâ You attempt, eyes searching the side of his face. When he turns to you, he looks more sincere than youâve 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 youâre exactly where you were always supposed to be.
âSorry,â he laughs, turning back to the group. âThat was kind of sappy.â
âNah, man, that was beautiful.â Jake murmurs, bringing a hand up to his chest. âIâm happy for you guys, seriously.â
âYeah,â Sunghoon nods, âyou guys are good for each other.â He looks resigned. Like heâs accepting defeat. It makes something click in your brain.
For the first time in your life, you think youâre starting to see Heeseung exactly for who he is.
You donât 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 youâre feeling might complicate things, but he basically just confessed that he remembered things you did in kindergarten. You donât remember that kind of stuff unless it means something, right?
âIâll walk you back to your dorm?â He murmurs next to you, and you nod.
âIâd like that.â
Thereâs tension in the air as you walk, one that youâre practically dying to address. But Heeseung doesnât look like he did in the diner. He looks conflicted, scaredâhe keeps his eyes ahead and his hands shoved into his pockets. Nothing like the bright boy youâd been sitting next to barely an hour ago.
âAre you okay?â You ask, voice soft.
He doesnât even glance at you. âIâm fine.â
âThen why do you look like a kicked puppy?â 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 heâs stopped.
âWhatâs going on, Heeseung?â You attempt again, reaching for his hand. He pulls it back so sharply you nearly flinch.
âI thinkâŠI think we need to stop.â He says finally.
Your heart drops. âWhat? Why? Did IâDid I do something to make you uncomfortable?"
âNo, no, itâs notââ He runs a shaky hand through his hair, âfuck, itâs not you.â
You raise a brow. Heâs not making any sense. He wants to stop now? After what he said in the diner? âThen what is it?â You snap.
He shakes his head like the words are too painful to speak. âYou like Sunghoon, [Y/N], and heâs going to break up with Chaewon soon. I got the pictures I needed for the competition. Thereâs no reason to drag this on any longer than we already have.â
His words shouldnât feel like a breakup, but they do. God, they do. They feel like heâs pulling away from you after youâve finally come to terms with what you feel for him. âWhat about what you said in the diner?â You ask finally, voice breaking. âI canât just act like that didnât happen, Heeseung. Not when Iâm finallyâIâm finallyâŠâ 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. âThat didnât mean anything, [Y/N].â he says lowly, like breaking your heart is something he does daily. Maybe it was and you just never noticed before. âIt was just helping the act. Keeping up the lie. Thatâs all.â
Tears come to your waterline, the back of your throat beginning to ache from the force of it. âYou donât mean that.â
âI do,â he says firmly, but you can see the way his eyes are beginning to turn glassy. âI really do.â
He turns on his heel then, leaving you alone on the sidewalk and turning his back onto whatever fucked up thing it is youâve built together.Â
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. Weâre 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 havenât talked to Heeseung in three weeks. He transferred out of your shared classâsomething you didnât even know was possible this late into the semesterâand stopped showing up to any group hangouts. Not that you care, obviously.Â
The both of you said your breakup was mutual. That the stress of school and work just didnât make a relationship possible, but there werenât 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 goodâit 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 donât feel that same spark low in your belly. When he makes a joke, you donât laugh until you swear youâre going to run out of oxygen. He doesnât look at you like you mean something to him.
Yunjin's not dumb, she knows something's wrong. Just a few months ago you wouldâve been ecstatic at the idea of going on dates with Sunghoon, so why do you seem like you couldnât care less about him now?
âAre you okay?â She asks, voice filled with concern. âYouâve beenâŠdistant.â
âIâm fine,â you answer a bit too quickly. âWhy wouldnât I be?â
âI don't know, why donât you tell me?â
You blink, turning to look at her in your mirror. Youâre 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 didnât even get to see them, which is more annoying than anything else.
âI donât know what youâre talking about, Yunjin.â 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. âFine. You donât have to tell me but, if itâs because of Heeseungââ
âItâs not.â
ââIf itâs because of Heeseung, then Iâd understand.â
You freeze, eyes snapping to hers. You never told her about the last conversation youâd had with Heeseung, because you figured there wasnât really any point. Heâd âbroken upâ with you, and that was that. It doesn't mean anything else.
You want Sunghoon. You know you do. Itâs the entire reason you and Heeseung came up with that stupid plan in the first place. You arenât going to throw away a good guy because youâd gotten confused.
âItâs not,â you lie again, âIâm just stressed with finals and stuff. Thatâs all.â
Yunjin obviously doesnât believe you. You donât blame her, of course. Youâve always been an awful liar.
She doesnât say anything for a moment, and youâre already dreading what sheâs going to say. Every time Yunjin goes silent, it always means sheâs going to say something that you probably donât want to hear.Â
âYou know,â she starts, voice soft and low, âIâve never seen you look at anyone the way you looked at him.â
You freeze, a shiver rushing down your spine like ice cold water. âWhat?â
âI just meanââ She backtracks for a moment before deciding to just say it, âyou never look at Sunghoon the way you looked at Heeseung. You lookedâŠhappy with him. Like, actually happy. Not just because you thought you were supposed to be, but because you actually felt it.â
You go silent at that. You were happy. Even if you hadnât wanted to admit itâeven if you were fighting it for whatever reason. âIâm happy with Sunghoon.â You say with finality, but you both hear how your voice shakes.
âIf you say so,â she sighs, turning back and sitting at her desk. âWhatâre you guys doing tonight?â
Youâre grateful for the change in topic. âHeâs taking me to dinner,â you shrug, clipping on your earrings. âSomewhere fancy, I guess.â
She hums. âDo you think heâs going to kiss you tonight?â
God, I really, really hope not.
âI hope so,â you answer instead. Maybe kissing Sunghoon will be exactly what you need to get your mind off of him. âI think Iâve waited long enough.â You laugh, but itâs weak. Dishonest.
Yunjin frowns at the sound of it, but she doesnât push. âYeah,â she mumbles, âme too.â
Sunghoon arrives at five on the dot. Just like he said he would. You shouldâve 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 donât.Â
âYou look beautiful,â Sunghoon says. Heâs 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.
âThank you,â you respond, hoping he doesnât see how fake your smile is. âYou clean up pretty nicely as well.â
âI try,â he jokes, outstretching his arm for you. You take it easily, but it doesnât feel right in your palm. Itâs sturdy, easy. But, it doesnât 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 itâs good. Itâs so, so good. Itâs exactly what youâve always wanted.
But when you close your eyes, itâs not Sunghoon you see.
Itâs dirty blonde hair covered by some ratty baseball cap. Itâs that fucking teasing smile that you used to hate seeing. Itâs watching him grow up and having him remember things about you that youâd completely forgotten about.
Itâs him. Heeseung.
Sunghoon leads you to your front door nervously, his eyes searching yours like heâs trying to get some kind of read on you. You wonder if he can see that your heart isnât hereâthat it never was.
âI had a good time tonight,â he says, lips curling up into a soft smile. âI hope it was the same for you.â
âIâŠâ 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 itâs wrong. Itâs so, so wrong.
âSunghoon,â you start, eyes filling with tears. âIâm so fucking sorry.â
Heâs silent for a split second, like heâs trying to process your words. âWhy?â He asks, âDid something happen? Did IâDid I do something?â
God, you wish he had. That would make this entire thing so much easier.Â
âNo,â you laugh wetly, âItâs not you. Itâsâitâs me.â You know itâs cliche, but it's true. Because while you shouldâve been enjoying him tonight, all you could think about was Heeseung. About the way heâd 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. âWhat?â
âYouâre perfect, Sunghoon.â you start, the words flowing out of you like youâre finally admitting them to yourself. âAnd for a long time, you were everything I ever wanted. You went to the cafe with me. You invited me to your games. I thoughtâI thought that Iâd finally found the person I was meant to be with.â
âIâI donât understand,â he murmurs, âIs that not how you feel anymore?â
Your heart constricts as you shake your head. âI wanted to. I really, really tried to remind myself of how I felt for you before. ButâŠâ
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. âBut Iâm not him.â
You canât help the sob that rips from your throat. âIâm so sorry, Sunghoon.â
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 doesnât. 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 watchâ6:50 pm. Ten minutes before the contest starts.
âCome on,â he says, already jogging to the driver's seat.
Youâre frozen, watching him with wide eyes. Did he not hear what you just said? âSunghoonââ
He gives you a look so sharp it nearly steals the breath from your lungs. âWeâve got ten minutes to make it to that contest, and unfortunately, Iâm not very big on breaking traffic laws. So, hurry up and get in!â
You gawk at him, a smile curling onto your lips, but you run into his car, nevertheless.
He was right, heâs not big on breaking traffic laws. But you see heâs going five over the speed limit compared to his usual three, and that feels like it counts for something. Even though youâd been leading him on for the past three weeks, heâs still trying to make sure youâre happy. Heâs still looking out for you.Â
âThank you,â you sniffle. And you truly mean it.
His gaze stays glued to the road. "Don't mention it.â
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 donât look back as you run inside.
Youâre 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 youâre sure cost more than your entire tuition. These must be the donors.
The hall is filled with pictures, some simpleâsome 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.
âPlease make your way to the dining hall as the photography committee prepares to announce the winner of this year's $100,000 grant!â A voice rings from the intercom, and you blindly follow the crowd into the large room parallel to the hall.
Itâs filled with tables, and thereâs a stage right at the front of the room with a podium and a giant projector. Thereâs nothing on it yet, but youâre assuming thatâs where theyâll 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 itâll 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 heâs even here. He has to be here, you think. This is everything to him.
But every time someone new walks in, itâs 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 heâd dropped out of the contest, but that still wouldnât 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. Sheâs 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 heâd ever had.Â
âThank you all for coming tonight,â she starts, voice light. âWe 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!âÂ
The crowd laughs at that, but you can tell itâs just them being polite. âBut, unfortunately, we canât 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 Iâve ever had the pleasure of working with. Heâs not naturally talented, no, but heâs dedicated. He takes risks. He tries new things and doesnât shy away when they donât work.â
The projector begins to come to life. âAs 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.â
The first photo flashes against the screenâand your breath catches in your throat. It's you. But itâs not the ones from the park, no, itâs you in class. Your pencil is in between your lips; brows scrunched together the way they always are when you get frustrated. Youâre not wearing any makeupâhell, 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 thereâs some from before tooâwhen the only times you ever thought about Heeseung were when you were thinking about how much you canât stand him. Those ones are mostly you in class, all of them shot from the same angle. Thereâs a few of you from group hangouts, and you wonder how you never noticed him taking them. Maybe itâs because youâre just so used to seeing him with his camera that you stopped noticing it entirely.
Itâs the last photo that really gets you though. Itâs from the park, youâre sitting in the grass, head tilted to the side, lips curling up into a soft smile. Youâre looking into the cameraâor, behind it actuallyâdirectly at Heeseung, and the look in your eyes is enough to knock the breath from your lungs.
You look like youâre in love.
âThis year's winnerâthough I doubt anyone's surprisedâIs Lee Heeseung!â
You barely register her words, because all you can see is Heeseung walking up onto the stage. So thatâs where he was, you think.
Heâs wearing a suit, though it doesnât 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 itâs not the one youâre used to seeing. It doesnât quite reach his eyes, doesnât 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.
âWow,â he starts, voice shaking slightly. âThis isâŠan honor. Really. I didnât go into this contest thinking I would win. In fact, I wasnât going to enter at all. Not until I realized Iâd already accidentally found my muse.â He laughs then, but itâs short. âI 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.â
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 wouldnât blame him if he did.
But he smiles. Really smiles. âNone of this wouldâve been possible without her.â He continues now, voice more confident. âThese photos wouldâve 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, Iâm dedicating this grant to her. To my muse.â His eyes find yours again. âMy [Y/N].â
You donât 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 heâs hoping heâll 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 heâs scared of getting too close.
âHi,â he breathes, stopping a few feet in front of you.
âHi,â you say back.
The air is softer than it had been the last time youâd seen him. Then, it was harsh. Like smoke filling into your lungs. Now, it feels like a breath of fresh air.
Youâre both silent for a moment, like youâre unsure of what to say to each other.
âI broke it off with Sunghoon,â you say eventually, eyes falling to the floor.Â
He blinks. âYou did?â
âI did.â
âOkay.â
More silence.
âYou took pictures of me,â you observe.
âI did.â
âWhy?â
He laughs, a full hearty sound, like heâs caught off guard by the question. You donât know why he would be. You think itâs a perfectly fair thing to ask.
He shrugs, âI felt inspired by you.â
You raise a brow at that. âInspired? By whatâme chewing my pencil like a child?â
He grins, shoving his hands into his pockets. âNo. I was inspired by how I felt when I looked at you.â
That makes you pause. âWhat?â
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 heâs been holding back.
âIâve been in love with you since we were six years old,â he starts. âEver since I watched you stay up the entire nap time because Jungwon couldnât 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.â
You canât help the way your eyes go glassy, heart thumping a million miles an hour in your chest. âHeeseungâŠâ
He doesnât let you finish. âBut I was shyâwell, scared is more like itâI was scared that you werenât going to want to be my friend and I would never be able to be around you.â
âWhy would you think that?âÂ
He shrugs, âwhy does a third grader think anything?â
You donât have a reply for that.
He sighs before continuing. âAfter that it justâŠbecame 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.â He swallows, tongue darting out to wet his lips. âBut then we got to university and you met Sunghoon and I felt you slipping away from me, and I didnât know what to do with that. I thought that maybeâŠmaybe it was time for me to let you go.â
Your heart cracks at the strain in his voice, like heâs recalling a bad memory.
âSo, Iâm sure you can imagine my surprise when Jake came home and started asking me a million questions about our apparent relationship.âÂ
âOh, God,â you laugh, shaking your head at the memory. At the time, itâd genuinely felt like the end of the world. Now, you really canât imagine where your life would be without Yunjin's lie.
For starters, he probably wouldâve never told you this, and you wouldâve gone your entire life chopping up your relationship to nothing but a high school rivalry that didnât have any deeper meaning. You wouldâve never found out he felt this wayâor that you feel the way you do.
âIt was good,â he starts again, âpretending. Even though it wasnât really pretending for me. And then we went to that diner and I justâŠI got scared. I didnât want to hold you back from what you really wanted. I thought, sheâs hated me for years, at least now sheâll have an actual reason. And I wanted to be okay with that. I really did.â He takes a step closer. âBut now youâre here. And I think I know why, but Iâm getting tired of assuming things, princess. So, I think youâll have to tell me.â
You suck in a shaky breath, your own hands fiddling with the hem of your dress nervously. âIâŠtried. 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.âÂ
You roll your eyes, âBut then you happened.â You say it like itâs an insult, but you both know itâs not. âAnd every time I was with him all I could think was how his car didnât have that mysterious dent in the front. How he didnât let me play pop music and pretend he wasnât singing along when we both knew he was. How he didn't make me feel like I actually meant something to him.âÂ
Your eyes find his for the first time since he approached you tonight. âAll I could think about was how he wasnât you.â
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. Heâs silent for so long you nearly think you overstepped.
But then heâs taking a step towards you and cradling your jaw with his hand. You donât move away.
âIâm going to kiss you now, okay?â He says, and the familiarity of his words brings a smile to your face.
âOkay. I trust you.â
And then his lips are on yours.
This kiss is different from the first one. Itâs not hungry, not a performance for anyone else. This kiss is solely for you, for the love youâve 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 doesnât use tongue, but you donât 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.
âIâve wanted to do that for so long,â he murmurs.
You giggle, bringing your own arms up to wrap around his neck. âHave you?â
âYeah,â he responds, âalong withâŠother things.â
You raise a brow at that, âyeah? Like what?â
Thatâs exactly how you end up back at his apartment, his lips moving against yours like heâs trying to memorize your body with them. Jake and Sunghoon are out thankfully, which means youâve got the entire apartment to yourself.Â
Heeseung leads you blindly to his room, never once turning away from you or attempting to look where heâs going. You laugh as he trips over the carpet, but he swallows it with his mouth on yours.
âYouâre so beautiful,â he says against you. You donât even notice youâve made it into your bedroom before your legs hit the mattress and suddenly, heâs pulling you down onto it. âBeen waiting so long to have you like this.â
âYeah?â You manage to say, your voice airy. âShow me, then.â
He pulls back for a moment, eyes looking directly into yours, and then heâs 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.Â
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 spotânot 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.
âHee,â you practically whine, âplease.â
He grins, and then he pulls the strap down ever so slowly. You know heâs 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.
âYouâre so beautiful, princess,â he murmurs. The sincerity in his voice makes your cheeks hot. âSo fucking perfect.â
Your lips part to respond, but he leans down and kisses you again. This kiss is different from all the others. Itâs messy and deep and pulls noises out of you that you werenât 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.Â
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. âDonât hide from me,â 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.Â
âPlease,â you whimper, âplease touch me.â
He grins, âyeah? Want my mouth on you, baby?â
You nod, hips rolling against nothing. âYes, fuck, please.â
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. âYou taste so good,â he murmurs against you, âlike heaven.â
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 donât 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.
âFuck,â you moan when he brings his tongue down to your hole, collecting the arousal there like it's his own personal ambrosia.
âAll this is for me, right?â He questions, trailing a hand down and rubbing his thumb against your clit. The feeling has your head spinning. âNot for Sunghoon, all for me, isnât that right, princess?â
You nod feverishly, his possessiveness nearly enough to make you finish right there and then. âYours! âS all yours.â
He smirks, âthatâs a good girl.âÂ
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 youâre going to start seeing stars.
âHeeâHeeseung,â you cry, âfuck!â
He hums but doesnât 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 youâre done for.
âIâm closeâfuck,â
He doesnât work you harder, just keeps going at the pace so he can drag out your orgasm for as long as possible. âCome on, baby, cum for me. Show me just how bad you want it.â
Thatâs 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 youâve finished, but he doesnât. If anything, he goes harder. The overstimulation begins to border on the edge of too much, and your hips buck up without your permission.
âFuck, too much, I cantââ
He doesnât let up. âYeah, you can. Come on, wanna see you fall apart for me all over again.â
It doesnât 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. Heâs absolutely beautiful, like a painting youâd find at some stupidly expensive art show.
âYouâre beautiful,â you murmur.
Now itâs 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 heâs 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 isnât 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 doesnât 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.Â
âYou feel so fucking good,â he gasps, âso perfect. Always knew you would.â
He buries his face into your neck, his hips snapping against yours like his life depends on it.Â
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. âFuck, fuck, Iâmââ He finishes inside you without another word, painting your insides with his cum.Â
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 doesnât 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, heâs 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.
âHeeseung?â You mumble.
âHm?â
You blink, a smile curling onto your lips. âI love you.â
He doesnât even hesitate. âI love you, too.â
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.
bsf!jungwon Ă fem!reader.â â â â ââŽïžËïœĄââ â â you're jungwon's favorite headacheâa fact that he can't bring himself to admit, and you can't bring your dense self to realize.
MASTERLIST. âââCONTAINSââ€âSMAU. college!au. to be loved is to be known type shi. ACTS-OF-SERVICE!WON!!!!! he's a lil dry and nonchalant but still pathetic and down BADDDD. reader's a bit oblivious and dumb. slowburn. fluff. angst. two idiots in love. profanity. miscommunication. comedy, maybe. petnames (princess, baby, etc.) ignore timestamps & typos.ââźâcameos from enhypen's ni-ki, riize's anton, &team's maki, illit, and other idols.
FROM YAN đ°ââ€âfor a bit more context, the mission: wony/n gc has been made the morning after jungwon wake up drunk so right around chapter O8 because riki finally FINALLY got jungwon's confession đ i cba to add it in slides because there's so much story to fit and i want to keep the chapters as low as possible LOL
pairing: brothers best friend!heeseung x jakeâs little sister!reader
synopsis: y/n is jakeâs little sister, who seems to be interested in her brothers best friend, heeseung.Â
cw: cursing
001 | 002 | 003 | 004 (here) | 005
âąa/n: my wired earphones just stopped working đđđ im acc mourning it was the best thing ive ever had⊠anyways i also have a sunoo smau in mind lowkeyđđđ (doing anything but posting smile smhâŠ)
â đđđđđđđđ â in which y/n accidentally catches the attention of notorious playboy park sunghoon. unfortunately for him, shooting his shot proves nearly impossible when y/n absolutely despises players.
nai notes đȘœ: sooo how we feeling im finally managing my school better so more chapters to look forward too!! lmk how you all feel abt this tell me if itâs too much or little ANYTHING!!
SHES JUST NOT INTO YOU           » s.jaeyunÂ
SYNOPSIS your new life was meant to be fun, new city, new job, new friends. But when the universe somehow places you in the same living quarters as your old crush Sim Jaeyun, things get a lot more complicated. You just want to move on acting like you never even knew him, but heâs determined to prove otherwise. While he knows for a fact you still like him, everyone else canât help but think youâre just not into him.
LOG ;  â SHES JUST NOT INTO YOU â  âââ sim jaeyun & fem!rea â.á summer romance / coming of age / smau + written âż contains ! lifeguard enhypen ê«Â  Ot7ââââ Ë nainaiâs library !!
ïčđđïč NOTES ; alriiiiight another long ass chapter LMAO. tbhhh this is rlly near the end. thereâll be a written part and then 1 or 2 parts idk yet but im definitely trying to post all that this week to conclude this one đ hope yall will like it tysm for the continuous support honestly đ means a lot to me
â being a loyalty tester for random men is only helpful when you're texting the right person ;p or in which after being single for years Jake finally sees ray of hope when he receives text from an unknown number.
â. Ì â such a funny way | 006: lowkey maternal
synopsis: desperate to move on after a harsh break up, you move into a new apartment on the other side of the city. the only issue? youâll have three male roommates. the other even bigger issue? youâre falling for the one who canât seem to stand you.
warnings: (one sided) enemies to lovers, based off new girl, heeseung is nonchalant and sometimes mean for no reason, bad attempts at comedy im sorry, opposites attract, past trauma, yeonjun, soobin (txt), yunjin (le sserafim), jake, sunghoon, sunoo, and jungwon (enhypen)
playlist: green light - lorde // actually romantic - taylor swift // house tour - sabrina carpenter // needy - ariana grande
SHES JUST NOT INTO YOU           » s.jaeyunÂ
SYNOPSIS your new life was meant to be fun, new city, new job, new friends. But when the universe somehow places you in the same living quarters as your old crush Sim Jaeyun, things get a lot more complicated. You just want to move on acting like you never even knew him, but heâs determined to prove otherwise. While he knows for a fact you still like him, everyone else canât help but think youâre just not into him.
LOG ;  â SHES JUST NOT INTO YOU â  âââ sim jaeyun & fem!rea â.á summer romance / coming of age / smau + written âż contains ! lifeguard enhypen ê«Â  Ot7ââââ Ë nainaiâs library !!
Uh. So. I was thinkinggggggg. IMAGINE IF THERE'S A TEXT FF SMAU I THINK? WHAT IF THERE'S ONE OF NEXT DOOR NEIGHBORHOOD JUNGWON? WOULD BE SOOOOOO GOOODDD. OOOOOOOOđđđđđđđđđđđ YOU WANNA WRITE IT SOOO BADDDDD đđđđđđđđđđđđđđ