synopsis: in which your new roommate is stupidly hot, fucks a different girl almost every other night, and the walls between your rooms are painfully thin. now you’re stuck listening to heeseung ruin someone else while slowly losing your mind… and your sanity.
genre/cw: roommate au, fuckboy!heeseung, heavy sexual tension, slow burn, smut, angst, mutual masturbation, voyeurism (accidental), dirty talk, possessiveness, jealousy, multiple smut scenes, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, marking, slight corruption kink, heeseung is a massive tease, reader is sexually frustrated, strong language, minors dni.
a/n: hii loves <3 this fic took over my brain in the best way possible. the tension was too good to keep it short so here we are. thank you for waiting and i really hope you enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it. likes, comments, and reblogs are highly appreciated ♡
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The apartment smelled like stale beer, cheap cologne, and regret.
It clung to the walls.
To the couch.
To the cracked kitchen counter littered with empty cans and takeout boxes that had been sitting there long enough to become part of the furniture.
You stood in the doorway of your bedroom with your arms wrapped tightly around yourself, fingers digging into your sleeves while your roommate stumbled through the apartment like a ghost haunting his own bad decisions.
“Fuck,” Minho muttered, kicking an empty soju bottle across the floor.
It slammed against the wall with a sharp clatter that made you flinch. “Where’s my phone…”
It was 2:47 a.m.
Again.
He laughed at absolutely nothing, swaying slightly as he checked under couch cushions and inside cabinets as if his phone had magically teleported into the kitchen sink.
You closed your eyes for a second.
Four nights in a row.
Four nights of drunken strangers crowding the living room.
Four nights of loud music vibrating through the walls.
Four nights of Minho getting too close when he talked to you, his breath heavy with alcohol while he leaned against your bedroom doorframe saying things that made your stomach twist.
You’d started locking your door every night.
Started sleeping with headphones in.
Started memorizing the quickest route from your room to the apartment exit just in case. And maybe that sounded dramatic, but fear had a way of making everything feel sharp around the edges.
You couldn’t do this anymore.
The next morning, you called Jake while speed-walking to work, coffee sloshing dangerously in your cup.
“Dude,” you said before he could even say hello, “I need a new place. Like immediately.”
Jake snorted. “Good morning to you too.”
“I’m serious. My roommate is a drunk disaster and I genuinely think I’m one bad night away from becoming a true crime documentary.”
That got his attention.
“What happened?”
“Nothing happened,” you said quickly. “That’s the problem. I keep waiting for something to happen.”
There was a brief silence on the other end.
Then-
“Actually…” Jake dragged the word out thoughtfully. “I think I know someone.” You nearly cried from relief right there on the sidewalk.
“My friend Heeseung’s roommate moved out recently. Moved in with his girlfriend or something. He’s looking for someone to take the spare room.”
“Is it affordable?”
“Shockingly.”
“Is it clean?”
“Very.”
“Does he murder people?”
Jake laughed. “Not that I know of.”
“Perfect. Send me the address.”
“Wait,” Jake said quickly, “there’s something you should probably know first—”
“Jake, I love you,” you interrupted. “You’re a lifesaver.” And then you hung up before he could finish.
The apartment building was only twelve minutes away from your office.
Twelve.
You almost wanted to kiss the sidewalk.
The building itself was modern and quiet-looking, all clean windows and soft lighting in the lobby. The kind of place where people probably recycled properly and didn’t blast EDM at three in the morning.
Already an upgrade.
You stood outside apartment 407, suddenly aware of your heartbeat.
Then you rang the bell.
A few seconds later, the door opened. And your brain stopped functioning entirely.
Oh.
Oh no.
Jake had failed to mention that his friend looked like that. Tall enough that you had to tilt your head slightly upward. Broad shoulders filling out a black t-shirt that looked soft enough to ruin lives. Dark hair falling messily over his forehead like he’d pushed his fingers through it one too many times.
Sharp eyes.
Really sharp eyes. The kind that lingered.
“You’re Jake’s friend?”
His voice was low and rough around the edges, like he’d just woken up.
You swallowed.
“Y-yeah.”
Smooth. Very smooth.
“I’m here about the room.”
For a second, he simply looked at you. Not in a rude way.
Just… quietly observant. Then he stepped aside.
“Come in.”
The apartment was nicer than you expected.
Warm lighting.
Clean counters.
A gray couch facing a large TV.
Plants near the windows that somehow looked alive, which meant someone here was capable of responsibility. Probably not you.
“Kitchen’s yours whenever,” Heeseung said as you walked further inside. “Bathroom cabinet’s split down the middle. And the room’s this way.”
You followed him down the hallway, hyperaware of how close he was.
The room itself wasn’t huge, but it was perfect, Enough space for your bed and desk.
A decent closet. Big window. Natural light.
Heeseung leaned against the doorframe while you looked around.
“It’s not anything fancy,” he said. “But it’s decent.”
You turned toward him immediately. “I’ll take it.”
One eyebrow lifted slightly. “You don’t want to think about it first?”
“Nope.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
His mouth twitched like he was trying not to smile.
“Alright then.”
You signed the papers that same evening.
Heeseung explained the basics while you filled things out at the kitchen counter.
Rent due at the beginning of the month.
No smoking inside.
Take your shoes off near the entrance because apparently the downstairs neighbor complained about footsteps once and never emotionally recovered from it.
Simple. Easy. Normal.
Before you left, Heeseung glanced at his phone and sighed quietly.
“I won’t be home tomorrow,” he said. “Work thing. So you can move in without me getting in the way.”
“That’s actually perfect.” He nodded once. Then his gaze flicked toward you again briefly, unreadable.
“See you tomorrow.”
—
Moving day felt like breathing properly for the first time in months. You unpacked everything slowly, taking your time decorating your room exactly how you wanted. String lights. Soft blankets. Your favorite books stacked neatly beside the bed.
By evening, your room finally looked like yours.
After a long shower, you changed into oversized sleep clothes and nearly melted into relief when you crawled into bed.
No yelling. No music. No drunk strangers.
You were halfway to your bedroom door after grabbing water from the kitchen when the front door suddenly opened.
You froze.
Heeseung walked inside.
But he wasn’t alone.
A girl was wrapped around him before the door had even fully shut, kissing him like she’d been starving for it. Her hands tangled in his hair while his gripped her waist hard enough to pull a gasp from her mouth.
“Oh my god,” she breathed against his lips. Heeseung laughed softly — low and dangerous.
Your face immediately burned. You should leave.
Instead, your feet stayed rooted to the floor for two horrifying seconds while Heeseung backed her against the wall and kissed her again, slower this time.
His hand disappeared under her shirt. She made a sound that went straight through you.
Then his eyes lifted.
And met yours.
Everything stopped.
For half a second, neither of you moved.
The girl was still clinging to him, too distracted to notice. You felt heat crawl violently up your neck.
“Sorry,” you blurted out.
You practically fled down the hallway and locked yourself in your bedroom like your life depended on it.
What the actual fuck. What the fuck was that?
Maybe he didn’t even see you properly. Maybe—
A muffled moan echoed through the wall. Your eyes widened. Oh, you had to be kidding.
You threw yourself into bed and pulled a pillow over your head.
It did absolutely nothing. Every sound slipped through them effortlessly. The couch creaking rhythmically. Soft gasps. His voice — lower now, rough enough that it curled strangely in your stomach.
“Yeah?” you heard faintly. “That feel good?” You nearly died on the spot.
You shoved your earbuds in so aggressively one almost fell out.
You tried to sleep.
You really did.
But the walls were thin.
Extremely thin that You could hear everything. Her breathy moans.
His deep, husky groans.
The wet sounds.
This could not be your life.
And yet somehow, despite your embarrassment and horror and genuine desire to evaporate into dust—Your heart wouldn’t calm down.
—
The next morning, sunlight spilled across the kitchen while you stood half-awake beside the coffee machine. You were still mentally recovering from the previous night when the hallway door opened.
A gorgeous girl walked out.
Behind her came Heeseung.
Shirtless.
Fresh from the shower.
Your brain short-circuited for the second time in less than twenty-four hours. Water still clung to his skin. His dark hair was damp, pushed loosely away from his forehead, and gray sweatpants hung dangerously low on his hips.
You stared at your coffee like it had personally betrayed you.
“Text me later,” the girl said with a grin. Heeseung leaned down and kissed her lazily.
“Drive safe.” Then the door shut behind her.
Silence settled.
And slowly—Heeseung turned toward you.
There it was again. That stupidly attractive half-smile.
“Morning.”
“Morning,” you squeaked..
He walked toward the fridge completely unbothered by the fact that he looked like a problem specifically designed to ruin your peace.
“How was moving in yesterday?” he asked casually while grabbing a water bottle. “Sorry I couldn’t help.”
“It’s okay. I managed.”
“Good.” He twisted the bottle cap open, taking a long drink before glancing at you again.
“I hope I didn’t disturb you last night.”
You nearly inhaled your own tongue.
“I didn’t hear anything.” A pause. Then one corner of his mouth lifted slowly.
Like he knew you were lying.
“Right.” Heat flooded your face instantly.
Heeseung leaned against the counter across from you, arms crossing over his chest. “We should probably set some roommate rules.”
You nodded quickly.
He started listing them casually.
Laundry schedule. Cleaning rotation. No surprise guests for longer than a week.
Then you cleared your throat awkwardly.
“I’d also appreciate,” you said carefully, “if there weren’t drunk people screaming in the apartment at three a.m.”
His expression softened slightly.
“Fair enough.” You relaxed a little.
Then he added casually: “I do bring girls over pretty often, though.” Your spoon stopped moving.
“The walls are thin,” he continued, voice smooth. “So you might wanna invest in better headphones.”
The way he said it felt intentional.
Teasing.
Dangerously close to flirting.
You looked up despite yourself.
Big mistake.
Heeseung was already watching you.
Completely focused. Like he was waiting to see how you’d react.
“I’ll survive,” you said.
His smile deepened slowly.
“We’ll see.” The words followed you like a promise.
—
The apartment was quiet for most of the evening since you returned from work. You tried not to think about him while unpacking the last few boxes scattered around your room. Tried not to think about the way his wet hair had curled slightly at the ends this morning. It irritated you. Mostly because your body seemed determined to betray you every single time he walked into a room.
By midnight, you were buried under your blankets scrolling mindlessly through your phone, half-asleep already.
Then you heard the front door open.
Your stomach dropped instantly.
A girl laughed softly from the hallway. Heeseung said something too low for you to hear, followed by another laugh — quieter this time, more breathless.
Then came the sound of kissing. Your thumb froze against your screen. It was impossible not to hear.
The kind of kissing that sounded like they’d barely made it through the front door before losing patience completely. You squeezed your eyes shut. Ignore it.....Just ignore it.
A soft thud hit the wall outside your room, followed by a muffled gasp. “Fuck,” the girl whispered breathlessly.
Your heartbeat stumbled. You could practically picture it without meaning to — Heeseung pressing her against the hallway wall, one large hand on her waist while she tangled herself around him. His head tilted down. His mouth moving slow and filthy against hers.
“Someone’s impatient tonight,” he murmured. His voice traveled through the thin walls far too clearly. Heat pooled embarrassingly low in your stomach.
You threw your blanket over your head like that would somehow help.
It didn’t.
Their footsteps moved toward the living room. Then the couch creaked loudly. You stared at the ceiling in horror.
No way.
Not again.
A breathy moan slipped through the wall. Another...
Then his voice again, softer now — the kind of tone that made your skin prickle. Your entire body went rigid.
You should put your headphones in.
You should turn on music.
You should literally do anything except lie there listening.
Instead, you stayed perfectly still beneath your blankets, pulse racing harder with every sound that drifted down the hallway. The couch shifted rhythmically. The girl let out another broken moan. Every noise felt vivid enough to crawl beneath your skin.
And the worst part? Your body reacted before your brain could stop it. Heat spread slowly between your thighs. You pressed them together immediately, horrified.
No....
You were not getting turned on by your roommate having sex ten feet away from you.
Another sharp gasp echoed through the wall.
God.
The walls really were thin.
You buried your face into your pillow with a frustrated groan, trying desperately not to imagine his hands, his mouth, the way he probably looked hovering over someone with that same dark stare he always gave you. The sounds only continued..
By the time the apartment finally fell silent, your heart was still pounding hard enough to keep you awake for another hour.
—
The second night was somehow worse. Maybe because now you knew exactly what to expect. Or maybe because Heeseung seemed completely aware of the effect he had on people.
Including you.
Which was deeply unfortunate.
You had just stepped out of the shower when you heard the apartment door unlock around midnight. Steam still clung to your skin as you rubbed your towel through your damp hair. You wore nothing but an oversized t-shirt and panties, too tired to bother finding actual sleep shorts yet.
Then laughter drifted into the apartment.
Female.
Oh my god...Again?
You took exactly one step toward your bedroom before the front door swung fully open.
And there he was.
Heeseung walked inside with a girl wrapped around him like she physically couldn’t stand being more than two inches away from him. Long dark hair cascading over her shoulders. Sharp eyeliner. Tiny black dress hugging every curve of her body.
Wait - isn't that minjeong?
Heeseung barely managed to kick the door shut before kissing her. The girl gasped softly as he backed her against the wall, one hand gripping her waist while the other slid down her thigh.
“Missed you,” she whispered against his mouth.
Heeseung laughed quietly. “Yeah?” Then he lifted her leg around his hip effortlessly.
You nearly stopped breathing.
You should leave.
Instead, you stared. Mesmerized in the worst possible way. Heeseung’s head dipped toward her neck slowly, lips brushing her skin while she tilted her head back with a soft moan. Then he guided her toward his bedroom, fingers hooked around her thigh possessively as they disappeared behind the door.
Silence lasted exactly three seconds.
Then—“Oh my god—” And then the real torture began.
Minjeong was loud. Shamelessly loud. The headboard hit the shared wall with a loud bang. Your eyes widened. You had to be cursed.
“Heeseung—”The moan echoed shamelessly through the apartment. You grabbed your pillow aggressively and screamed into it. It did nothing. Nothing could save you from this. The wet slap of skin. His low groans breaking occasionally into quiet curses that made your stomach tighten embarrassingly hard.
And his voice—God, his voice.
You physically felt your thighs press together. Your body betrayed you instantly. Heat spread lower and lower until your entire face burned with humiliation.
You hated this. Hated how easy it was to picture him. The broad shoulders. The messy black hair falling into his eyes. The silver necklace resting against tan skin while he hovered over someone else. Your breathing turned uneven. You shifted beneath your blankets restlessly, squeezing your eyes shut.
Ignore it.
Ignore it.
Ignore—A loud moan cut through the wall.
Without fully meaning to, your hand slipped slowly beneath the blanket. Just for relief. Just enough to stop feeling so painfully aware of your own body. Your fingers brushed between your thighs and you nearly choked. You were soaked.
Heat flooded your face instantly. “Oh my god,” you whispered to yourself.
You imagined those hands touching you instead. Imagined his voice in your ear instead of through the wall. Your fingers moved carefully at first, hesitant and embarrassed, but the sounds coming from his room made it impossible to think properly. The pace of the bed grew faster. Minjeong’s moans turned louder, more broken. Your body followed helplessly. Every sound pushed you closer to the edge.
You bit down hard on your lip to stay quiet, trembling beneath your blankets while pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in your stomach. Your orgasm hit hard enough to make your thighs shake. You buried your face into the pillow immediately to muffle the sound that escaped you, chest heaving while frustration and humiliation crashed together inside your ribs.
Because this was insane.
Actually insane.
You had known this man for less than a week. And somehow he was already ruining you without even touching you...
—
The next morning, you woke up determined to avoid him. Which should have been easy. Except fate clearly hated you. You shuffled into the kitchen quietly, hoping to grab coffee before escaping to work unnoticed. Instead, you nearly walked directly into Heeseung.
Your brain stopped functioning instantly. He stood near the stove shirtless, flipping toast lazily in a pair of gray sweatpants hanging dangerously low on his hips.
The silver Chrome Hearts necklace resting against his chest caught the morning light every time he moved. Your eyes lingered for one fatal second too long. Because his chest was unfair. Broad shoulders. Defined stomach. Tan skin scattered with faint red scratches that disappeared beneath the waistband of his sweatpants. Evidence of last night. Your face immediately heated.
“Morning,” he said casually. Like he hadn’t completely destroyed your sanity through a shared wall six hours ago.
“Morning,” you croaked. He glanced over his shoulder at you while reaching for a mug. And then—His eyes narrowed slightly. A slow smirk appeared.
Oh no.
“You look tired.” You nearly dropped your phone.
“I’m not.”
“Hm.” He sounded unconvinced. Very unconvinced. You moved quickly toward the coffee machine before he could say anything else. Unfortunately, Heeseung seemed to enjoy your suffering. A lot.
“Sleep okay?” he asked lightly.
“Yes.” Lie.
A soft laugh left him. You refused to turn around. The smell of toast drifted through the kitchen while silence stretched between you awkwardly.
Then Heeseung spoke again..
“By the way… you froze last night when I came in with Minjeong. Looked like you saw a ghost.” Your heart skipped.
You hesitated, then muttered, “I… used to know her. We made out once. A few years ago.”
Heeseung choked on his coffee. He set the mug down, staring at you with wide eyes. “You what?”
Your face burned instantly.
“It was years ago,” you muttered quickly. “At a party.” Heeseung was staring at you differently.
Not badly.
Worse. Interested. Something unreadable flickered behind his dark eyes as he set his mug down carefully.
“Wow,” he said softly. Heat crept slowly up your neck.
“You say that like it’s shocking.”
“I mean…” His mouth curved slightly. “Didn’t expect it.” You rolled your eyes immediately.
“What does that even mean?” His eyebrows lifted slowly.
“Wait… so you’re into girls?” You shrugged, trying to act nonchalant even though your face was burning.
“Let's say I’m bisexual. It was three years ago. Not that deep.”
For a moment, Heeseung just looked at you, something unreadable flickering in his dark eyes. Then his lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile.
“Woah… that’s hot. I didn’t know you were like that.” He stepped closer, voice dropping.
“Tell me… what did you two do?” he asked casually.
Your eyes widened.
“Oh my god.”
“What?” he said innocently.
“You’re such a pervert.” He laughed quietly. Deep.
“But now I’m curious.”
“You do realize that’s weird, right?”
“Probably.” He stepped even closer. Close enough that you could smell his body wash again — clean and expensive underneath the faint trace of last night lingering on his skin. The necklace resting against his chest shifted slightly when he leaned against the counter beside you.
“But you look so straight the way you were staring at my abs earlier,” he murmured, thumb brushing your hip.
“Or was that my imagination?” Your breath hitched. You could feel the heat radiating from his body. For a second, neither of you moved. Then you pulled away abruptly.
“I was not.”
“I could never be attracted to someone who changes girls every night,” you mumbled, grabbing your toast and heading for the door.
“You were.” His voice dropped lower.
“Pretty sure your eyes were glued right here.” He tapped lightly just below his ribs.
“That’s literally not true.”
“Hm.” His fingers brushed suddenly against your waist. Barely there. But enough to make your breath catch. The touch felt deliberate. Testing. Your stomach tightened violently. Heeseung noticed immediately. A slow smile spread across his face.
“Interesting.”
“Stop doing that.”
“Doing what?”
“This.” You gestured vaguely between the two of you. “Flirting.” His eyebrows lifted slightly.
“You think I’m flirting with you?” The question made your chest tighten unexpectedly. Because suddenly you weren’t sure. You opened your mouth. Closed it again. And Heeseung smiled like he’d won something.
“You’re cute when you get nervous,” he said softly. Your brain short-circuited. You stepped back so quickly you almost bumped into the counter.
“I could never like someone who changes girls every night,” you blurted out. The words hung awkwardly in the air. For a second, Heeseung just looked at you. Then he laughed. Low and amused. Not offended in the slightest.
“Cute,” he repeated. Your face burned hotter. You grabbed your toast aggressively before escaping the kitchen as fast as your dignity would allow.
The days blurred into a dangerous routine. You threw yourself into work at the advertising agency, designing campaigns late into the evening just to avoid being home when Heeseung returned. But no matter how late you stayed, you always came back to the same apartment. And almost every other night, he brought someone home. a new girl — different hair, different voice, same desperate moans that pierced straight through the thin walls. You started keeping earphones on your nightstand like a weapon, but more often than not, you found yourself abandoning them. Because the ache had become unbearable.
One particularly bad Friday night, after listening to Heeseung fuck a girl so thoroughly that she screamed his name loud enough to wake the neighbors, you couldn’t take it anymore.
You opened a new tab on your phone with trembling fingers and searched for “quiet vibrator.” Thirty minutes later, you were standing outside a 24-hour convenience store near the station, buying the discreet pink bullet vibrator with flushed cheeks and a racing heart.
When you got home, the apartment was finally quiet. Heeseung’s door was closed. You slipped into your room, locked the door, and pulled the small toy out of the packaging.
You felt ridiculous. Pathetic, even. But the frustration had been building for weeks.
You lay back on your bed, pulled your shorts down, and turned the vibrator on the lowest setting. The soft buzz filled the room. The moment it touched your clit, your back arched off the mattress.
“Fuck…” you whispered. You closed your eyes and let the fantasies take over. It was Heeseung’s hands instead of silicone. His long fingers. That necklace dangling above you as he hovered over your body. His low, raspy voice whispering filthy....You turned the speed higher. Your hips rolled against the toy, chasing the pleasure as you remembered every moan you’d heard through the wall — the way he groaned when he was close. Your free hand gripped the sheets as the pressure built fast and overwhelming. When you came, it hit you like a wave — thighs shaking, lips parted in a silent cry, back bowing off the bed.
For a few blissful seconds, the frustration finally eased. But the relief never lasted long.
The next morning, you woke up late.You rushed into the kitchen, still half-asleep, hoping to grab something quick and leave.
Heeseung was already there, as usual.
Shirtless. His hair was damp, and there were fresh scratch marks on his shoulder.
“Morning,” he said casually, pouring himself coffee. His eyes flicked over you slowly. “You look… flushed. Rough night?”
Your heart skipped. “I’m fine.”
He stepped closer, setting his mug down. The scent of his body wash wrapped around you. He reached past you to grab a banana from the counter, deliberately brushing his bare arm against yours.
“You sure?” His voice dropped. “Because I could’ve sworn I heard something interesting last night.”
Your stomach dropped. Heeseung smirked, clearly enjoying your reaction. He didn’t push further, but the knowing look in his eyes stayed with you all day.
From that night on, something shifted. Heeseung started getting louder. Deliberately louder.
One night, you heard him tell the girl he brought home, “Don’t hold back, baby. Let the whole apartment hear how good I’m fucking you.” The headboard slammed harder.
Heeseung’s groans were deeper, rougher, like he wanted you to hear every single sound. You hated how much it affected you. You used the vibrator almost every night now. Each time, the fantasies grew more vivid.
One evening, you came home exhausted from a long day at the agency. Heeseung wasn’t there yet. You took a long shower, then decided to relieve some stress before he came back with another girl. You were lying on your bed, completely naked, legs spread, vibrator pressed firmly against your clit on the highest setting. Your hips bucked desperately as you chased release.
“Heeseung…” you whimpered quietly, lost in the fantasy. “Fuck— please…” The pleasure built fast and intense. Your free hand pinched your nipple, back arching as the vibrator buzzed relentlessly against your clit. You were so close — right on the edge —The front door opened.
You froze for a moment. But it was too late to stop. Your orgasm crashed over you hard, a broken moan escaping despite your best efforts. You bit your pillow, body shaking violently as waves of pleasure rolled through you.
You didn’t hear Heeseung’s footsteps pause in the hallway. Or the way he stood there for a long moment, listening.
One morning you were searching for the vibrator that you lost because you were so comfortable playing with it in the couch last night since you were alone and when you heard the door open you fled to your room forgetting it. So you walked into the kitchen praying he’d already left.
No such luck. Heeseung was leaning against the counter as usual.
He was holding your pink vibrator. Twirling it between his long fingers with a dark, amused smirk.
Your soul left your body. when did he get that?
“Looking for this?” he asked casually, voice low and teasing. He held it up, eyes locked on yours. “Found it on the couch while I was looking for my charger. Interesting choice, princess.”
You wanted the ground to swallow you whole. Heeseung stepped closer, backing you against the kitchen counter. The necklace swayed between you as he leaned in, breath warm against your ear.
“Been using this while listening to me fuck other girls?” His voice dropped to a whisper.
“Moaning my name like that last night… you’re not as unaffected as you pretend to be, are you?” Your face burned with humiliation and arousal. You couldn’t speak. Heeseung pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes dark with something dangerous and hungry. The vibrator still dangled from his fingers like a taunt.
“So…” he murmured, thumb brushing your bottom lip.
“How long are we going to keep pretending?”
You stepped away from him and took the item from his hand and walked away without answering his questions. You can hear his chuckle behind you. You were so embarrassed.
The next few days passed in a haze of unbearable tension. Until one Thursday evening, everything changed. You came home from work earlier than usual, exhausted from a long client meeting. The moment you stepped inside, you froze. Heeseung was already home. He was sprawled on the couch in black sweatpants and a loose white t-shirt, his necklace visible against his collarbones. His hair was messy, cheeks slightly flushed, and he looked… unwell.
“You’re home early,” you said, surprised. Heeseung glanced at you, voice raspy. “Caught a cold. Boss sent me home.” He coughed lightly, looking miserable but still unfairly attractive. You didn’t say anything. You simply went to the kitchen, rolled up your sleeves, and started cooking. Thirty minutes later, you placed a steaming bowl of warm chicken soup in front of him. Heeseung stared at it for a long moment, then looked up at you with genuine surprise.
“You made this… for me?” You shrugged, suddenly shy. “You look like shit. Eat.” He smiled — soft, almost boyish — and ate slowly while you sat across from him. For the first time, you two had a real conversation. He told you about his work at the studio, how stressful deadlines were. You told him about your annoying clients at the agency. The atmosphere felt strangely… domestic.
When he finished, he leaned back and murmured, “Thank you. That was really good.” You nodded, about to stand up when his next words stopped you cold.
“So…” Heeseung smirked, eyes darkening. “Why did you need a vibrator?” Your face exploded with heat.
“I— I don’t use it. It was just… there.” Heeseung laughed, low and amused. He stood up slowly and walked around the table until he was right in front of you.
“If you’re that horny or stressed,” he said, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper, “you can use me instead.”
The air thickened instantly. Your heart slammed against your ribs. “Heeseung…”
“Trust me,” he murmured, stepping closer until your back hit the counter. “I’m very good at relieving stress.”
Before you could respond, his hands were on you. One slid around your waist, gripping firmly. The other dipped into the waistband of your low-rise pants, long fingers slipping beneath your panties. You gasped as he found you already wet.
“Fuck… so soaked already,” he breathed against your ear, the Chrome Hearts necklace brushing your chest. “All this time listening to me… and you never said anything?” Two fingers circled your clit slowly, teasingly, before sliding down to your entrance. He pushed one finger inside you, then another, curling them perfectly against that spot that made your knees weak. You moaned softly, gripping his shoulders. Heeseung worked his fingers expertly — slow and deep at first, then faster, thumb pressing against your clit with every thrust. His mouth hovered near your neck, breath hot as he whispered filthy praises.
“You’re so tight around my fingers, princess.” Your hips rocked against his hand desperately. The pleasure built fast and overwhelming. When you finally came, clenching hard around his fingers, Heeseung watched your face the entire time, eyes dark with lust. He pulled his hand out slowly, bringing his glistening fingers to his mouth and licking them clean.
“Goodnight,” he whispered with a smirk, then turned and walked into his room, leaving you trembling and empty against the counter.
You couldn’t sleep. An hour later, frustration and need burned through your body.You pulled out the vibrator again. You lay on your back, legs spread, and turned it on. The buzz filled the room as you pressed it hard against your swollen clit. Your hips bucked immediately.
“Ah— fuck…” You started slow as usual, then faster, moaning freely as pleasure coursed through you. You were so lost in it that you didn’t hear the door open.
Heeseung stood in the doorway, eyes pitch black with hunger. “Don’t stop,” he said hoarsely. “Please… keep going. I just want to watch.”
You froze. He walked closer, watching every movement.
“Or…” he murmured, climbing onto the bed, “should I help you?” He took the vibrator from your hand, locked eyes with you, and pressed it back against your core. He turned it on high. The sudden intensity made you cry out. Heeseung leaned down and kissed you deeply, swallowing your moans while working the toy against you with perfect pressure. His tongue explored your mouth as he whispered between kisses:“I couldn’t sleep because of the sounds you were making… I was so fucking curious.” You were shaking, so close again.
“I’m— I’m close—” Right as you were about to tip over the edge, he pulled the vibrator away.
You glared at him, frustrated and desperate. “Heeseung—”
He smirked, pushing his sweatpants down. His cock sprang free — thick, hard, and leaking at the tip.
“Not yet, princess.”
He teased your entrance with the head of his cock, rubbing it against your clit, coating himself in your wetness. You were practically begging. “Please…”
Heeseung finally pushed in. The stretch was intense. He sank into you slowly at first, letting you feel every inch, groaning deeply as your walls clenched around him.
“Fuck… so tight,” he hissed. Then he started moving. He fucked you hard and deep, hips snapping against yours with rhythm. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room. Heeseung’s necklace swung above you with every thrust as he gripped your thighs, spreading you wider.
“Look at me,” he growled, pounding into you relentlessly. You moaned his name like a prayer, nails digging into his back. Heeseung kissed you messily, biting your lip as he drove deeper, hitting that perfect spot over and over. When you finally came around him, clenching hard, Heeseung followed right after with a broken groan, burying himself deep as he spilled inside you.
The next morning felt like a slap to the face. Heeseung acted like nothing had happened. He moved around the kitchen with the same effortless confidence as always — When you walked in, he glanced at you with a casual smile, like he hadn’t spent the previous night buried deep inside you.
“Morning,” he said lightly, pouring himself a cup of coffee. “Want some?” You stood there frozen, heart squeezing painfully. What did you expect? He was a fuckboy. This was what fuckboys did. They fucked you senseless, made you feel wanted for a few hours, then acted like it was just another Tuesday. The realization hurt more than you wanted to admit.
You forced a small nod. “Yeah… thanks.” Heeseung handed you the mug without another word. No teasing. No lingering touches. No acknowledgment of the way you’d moaned his name just hours ago. You drank your coffee in silence, feeling cheap and stupid. Of course he doesn’t care. You’re just another girl who lives next door. The thought stung.
To your shock that evening, Heeseung brought another girl home. You heard the front door open, followed by giggles and sloppy kissing.
This time, it wasn’t just arousal you felt — it was pure anger. Jealousy burned hot in your chest as you lay in bed listening to him fuck her. Every moan, every creak of the bed, every “Fuck, Heeseung, you’re so good” felt like a personal insult. You hated how much it affected you. You hated yourself for caring.
So the next night, you decided you were done being pathetic. You went clubbing. You didn’t drink much — just two cocktails to take the edge off. You danced, flirted, and eventually left with a guy named Jihoon. He was tall, charming enough, and seemed genuinely interested.
You brought him back to the apartment.
When you walked through the door, Heeseung was already there, sitting on the couch in the dark, scrolling through his phone. His eyes snapped up when he saw you with another man. Shock, then something darker, flashed across his face.
You didn’t care.
You pulled Jihoon straight into your room and closed the door with a loud click. You made sure to be loud. You moaned exaggeratedly as Jihoon touched you, even though his hands were clumsy and he finished embarrassingly fast.
He didn’t make you cum. Not even close.
But you kept moaning anyway — loud, breathy, dramatic — making sure every single sound traveled through the thin walls.
Heeseung lost it.
A few minutes after Jihoon collapsed beside you, loud knocking echoed through your door. You quickly threw on a robe and opened it. Heeseung stood there, jaw clenched, eyes burning with barely contained fury.
“What the fuck are you trying to do?” he hissed, voice low.
You lifted your chin defiantly. “I’m just having a good time. Is that a problem?”
His eyes darkened. “You’re being too fucking noisy. And we both know that guy isn’t making you moan like that.”
You laughed bitterly. “How would you know?”
Heeseung stepped forward, grabbing your wrist and pulling you out into the hallway. He shut your door behind you, trapping you against the wall.
“Did he make you cum?” he asked, voice deadly quiet, eyes locked on yours.
You stayed silent.
He smirked, dangerous and knowing. “Exactly. See? I can make you cum with just my fingers.” Before you could respond, he kissed you — hard, possessive. His hands gripped your waist as he whispered against your lips, “Let that idiot sleep. Come enjoy yourself with me.”
He dragged you into his room. And started undressing...
Heeseung pushed his pants down, revealing his hard, throbbing cock, then lay back on the bed.
“Come here, princess. Ride me.”
You wanted to say no but you couldn't resist so you straddled him, grinding your soaked pussy along his length. The raw, hot contact made both of you hiss. Heeseung’s head fell back, eyes squeezed shut.
“Fuck… don’t tease me like that,” he groaned.
You sank down slowly. He was so thick it burned in the best way. The moment you took all of him, you clenched hard around his cock. Heeseung whimpered — a broken, beautiful sound — his hands gripping your waist tightly. You started riding him desperately, tits bouncing with every movement. Heeseung stared like he was hypnotized, one hand holding your waist while the other squeezed your breast, thumb brushing your nipple. When your pace faltered from exhaustion, he thrust up hard, fucking you deep while you were pressed chest to chest.
“You kept moaning so loud because you wanted me to hear it, right?” he growled, hips snapping up relentlessly. “You wanted me to know how badly you needed my cock.”
You came hard around him, as pleasure ripped through you. Heeseung didn’t stop. He flipped you onto your stomach, pulled your ass up, and slammed back into you from behind.
His stamina was insane.
He fucked you like he was punishing you — deep, powerful thrusts that made your eyes roll back. You came again, burying your face in the pillow to muffle your screams as he gripped your ass and pounded into you. Only then did he finally let go, burying himself to the hilt as he came with a deep groan.
After you both caught your breath, Heeseung pulled you into his arms, pressing soft kisses to your shoulder.
“I hope we didn’t disturb your guest,” he said, smirking. You let out a tired laugh despite yourself.
Then his voice turned serious.
“I was waiting for you,” he admitted quietly. “I wanted to apologize for acting like nothing happened after we… you know. But when I saw you come home with that guy… I lost it.” He brushed your hair back, eyes softer than you’d ever seen them.
“I don’t want anyone else hearing you moan.”
You looked up at him, heart racing, unsure what this meant for the two of you. But for tonight, you let yourself stay in his arms.
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The morning, sunlight filtered through the curtains. You woke up tangled in Heeseung’s sheets, his arm slung over your waist and his necklace cool against your bare back. He was still asleep, breathing steady, looking far too peaceful for someone who had ruined you multiple times last night.
A loud knock on the front door made you jolt.
Then another. Then a very confused voice:
“...Hello? Is anyone there?”
Your stomach dropped.
Jihoon.
The guy you had completely forgotten about in your room.
Heeseung stirred beside you, cracking one eye open. A lazy, mischievous smirk spread across his face the second he registered what was happening.
“Oh no,” he whispered, voice raspy with sleep and amusement. “You left your little toy in the other room.”
“Shut up,” you hissed, face burning as you scrambled for clothes. You threw on one of Heeseung’s shirts and rushed out, trying to fix your messy hair on the way.
When you opened the door to your bedroom, Jihoon was standing there awkwardly, fully dressed, looking equal parts confused and concerned.
“Hey… um,” he scratched the back of his neck.
“I woke up and you were gone. I thought maybe you got kidnapped or something.”
Behind you, Heeseung appeared in the hallway. He leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, looking entirely too satisfied.
Jihoon’s eyes flicked between you two. The pieces clicked slowly in his head.
“Oh,” he said, voice flat. “...Okay.”
You wanted the floor to open up and swallow you whole.
“I’m really sorry,” you said quickly. “Last night was… a lot. I didn’t mean to ditch you like that.”
Jihoon let out a weak laugh, clearly uncomfortable. “Yeah, no worries. I, uh… heard a lot. Through the wall but I thought it was just in my head. Turns out you guys are… very enthusiastic.”
Heeseung coughed to hide a laugh.
Jihoon gave you one last awkward nod. “I’ll just… see myself out. Nice meeting you. Both of you, I guess.”
The second the front door closed behind him, Heeseung burst out laughing, pulling you back against his chest.
“Poor guy,” he chuckled. “He came here thinking he was getting laid and ended up listening to me fuck his date all night.”
You groaned, hiding your face in his neck. “I’m never bringing anyone home again.”
“Good,” Heeseung murmured, voice dropping as his hands slid under your shirt. “Because the only person moaning in this apartment from now on is you. And I want to hear every single sound.”
You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop the smile spreading across your face.
Warnings: Virgin!Jake, Sub!Jake, Fem!reader, Reader x Jake, oral sex (m & f), masturbation, Noona kink.
Synopsis: You walk past your roommates bedroom and hear… unusual sounds… when you open the door he’s jerking off.
A/N: Not proof read! hey so! Lowkey need that 💔 I hope y’all like this one as much as you liked my Ni-Ki one🤤😙🫰🙏✌️
W/C: idkkk <1000
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”Ngh- fuck Noona…” his voice is quiet and breathy.
Jake is in his bedroom. His hand working furiously at his cock. Fuck he’s so turned on. The fabric of your panties wrap around his cock perfectly.
”ahh….”
You open the apartment door. It’s awfully quiet, usually your roommate Jake is in the living room watching something on the tv. You don’t think much of it. Instead you move your way further into the apartment.
As you pass Jake’s bedroom door you hear soft mumbling. Raising your eyebrow you stop walking and prop an ear to his door.
”Ngh…Noona…”
’Noona’ could be anyone… sure you are his noona but it doesn’t mean that he’s jerking off to you. Right?
”Ah… fuck… y/n…”
Oh okay.
Your face turns red as you realize that it is in fact you, he’s jerking off to. A hand covers your mouth in shock. Surely you should be weirded out, disgusted even. But by the way your lower stomach gets hot and you squeeze your thighs together…
Fuck you wanna see so bad.
Quietly you open the door. You’re met by a strangely attractive scene.
His T-shirt is loose, hanging off his shoulder. Legs moving across the bed in desperation of reaching his high. You can see his cock, he’s stroking it hard and fast. Around it you can see something moving.
Your black laced panties that are now covered in something white.
Wow… it’s not his first round.
creek
He looks up, eyes wide. Fuck, the old floorboards gave up your position. Immediately his face turns red and he panics slightly as he scrambles to get covered.
”Y-y/n! I- didn’t hear you.” He balls together your panties in his fist, hoping you wouldn’t notice them. But little did he know, it was too late.
”Jake…” you try to act disturbed but the facade crumbles immediately when he lets out an ashamed whine.
”Y/n… I’m sorry… I don’t know what to say…” he tries apologizing. But it doesn’t matter to you.
You walk over to his bed. Crawling over to him slowly, back arched, the tank top’s strap slowly sliding down your shoulder, eyes locked onto him like a puma.
His breath quickens, the red hue of his skin turns more pink as he realizes he hasn’t made you upset. He relaxes and looks at you.
”If you were so needy….
…you could’ve just asked.”
He gulps.
”N-Noona…” the apple of his throat bobs.
When you’re close to him you trace your fingers lightly over the skin of his thighs. Goosebumps form over his pale skin. He lets you pull off the blanket that he tried covering his cock with. Your hand reaches the base and your fingers wrap around it. He bites his lip to keep in the filthy noises he wants to make.
It’s easy to jerk him off, his dick is fully covered in his own juices.
”Ngh… noona… slow down- ah…” he whines.
”You don’t want to come? Alright.” You say, then let go of his cock. He whines again. But before he can protest you push him back to lay on the bed. You get off and take off your jeans. Leaving you in your tank top and panties.
His eyes widen in anticipation. Then you get on top of him, sitting down on his chest. He looks up at you and rolls his eyes back when he smells your wetness. A fairly large wet spot has formed in your panties. His cheeks turn pinker and his gaze flicks up to you, then down to your panties then back up at your face again. A smirk forms on your face.
”take them off.”
His eyes widen. ”W-what.”
”I want you to eat my pussy.”
”I- o-okay… y-you’re gonna… gonna sit.. sit on my face?”
You nod. He lets out a shaky and nervous breath. Then he slides your panties off. They’re not as sexy as the ones he’d been jerking off with earlier. But it doesn’t matter.
You spread your legs wide and that gives him the opportunity to lay a finger there. You shiver as he runs his finger over your slit.
”Sit on me…” he whines. A chuckle escapes you. You switch positions and hover over him, then you sit down. Immediately he starts kissing your pussy. He runs his tongue over your opening and moans softly.
”Noona… you taste so good..” his moan vibrates through your body and you moan quietly. The moan seems to fuel something inside of him and he gets more eager to please you.
He finds your clit and starts sucking.
”Ngh… good- good boy… just like that…” you say in between cut off breaths.
”Mmh… yes Noona…”
You can feel your orgasm building and he notices it too by the way your thighs tenses up around his face.
As you come here licks up all of your juices. Every single drop. Your thighs shake slightly as you get off his face.
”Did I do good?”
”So good, baby…”
You couldn’t believe it was Jake’s first time.
”Let me make you feel good too, baby…”
”Y-yes Noona…” he moans. You sit up and look around. You find your panties that he’d previously pulled off of you. You ball them up in your fist and stuff them into his mouth. He whines loudly.
His cock stands proudly in the air, waiting to be touched by you. And you don’t waste a second.
Your mouth reaches his cock quickly and you can hear a muffled whine escape him.
”Does that feel good?”
His hands and legs tense up as he moans. ”Ngh- y-yes n-noona..” it’s so muffled you can barely hear it but it only makes it better. Your lips wrap around his red and twitching tip. Slowly you use your tongue to spread the juices over his cock. He arches his back, so sensitive.
He moans loudly as you take him deeper and it’s clear that he won’t last much longer. So you go slow, wanting to torture him for as long as possible.
”F-faster…” he mumbles, head thrown back. You don’t listen and continue your slow and torturous pace. You reach the base of his cock and swallow. Your throat tightens around his cock and you can feel long ropes of white sticky come shoot down your throat.
”N-noona… Ngh… mmhhhh…” he whines. Completely absorbed in pleasure. Fuck it feels so good. He’s never received head before, and it will definitely not be the last time.
synopsis : living next door to lee heeseung has always been a nightmare loud, cocky, and impossible to ignore until one reckless night at a party leaves you waking up in his bed and running before it can mean anything you try to forget it ever happened, until two lines change everything, and suddenly the one person you can’t stand is the one you can’t escape.
pairing : basketball captain heeseung x neighbourf!reader
trope : accidental pregnancy + forced proximity
word count : 19.6k
warnings : heeseung is a an absolute asshole, accidental pregnancy, alot panic and guilt, abortion / termination discussion, fear of the future, alcohol use, one night stand, dirty talking, cursing, foreplay, dry humping, oral, drunk sex ( consent is present ) , unprotected sex, mild degradation, hair pulling, creampie
🗯️ JO’s NOTES < 🐻❄️ 3 ! : omggg finallyy juno part one is out, hope you have an absolute amazing time when reading. navi did the proofreading for me ilysmm <3333
The bass from the apartment next door was so loud it made your pencil roll off the desk for the third time tonight thump thump thump. Each beat vibrated through the thin wall like it was personally trying to ruin your life.
You stared at the half finished notes in front of you, frustration bubbling hot in your chest. Midterms were in two weeks. Two weeks and Lee Heeseung, the campus golden boy, basketball captain, and your personal nightmare of a neighbor was throwing another one of his legendary parties like tomorrow didn’t exist.
This was the nth time. The nth damn time since you’d moved in six months ago. With a sharp exhale, you shoved your chair back and stormed out of your apartment, not even bothering to change out of your oversized hoodie and sweatpants. The hallway reeked of spilled beer and expensive cologne.
You could already hear the chaos before you even reached his door. Laughter, glasses clinking, some girl’s high pitched giggle cutting through the music.
You banged on the door harder than necessary. It took a few seconds before someone inside yelled over the noise, “Yoo Heeseung! Someone’s banging at your front door!”The door finally swung open.
Heeseung stood there in all his infuriating glory tall, broad shouldered, black hair slightly tousled like he’d been running his hands through it. His button up was half undone, revealing a silver chain that rested on his collarbones and a glimpse of toned chest. Behind him, the party pulsed with red solo cups, dim lights, and at least half the basketball team.
A pretty girl with long hair and a tight dress was pressed close to his side, her hand resting possessively on his arm. He’d clearly been in the middle of charming her into his bed by the end of the night.
The second his dark eyes landed on you, that signature cocky smirk curved his lips.“Hi, miss morals,” he drawled, voice low and teasing, like he’d been waiting for this exact interruption.
You rolled your eyes so hard it was a miracle they didn’t get stuck. “Can you turn it down? The music is too loud.”
Heeseung didn’t move. Instead, he leaned one shoulder against the doorframe, crossing his arms in a way that made his biceps strain against the fabric of his shirt. The girl behind him shifted, clearly annoyed at the sudden attention shift, but Heeseung didn’t spare her a glance now.
“Miss morals strikes again,” he laughed, the sound rich and mocking. It sent an unwelcome spark of irritation down your spine. “What’s the problem this time, neighbor? Come to bless us with your righteous presence?”
“I’m serious, Heeseung,” you said, voice sharp as you folded your arms tightly across your chest. “Not everyone has the pleasure of partying all night. Others have to actually study to pass their exams whereas others can just have daddy pay for everything when they fuck up.”The words hung in the air between you.
Heeseung’s smirk faltered instantly. His jaw tightened, and he sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth. For a split second, something raw annoyance, maybe even hurt flashed across his face before he quickly shoved it back into that indifferent mask. His eyes darkened, the playful glint gone.
“Whatever,” he muttered, voice suddenly flat and cold. “I’ll lower the volume.”He said, “Thank you,” you replied curtly, refusing to let the small victory show on your face even though your heart was hammering.
Heeseung didn’t say anything else. He simply stepped back and shut the door right in your face with a firm click that echoed down the empty hallway.
You stood there for a moment, staring at the closed wooden door, fists clenched at your sides. The music inside dropped almost immediately, not completely off, but low enough that you could finally breathe. Muffled laughter and voices still filtered through, but at least your walls wouldn’t shake anymore.
“Asshole,” you whispered under your breath, turning on your heel and heading back to your apartment.As you closed your own door behind you, you leaned against it for a second, eyes closed. Why did he always have to make everything so difficult? Why did one look from him always manage to crawl under your skin like this?
You shook your head, forcing the thoughts away. Back to studying. Back to pretending Lee Heeseung didn’t exist. But deep down, you already knew tonight’s silence between you two had just gotten a little louder.
You were halfway through rewriting your notes when your phone buzzed on the desk, the screen lighting up with a new message.
yunjin : you know sunghoon righttt? he’s throwing a massive party after midterms and he personally invited me. pleeease come with me?? i don’t wanna go alone 🥺
You stared at the text, already feeling the familiar dread settle in your stomach. Another party of course. You typed back quickly
you : No thanks im good have fun tho
The two dots appeared immediately.
yunjin : babe come onnnn
yunjin : it’s after midterms!! you deserve to relax
yunjin : sunghoon’s parties are actually fun i swear
yunjin : there’ll be good music, free drinks, and i heard the basketball team is coming too 👀
You groaned, rubbing your temples. The last thing you wanted was to be anywhere near the basketball team especially not after tonight’s lovely encounter with their captain.
you : exactly why I’m not going pass
yunjin : please please please i really like sunghoon and this could be my chance
yunjin : i’ll owe you big time i’ll even help you study for the next round of exams i’ll buy you that expensive matcha you like for a month!!
You leaned back in your chair, biting your lip. Yunjin was relentless when she wanted something. And honestly she had been there for you through every late night breakdown this semester. Saying no felt a little cruel the pleading texts kept coming
yunjin : i won’t leave your side the whole night ( she is lying )
yunjin : we can leave early if you hate it , pretty please with cherries on top?? 🥺🍒
You sighed deeply, already knowing you were about to lose this battle.
you : fine, ONE HOUR that’s it if it sucks, we’re out.
yunjin : YESSSSS!!! you’re the best i love you so much
yunjin : we can dress up together at my place okay , see you tomorrow <33
You tossed your phone onto the desk and dropped your head into your hands. Great, just what you needed. Another night surrounded by loud music, drunk athletes, and the very real possibility of running into the Lee Heeseung again.
You glanced at the wall that separated your apartment from his. The music was still playing faintly, but at least it was bearable now. Just one party, you could survive one party right?
The next morning, the art history lecture hall was already filling up with the usual mix of sleepy students and last minute crammers when you slipped into your regular seat in the middle row.
The faint scent of fresh coffee and old books lingered in the air. Yunjin dropped dramatically into the chair on your right, her long hair still slightly damp from her morning shower, eyes bright with far too much excitement for a 9 am class.
On your left, Soobin settled in quietly, tall frame folding gracefully into the seat. He placed his neatly organized notebook on the desk and pulled out a perfectly sharpened pencil, offering you a soft, reassuring smile.
Soobin was always like this calm, steady, the kind of friend who showed up without making a fuss. He was the complete opposite of the loud, chaotic energy that seemed to follow Heeseung everywhere.
Yunjin, however, was already completely distracted. She was leaning forward, chin resting on her hand, openly staring toward the front rows where Sunghoon sat chatting with a couple of friends. Her gaze was soft and dreamy, a tiny smile tugging at her lips every time he laughed at something.
You nudged her arm with your elbow, voice low and teasing. “You’re oogling him again it’s getting embarrassing at this point.”Yunjin didn’t even pretend to deny it. “I’m not oogling, im appreciating art,” she whispered back, still not tearing her eyes away. “Look at him he’s literally perfect.”
Soobin let out a quiet chuckle beside you, shaking his head as he flipped open his notebook. “Sure ‘appreciating’ that’s why half your notes from last week were just little hearts around his name.” He teased her, to which she replied,
“Traitor,” Yunjin hissed playfully, finally glancing at both of you as her cheeks flushed pink. “You two are supposed to be on my side.”The light banter continued until Soobin turned to you, lowering his voice a little. “Hey, I heard there was a party at Heeseung’s last night, did you survive the noise?”
You let out a long, dramatic groan and slumped back in your seat, the memory of last night’s confrontation still fresh and irritating. “Barely. That idiot had the music blasting so loud my textbooks were literally vibrating on the desk. I had to march over there in my hoodie and sweatpants like some angry neighbor from a sitcom again.”
Soobin listened attentively, his expression patient and sympathetic. He never interrupted your rants or told you to just ignore it. He just nodded along, dark eyes focused on you, making you feel genuinely heard.
It was one of the many reasons you treasured his friendship he was thoughtful, kind, and never loud or arrogant for the sake of it. The polar opposite of Heeseung.
“And of course he answered the door half dressed with some girl hanging off his arm like a trophy,” you continued, voice dripping with annoyance. “Called me ‘miss morals’ like it’s the funniest joke in the world.
Then when I pointed out that not everyone has a rich daddy to bail them out when they party instead of studying, he got all pissy, sucked in this dramatic breath, and slammed the door right in my face. He’s such an entitled asshole.”
Soobin hummed softly, a small frown creasing his brow. “That sounds exhausting, you should’ve texted me you know, i could’ve come over with snacks and we could’ve studied together instead of dealing with his nonsense alone.”
You smiled faintly at the offer, warmth cutting through the irritation. “Next time, maybe at least someone in this building has basic human decency.”
Yunjin finally tore her gaze away from Sunghoon long enough to grin at you. “Heeseung’s just bored and likes getting a rise out of you if you stopped reacting, he’d probably get bored and stop.”
“Easy for you to say,” you muttered, crossing your arms. “You don’t have to live next door to the human equivalent of a walking migraine.”The professor walked in moments later, cutting off any further complaints.
The next hour passed in a blur of projected slides on Renaissance techniques, quiet note taking, and the occasional whispered comment from Yunjin whenever Sunghoon shifted in his seat.
When class finally ended, the three of you packed up your things and joined the stream of students flowing out into the crowded hallway. The air was filled with chatter about upcoming midterms, weekend plans, and the usual campus gossip.
As you walked side by side, Yunjin suddenly looped her arm through yours, her excitement bubbling over again. “So, about Sunghoon’s party after midterms you’re definitely coming, right? And Soobin you should come too! It’ll be so much more fun with all three of us there.”
Soobin blinked, surprised, his eyebrows raising slightly. “Wait you’re actually going?” He looked at you, genuinely shocked. “I thought you hated parties, especially ones thrown by the popular crowd.”
You shrugged, already regretting your decision a little. “Yunjin begged a lot and guilt tripped me with matcha promises. One hour max, if it sucks, I’m dragging her out.”
Yunjin squealed happily and squeezed your arm. “See? She’s coming! So you have to come too, Soobinn please?”Before Soobin could respond, a familiar voice cut through the hallway noise from behind you.
“Can’t imagine miss morals at a party but I’m looking forward to seeing you there.” Your stomach dropped, you didn’t even have to turn around to know who it was.
Heeseung was leaning casually against a set of lockers a few feet away, arms crossed over his varsity jacket, that signature cocky smirk playing on his lips. He must have overheard the entire conversation.
His dark eyes locked onto yours with clear amusement, like he lived for these moments of catching you off guard.
You rolled your eyes so hard it almost hurt, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a verbal response. Heat crept up your neck partly from annoyance, partly from the embarrassment of him hearing your plans.
Yunjin stifled a laugh beside you while Soobin just shook his head quietly, a small, amused smile tugging at his mouth.
Heeseung’s low chuckle followed you as the three of you kept walking, but you kept your gaze fixed straight ahead, jaw tight. God, you really, really hated that guy.Midterms week stretched into a brutal two week marathon, and as an art curator major, you felt every single hour of it in your bones.
Your apartment had become a war zone of curated chaos towering stacks of books on museum exhibition design, printed slides from Art Conservation and Curatorial Practices, mood boards pinned to the wall for your upcoming gallery proposal project, and color coded flashcards scattered across every surface.
Late nights blurred into early mornings as you hunched over your laptop, drafting proposals for hypothetical exhibits while trying to memorize the intricate history of 19th century European collections. Sleep was a distant dream. Caffeine was your only reliable companion.
And then there was Heeseung.
He didn’t blast music or bring girls over every single night that would have been almost predictable. No, he was crueler than that. He chose random days, like he knew exactly how to keep you off balance, turning your already exhausting study schedule into a minefield of unwanted interruptions.
The first time hit on the second night of midterms. You were deep into analyzing a case study on museum ethics when the wall behind your desk started to vibrate faintly. At first it was just low music.
Then came the giggles two distinct female voices, breathy and flirtatious. Heeseung’s deep laugh cut through it all, followed by the unmistakable sound of bodies moving against furniture.
“Fuck, Heeseung you’re so good at this,” one of the girls moaned loudly, the words carrying crystal clear through the thin shared wall. The headboard started thumping a slow, steady rhythm against your wall rhythmic, insistent, growing faster.
You could hear the wet slap of skin, her exaggerated gasps turning into full throated cries every time he thrust.You yanked your noise canceling headphones on so hard the band dug into your temples, cranking the volume until classical music drowned most of it out.
But you could still feel it, the steady bang bang bang vibrating through your desk, through your chair, through your skull. Your cheeks burned with secondhand embarrassment and pure rage.
'Of course he’s fucking some random girl while I’m trying to memorize the difference between Baroque and Rococo curation techniques.' You thought bitterly, stabbing your highlighter across the page. Must be nice to have zero responsibilities except basketball and dick appointments.
It stopped around 2 a.m., but the damage was done. You only managed three hours of sleep before your 8 a.m. lecture.
The next morning, you were running on pure spite and too much coffee when you caught Heeseung in the hallway just as he was stepping out of his apartment. He looked annoyingly fresh — hair still damp from a shower, varsity jacket slung over one shoulder, that perpetual cocky smirk already in place.
You stopped right in front of him, arms crossed tightly. “Keep it down next time,” you said flatly, voice low but sharp. “Some of us are actually trying to pass our midterms instead of auditioning for porn.”
Heeseung raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Aw, miss morals heard everything? Didn’t know you were such a light sleeper.” You glared at him, heat rising to your cheeks. “Just tone it down, the headboard banging is ridiculous.”
He chuckled lowly, the sound sending another spike of irritation through you. “Noted.” Then he leaned in slightly, voice dropping. “Though from the sounds of it last night, she seemed to enjoy the banging.”
You rolled your eyes and walked away without another word, his soft laugh following you down the hall.The next disruption came four days later. A random Thursday when you had a massive group project due on modern curatorial strategies.
You’d just settled in with your laptop open to a half finished exhibition proposal when his door slammed open down the hall. One girl this time, but she was even louder.
The moment they got inside, the sounds started again her high pitched whimpers, Heeseung’s low, cocky murmurs “Yeah? You like that? Tell me how much you want it” followed by the unmistakable wet sounds of them going at it on what sounded like his couch first, then migrating to the bed.
The headboard slammed against the wall so hard your framed print of Van Gogh’s Starry Night rattled. Her moans turned into broken sobs of pleasure, each one punctuated by Heeseung’s grunts and the filthy slap of bodies. “Harder fuck, right there, Heeseung don’t stop—”
You ended up studying in your bed instead, laptop balanced on your knees, pillows stacked around you like a fortress. Headphones on full blast. Still, every thrust made the wall tremble.
Every moan crawled under your skin and made focusing on your notes feel impossible. By the time they finally finished (or at least quieted down) around midnight, your eyes were burning and your proposal was only half done.
You hated how your body reacted sometimes not with attraction, but with pure, simmering resentment that made your stomach twist.That same night, after the noises finally stopped, you grabbed your phone in a fit of exhausted anger and texted him.
you : keep the noise down, some people are trying to study for actual grades, not coast on basketball talent and daddy’s money
His reply came faster than you expected. A picture popped up first. A close up selfie of Heeseung lying in bed, shirtless, messy hair, lazy smirk on his face, with the caption
heeseung : sorry, miss morals hard to stay quiet when they scream my name like that
heeseung : next time i’ll try to fuck quieter or maybe you can just join and tell me how to do it right?
You stared at the message, face flaming with a mix of rage and disbelief. You immediately blocked the image from your mind ( and definitely did not linger on the way his abs looked in the dim lighting ) before typing back a single furious reply
you : delete my number, asshole
The worst random night came during the final stretch, just three days before your last exams.
You were pulling an all nighter on your capstone project a full digital mock up of a contemporary art exhibit you’d spent weeks perfecting when the noises started again around 11 p.m. This time it was two girls.
Their laughter spilled into the hallway first, then straight through your wall. Heeseung’s voice was low and teasing, the kind of filthy charm that probably worked on every girl on campus.
Soon the bed was creaking loudly, headboard banging in a frantic rhythm while both girls moaned in tandem one breathy and high, the other deeper and more desperate.
“Heeseung oh god, yes fuck me like that—” mixed with wet, obscene sounds that left zero doubt about exactly what was happening next door. The wall vibrated so intensely your coffee mug slid an inch across the desk.
You sat there in your oversized hoodie and sweatpants, staring at your glowing screen, jaw clenched so tight it ached. Every moan, every dirty encouragement from Heeseung, every rhythmic thud felt like a personal attack on the one thing you actually cared about your future.
Your grades, your dream of curating real exhibitions someday. While I’m over here trying not to fail out of the only thing I’m good at, you thought, fingers flying angrily across the keyboard, he’s over there living his best life with a rotating cast of girls screaming his name.
You wore the headphones until your ears rang. You even tried white noise apps, earplugs underneath nothing fully blocked it. The sex noises went on for nearly two hours that night, loud and shameless, until they finally quieted around 1:30 a.m.
By the end of the two weeks, you were running on fumes dark circles under your eyes, caffeine shakes in your hands, and a permanent knot of irritation lodged in your chest whenever you passed his door.
The random nights had been spaced out just enough to feel like psychological warfare instead of constant chaos.Heeseung never once toned it down. Never once seemed to care that someone on the other side of the wall was actually trying to build a future that didn’t involve daddy’s money or NBA scouts.
When Friday morning finally arrived and your last exam was over, you dragged yourself back to the apartment building, shoulders heavy with exhaustion. The hallway was quiet for once. Heeseung’s door looked innocently closed.
You unlocked your own door, stepped inside, and immediately collapsed face first onto your bed, still in your clothes midterms were done.But the resentment toward the boy next door had only grown sharper and Sunghoon’s party was tonight. You groaned into your pillow one hour in and out. Just don’t kill Heeseung on sight.
You took the quickest shower of your life, and changed into the first comfortable outfit you could find—a simple black crop top that showed just a sliver of your midriff and your favorite pair of dark jeans—comfortable, practical, safe.
You texted Yunjin that you were ready to head over to her place to “get ready together,” secretly hoping she wouldn’t make a big deal out of your clothes—big mistake. Yunjin’s apartment was only two blocks away, and the second you stepped inside, she took one look at you and gasped like you had personally offended her.
“No no absolutely not,” she declared, hands on her hips, eyes scanning you up and down with pure horror. “You cannot go to Sunghoon’s party looking like that.”
You glanced down at yourself, confused. “What’s wrong with this? It’s cute it’s comfortable.”“Cute? Comfortable?” Yunjin repeated, already dragging you toward her bedroom like a woman on a mission.
“Babe, we’re going to a party, not the library. You just survived two weeks of hell tonight you’re supposed to look hot, not like you’re about to give a museum tour.”
Before you could protest, she flung open her closet and started pulling out clothes with frightening speed. She held up a black mini skirt dangerously short, made of soft leather like material and a sheer black button up shirt that was practically see through.
“Try these,” she ordered, shoving the hanger into your hands. You stared at the outfit like it might bite you. “Yunjin, no way, that skirt is barely legal and the shirt is see through i’m not wearing that.”
“Yes way, you are,” she sang, already pushing you toward the bathroom. “You agreed to come to the party that means you’re under my styling jurisdiction for tonight go change now”
You argued the entire time you were changing. “This is ridiculous! im going to freeze, people are going to stare i look like I’m trying way too hard—”
But Yunjin was relentless. The second you stepped out in the mini skirt and sheer shirt ( with a black bralette underneath so you weren’t completely exposed ), she clapped her hands and squealed.
“Oh my god, yes! Look at you!” She spun you around in front of her full length mirror. The skirt hugged your hips and ended high on your thighs, making your legs look longer.
The sheer shirt draped softly over your shoulders, the black bralette visible underneath in a way that was teasing but not outright scandalous. “You look insane like, dangerously hot.”
You tugged at the hem of the skirt, cheeks burning. “I feel naked. Can't I at least wear the jeans over this or something?”“No,” she said firmly, already sitting you down in front of her vanity. “We’re doing makeup now sit still.”
For the next twenty minutes, Yunjin worked her magic. Winged eyeliner sharp enough to cut glass, soft smoky eyes, a touch of highlighter on your cheekbones, and a bold red lip that made your mouth look fuller. She even styled your hair into loose, effortless waves that framed your face perfectly.
When she finally stepped back, she let out a satisfied sigh.“Anyone would worship the ground you walk on looking like this,” she said, grinning proudly. “Trust me tonight, you’re not the stressed out art curator girl who yells at her neighbor. You’re the girl who turns heads even Heeseung won’t know what to do with himself when he sees you.”
You rolled your eyes, but a small flutter of nerves mixed with reluctant confidence settled in your stomach as you looked at your reflection. The outfit was way bolder than anything you’d normally wear, but you had to admit it looked good.
“Fine,” you muttered, smoothing down the skirt one last time. “But if I hate it, we’re leaving early and if Heeseung says one word about ‘miss morals’ in this outfit, I’m pouring a drink on him.”Yunjin laughed and linked her arm with yours. “Deal now let’s go make Sunghoon’s party unforgettable.”
You and Yunjin barely made it out of her apartment before your phone buzzed with a text from Soobin saying he was already waiting downstairs. The three of you had agreed he would drive so none of you had to worry about getting home later.
The elevator ride down felt too short. Your heart was already beating a little faster than usual partly from the unfamiliar outfit, partly from the knowledge that you were actually going to a party after surviving two brutal weeks of midterms.
The black mini skirt kept riding up slightly with every step, and you kept tugging nervously at the hem while Yunjin wouldn’t stop complimenting how good you looked.
When you stepped out of the building into the cool evening air, Soobin’s car was parked right in front, engine idling. He was leaning casually against the driver’s side, scrolling through his phone, but the moment he looked up and saw the two of you approaching, his eyes widened noticeably.
Especially when they landed on you. Soobin froze for a second, his usual calm expression cracking into pure, genuine shock. His gaze traveled slowly from your loose waves and sharp winged eyeliner, down to the sheer black shirt that subtly revealed the black bralette underneath, then to the dangerously short leather like mini skirt that made your legs look endless.
He blinked once, twice, before quickly clearing his throat and straightening up, ears turning a light shade of pink.“Wow” he said, voice a little higher than his normal soft tone. “You both look really nice like, really nice.”
Yunjin grinned triumphantly, looping her arm through yours and squeezing. “See? Told you! Even Soobin is shook, she looks hot, right?”
You felt heat creep up your neck and quickly crossed your arms over your chest, suddenly hyper aware of how different you looked from your usual oversized hoodie and jeans self.
“It’s all Yunjin’s doing. She basically held me hostage in her room until I changed. I tried to wear my normal clothes and she acted like I committed a crime.”
Soobin gave a small, shy laugh, rubbing the back of his neck as he opened the back door for both of you like the gentleman he was. “No, it really suits you, you look great tonight.” His compliment was sincere and gentle, making the awkwardness feel a little softer. “Ready to go? Sunghoon’s place isn’t too far from here.”
The car ride was filled with easy, light chatter that helped calm your nerves. Yunjin sat in the front passenger seat, already buzzing with excitement about seeing Sunghoon, while you sat in the back, occasionally tugging at your skirt and staring out the window at the passing streetlights.
Soobin kept the conversation flowing comfortably, light complaints about how brutal midterms had been, predictions about how wild the party might get, and Yunjin’s endless teasing about how
Sunghoon had “personally invited” her. Every now and then Soobin would glance at you through the rearview mirror, still looking a little flustered whenever your eyes met.
Before you knew it, Soobin was pulling up to a large off campus house that was already pulsing with loud music and flashing colored lights. Cars lined both sides of the street, and groups of people were laughing and chatting on the front lawn, red cups in hand.
The three of you climbed out of the car, and the heavy bass from inside immediately hit you like a wave. The night air smelled like a mix of cheap beer, sweet perfume, and fresh cut grass. Yunjin practically bounced on her heels with excitement as the three of you walked up the pathway toward the front door.
Sunghoon was standing right at the entrance, playing the perfect host in a simple black shirt and jeans. His sharp, handsome features broke into a warm, genuine smile the moment he spotted your group approaching.
“Hey! You guys actually made it,” he greeted cheerfully, voice carrying easily over the noise from inside. His eyes lingered on Yunjin for an extra beat, a soft grin tugging at his lips. “Yunjin, glad you came and you brought friends, nice.”
He gave Soobin a friendly nod and then turned his attention to you, eyebrows raising slightly in pleasant surprise as he took in your bold outfit. “Hey! you clean up really well. Welcome to the party, hope you guys have fun tonight.”
You managed a small, polite smile, still feeling slightly out of your element. “Thanks for inviting us.”Sunghoon handed each of you a red solo cup filled with something fruity and strong smelling a sweet cocktail that had a sharp kick of alcohol when you took your first cautious sip.
“Drinks are flowing inside help yourselves to whatever you want. There’s food in the kitchen, beer pong in the living room, and dancing. Pretty much everywhere enjoy!”
Yunjin thanked him brightly, her cheeks already a little flushed with excitement, and steered you and Soobin further into the crowded house. The interior was packed wall to wall with people.
Students were laughing loudly, dancing in the middle of the living room, playing intense games of beer pong, and making out in dimly lit corners. The music was loud but not yet overwhelming, colorful lights flashing across the walls and bodies.
For the first few minutes, the three of you stuck close together, weaving through the crowd while sipping your drinks. Soobin stayed protectively near your side, occasionally leaning down to say something quiet and reassuring whenever he noticed you looking a bit overwhelmed by the chaos.
Then you felt it. That familiar, annoying prickle on the back of your neck, like someone was watching you. You turned your head slightly, and there he was.
Heeseung was leaning casually against the wall near the staircase, a red cup dangling from his fingers. He was surrounded by a small group of his closest friends—Beomgyu laughing at something on his phone, Jake with his usual bright smile, and Jay nursing his own drink while scanning the room.
Heeseung looked effortlessly good tonight in a black button up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, exposing his toned forearms, and dark jeans that sat low on his hips. His hair was styled in that signature messy but perfect way.
The moment his dark eyes found you across the crowded room, his conversation with the guys stopped mid sentence.
His gaze dragged slowly and shamelessly down your body, taking in the short black mini skirt that hugged your hips and thighs, the sheer shirt that teased the black bralette underneath, the way the outfit accentuated your curves before snapping back up to your face.
For once, his usual cocky smirk didn’t appear instantly. Instead, there was a flash of genuine surprise, followed by something darker, more heated, and appreciative.
He pushed off the wall and started walking straight toward your group, completely ignoring whatever Beomgyu was saying behind him.
“Well, well, well,” Heeseung drawled when he was close enough, his voice cutting smoothly through the music. His eyes were still shamelessly roaming over you. “Look who decided to show up. Miss morals in a mini skirt i almost didn’t recognize you damn.”
You felt your stomach twist with that familiar mix of irritation and unwanted warmth. Before you could even open your mouth to snap back, Yunjin jumped in defensively, stepping slightly in front of you with a bright but sharp smile.
“Excuse me, Heeseung? She looks amazing, and she doesn’t need your backhanded compliments,” Yunjin said, tilting her head with fake sweetness.
“Unlike some people who only know how to throw loud parties and bring random girls over during midterms, maybe focus on your own game instead of commenting on her outfit.”
Heeseung chuckled lowly, clearly amused by Yunjin’s quick defense, but his eyes never left you. Jake, Beomgyu, and Jay were now watching the exchange from a few feet away, Beomgyu smirking like he was enjoying the show and Jake looking mildly entertained.
“Relax, Yunjin,” Heeseung replied smoothly, taking a sip from his cup. “I’m just saying that she cleaned up dangerous tonight, didn’t think our neighbor owned anything shorter than ankle length. Beomgyu, Jake, Jay back me up here. She looks good, right?”
Beomgyu grinned and raised his cup in a lazy toast. “Yeah, she do be looking fire tonight.”Jake nodded with a bright laugh. “For real, new look suits you.”Jay just shook his head with a small smile, staying quiet but clearly entertained.
You rolled your eyes, lifting your red solo cup to your lips to hide the flush creeping up your cheeks. “Don’t start with me tonight, Heeseung i’m only here for one hour, and I’d rather not spend it dealing with your nonsense.”
Heeseung tilted his head, that signature cocky smirk fully back in place now as he took another slow step closer. The way he was looking at you made the noisy room feel suddenly ten degrees warmer.
“Gonna dance tonight, or are you just here to supervise everyone else’s fun like usual, miss morals?”
You didn’t even give Heeseung the satisfaction of a proper reply. Instead, you flipped him off with a sharp middle finger, turned on your heel, and grabbed Yunjin’s arm. “Come on, let’s go.”
Yunjin laughed loudly, clearly proud of your reaction, and let you drag her deeper into the crowded house while Heeseung’s low chuckle followed behind you. Beomgyu, Jake, and Jay were already teasing him in the background, but you refused to look back.
For the first half hour, the party actually felt manageable. You stuck close to Yunjin and Soobin, sipping from your red solo cup and people watching from a quieter corner of the living room.
The music was loud, the lights flashed in rhythm with the bass, and the alcohol slowly started to loosen the tight knot of stress that midterms had left in your chest. Then Sunghoon appeared again.
He approached your group with that easy, charming smile, eyes mostly locked on Yunjin. “Hey want to dance?”Yunjin’s face lit up like he’d just offered her the moon. She turned to you quickly, squeezing your hand. “You’ll be okay for a bit, right? I’ll be right back!”
Before you could even answer, she was gone, disappearing into the sea of bodies on the dance floor with Sunghoon’s hand on her waist, now it was just you and Soobin.
You tried to keep the conversation light, but the longer you stood there, the more the party energy started to pull at you. The drink in your cup was strong and sweet, and after two weeks of pure academic hell, the idea of letting loose felt dangerously tempting.
“Fuck it,” you muttered under your breath. You downed the rest of your drink in one go, the burn sliding warmly down your throat. Then you grabbed another cup from a passing tray and started sipping again. Why not? Midterms were over. You deserved this.
Soobin noticed and raised an eyebrow, but he didn’t judge. He stayed beside you, chatting quietly, making sure you weren’t completely alone. But after a while, you started feeling guilty. He was sweet, always listening, always there and here he was babysitting you instead of enjoying the party.
“Go talk to your friends,” you told him, giving him a gentle push toward a group of guys waving at him from across the room. “Seriously, Soobin i’ll be fine, i don’t want you wasting your night stuck with me. Go have fun i’ll text you if I need anything.”
He hesitated, looking concerned, but you begged him with your best pleading eyes until he finally nodded. “Okay but stay safe, text me if anything feels off.”
Once Soobin walked away to join his friends, you let yourself drift toward the dance floor. The alcohol was hitting nicely now a warm, fuzzy buzz that made the music feel better and your body lighter.
You moved to the edge of the crowd first, swaying gently, then slowly worked your way deeper into the pulsing bodies.
You didn’t notice him at first. But Heeseung had been watching you the entire time. From the moment Yunjin disappeared with Sunghoon, his eyes had followed you. He watched you down your drinks. He watched you convince Soobin to leave.
And now he watched as you finally stepped fully onto the dance floor, hips moving to the heavy beat, the short black mini skirt riding up just enough to draw attention, the sheer shirt catching the flashing lights.
Heeseung set his cup down and started moving through the crowd toward you, slow and deliberate. When he was close enough, he didn’t just grab you like most guys would. Instead, he leaned in slightly, voice low and surprisingly respectful against the loud music.
“Hey can I dance with you?”
You turned your head, alcohol making you bold. Your eyes met his, and for once, you didn’t immediately snap at him. The buzz in your veins, the way he was looking at you like he couldn’t look away…it made something reckless spark inside you.
You nodded “Yeah okay.” Only then did Heeseung step closer. The moment he did, the space between you disappeared. His body pressed lightly against yours at first, hands hovering respectfully before you started moving together.
The music was sensual, slow and heavy, and your bodies naturally fell into rhythm. It didn’t stay innocent for long. Heeseung’s hands gradually grew bolder one sliding to your waist, the other brushing up your side, fingers grazing the sheer fabric of your shirt.
You moved closer, hips rolling against his, the short skirt brushing against his thighs. His touch grew hotter, palms sliding down to grip your hips, then slowly roaming over the curve of your ass, pulling you flush against him.
The air between you thickened. Your breathing grew heavier. Every brush of his body sent sparks through your skin. Heeseung leaned in, lips brushing the shell of your ear as he spoke, voice low. “fuck, not being able to kiss you right now is actual torture.”
The words hit you like a shot of pure heat. The alcohol, the weeks of built up tension, the way his hands felt all over your body everything crashed together in one reckless moment.
You didn’t think, you just acted. turning your head as you grabbed the front of his shirt, and crashed your lips against his.
The kiss was messy, desperate, and instantly wild. Heeseung groaned into your mouth the second your lips met, one hand flying up to cup the back of your neck while the other tightened possessively on your waist, pulling you even harder against him.
You kissed like you were angry at each other—teeth clashing, tongues sliding hot and deep, lips moving with raw hunger.
Heeseung kissed like he’d been waiting for this exact moment. His mouth was demanding, devouring, tilting your head to kiss you deeper. You moaned softly against him, fingers threading into his hair and tugging, which only made him kiss you harder.
The dance floor disappeared around you. The music faded into background noise. There was only the heat of his body, the taste of alcohol on his tongue, and the way his hands roamed greedily over your curves sliding up your back under the sheer shirt, gripping your hips, pressing you so close you could feel exactly how much he wanted you.
The makeout was crazy sloppy, passionate, breathless. You bit his lower lip, and he responded with a low growl, sucking on your tongue before kissing you even harder.
Your bodies moved together to the beat, grinding slowly while your mouths stayed locked in a heated battle.
When you finally pulled back for air, both of you were panting, lips swollen and shiny. Heeseung’s eyes were dark, pupils blown wide as he stared down at you like he wanted to devour you right there on the dance floor.
“Shit” he breathed, forehead resting against yours. “You’re going to kill me tonight.”The kiss finally broke, both of you breathing hard, lips swollen and glistening under the flashing party lights.
Heeseung’s forehead rested against yours, his hands still gripping your hips like he was afraid you’d disappear if he let go.
His eyes were dark, pupils blown with want, and the way he looked at you sent another rush of heat straight through your body.
You didn’t think. The alcohol, the weeks of hating him, the way his hands had felt all over you everything made you reckless. You leaned in closer, voice low and breathless against his ear. “Wanna go back to your apartment?”
Heeseung pulled back just enough to look at you, a dangerous smirk tugging at his swollen lips. For a split second, surprise flashed across his face, but it quickly melted into pure hunger.
“Fuck yes”
He didn’t waste another second. His hand slid down to grab yours firmly, fingers lacing tight as he started pulling you through the crowded dance floor. People moved out of the way as Heeseung cut a path toward the front door, his grip on you possessive and urgent.
You barely had time to register anything else Yunjin and Soobin were somewhere in the house, but right now, none of that mattered.The cool night air hit your flushed skin the moment you stepped outside, but it did nothing to calm the fire burning in your veins.
Heeseung’s car was parked a little down the street. He didn’t let go of your hand the entire way, and the second you reached the passenger side, he opened the door for you with surprising speed before rounding the car and sliding into the driver’s seat.
The moment the doors closed, the tension exploded again. Heeseung started the engine, but you were already growing impatient. The short drive back to your apartment building felt too long. Every red light, every stop sign made the ache between your legs worse.
You kept stealing glances at him his jaw tight, hands gripping the steering wheel, the way his shirt was slightly undone from your earlier tugging. At the third red light, you couldn’t hold it in anymore.“Fuck this,” you muttered.
Before Heeseung could react, you unbuckled your seatbelt, climbed over the center console, and straddled his lap in one swift motion. The mini skirt rode up high on your thighs as you settled on top of him, your hands immediately cupping his face as you crashed your lips back onto his.
Heeseung groaned loudly into the kiss, his hands flying to your waist to steady you. The kiss was even wilder than on the dance floor desperate, messy, all tongue and teeth. You rocked your hips against him, grinding down slowly at first, then harder, feeling him harden beneath you through his jeans.
His hands roamed greedily, one sliding up under your sheer shirt to palm your breast over the bralette, the other gripping your ass and pulling you tighter against his growing bulge.
“Shit you’re driving me crazy,” he muttered against your mouth between kisses, voice rough and wrecked.
You moaned softly, grinding down harder, the friction sending sparks through your entire body. The car windows started to fog up as you moved together, lips never leaving each other for long.
Heeseung’s tongue slid against yours, deep and filthy, while his hips bucked up to meet your movements, the steering wheel pressing into your back.
You were completely lost in him hands in his hair, tugging, lips sucking on his bottom lip, hips rolling in desperate circles when the sharp sound of honking suddenly pierced through the haze.
Once, twice, then a chorus of angry car horns blaring behind you reality crashed back in.
You pulled away from the kiss with a gasp, lips shiny and swollen, breathing ragged. The light had turned green, and the cars lined up behind you were laying on their horns, some drivers shouting out their windows.
Heeseung let out a breathless laugh, his hands still gripping your thighs tightly. His eyes were dark, hair messy from your fingers, lips red and kiss bitten.“Fuck,” he rasped, voice hoarse. “We’re gonna cause an accident if you keep this up.”
You quickly scrambled back into the passenger seat, heart pounding, cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and lingering arousal.
Your skirt was hiked up dangerously high, and you tugged it down with shaky hands while Heeseung adjusted himself in his seat, clearly struggling to focus on the road.
He shot you a heated sideways glance, smirk returning as he pressed the gas pedal.“Almost home,” he said, voice low and promising. “Try not to jump me again until we’re inside or don’t. I'm not complaining.”
The rest of the short drive was torturous. The air in the car was thick with tension, both of you stealing glances, the memory of your grinding still fresh and electric.
When Heeseung finally pulled into the parking spot outside your shared apartment building, he killed the engine and turned to you, eyes blazing.
The second you were both out of the car, he grabbed your hand again and practically dragged you toward the entrance, the promise of what was about to happen hanging heavy between you.
The second the door to Heeseung’s apartment slammed shut behind you, all restraint vanished.He had you pinned against the wood before you could even catch your breath, mouth crashing back onto yours in a filthy, open mouthed kiss.
His hands were everywhere one sliding up under your sheer shirt to palm your breast roughly, the other gripping your ass and yanking your hips flush against the hard line of his cock already straining in his jeans.
“Been thinking about this since you walked in wearing that tiny fucking skirt,” he growled against your lips, biting your bottom lip hard enough to make you moan. “Look at you acting like such a good girl all semester and now you’re begging to get fucked in my bed.”
You didn’t deny it you couldn’t. The alcohol and weeks of pent up hatred had turned into pure, desperate need. You tugged at his shirt buttons, popping a few open in your haste, and Heeseung chuckled darkly before ripping the rest off himself.
The shirt hit the floor. Yours followed a second later, then your bralette, leaving your tits exposed to the cool air of his apartment.
Heeseung’s mouth was on your neck instantly, sucking a mark right below your jaw while his hands squeezed your breasts, thumbs flicking over your nipples until they were hard and aching. “So fucking pretty when you’re needy like this,” he muttered, voice low and rough. “Bet you’re already soaked for me, huh?”
You whimpered when he shoved the mini skirt up around your waist and cupped you over your panties. His fingers pressed against the soaked fabric, rubbing slow circles over your clit.
“Shit you are dripping already.” He smirked against your throat. “Such a dirty little secret you’ve been hiding, miss morals.”
You didn’t have time to snap back. Heeseung dropped to his knees right there in the entryway, hooked your panties to the side, and buried his face between your thighs without warning. His tongue dragged a long, nasty stripe up your pussy, groaning at the taste of you.
“Oh my god—” Your head thunked back against the door as he licked and sucked like a man starved, two fingers sliding inside you easily because you were so wet.
He curled them perfectly, pumping fast while his tongue flicked mercilessly over your clit. The sounds were obscene wet, sloppy, loud and he didn’t care. He ate you like he wanted to ruin you.
You came hard on his tongue within minutes, thighs shaking, fingers yanking at his hair as you cried out his name. Heeseung didn’t stop until you were trembling and pushing at his head, then he stood up, lips shiny with your arousal, and kissed you deep so you could taste yourself.
“Bedroom now,” he ordered.
He didn’t wait for you to walk. He grabbed the back of your thighs and lifted you like you weighed nothing, carrying you down the short hallway while your legs wrapped around his waist.
Your skirt was still bunched around your hips, panties shoved to the side. You could feel his cock pressing against your soaked core with every step.
The second he kicked his bedroom door open, he dropped you onto the bed. You barely had time to bounce before he was stripping the rest of his clothes off. His jeans and boxers hit the floor and his cock sprang free—thick, hard, and already leaking at the tip.
Your mouth watered at the sight. Heeseung climbed over you, caging you in with his arms. “You want this?” he asked, voice dark, one hand stroking his cock slowly as he looked down at you. “Tell me you want it.”
“I want it,” you breathed, reaching down to wrap your hand around him. “Fuck me, Heeseung.”That was all it took.
He shoved your legs apart wider, lined himself up, and pushed in with one long, brutal thrust. You gasped at the stretch, nails digging into his shoulders as he bottomed out inside you, so deep you swore you could feel him in your stomach.
“Fuck, so tight,” he groaned, forehead dropping to yours. “Taking me so well already.”Then he started moving hard fast and filthy.
The headboard slammed against the wall with every thrust, the same wall that separated your apartments. The irony wasn’t lost on you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.
Heeseung fucked you like he’d been imagining this exact moment for months.Deep, punishing strokes that made your tits bounce and your breath hitch.
He grabbed one of your legs and hooked it over his shoulder, folding you in half so he could fuck you even deeper. The new angle made you cry out, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing through the room.
“Look at you,” he rasped, eyes locked on where his cock was disappearing inside you. “Taking every inch like a good little slut, who would’ve thought the girl next door gets this fucking nasty?”
The degradation was light, just enough to make your pussy clench harder around him. You moaned louder, hips trying to meet his thrusts.
Heeseung’s hand slid between your bodies, thumb rubbing tight circles on your clit while he pounded into you.
“Come on, baby. Come on my cock again, wanna feel you squeezing me.” You shattered for the second time, back arching, walls fluttering around his thick length as your orgasm crashed through you. Heeseung fucked you through it, hips never slowing, chasing his own release.
“Fuck— I’m close,” he growled, voice strained. “Where do you want it?” He asked, “Inside,” you gasped, still riding the high. “Come inside me.”
Heeseung cursed loudly, thrusting a few more brutal times before he buried himself to the hilt and came hard. You felt every pulse, every hot spurt filling you up as he groaned your name against your neck, hips jerking through the aftershocks.
For a moment the only sounds were both of you breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat.
Heeseung stayed inside you for a long minute, forehead pressed to yours, before he finally pulled out slowly. A trickle of his cum leaked out of you onto the sheets, and he watched it with dark, satisfied eyes then collapsed beside you.
Instead of pulling away, Heeseung immediately reached for you. He wrapped one strong arm around your waist and tugged you against his chest, your back flush to his front in a tight, warm hug. His other hand gently pulled the duvet up over both of you, cocooning your naked bodies in soft warmth.
You were still sticky with sweat and cum, thighs trembling, but the way he held you possessive yet surprisingly gentle made something soft flutter in your chest despite everything.
Heeseung pressed a lazy kiss to the back of your shoulder, his breath warm against your skin.“Stay,” he murmured, voice already thick with sleep as he tightened his arm around you. “Just stay.”
Exhausted, fucked out, and strangely comforted by his warmth, you let your eyes drift shut. His steady heartbeat against your back and the heavy duvet wrapped around you lulled you quickly into sleep, safe in Heeseung’s arms for the night.
ꪆ୧ ─── ドラマ. next morning !
The first thing you registered was the pounding in your head. Your eyes fluttered open slowly, the dim light filtering through unfamiliar curtains making everything feel hazy. The digital clock on the nightstand glowed red 4:28 a.m.
Your mouth was dry, throat scratchy, and a dull throb pulsed behind your temples the unmistakable aftermath of too many drinks and not nearly enough sleep. You shifted slightly under the heavy duvet, and that’s when you felt it.
A warm, solid body pressed against your back. An arm draped heavily over your waist, holding you close skin against skin. The faint scent of cologne, sweat, and something distinctly masculine filled your senses.
Your heart slammed against your ribs. Memories from last night crashed over you like ice water.
The party, the red solo cup dancing. Heeseung’s hands all over your body on the dance floor. The reckless invitation. The car ride where you’d climbed into his lap like you had no shame.
The way he’d pinned you against his door, dropped to his knees in the entryway, fucked you hard on his bed until you were crying out his name. The filthy sounds. The way he’d filled you up. The way he’d pulled you against his chest afterward, hugging you tight under the duvet as you both drifted off.
You had fucked Lee Heeseung
You had fucked your loud, cocky, insufferable neighbor the basketball captain you’d spent months complaining about, the one who called you “Miss Morals” like it was the funniest joke in the world.
Mortification burned hot through your entire body. Your stomach twisted violently. What the hell had you been thinking? The alcohol had stripped away every ounce of common sense, and now you were lying naked in his bed, his cum still faintly sticky between your thighs, his arm wrapped around you like you belonged there.
Heeseung was still sound asleep behind you, breathing deep and even, his chest rising and falling steadily against your back. His face was relaxed in sleep no smirk, no cocky grin but you knew the second he woke up, everything would change.
He would never let you live this down. The teasing would be relentless. “Miss morals” would turn into something far worse. He’d smirk every time he saw you in the hallway, make dirty little comments about how loud you’d been, how desperate you’d sounded begging for him.
The walls between your apartments were thin he’d probably bring it up every time you complained about his noise again. Your life next door would become a living hell.You couldn’t stay here.
Panic clawed up your throat. You had to leave before he woke up. Before this became real. Before he opened his eyes and looked at you with that knowing, satisfied smirk.
Carefully, so carefully, you lifted his arm from your waist. He stirred slightly but didn’t wake, murmuring something incoherent under his breath. Your heart hammered as you slowly slid out from under the duvet, the cool air hitting your naked skin and raising goosebumps.
You moved like a ghost around his room, gathering your scattered clothes as quietly as possible. Your sheer black shirt, the black bralette, the dangerously short mini skirt, your panties all crumpled on the floor where they’d been tossed in the heat of the moment.
You dressed as fast as you could, fingers trembling as you buttoned the sheer shirt and tugged the mini skirt down your thighs. Your hair was a mess, makeup probably smudged, but you didn’t care. You just needed to get out.
Barefoot, shoes in hand, you tiptoed toward the bedroom door. Every creak of the floorboards felt deafening. You glanced back once at Heeseung still asleep, one arm now stretched across the empty space where you’d been, dark hair messy against the pillow.
A strange, unwelcome pang twisted in your chest, but you shoved it down hard. This never happened.
You slipped out of his bedroom, quietly closing the door behind you. The living room was dark and silent. You navigated through the unfamiliar space, heart racing, until you reached the front door. The lock clicked softly as you turned it.
The hallway was empty and dimly lit when you stepped outside. The cool air felt like freedom. You didn’t even bother putting your shoes on yet you just hurried the few steps to your own apartment door next door, fumbling with your keys until they finally slid into the lock.
The moment you were inside, you locked the door behind you, leaned against it, and slid down to the floor, breathing hard.
Your body still ached in the best and worst ways. Thighs sore, a faint bruise forming on your hip from his grip, the ghost of his touch lingering everywhere. You could still feel him inside you, still taste the heat of his mouth.
You buried your face in your hands, mortified beyond words. What had you done?You had slept with the one person you couldn’t stand and now you had to live right next door to him, pretending it never happened.
Because if Heeseung ever found out you’d run away like this, the teasing would only get worse much, much worse. You spent the rest of that early morning in a haze of denial.
Your phone vibrated then again. You reached for it with a heavy sigh, squinting at the bright screen.
yunjin ( 3 new messages )
yunjin : babe where did u go?? one second u were dancing and then u disappeared 😭
yunjin : sunghoon said he saw u leave with someone?? pls tell me ur okay
yunjin : im worried call me when u wake up!!
soobin ( 4 new messages )
soobin : hey, you okay? you left pretty suddenly last night without telling both of us yunjin’s freaking out a bit
soobin : let me know if you got home safe
soobin : if you need anything or want to talk, i’m here no pressure
soobin : hope you’re resting well ❤️
You stared at the messages, throat tightening. The kindness in Soobin’s texts and Yunjin’s worried energy made fresh tears prick at your eyes. They had no idea what you had done. No idea you had spent the night in Heeseung’s bed, letting him touch you, kiss you, fuck you like you’d lost all common sense.
You typed back with trembling fingers, keeping it short and vague
you : got home safe, just drank too much and needed to leave early sorry for worrying you guys i’m okay, just tired talk later ❤️
You sent it and immediately turned your phone on silent, burying your face in your hands the memories wouldn’t stop replaying. Heeseung’s hands on your hips, his mouth on your neck. The way he had groaned your name when he came inside you.
How safe and warm his arms had felt when he pulled you under the duvet afterward. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to push it all away this never happened.
After sliding down your front door and sitting on the cold floor for what felt like hours, you finally dragged yourself to the shower.
You scrubbed your skin until it was raw, trying to wash away every trace of Heeseung his scent, his touch, the sticky evidence of what you’d done between your thighs. The hot water did nothing to erase the soreness or the vivid flashbacks that kept playing on loop in your head.
By the time the sun came up, you had made a decision this never happened. You would bury it so deep that even you would start to believe it. No one needed to know. Not Yunjin, not Soobin, not even yourself on most days.
You would go back to normal go to classes, focus on your art curator projects, complain about the noise next door like always. And most importantly, you would avoid Lee Heeseung at all costs.
ꪆ୧ ─── ドラマ. flashback !
Heeseung stepped out of his apartment with a half empty water bottle in hand, planning to grab the last box from his car before the evening practice. The hallway was quiet until it wasn’t.
A girl came rushing around the corner, arms overloaded with a massive cardboard box that completely blocked her line of sight. She collided straight into his chest with a startled gasp.
The box flew out of her hands and crashed to the floor, spilling books, notebooks, and what looked like art supplies everywhere across the hallway carpet. Heeseung instinctively reached out and grabbed her arms to keep her from stumbling backward.
She looked up at him, flushed and clearly annoyed, strands of hair falling across her face from the chaotic move. She was pretty, sharp eyes, determined expression the kind of girl who didn’t seem impressed by campus status.
A smirk tugged at his lips before he could stop it.“Easy there, neighbor,” he drawled, voice laced with amusement. “You always run into people like you’re trying to tackle them, or am I just lucky?”
She blinked, then quickly crouched down to gather her scattered belongings, avoiding his gaze.“Sorry,” she muttered, tone tight and clipped. “Didn’t see you.”
Heeseung crouched down as well, picking up a thick book on museum curation that had slid toward his foot. He turned it over in his hands, raising an eyebrow.“Art stuff, huh?” he asked casually. “You moving in next door?”
“Yeah just today,” she replied shortly, snatching the book back from him with a little more force than necessary.
He stood up first and leaned against the wall, arms crossing over his chest as he watched her struggle to reorganize everything into the box. Most girls would have smiled, maybe even recognized him as the basketball captain.
This one? She looked like she already wanted nothing to do with him.“I’m Heeseung,” he said, flashing his most charming grin. “Lee Heeseung, your new neighbor. Need help carrying that? Looks heavy.” He offered,
“I’m good thanks,” she answered without even looking up, standing quickly and slinging the tote over her shoulder.
Heeseung didn’t move out of the way. Instead, he tilted his head, studying her with open curiosity. There was something refreshing about her indifference that it made him want to push a little harder.
“Just so you know,” he added, voice dropping into a teasing tone, “The walls here are pretty thin, try not to be too loud when you’re studying or doing whatever it is, serious art curator girls do at night.”Her eyes finally snapped up to his, narrowing with clear irritation.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” she said flatly. “And maybe you can try keeping your parties down some people actually have to study to pass their classes.”
Heeseung let out a low, genuine laugh that echoed down the empty hallway. She had bite and he liked that.
“Welcome to the building, miss morals,” he called after her as she turned toward her door, the nickname slipping out naturally. She didn’t respond. She fumbled with her keys, unlocked her apartment, and slipped inside without another word, the door shutting with a firm click.
Heeseung stood there for a moment longer, still grinning to himself. The girl next door already hated him, and he hadn’t even thrown his first party yet. This was going to be interesting.
The gym echoed with the sharp squeak of sneakers and the rhythmic bounce of basketballs. Afternoon practice was in full swing, but during a water break, Heeseung leaned against the bleachers, towel draped over his shoulders, a cocky grin already plastered on his face.
Jay tossed him a bottle of water. “You look way too happy for someone who just ran suicides.”Heeseung laughed, taking a long sip before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Can’t help it ran into the new neighbor again this morning.”
Beomgyu perked up immediately, spinning the ball on his finger. “The girl next door? The one who already hates your guts?”
“miss morals herself,” Heeseung confirmed, his smirk widening. “I was just leaving for practice when she came out, i told her the walls are thin and she should try not to be too loud at night. You should’ve seen her face, she looked like she wanted to throw her coffee at me.”
Jake, who was stretching nearby, let out a loud laugh. “Dude, you’re obsessed! that’s like the third time this week you’ve mentioned her.”
“I’m not obsessed,” Heeseung shot back, but his grin betrayed him. “It’s just too easy. She gets so worked up over the smallest things. Last week I had a couple of people over, nothing crazy and she banged on my door at midnight like the apartment was on fire, called me an entitled asshole who only passes because ‘daddy pays for everything.’”
The group burst into laughter. Sunghoon shook his head, amused. “She’s got balls, most girls on campus would be throwing themselves at you the second they find out you’re the captain.”
“Exactly,” Heeseung said, tossing the towel aside. “That’s what makes it fun, she doesn’t give a single fuck who I am. No flirty smiles, no asking for tickets to games, nothing. She just glares at me like I personally ruined her life by existing next door it’s hilarious.”
Beomgyu grinned mischievously. “So what’s your plan? Keep annoying her until she moves out?”
“Nah,” Heeseung replied, bouncing the ball once. “I’m just getting started, next time the music’s on, I might turn it up a little louder to see how long it takes before she comes marching over again. Bet she’ll have that cute little angry face on.”
Jake, who had been quietly listening while stretching his hamstrings, suddenly straightened up with a knowing look.“Don’t you think you’re in love with her or something?” he asked casually, but loud enough for the whole group to hear.
The gym went quiet for half a second before the guys exploded with laughter and teasing whistles. Heeseung nearly choked on his water. “What the fuck, Jake?”
Jake shrugged, completely unfazed. “Think about it, she’s literally the only girl who doesn’t give a shit about you no ego stroking, no chasing after the basketball star. She treats you like any other annoying neighbor and instead of leaving her alone, you keep poking at her like a kid with a new toy. That sounds like a crush to me.”
“Bullshit,” Heeseung scoffed, but his ears turned slightly red. He dribbled the ball harder than necessary, trying to play it cool. “I’m not in love with her, she’s just entertaining. It's fun watching her get all riled up, that’s it.”
Jay raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Sure ‘Entertaining.’ that’s why you bring her up every single practice.”
“Exactly,” Jake added with a grin. “If she suddenly started being nice to you, you’d probably be bored in a week but because she ignores you and calls you out, you can’t stop thinking about her.”
Heeseung pointed the ball at Jake threateningly, though his smirk was fighting to stay hidden. “Keep talking and I’ll make you run extra laps, Sim.”
The team laughed again, but Jake just held up his hands in surrender, still smiling. “I’m just saying, man. One day you’re gonna realize you’re not annoying her because it’s funny, you’re doing it because you like the way she fights back.”
Heeseung rolled his eyes and turned away, dribbling the ball toward the court to end the conversation. But as practice resumed and he sank a clean three pointer, Jake’s words lingered in the back of his mind longer than he wanted to admit.
Maybe there was a tiny bit of truth to it. Or maybe he just really, really enjoyed getting on your nerves.
The laughter from the team slowly died down as practice resumed. Heeseung shook off Jake’s teasing comment, channeling the slight irritation into sharper shots. He sank another clean three pointer, the ball swishing through the net with satisfying precision.
For a few minutes, the court felt like the only place where everything made sense no annoying neighbors, no complicated feelings, just the game. Then the gym doors swung open with a loud bang.
Everyone turned as a tall, sharply dressed man in a tailored coat strode in, his presence immediately sucking the casual energy out of the room. Coach paused mid instruction, nodding respectfully.
Heeseung’s stomach dropped the moment he recognized the figure his father. Mr. Lee didn’t smile. He never did when he showed up unannounced like this. His eyes scanned the court with cold calculation, lingering on Heeseung with clear disapproval.
“Take five, boys,” Coach called out, sensing the shift in atmosphere. Heeseung wiped the sweat from his brow and walked over, jaw already tight. “Dad what are you doing here?”Mr. Lee stopped a few feet away, arms folded behind his back. His voice was low but carried easily across the quiet gym.
“I came to see if my son is actually putting in the work that’s supposed to get him into the NBA,” he said flatly. “From what I’ve been hearing, it doesn’t look like it.”Heeseung’s friends lingered nearby, pretending to drink water but clearly listening.
“I’ve been at every practice,” Heeseung replied, keeping his tone even. “Coach said my shooting percentage is up this week—”
“Don’t make excuses,” his father cut him off sharply. “Your brother Heedo was never this distracted at your age, he was laser focused top scorer captainfull ride to the best program in the country. And you? You’re out here laughing with your little friends during water breaks, probably thinking about parties and girls instead of the game.”
Heeseung’s grip tightened on the basketball until his knuckles turned white.“I’m not distracted,” he said through gritted teeth. Mr.Lee stepped closer, voice dropping into that familiar, cutting tone that always found its mark.
“You’re good for nothing if you can’t even focus on what matters. All that talent wasted because you’d rather play around and act like some campus king. You think the scouts care about your popularity? they don’t, you will never be enough if you keep this up and you will certainly never be better than your brother.”
The words landed like punches. Heedo — the golden child. The one who had already made it pro overseas. The one their father never stopped comparing him to.Heeseung’s jaw clenched so hard it ached. He wanted to snap back, to defend himself, but years of this had taught him it was useless. His father never listened.
Mr. Lee straightened his coat, expression unchanging. “Fix it or don’t bother coming home for the holidays, i didn’t raise a failure.”Without waiting for a reply, he turned and walked out of the gym, the heavy doors swinging shut behind him with a final, echoing thud. The silence that followed was uncomfortable.
Heeseung stood there for a moment, staring at the floor, chest tight with anger and something heavier he refused to name. The team slowly went back to practice, but the energy had shifted. Jake shot him a concerned look, but Heeseung ignored it, dribbling the ball harder than necessary as he moved back onto the court.
Inside, the familiar bitterness churned.His father’s words echoed louder than any cheering crowd ever could. You will never be enough. You will never be better than your brother. Heeseung sank another shot, but this time it didn’t feel satisfying.
All he could think about was how easy it was to annoy the girl next door because at least when she glared at him and called him an entitled asshole, he felt something other than this hollow, crushing weight.
The heavy gym doors swung shut behind Mr. Lee, leaving an awkward silence in his wake. The team tried to resume practice, but the atmosphere had soured.
Heeseung stood frozen for a few seconds, staring at the spot where his father had been. The familiar sting of those words good for nothing, never enough, never better than your brother settled heavy in his chest like lead.
Jake jogged over, clapping a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, man don’t let him get to you, your dad’s always been like that you’re killing it out here.”
“Yeah,” Beomgyu added, spinning the ball on his finger. “Ignore him, you’re the one who’s gonna make it to the NBA, not Heedo.” Jay nodded. “Come on, let’s run some more plays we’ll crush the next game.”Heeseung forced a half smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Yeah sure.”
He went through the motions for the rest of practice dribbling, shooting, defending but he was quiet. No cocky jokes no teasing his teammates no loud laughter. Every time someone tried to pull him into conversation or hype him up after a good play, he gave short, one word replies and kept his head down. The usual spark was gone.
Even Coach noticed, shooting him concerned glances but saying nothing.The moment practice officially ended, Heeseung grabbed his bag and left first, ignoring the calls from his friends asking if he wanted to grab food. He needed air. He needed to get away from the echoes of his father’s voice.
He walked aimlessly for a while, the cool evening air doing little to clear his head. Eventually, his feet carried him toward the small café just off campus the one with decent coffee and quiet corners where he sometimes went to think.He pushed open the door, the bell jingling softly, and scanned the room out of habit and then he saw you.
You were sitting alone at a corner table near the window, surrounded by textbooks, notes, and your laptop. Your hair was tied up messily, a pen between your teeth as you frowned at something on the screen. You looked focused serious and annoyingly cute in that concentrated way of yours.
A small, familiar spark ignited in his chest the one that always appeared whenever he spotted you. Before he could think better of it, Heeseung walked straight over and slid into the seat across from you without asking.You looked up, startled at first, then your expression quickly shifted into pure annoyance.
“What the hell are you doing here?” you asked, voice sharp but low enough not to disturb the other customers. You closed your laptop slightly, glaring at him. “This is my table, go sit somewhere else.”
Heeseung leaned back in the chair, crossing his arms, that signature smirk slowly returning despite the heavy weight still sitting in his stomach. Seeing your irritated face felt lighter somehow. Easier than dealing with everything else.
“Relax, miss morals,” he said, voice teasing. “I’m not here to ruin your precious study time. Just saw you and thought I’d say hi to my favorite neighbor.”
You rolled your eyes so hard it was almost impressive. “Favorite? We barely tolerate each other and I’m trying to work unlike some people who can afford to slack off because ‘daddy can pay for everything.’”
The jab should’ve stung more, especially after his father’s visit, but instead it made Heeseung’s smirk widen. There, it was that fire. That complete lack of care for who he was or what people usually said to him. You didn’t tiptoe around him. You didn’t try to impress him. You just called him out.
It felt strangely nice. Not in a romantic way, just refreshing ( liar liar liar he is totally in love with her ) He leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on the table. “Ouch straight for the throat today. What are you working on that’s got you so grumpy? Another museum thing? Planning to curate an exhibit called ‘Why Heeseung Should Shut Up’?”
You gave him a flat look, clearly not amused. “It’s for my capstone project and yes, if it helps keep loud neighbors quiet, I might include a whole section on it.”
Heeseung chuckled softly, the sound genuine even if it was quiet. For the first time since his dad had shown up, the tight knot in his chest loosened just a fraction. He realized something in that moment. Your company wasn’t bad.
In fact, sitting here watching you get all annoyed and snappy at him felt better than sitting alone with his father’s words ringing in his head. It was simple predictable in the best way. You gave him a reaction real, unfiltered and for a few minutes, it made everything else fade into the background.
He loved annoying you. Not because he wanted to hurt you but because when you pushed back, it reminded him he was still here. Still capable of feeling something other than pressure and disappointment.
“Fine,” he said, raising his hands in mock surrender, though he made no move to leave. “I’ll behave for now but only if you tell me what that exhibit is actually about.” You narrowed your eyes suspiciously, clearly debating whether to kick him out or just ignore him. Heeseung waited, smirk still in place, secretly hoping you’d keep arguing with him a little longer.
ꪆ୧ ─── ドラマ. heeseung’s pov !
Heeseung woke up to a heavy, unfamiliar silence.
His eyes opened slowly, the soft gray morning light filtering through the curtains. His body felt sore in places that reminded him immediately of last night a dull ache in his shoulders, the faint stickiness between the sheets, the faint scent of sex still hanging in the air.
He turned his head to the side the bed was empty. The spot where you had been lying was cold, the pillow slightly dented but untouched now. No clothes scattered on the floor no shoes by the door nothing.
Heeseung sat up slowly, rubbing his face with both hands. The memories came back in quiet, unflinching flashes the party you in that short black skirt.The heated dancing that turned into something reckless.The desperate makeout in his car while horns blared behind you.
How he’d carried you inside, how urgently you both had moved against each other against the door, then on this bed.The way you had moaned his name.The way he had finished inside you.
And how, afterward, he had pulled you close under the duvet, your back against his chest, both of you falling asleep in silence.
Now you were gone. He glanced at the clock. 7:23 a.m. You must have woken up in a panic sometime in the early hours and slipped out while he was still asleep. The realization settled in his stomach like a stone heavy, uncomfortable, and strangely final.
Heeseung let out a long, tired breath and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. He sat there for a moment, elbows on his knees, staring at the floor. This was a mistake, a stupid, drunken mistake.
You had always made it clear how much you couldn’t stand him. The constant complaints about his noise, the glares in the hallway, the way you called him entitled behind his back.
Last night had been nothing more than too much alcohol and bad judgment on both sides. You waking up and running away only confirmed it.He didn’t blame you. If anything, he felt a quiet wave of regret wash over him. He should have known better.
He should have stopped things before they went that far. Now things between you two were already tense, this was going to be even more awkward.
Heeseung stood up and walked to the bathroom. While the shower heated up, he looked at himself in the mirror. There were faint scratch marks on his shoulders and a small bruise near his collarbone. Physical proof that last night had really happened.
He stepped under the hot water, letting it run over his face and shoulders. It never happened, he told himself. That was the only way forward.He would forget about it. Pretend the entire night was a blur he couldn’t quite remember.
No teasing no comments in the hallway no bringing it up ever again. You clearly wanted to erase it, and honestly so did he. The last thing he needed right now was more complications in his life especially with someone who lived right next door.
After the shower, he got dressed in a simple black t-shirt and sweatpants. He made coffee in the kitchen, moving on autopilot. The apartment felt too quiet now.
Heeseung leaned against the counter, sipping the bitter drink, and stared at the wall that separated his place from yours.From now on, things would go back to normal. You would keep avoiding him like you always did.
He would keep his music at a reasonable volume when he remembered. And neither of you would ever speak about what happened last night. It was better this way, cleaner and simpler.
He finished his coffee, rinsed the mug, and set it in the sink. Last night was a mistake and as far as Heeseung was concerned, it was already forgotten.
For the next two weeks, you turned your life into a carefully orchestrated mission of avoidance while your body slowly started betraying you in ways you couldn’t ignore. The mantra remained the same this never happened.
Every morning began the same way. Your alarm went off at 6:15 a.m., pulling you from restless sleep. The moment you sat up, a familiar wave of nausea rolled through your stomach, not violent, but persistent and queasy, making the room feel slightly off balance.
You’d sit on the edge of the bed for a few minutes, breathing slowly through your nose, waiting for it to pass. Some mornings it did. Others, you’d rush to the bathroom and dry heave over the sink, nothing coming up except bitter bile and a metallic taste that lingered on your tongue.
Once the worst of it subsided, you’d quickly get ready, choosing simple, comfortable clothes that wouldn’t draw attention. Then came the listening part. You’d press your ear to the front door, heart beating a little too fast, straining to hear any sound from Heeseung’s apartment next door.
If you caught even the faintest click of his lock or the low murmur of his voice on a phone call, you’d wait sometimes ten minutes, sometimes twenty pretending to reorganize your bag or check your notes until the hallway was silent again.
Leaving became a tactical exercise. You slipped out as quietly as possible, taking the side staircase instead of the main hallway whenever you spotted his car in the parking lot. The fatigue hit hardest during these moments.
Your legs felt heavier than usual, and by the time you reached campus, you were already drained, needing to sit down in the library for a few minutes just to catch your breath. Coming home was even more stressful.
You started timing your returns obsessively. If practice usually ended around 6 p.m., you’d stay late at the library or in an empty classroom, working on your capstone exhibition proposal until you were sure Heeseung was either out with friends or already inside. One evening, the dizziness caught you off guard.
You had just turned the corner into your hallway when the world tilted slightly. You had to lean against the wall, breathing shallowly, while a strong wave of nausea made your stomach churn.
The faint scent of someone’s dinner cooking nearby sent you rushing the last few steps to your door. The moment you got inside, you barely made it to the toilet before vomiting actual, forceful vomiting that left you trembling on the cold tile floor.
You told yourself it was stress. The constant hyper vigilance. The lack of proper sleep. The emotional weight of pretending that night had never occurred. But the symptoms kept creeping in, growing harder to dismiss.
Smells became your enemy. The aroma of coffee from the café near campus, which you used to love, now made your stomach revolt. You switched to plain crackers and ginger tea, keeping a secret stash in your bag.
Even the scent of your own shampoo sometimes triggered a gag reflex. Food tasted strange too salty, too sweet, or completely off. You lost interest in meals altogether, surviving on small portions that you could keep down.
The fatigue settled deep in your bones. You’d come home from classes, collapse on the couch, and wake up hours later feeling like you hadn’t rested at all.
Your breasts felt tender and slightly swollen, brushing against your shirt making you wince. Mood swings hit at random. One minute you were focused on your work, the next you felt inexplicably teary or irritable. All of this made the avoidance even more draining.
One Thursday night, your timing failed you had stayed late at the library, hoping Heeseung would already be inside. When you finally dragged your tired body back to the building, the hallway lights felt blindingly bright.
Just as you reached your door, fumbling with your keys, you heard the unmistakable click of his lock opening.Panic surged through you. Your hands shook so badly that the keys nearly dropped. You managed to slip inside just as his door opened, pressing your back against the wood, heart hammering wildly.
You held your breath, listening to his footsteps pass by. The moment they faded, the nausea hit like a wave. You barely made it to the bathroom before throwing up again, knees weak, tears stinging your eyes from the force of it.
Afterward, you sat on the bathroom floor with your forehead resting on your knees, breathing shakily. This was getting worse.You were exhausted from the constant calculation when to leave, when to return, which route to take, how long to wait in the stairwell. The thin wall between your apartments felt like a constant threat.
You’d hear him moving around sometimes. The low sound of his music ( mercifully quieter these days ), the murmur of his voice when he was on the phone, the occasional laugh. Every sound made your stomach twist with anxiety and unwelcome memories.
You became hyper aware of everything. You avoided cooking anything with strong smells. You did laundry at 2 a.m. when you were sure he was asleep. You even changed the time you took showers, worried the sound of running water might coincide with him coming home.
Yunjin and Soobin noticed the changes. “You’ve been canceling plans a lot,” Yunjin said during one quick lunch. “And you look really tired, are you sure you’re okay?”
“I’m fine,” you lied, forcing a weak smile while fighting the nausea brought on by the smell of her food. “Just stressed about the capstone deadline it’s taking everything out of me.”
Soobin watched you quietly, concern clear in his eyes, but he didn’t push. Inside your apartment, the symptoms continued to build.
Mornings were brutal. You’d wake up with tender breasts and that persistent queasy feeling. Some days the vomiting was so bad you had to keep a small bucket discreetly by your bed.
The fatigue made it hard to focus during lectures. You'd find yourself zoning out, head heavy, fighting the urge to lay your head on the desk. Yet you refused to connect the dots .It’s just stress, you told yourself repeatedly. The avoidance the guilt the lack of sleep.
You pushed through, continuing your careful dance of avoidance. You timed every exit and entry with military precision. You became an expert at predicting Heeseung’s schedule ( she should become a dispatch employee )
You kept your headphones on to drown out any sound from next door. You buried yourself in your art curator work, sketching exhibition layouts late into the night until your eyes burned.Two full weeks passed in this strange limbo.
You were pale, exhausted, and constantly on edge. The nausea came in unpredictable waves. The fatigue made simple tasks feel monumental. And the fear of accidentally seeing Heeseung in the hallway kept you trapped in this self imposed isolation.
Deep down, a small, terrified voice in the back of your mind whispered that something was very wrong. But you silenced it the same way you silenced every memory of that night this never happened.
You would keep avoiding him. You would keep pretending everything was normal.Even as your body screamed louder and louder that nothing was normal anymore.
One ordinary afternoon, everything shifted. You were sitting in the small campus café with Yunjin and Soobin, the three of you squeezed around a corner table. Yunjin was dramatically slumped in her chair, one hand pressed to her lower stomach, complaining loudly.
“Ugh, my period is literally killing me today,” she groaned, stirring her iced latte with a pout. “Cramps are so bad, I can barely sit straight why does it always hit the worst during the worst season? I swear my uterus hates me.”
Soobin chuckled softly, offering her a sympathetic smile. “Do you want me to grab you some painkillers from the convenience store?” You tried to smile and nod along, but the words barely registered.
Her period is killing her…..
The sentence echoed in your head like a siren your own period. You mentally counted the days. It should have come a full week ago. Seven days late. Maybe more.
You had been so caught up in avoiding Heeseung, dealing with the constant nausea, fatigue, and vomiting that you hadn’t even noticed the date slipping by. Your heart started beating faster.
You pulled out your phone under the table and quietly opened your cycle tracking app. The screen glowed with the familiar calendar. A bright red notification stared back at you
period : 7 days late
You stared at the words until they blurred. No no, no, no. You tried to push the thought away immediately. It had to be stress. The irregular sleep, the constant anxiety of avoiding Heeseung, the vomiting all of it could easily throw your cycle off. That was normal right?
But then the symptoms started flashing through your mind like warning lights. The persistent nausea every morning. The vomiting that left you weak on the bathroom floor. The crushing fatigue that made it hard to stay awake in lectures.
The dizziness, sensitivity to smells, tender, swollen breasts. Your stomach dropped, could you be pregnant?
The word felt foreign and terrifying in your head. No. Absolutely not. You wouldn’t get pregnant from one night. One reckless, stupid night. People had unprotected sex all the time and nothing happened.
You were on the pill…wait, were you? You had been so stressed with midterms that you couldn’t even remember if you had taken it properly that week. The thought made bile rise in your throat again.
Across the table, Yunjin and Soobin were still talking something about upcoming assignments and a group project. Their voices sounded far away, like you were underwater.You couldn’t focus on a single word they were saying. Your mind was spinning, heart pounding so hard you were sure they could hear it.
Yunjin waved a hand in front of your face. “Hello? Earth to you! you’ve been spacing out the entire time are you okay?”You blinked, forcing yourself back to the present. Your mouth felt dry.
“I—yeah, sorry just tired,” you mumbled. “Guys, I think I’m gonna head home early today my head’s killing me.”Soobin frowned, concern clear in his eyes. “Do you want me to walk you back?”“No, it’s fine,” you said quickly, already standing up and grabbing your bag. “I’ll text you later promise.”
You left the café before they could protest, walking fast, then almost jogging once you were out of sight. The nausea was back, stronger now, mixing with pure terror. Your hands were shaking as you headed straight for the small convenience store two blocks away.
Inside the store, you felt like every camera was watching you. You moved quickly through the aisles, heart hammering, until you found the family planning section. There were several pregnancy test kits.
You grabbed the most reliable looking one with trembling fingers, not even reading the brand properly. The cashier gave you a neutral look as you paid, but you couldn’t meet her eyes.
Bag clutched tightly to your chest, you practically ran the entire way back to your apartment building. You took the side stairs again, praying Heeseung wasn’t around. The moment you were inside your own apartment, you locked the door twice and leaned against it, breathing hard.
You pulled the kit out of the bag with shaking hands. The box felt heavy dangerous. You read the instructions carefully, twice. Pee on the stick. Wait three minutes. One line = not pregnant. Two lines = pregnant simple but terrifying.
You went to the bathroom, heart pounding so loudly it echoed in your ears. You followed every step exactly, hands trembling so badly you almost dropped the test. When you were done, you placed the stick on the counter and set a timer on your phone three minutes.
You paced the small bathroom, arms wrapped tightly around yourself. Every second felt like an hour. The nausea was back, but this time it had nothing to do with morning sickness. It was pure fear.
What if it was positive?
What if you were actually pregnant with Heeseung’s baby?
The thought made your knees weak. You slid down the wall until you were sitting on the cold tile floor, staring at the test on the counter like it was a bomb about to go off.The timer was still counting down.
Two minutes left. You hugged your knees to your chest, eyes fixed on the small plastic stick that now, held your entire future in two little lines. You were so scared.
The timer on your phone hit zero with a soft chime that felt deafening in the small bathroom. You stayed frozen on the cold tile floor for several long seconds, knees drawn to your chest, staring at the pregnancy test lying face up on the counter like it was a live grenade.
Slowly, you pushed yourself up on shaky legs and stepped closer. One line was already dark and clear the control line. The second line was faint at first, but unmistakable. A pale pink line slowly darkening right beside the first one.
two lines = positive
You blinked hard, once, twice, as if the result would magically change if you stared long enough.“No…” you whispered, voice cracking. “No, that can’t be right.”Denial crashed over you like a wave. You snatched the test off the counter and held it closer to the light, turning it at different angles. Maybe it was a faulty test.
Maybe the line was an evaporation line. Maybe you had read the instructions wrong. You grabbed the box again and reread the instructions three more times, your hands trembling so badly the paper shook.
But no matter how many times you checked, the two lines stared back at you, clear and undeniable. It was positive. You were pregnant. The reality slammed into you all at once.
Your knees buckled. You sank back down to the bathroom floor, the test still clutched tightly in your hand. A sob tore out of your throat before you could stop it. Hot tears spilled down your cheeks as the full weight of what this meant crashed over you.
You were pregnant with Heeseung’s baby. The boy you couldn’t stand. The neighbor you had spent months avoiding. The one person you had sworn to pretend never touched you.
A broken sound escaped you half sob, half laugh of pure disbelief. Your free hand moved instinctively to your stomach, pressing lightly against the still flat surface. There was a life growing inside you right now. A tiny, real consequence of one reckless, drunken night.
The crying came harder. You curled in on yourself, forehead resting on your knees as sobs wracked your body. All the symptoms you had tried to blame on stress the nausea, the vomiting, the fatigue, the dizziness suddenly made perfect, terrifying sense.
You were going to have a baby. And the father was the last person on earth you wanted to be tied to. After several long minutes, the tears slowed, leaving you drained and hollow. You wiped your face with the back of your hand, staring blankly at the two pink lines.
You made a decision right there on the bathroom floor. You were not telling Heeseung anything, not a single word.He didn’t need to know. He would never know. Telling him would only make everything worse the teasing, the drama, the forced proximity, the endless complications with someone you already couldn’t stand.
You could barely handle living next door to him as it was. Bringing a child into that mess was unthinkable. This was your problem. Your body, your choice. You would handle it quietly. You would get rid of it.The thought made fresh tears sting your eyes, but you forced them back. There was no other option.
You were still in school, chasing your dream of becoming an art curator. Your life was barely stable right now. A baby, especially one with Heeseung as the father would ruin everything.
You stayed on the floor for a long time, clutching the test, letting the weight of the decision settle over you.
Eventually, you stood up on unsteady legs. You wrapped the test in toilet paper and hid it deep in the trash can under some tissues. You washed your face with cold water until the redness in your eyes faded a little.
You looked at your reflection pale, exhausted, terrified and whispered to yourself “This never happened.” You would schedule an. appointment. You would end this quietly.You would move on with your life and never speak of that night again.
But as you turned off the bathroom light and stepped into your silent apartment, the weight in your chest felt heavier than ever. You were pregnant. And for the first time since that night, the wall between you and Heeseung felt like it was closing in.
The decision sat heavy in your chest like a stone. You weren’t going to tell Heeseung. You were going to end this quietly and move on with your life. The very next morning, you tried to make the appointment.
You sat on your bed with your laptop open, hands shaking as you searched for clinics near campus that offered termination services. Your stomach was already churning with nausea again, but you forced yourself to focus.
You found a few options a women’s health clinic downtown and a Planned Parenthood branch about twenty minutes away. You clicked on the booking page for the first one. The form asked for your name, date of birth, contact number, and reason for visit.
Your fingers hovered over the keyboard for a long time. You couldn’t do it. Every time you tried to type your real information, panic surged through you. What if someone recognized your name? What if the clinic called or sent confirmation texts while you were near Heeseung?
What if the appointment somehow got back to campus gossip? The thought of walking into a clinic alone, explaining your situation to a stranger, and going through with it made your throat close up.
You closed the laptop without saving anything. You told yourself you’d try again tomorrow when you felt calmer. But tomorrow came and went. Then the next day. And the next. Meanwhile, the symptoms grew worse.
The nausea was no longer just morning sickness it hit you at random times throughout the day. The smell of food in the cafeteria made you gag. Even walking past the coffee shop near campus triggered violent waves that left you rushing to the nearest bathroom.
You started carrying saltine crackers and a small bottle of ginger ale everywhere, but they barely helped anymore.
Vomiting became more frequent. One afternoon during a lecture, you had to excuse yourself midway through and barely made it to the restroom before throwing up.
You returned to class pale and sweaty, mumbling something about food poisoning when Yunjin looked at you worriedly.
Fatigue wrapped around you like a heavy blanket. You fell asleep in the library twice that week, waking up with your cheek stuck to your notebook. Simple tasks like climbing the stairs to your apartment left you breathless and dizzy.
Your breasts were constantly tender, and your mood swung wildly one moment you were numb, the next you felt like crying over nothing. Yunjin and Soobin started noticing. During lunch on Thursday, Yunjin set her chopsticks down and stared at you.
“Okay, something is seriously wrong,” she said, voice firm but concerned. “You’ve been looking like a ghost for days, you barely eat anything, you keep disappearing to the bathroom, and you look exhausted even when you say you slept are you sick? Is it stress? Talk to us.”
Soobin nodded, his gentle eyes filled with worry. “You’ve been canceling plans and spacing out a lot. If something’s going on, you don’t have to deal with it alone. We’re here.”You forced a weak smile, pushing your untouched food around your plate. The smell of it was making you nauseous again.
“I’m okay, really,” you lied, voice quieter than usual. “Just… really behind on my capstone. The deadline is stressing me out more than I thought. I’ll be fine once I catch up.”
They didn’t look convinced, but they let it drop for the moment. Still, you could feel their eyes on you for the rest of the meal. Even Heeseung started noticing something was off.
You had managed to avoid direct contact with him for weeks, but it was impossible to hide everything when you lived next door.
One evening, you were coming home later than usual after another failed attempt to book the appointment online. You felt dizzy and nauseous, moving slowly up the hallway with your keys already in hand. As you reached your door, Heeseung’s door opened.
He stepped out, wearing a simple black hoodie, hair slightly messy like he’d just come back from practice. His eyes landed on you immediately.
You froze for half a second, then quickly turned your face away and fumbled with your lock, trying to get inside before he could say anything. But Heeseung didn’t tease you this time.
Instead, he paused in his doorway, brow slightly furrowed as he watched you. You looked pale. Thinner. There were dark circles under your eyes, and the way you moved seemed off fragile.
He opened his mouth, then closed it again. For once, the usual cocky remark didn’t come.“You good?” he asked quietly, voice lacking its normal edge.
You didn’t answer. You finally got the door open and slipped inside without looking at him, shutting it quickly behind you
Heeseung stood there for a moment longer, staring at your closed door with a strange, unsettled feeling in his chest. Something wasn’t right with you. He could see it.But after everything after that night you both had silently agreed to forget he didn’t know if he had the right to ask.
Inside your apartment, you leaned against the door, breathing hard. Fresh tears stung your eyes as another wave of nausea hit you. You slid down to the floor, hugging your knees. You still hadn’t been able to book the appointment.
The symptoms were getting worse every day, your friends were worried and now even Heeseung had noticed something was wrong. You pressed your forehead to your knees, whispering to yourself again and again
“This never happened… this never happened…” But the lie was starting to feel impossible to keep. Heeseung had noticed. For the past two weeks, it had become painfully obvious that you were avoiding him like the plague.
At first, he thought it was the usual the cold shoulder after that night you both had silently agreed to forget. But it quickly went beyond that. You timed your movements with military precision.
He would hear your door open and close at odd hours, always when he was either inside or already gone. You took the side stairs. You left earlier than usual in the mornings and came back much later at night.
Even at university, catching a glimpse of you had become nearly impossible. You seemed to disappear into the library or empty classrooms the moment practice ended.It was clear you were doing everything in your power to never cross paths with him.
Heeseung told himself it didn’t bother him. He had decided to forget that night too. No teasing. No bringing it up. Just normal or as normal as things could be when you lived right next door
But something was wrong. You looked terrible lately. He first noticed it in passing the dark circles under your eyes, the way your shoulders seemed to slump with exhaustion. Then it got worse you moved slower.
Your face was paler than usual. You barely left your apartment except for classes, and even then you looked like you were running on empty.
One evening, after a long basketball practice, Heeseung was walking back to the apartment building, gym bag slung over his shoulder. The sun had already set, and the streetlights cast long shadows on the path. That’s when he saw you.
You were a few meters ahead, heading toward the entrance. Your steps were unsteady, one hand pressed lightly against the wall for support.
Even from behind, he could tell something was very wrong. Your posture was slumped, your breathing looked shallow, and you looked like you were barely holding yourself upright.
Heeseung’s stomach tightened. He quickened his pace without thinking and caught up to you just as you reached the building door.“Hey,” he said, voice low and serious, no trace of his usual teasing tone. “Are you alright?”
You turned your head slightly, eyes glassy and tired. The moment you recognized him, your expression hardened.“I don’t have time for your teasing right now, Heeseung,” you muttered weakly, trying to push past him toward the elevator.
Heeseung felt a flash of annoyance, not because you were dismissing him, but because he was genuinely worried and you clearly didn’t believe it.“I’m not teasing,” he said, more sharply than he intended. “You look like you’re about to pass out.”
You didn’t respond, just kept walking toward the elevator. Heeseung followed, stepping in right after you. The doors closed, trapping the two of you in the small space. The silence was thick and uncomfortable. He could hear your breathing too fast, too shallow.
When the elevator reached your floor, you stepped out first. But the moment your feet hit the hallway, your legs buckled. You swayed dangerously, one hand reaching out blindly for the wall as the world spun around you. Heeseung moved fast.
He dropped his gym bag and caught you before you could hit the floor, one arm wrapping around your waist, the other supporting your back. Your body went limp against him for a few terrifying seconds.
“Shit—” he muttered, heart pounding. “Hey, stay with me.” You were half conscious, mumbling something incoherent about being fine. Heeseung didn’t waste time arguing. He adjusted his grip and lifted you carefully into his arms in bridal style, your head lolling against his shoulder.
Your apartment was right next to his. He fumbled for a moment with your keys ( which had fallen from your hand ) until he managed to unlock the door. He carried you inside, kicking the door shut behind him, and headed straight for your bedroom.
The room was neat but clearly lived in textbooks stacked on the desk, a half finished sketch on the table, a small trash can near the bed. Heeseung gently laid you down on the bed, pulling the blanket over you. Your face was pale, forehead slightly damp with sweat.
He stood there for a moment, unsure what to do. You looked so small and fragile like this. Nothing like the fiery girl who used to bang on his door and call him an entitled asshole.
Heeseung grabbed a glass of water from the kitchen and placed it on your nightstand. Then he pulled up the chair from your desk and sat down beside the bed, watching you carefully.
Your breathing slowly evened out. The tension in your face relaxed as you slipped into a deeper sleep. Heeseung stayed there, elbows on his knees, running a hand through his hair. He didn’t know what was going on with you.
He didn’t know why you looked so sick. He didn’t even know if you’d want him here when you woke up. But right now, leaving you alone didn’t feel like an option. So he stayed quietly waiting.
Until your breathing became steady and deep, and he was sure you were fully asleep. Heeseung stayed. He told himself he’d only wait until you fell into a proper sleep, but the longer he sat there watching your pale face and shallow breathing, the harder it became to leave.
You looked exhausted, truly exhausted in a way that went beyond simple tiredness. Dark circles under your eyes, lips slightly chapped, skin lacking its usual color. Something was clearly wrong, and the protective instinct he didn’t know he had kept him rooted to the chair.
After almost an hour, when your breathing had deepened into steady, even inhales, Heeseung stood up quietly. He couldn’t just sit there doing nothing. He moved silently through your apartment, careful not to make noise.
Your kitchen was small and neat, but the fridge was nearly empty a few bottles of water, some crackers, and not much else. Heeseung frowned. No wonder you looked so drained. He opened the cupboards and found rice, a couple of eggs, and some ginger.
Simple gentle on the stomach. He decided to make congee something light that his mom used to make for him when he was sick.
He worked quietly, chopping what little he could find, boiling water, and stirring the pot on low heat. The smell of ginger and warm rice slowly filled the small apartment. He hoped it would help when you woke up. Maybe it would make you feel a little better.
He kept glancing toward the bedroom every few minutes, making sure you were still resting. Almost two hours later, you started stirring.
Heeseung was just turning off the stove when he heard movement from the bedroom. He poured some congee into a bowl, added a bit of water to make it lighter, and was about to bring it to you when
You bolted upright in bed, eyes wide with sudden panic. The smell of the food hit you like a wave. Your face went even paler, hand flying to your mouth as nausea surged violently. Heeseung’s eyes widened. “Hey—”
You didn’t wait. You scrambled off the bed on shaky legs and ran straight to the bathroom, barely making it in time.
Heeseung followed right behind you, worry spiking through his chest. He reached the bathroom door just as you dropped to your knees in front of the toilet and started throwing up violently.
“Shit—” He moved quickly, kneeling beside you without hesitation. One hand gently gathered your hair, holding it back from your face. His other hand rubbed slow, soothing circles on your back. “It’s okay I’ve got you, just breathe.”
You retched again, body trembling with the force of it. Heeseung stayed right there, murmuring quiet reassurances, his hand never stopping its gentle motion on your back.
When the worst of it seemed to pass, he reached over and flushed the toilet, then grabbed a clean towel from the rack and dampened it with cool water.“Here,” he said softly, handing you the towel. “Wipe your face.”
You took it with trembling hands, still breathing hard. Heeseung stood up briefly to get a glass of water from the sink and brought it back to you.“Small sips,” he instructed, crouching down again. “Don’t drink too fast.”
While you rinsed your mouth and took careful sips, Heeseung’s eyes wandered around the small bathroom, looking for anything that might help. His gaze landed on the trash can beside the sink. Something white and plastic was poking out from under some tissues.
Curious, he reached down and pulled it out, it was a pregnancy test. Two distinct red lines stared back at him clear, unmistakable, and positive. Heeseung froze.
His brain short circuited for a second. The test felt heavy in his hand as the reality sank in. Positive you were pregnant. He slowly turned his head toward you. You were already looking at him.
Your eyes were wide with pure terror, face drained of all color, lips parted in shock. You looked caught completely and utterly caught like the worst secret in the world had just been ripped open. The glass of water trembled in your hand.
Heeseung’s mouth opened, but no words came out at first. His gaze flicked between the test in his hand and your terrified expression.
The pieces clicked together horribly fast the avoidance, the exhaustion, the vomiting, the way you looked like you were barely holding yourself together for the past two weeks.
This wasn’t just stress this was because of that night because of him. Heeseung swallowed hard, his voice coming out quieter than he expected.
“…Is this yours?” The bathroom fell into a heavy, suffocating silence. You were still staring at him, tears already gathering in your eyes again, looking like you wanted the floor to swallow you whole.
Heeseung didn’t know what to say. He only knew that everything had just changed. Heeseung stared at the two red lines on the pregnancy test for what felt like an eternity.
The bathroom was deathly quiet except for your shaky breathing. When he finally looked up at you, your face was pale, eyes wide with pure terror, tears already spilling down your cheeks. He swallowed hard, his throat tight.
“…Are you pregnant?” he asked, voice low and rough. You didn’t speak at first. Your lips trembled as fresh tears rolled down your face. Then you gave a small, barely noticeable nod.
Heeseung felt something twist sharply in his chest. He looked back down at the test, then at you again. His next question came out quieter, almost hesitant.
“Is the baby mine?” The moment the words left his mouth, your face crumpled completely. You broke into heavy, broken sobs, shoulders shaking as you tried to cover your mouth with one hand.
“I’m sorry…” you choked out between cries. “I’m so sorry… I didn’t want this to happen, i never meant for any of this, it was just one stupid night and I— I’m planning on getting rid of it. I won’t bother you with any of this, i won’t get in your way. You don’t have to worry about anything, i’ll handle it quietly.”
Heeseung’s expression shifted the instant you said those words. Hurt flashed across his face raw, unguarded hurt. His brows drew together, jaw tightening as he processed what you were saying.
The idea that you were planning to terminate the pregnancy without even telling him felt like a punch to the gut. His hand holding the test lowered slowly to his side. You kept crying, words tumbling out faster now, desperate and apologetic.
“I’m really sorry. I know you didn’t ask for this. I didn’t ask for this either, i’ll take care of everything. You can just forget about it…i promise I won’t drag you into anything.”
Heeseung stayed silent for a long moment, staring at you as you sat on the bathroom floor, looking small and devastated.
The hurt in his chest mixed with something heavier confusion, disbelief, and a strange ache he couldn’t quite name. Finally, his voice came out low and strained.
synopsis : living next door to lee heeseung has always been a nightmare loud, cocky, and impossible to ignore until one reckless night at a party leaves you waking up in his bed and running before it can mean anything you try to forget it ever happened, until two lines change everything, and suddenly the one person you can’t stand is the one you can’t escape.
pairing : basketball captain heeseung x neighbourf!reader
trope : accidental pregnancy + forced proximity
word count : 30.3k
warnings : blowjob semi public ?? , fingering, breast play, sex during pregnancy missionary, cowgirl, against the wall, abortion / termination discussions, anxiety, panic attacks, crying, self-doubt, identity crisis, fear of the future, toxic family dynamics, threats, pregnancy symptoms mentioned nausea, vomiting, fatigue, dizziness, mood swings, heightened libido/sexual needs, and body changes
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“and you didn’t bother telling me?”You looked up at him through tear filled eyes, still crying softly.“I I thought it was better this way,” you whispered, voice breaking. “You don’t have to be involved. I didn’t want to ruin your life or your future with the team or anything. I was going to handle it alone.”
Heeseung ran a hand through his hair, exhaling shakily. The congee he had cooked for you was still sitting forgotten on the kitchen counter, its smell now making you look even sicker. He set the pregnancy test down on the sink counter carefully, as if it might break.He didn’t know what to feel.
Part of him was angry that you had planned to go through this without saying a single word to him. Another part understood your fear he knew how much you hated him, how hard you had tried to pretend that night never happened. But the hurt lingered.
The realization that you were carrying his child and had already decided to end it without giving him any say it stung more than he expected.He crouched down slowly so he was closer to your eye level, though he kept some distance.“You were just going to do it and never tell me?” he asked, voice quieter now, but still carrying that edge of pain. “That’s my kid too, you know.”You didn’t answer. You just cried harder, curling in on yourself.
Heeseung stayed there on the bathroom floor with you, the weight of the situation pressing down on both of you. The silence between you was heavy, filled with everything neither of you had said since that night.For the first time since he found the test, he didn’t know what to do next.
Heeseung remained crouched on the cold bathroom floor, the pregnancy test long forgotten somewhere . The two red lines seemed to burn into his vision no matter how many times he blinked. The weight of what they meant pressed down on him heavily, making it hard to breathe normally.
You were sitting right in front of him, knees drawn up to your chest, face buried in your arms as quiet sobs continued to shake your shoulders. Your breathing was ragged, broken by hiccups, and your entire body looked small and fragile under the harsh bathroom light.Heeseung swallowed the lump in his throat. He set the test gently on the edge of the sink, then slowly shifted closer until he was sitting cross legged on the floor beside you.His voice came out quieter than he had ever spoken to you before.
“I support your decision,” he said carefully, choosing every word with caution. “If you really want to end this, then I support it. I won’t fight you on it. But I want you to think again, okay? Don’t make the choice right now while you’re scared and exhausted. Just give yourself a little time to be sure.”You lifted your head slowly. Your eyes were red and swollen, tears still streaming freely down your cheeks. Your voice cracked when you finally spoke.
“I don’t know if I can take the responsibility of a child,” you whispered, the words trembling. “I’m still in school my capstone project is due soon, I have exhibitions I want to curate one day I can’t do this. I’m not ready for any of it. I never asked for this. I never wanted this to happen.”
The raw fear and despair in your voice hit Heeseung harder than he expected. He watched as another wave of tears spilled over, and something inside his chest twisted painfully.Without thinking, he opened his arms.“Come here,” he murmured. You hesitated for only a second before you leaned forward and collapsed against him. The moment his arms wrapped around you, you broke completely. Heavy, gut wrenching sobs tore out of your throat as you buried your face in the crook of his neck, hands clutching desperately at the front of his hoodie.
Heeseung held you tightly, one hand cradling the back of your head while the other rubbed slow, soothing circles along your spine. He could feel every shudder that ran through your body, every shaky inhale against his shoulder. Your tears soaked through the fabric of his hoodie, warm and wet, but he didn’t pull away even for a second.
This wasn’t the Heeseung who loved teasing you in the hallway.Right now, he was just a boy holding a girl who was falling apart in his arms the same girl who had spent months hating him, and the same girl who was now carrying his child.
“I’ll book the appointment,” he whispered against your hair, his voice low and steady despite the storm of emotions inside him. “I’ll find a good clinic and take you there myself, okay? I’ll be right there with you the entire time in the waiting room, during the consultation, whatever you need. You aren’t alone in this. I promise you that.”
You cried even harder at his words, your fingers tightening in his hoodie as if he was the only thing keeping you grounded. Your sobs echoed softly in the small bathroom, raw and heartbreaking.Heeseung continued holding you, rocking you ever so slightly as he rubbed your back. He pressed his cheek gently against the top of your head, breathing in the faint scent of your shampoo mixed with the salt of your tears.
“I know you’re scared,” he murmured. “I’m scared too. But we’ll figure this out whatever you decide you don’t have to carry it by yourself anymore.”You stayed like that for a long time curled against his chest on the bathroom floor, his arms wrapped securely around you. Your crying gradually slowed into quiet, exhausted sniffles, but you didn’t pull away. For the first time since that reckless night, the wall between the two of you didn’t feel like a barrier anymore.It felt like something you could both lean on.
Heeseung didn’t rush you. He simply held you, letting you cry until your body grew heavy with exhaustion against him. His hand never stopped its gentle motion on your back, offering the only comfort he knew how to give right now.In that quiet, heavy moment, Heeseung wasn’t the campus king or the arrogant basketball captain. He was just Heeseung and for the first time, you allowed yourself to lean on him completely.
The next few days passed in a strange, heavy blur. After that night on your bathroom floor, something between you and Heeseung had quietly shifted. You had cried yourself exhausted in his arms, and he had stayed holding you without any cocky remarks or teasing. When your sobs finally slowed, he helped you back to bed, made sure you drank some water, and only left after you fell asleep.The following morning, he texted you.
Heeseung : Appointment booked. 7th September, 4:00 PM at the women’s health clinic downtown. I’ll drive you there
You stared at the message for a long time, fingers hovering over the keyboard. You wanted to tell him not to bother. That you could handle it alone. But you were too drained, too scared, and too nauseous to argue. So you simply replied
You : okay
The week leading up to the appointment was one of the hardest you had ever experienced.Your symptoms got significantly worse.The nausea was almost constant now. You threw up multiple times a day sometimes so violently that your throat burned afterward. Smells were unbearable even walking past the campus bakery made you gag. The fatigue was bone deep. You fell asleep in lectures twice, and once you had to excuse yourself from a group meeting because the dizziness became too strong.
Your breasts were painfully tender, and you felt emotionally fragile crying over small things like a sad song or a missed bus.Yunjin and Soobin were growing more suspicious.“Babe, you’ve lost weight,” Yunjin said one afternoon, frowning as she looked at you. “And you look exhausted. This isn’t just capstone stress. Tell us what’s really going on.”
Soobin nodded, his usual soft eyes filled with worry. “If you’re sick, we can help. You don’t have to keep saying you’re ‘fine’ when you clearly aren’t.”You forced a tired smile and gave them the same answer you’d been repeating all week.“I’m alright really just a lot on my plate right now. I’ll feel better soon.”They didn’t fully believe you, but they stopped pushing after a while. Still, you could feel their concerned glances every time you excused yourself to the bathroom or declined food.Through all of it, Heeseung showed a side of himself you had never seen before.He texted you every day.
Heeseung : Did you eat anything today?
Heeseung : How are you feeling this morning?
Heeseung : I’m heading to practice. Text me if the nausea gets bad
You had told him multiple times not to worry.
You : You don’t have to do this im fine
You : Please stop checking on me
But Heeseung ignored your protests completely. Every morning, he waited outside your door to walk with you to the university. When you told him it wasn’t necessary, he simply replied, “I’m going the same way anyway,” and continued doing it. In the evenings, he offered to pick you up from the library if you stayed late. You refused most of the time, but on two occasions when the dizziness was especially bad, you quietly accepted.
He also started cooking for you.He would knock on your door in the evenings with containers of simple, gentle food plain rice porridge with ginger, mild chicken soup, steamed vegetables, and light broths that didn’t trigger your nausea. At first, you felt awkward accepting them, but the meals were the only things you could keep down without throwing up immediately afterward.One night, after he brought over a bowl of warm congee, you finally muttered a quiet “Thank you” while sitting at your desk.Heeseung just shrugged, leaning against your doorway.
“You don’t have to thank me,” he said softly. “Just eat.”You watched him leave and felt a confusing swirl of emotions gratitude, guilt, anxiety, and something warmer you didn’t want to name. This was not the loud, cocky Heeseung you had spent months hating. This version was quiet, patient, and surprisingly caring. It made everything feel even more complicated.As the 7th of September drew closer, your anxiety skyrocketed.You kept having second thoughts.
What if I’m making a mistake?
What if I regret this later?
What if I can’t go through with it?
You would lie awake at night, hand resting on your still flat stomach, tears silently sliding down your cheeks. The fear and confusion were overwhelming. On the night before the appointment, Heeseung sent you one last text
Heeseung : I’ll pick you up at 3:30 tomorrow. Try to get some rest. I’m here if you need anything
You stared at the message for a long time, heart heavy with emotions you couldn’t even begin to untangle.You were terrified.You were grateful.And you had no idea what you were going to do.
The 7th of September arrived faster than you wanted.
You had decided to skip all your classes that day. The thought of sitting through lectures while pretending everything was normal felt impossible. Instead, you stayed in your apartment, wrapped in a blanket on the couch, heart racing every time you checked the clock. Anxiety sat heavy in your chest like a stone. Your hands wouldn’t stop trembling, and the nausea was especially bad today though you couldn’t tell if it was from pregnancy symptoms or pure terror.
You barely ate. You barely moved. You just sat there, staring into space, wondering if you were really about to go through with this.At exactly 3:30 PM, a soft knock sounded on your door.You jumped slightly, even though you’d been expecting it. Taking a deep breath, you walked over and opened the door.
Heeseung stood there, dressed in a simple black hoodie and grey sweatpants. His hair was still slightly damp, like he’d showered after practice — or maybe he hadn’t gone at all. His expression was calm, but his eyes held a quiet seriousness.“I skipped practice today,” he said simply, as if it was no big deal. “Ready to go?”
You nodded wordlessly, grabbing your bag and stepping out. The walk to his car was silent. The ride to the clinic was even quieter.You sat in the passenger seat, staring out the window, but your hands betrayed your nerves. You kept fidgeting twisting your fingers, picking at your nails, clenching and unclenching your fists in your lap. The anxiety was eating you alive.
Heeseung noticed after a few minutes.Without saying anything, he reached into the glove compartment, pulled out a small star shaped squishy toy, and held it out to you.“Here,” he said gently. “Squeeze this instead of hurting your hands.”You looked at the soft, pastel yellow star for a second before slowly taking it from him. It was surprisingly soft and satisfying to press. You mumbled a quiet, “Thank you,” barely audible, then started squeezing it rhythmically in your lap.
The small gesture made your throat feel tight.
For a while, the car was silent again, only the low hum of the engine filling the space. Then Heeseung spoke, keeping his voice soft and casual, clearly trying to distract you.“How are you feeling today?” he asked.
You shrugged. “Nauseous tired scared.”He nodded, eyes fixed on the road. “That’s understandable. You don’t have to be strong right now, you know. It’s okay to be scared.”
You squeezed the star toy harder. After a moment, you asked quietly, “Did you really skip practice for this?”“Yeah,” he answered without hesitation. “Coach wasn’t happy, but I told him it was important. He’ll get over it.”
You didn’t know what to say to that. So you stayed quiet. Heeseung didn’t push. Instead, he continued with light, careful small talk asking about your capstone project, telling you a harmless story about Beomgyu messing up a drill during practice yesterday, even mentioning how the weather was supposed to cool down next week. His voice stayed steady and low, never teasing, never cocky just there.
Before you knew it, the car slowed down.
You blinked and looked up. The clinic building stood in front of you modern, discreet, with a small sign that made your stomach drop. You hadn’t even realized how fast the drive had gone.Heeseung parked the car smoothly and turned off the engine. For a moment, neither of you moved. The silence returned, heavier this time.You kept squeezing the star toy, knuckles turning white.
Heeseung turned to look at you, his expression gentle but serious.“We’re here,” he said softly. “Whenever you’re ready I’ll go in with you. Or I can wait in the car. Whatever you want.”Your heart was pounding so hard you could hear it in your ears. The reality of why you were here hit you all over again. Tears pricked at your eyes, but you forced them back.You whispered, almost to yourself “I don’t know if I can do this”
Heeseung didn’t reply right away. He simply reached over and gently placed his hand on top of yours, the one still squeezing the star toy grounding you for a moment.“You don’t have to decide everything right now,” he said. “Let’s just go inside first. One step at a time.”You nodded shakily, still clutching the squishy star like a lifeline.The appointment was finally here.
And you had no idea what you were going to do.You and Heeseung walked into the clinic together.
The moment the automatic doors slid open, a wave of cool, sterile air hit you. Your heart was hammering so hard you felt dizzy. Heeseung stayed close beside you, not touching you, but near enough that you could feel his presence like a quiet anchor.The waiting room was brighter and softer than you expected. Soft beige walls, comfortable chairs, and gentle lighting. But what really hit you were the other women.
Several pregnant women were sitting around the room. One was gently rubbing her rounded belly while smiling down at her phone. Another was showing ultrasound pictures to the woman beside her, both of them laughing softly with pure joy on their faces. A third woman, quite far along, was resting her hands protectively over her bump, looking peaceful and content.You froze for a second, taking it all in.
These women looked happy excited ready.
You, on the other hand, felt like you were walking toward something terrifying. Your hand tightened around the star-shaped squishy toy Heeseung had given you in the car, squeezing it hard.Heeseung glanced at you but said nothing. He simply stayed by your side as you both approached the reception desk.
You cleared your throat, voice barely above a whisper.
“Hi… I have an appointment at 4:00. My name is [Your Name].”The receptionist smiled kindly and checked her computer. “Yes, I see you here. Please fill out this short form and have a seat. The doctor will call you shortly.”You quickly filled out the paperwork with shaky hands while Heeseung waited beside you. Once you handed it back, the receptionist nodded politely.“You can wait over there. It won’t be long.”
You both moved to two empty seats in the corner. The moment you sat down, your leg started bouncing anxiously. You kept squeezing the star squishy toy over and over, the soft pressure somehow helping you stay grounded. Heeseung sat quietly next to you, elbows resting on his knees, saying nothing but staying close.The silence between you two was heavy but not uncomfortable.
Every few seconds, your eyes would drift back to the pregnant women around the room. One of them laughed softly as she showed her partner an ultrasound photo. Another woman caressed her belly lovingly while reading a pregnancy magazine.
You felt a sharp pang in your chest.They look so sure so happy.You, on the other hand, felt nothing but fear and confusion.
Your hands were trembling again. You squeezed the star toy even harder.Heeseung noticed. He leaned slightly closer, voice low so only you could hear.
“You’re doing okay,” he murmured. “Just breathe.”
You didn’t reply. You just kept squeezing the toy.
A few minutes later, a door opened and a nurse stepped out.“[Your Full Name]?”You stood up on unsteady legs. Heeseung rose with you.
“Do you want me to come in with you?” he asked quietly.You hesitated for a second, then gave a small nod. You didn’t think you could do this completely alone.The nurse led both of you down a short hallway and into a clean, warmly lit consultation room. A woman in her mid-forties with kind eyes and a gentle smile stood up from behind the desk as you entered.
“Hello,” she said warmly, extending her hand. “I’m Dr. Kim. It’s nice to meet you.”You shook her hand weakly. “Hi I’m [Your Name].”
Dr. Kim’s gaze shifted to Heeseung with the same kind expression. “And you are…?”“Heeseung,” he answered. “I’m here with her.”The doctor nodded understandingly, not pressing for more details. She gestured for both of you to sit down on the chairs in front of her desk.
Once you were seated, Dr. Kim folded her hands on the desk and looked at you with gentle patience.
“So, tell me what brings you here today,” she said softly. “Take your time. There’s no rush.”You clutched the star squishy toy tightly in your lap, staring down at it. Your throat felt tight, and your eyes were already burning with unshed tears.You opened your mouth, but it took a few seconds before any words came out.
“I… I took a pregnancy test last week,” you whispered. “It was positive. I’m… I think I want to terminate it.”
Dr. Kim nodded calmly, her expression full of understanding and zero judgment.“I see,” she said gently. “Thank you for trusting me with that. We can talk about all your options today. First, let me ask how have you been feeling physically? Any symptoms?”
You took a shaky breath and started listing them the constant nausea, vomiting, fatigue, dizziness, tender breasts. Dr. Kim listened carefully, occasionally nodding and writing notes.
Heeseung sat silently beside you the entire time, a quiet but steady presence.Dr. Kim’s voice was calm and professional, yet warm in a way that felt intentionally soothing. She leaned forward slightly on her desk, folding her hands as she looked at you with gentle eyes.
“Since you mentioned your symptoms and the positive test, I’d like to perform a quick ultrasound today. This is just to confirm the pregnancy, see how far along you are, and check for a heartbeat. It’s completely external no discomfort. We’ll use this wand on your lower abdomen. Would that be alright with you?”
You nodded slowly, your throat too tight to speak properly. Heeseung stayed quiet beside you, but you felt him shift slightly closer in his chair.
Dr. Kim led you behind a pale blue privacy curtain to the exam bed. The paper sheet crinkled loudly under you as you lay down. She asked you to lift your shirt just below your ribs. The gel she squeezed onto your skin was shockingly cold, making you flinch.“Sorry about that,” she said with a small smile. “It’ll warm up soon.”
She placed the ultrasound wand on your lower belly and began moving it slowly, pressing gently. The screen beside the bed flickered to life with gray, blurry images. Dr. Kim adjusted the angle a few times, her eyes focused.You stared at the monitor, barely breathing.After a few moments of silence, Dr. Kim’s expression softened.“Here we are,” she said gently. “This is the gestational sac and right in the center do you see that little flicker?”
She pointed to a tiny, rhythmic pulsing on the screen.
“That’s the baby’s heartbeat.”The moment you saw it that small, steady flicker of life something inside your chest cracked wide open. Your vision blurred instantly as hot tears flooded your eyes. A choked sob escaped your throat before you could stop it. The tears spilled over, running down the sides of your face and into your hair.
“I can’t do this” you whispered, voice trembling. Then louder, more broken, “I can’t do this I can’t”
Dr. Kim immediately lifted the wand and set it aside. The screen went dark.Heeseung was already moving. He stood up so quickly his chair scraped against the floor. In one smooth motion, he was at your side, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you up into a tight embrace. You buried your face in his chest, sobbing uncontrollably as your hands clutched the front of his hoodie.
“Hey shh, it’s okay,” he murmured against your hair, his voice thick. One of his hands rubbed slow, steady circles on your back while the other cradled the back of your head. “Breathe. Just breathe. I’ve got you.”
You shook your head against him, crying harder.
“I want the baby ” you sobbed, the words spilling out between shaky breaths. “I thought I could do it but I can’t… I can’t get rid of it. That’s my baby. I can’t do this to my baby”
Heeseung held you even tighter. You felt his body tremble slightly, and when you pulled back just enough to look at him, you saw tears streaming silently down his own cheeks. His eyes were red, his jaw tight, but he didn’t try to hide it.“You don’t have to force yourself to do this,” he whispered, voice cracking. He gently wiped some of your tears away with his thumb. “Not to yourself and not to the baby. I’m here. I’m right here, okay? You’re not doing this alone.”
Fresh sobs wracked your body. Heeseung rested his forehead against yours, his own tears falling onto your shirt as he continued speaking, soft and raw.
“We will have this baby,” he said, the words heavy with emotion. “I will do everything and anything for you and the baby. I promise. Whatever you need I’ll be there. Every appointment, every late night, every single thing. You’re not alone anymore. I’ve got you both of you.”
You cried into his shoulder, overwhelmed by fear, guilt, relief, and a thousand other emotions you couldn’t name. Heeseung held you through all of it, rocking you gently, his arms strong and steady around you even as his own tears continued to fall.Dr. Kim stayed respectfully quiet for a long moment, giving you both space. When your crying finally quieted into soft sniffles, she spoke gently.
“There’s no rush to decide anything today. If you’d like to continue with the pregnancy, we can start discussing prenatal care, vitamins, and scheduling your next scans. You can take all the time you need.”
You stayed pressed against Heeseung’s chest, exhausted but no longer feeling completely alone.
For the first time since you saw those two pink lines, the future felt a little less terrifying.Dr. Kim gave you both a moment to collect yourselves after your breakdown. She handed you a tissue box and waited patiently until your sobs quieted into soft sniffles. Heeseung never let go of you again one arm stayed wrapped around your shoulders, his thumb gently brushing your arm in soothing strokes. When you finally calmed down enough to sit up properly, Dr. Kim spoke in a gentle, professional tone. “Since you’ve decided to continue with the pregnancy, let me walk you through what comes next.”
She turned the monitor slightly so both of you could see it better and pointed at the image again.“You’re approximately six weeks along. Everything looks good so far the heartbeat is strong. We’ll schedule a more detailed scan around 8 to 10 weeks to check development. For now, I’m going to prescribe prenatal vitamins. You need to start taking them daily they’re very important for the baby’s neural development.”
She slid a prescription paper across the desk.
“Folic acid is especially crucial in the first trimester. I’ll also recommend a gentle prenatal multivitamin. Try to eat small, frequent meals if the nausea is bad. Ginger tea, crackers, and hydration will help. Avoid raw fish, unpasteurized dairy, and limit caffeine.”Dr. Kim looked at both of you warmly.“I know this is a big adjustment. If you experience severe vomiting, dizziness, or bleeding, come back immediately or go to the ER. I’d like to see you again in two weeks for a follow up. Do you have any questions?”
You shook your head, still overwhelmed. Heeseung, however, spoke up for the first time since your emotional outburst.“What should she avoid? Like food, activities, anything?” His voice was steady but serious.Dr. Kim answered patiently, explaining everything in detail while Heeseung listened carefully, nodding and even pulling out his phone to take notes. You watched him quietly, still surprised by how seriously he was taking all of this.
Before you left, Dr. Kim printed out a small ultrasound picture and handed it to you with a kind smile.
“Here’s your baby’s first picture. Congratulations.”
You took the small black and white image with trembling fingers. The tiny bean shaped spot with that flickering heartbeat was now printed in your hand. You stared at it, throat tight with emotion.
Heeseung helped you stand up. His hand stayed gently on your lower back as you both thanked Dr. Kim and left the room.
The car ride home was quiet. You clutched the ultrasound picture tightly in your lap, staring down at it the entire time. Heeseung drove carefully, one hand on the wheel, the other occasionally flexing like he wanted to reach for you but wasn’t sure if he should.
The silence wasn’t uncomfortable, but it was heavy. Now that you had decided to keep the baby, the reality of the situation began sinking in for both of you.
Heeseung was going to be a permanent part of your life forever. No more avoiding him in the hallway. No more pretending that night never happened. This baby would tie the two of you together whether you liked it or not. You glanced at him from the corner of your eye. His jaw was tense, eyes focused on the road, but there was something softer in his expression something you had never seen before.
What you didn’t know was how deeply this was already affecting him.Heeseung’s heart felt like it was going to burst. From the moment he saw that tiny heartbeat on the screen, something inside him had shifted irreversibly. This baby was his baby it already meant more to him than he could put into words. Despite all the pressure from his father, despite his complicated life and uncertain future in basketball, the thought of this child filled him with a fierce, protective kind of love he had never experienced before.
He already loved this baby.More than he imagined was possible.The car finally pulled into the apartment building parking lot. Heeseung turned off the engine but didn’t move to get out. The silence stretched for a few more seconds.Then he spoke, voice low and serious.“We need to sit down and talk when we get back.”You looked at him, still clutching the ultrasound picture. Your voice came out small.“…Okay.”
Heeseung nodded once, then got out of the car and walked around to open your door. He stayed close as you both walked up to your floor, the weight of everything unsaid hanging between you.For the first time, the two of you were about to have a real conversation.And the beginning of whatever this new future was going to look like.“Let’s talk at your place,” he said softly. “If that’s okay with you.”
You nodded. Your legs felt heavy as you both walked up to your apartment. The ultrasound picture was still clutched tightly in your hand. Once inside, you kicked off your shoes and sat down on the couch, exhausted. Heeseung closed the door gently behind him and sat on the armchair directly across from you, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees.For a few seconds, the silence was thick.
Then, without any warning or buildup, Heeseung looked you straight in the eyes and said “Marry me.”
You stared at him, completely frozen. The words didn’t register at first. When they finally did, a shocked, disbelieving laugh escaped your lips.
“…What?” You let out another nervous laugh, shaking your head. “Heeseung, are you serious right now?”He didn’t smile. His expression remained dead serious, almost solemn. “I’m serious,” he repeated. “Marry me.”
You blinked rapidly, still trying to process what he had just said. Your heart was racing, confusion and shock swirling inside your chest. “Why would you want to marry me?” you asked, voice rising with disbelief. “Heeseung we don’t even like each other. We’ve spent the last few months hating each other. You used to call me Miss Morals and enjoy annoying the hell out of me. Why are you saying this?”
Heeseung didn’t look away. His gaze stayed steady on yours.“Because you’re carrying my child,” he answered plainly. “This baby is mine too. I don’t want to be a part time dad. I want to be there every single day. So marry me.”You let out a shaky breath and shook your head, tears already pricking at your eyes again.
“That isn’t how it works, Heeseung,” you said, voice cracking. “Marriage isn’t something you do just because there’s a baby. It requires trust and love and actually knowing the other person. We don’t have any of that. We don’t even know each other. Not really. All we’ve ever done is argue and avoid one another.”
Something painful flashed across Heeseung’s face a deep, raw hurt that made his eyes darken and his jaw tighten. He looked away for a second, swallowing hard, before forcing himself to meet your eyes again.
“We can make it work if we try,” he said, his voice quieter now, almost pleading. “People build marriages on less. We can learn to get along. For the baby’s sake.”You felt your chest tighten. The tears you’d been holding back finally spilled over.“What if I haven’t met my person yet?” you whispered, voice trembling. “What if I meet the person I’m actually meant to be with while we’re married? What if you do? I don’t want to be bound to you, Heeseung. Not like this. Not when we started all of this hating each other.”
The moment the words left your mouth, you saw it again that same flash of hurt, deeper this time. Heeseung’s shoulders dropped slightly. He looked genuinely wounded, like your rejection had cut him far more than you expected.He stayed silent for a long moment, staring at the floor. Then he let out a slow, tired breath.“Okay,” he said quietly, his voice rough. “I understand.”
You frowned, confused by the clear pain on his face. You didn’t understand why he looked so hurt. You two had spent months being enemies. He used to thrive on annoying you. So why did your refusal to marry him seem to affect him this badly?Heeseung stood up slowly, running a hand through his hair.“I should go,” he muttered. “You need rest.”He paused at the door for a second, back facing you.
“I’m still going to be here,” he added without turning around. “For the baby. Whether we get married or not I’m not going anywhere.”Then he left, closing the door softly behind him.You stayed seated on the couch, ultrasound picture still in your lap, feeling more lost and confused than ever before.The silence after Heeseung left the room didn’t last long. Barely ten minutes later, there was a soft knock on your door again. When you opened it, he was standing there, looking exhausted but determined.
“Can I come back in?” he asked quietly.You nodded and stepped aside.Heeseung walked in and sat on the same armchair as before. You returned to the couch, pulling your knees up to your chest. The ultrasound picture was still lying on the coffee table between you two.Heeseung rubbed his face with both hands before speaking.“Look even if we’re not getting married right now,” he said slowly, “we need to at least pretend to date, right? For the baby. So people don’t ask too many questions. So it doesn’t look like some random hookup.”
You thought about it for a moment, then gave a small, tired nod.“Yeah that makes sense.”Heeseung looked relieved. “Okay good.”He leaned forward, resting his forearms on his thighs. “And about money I’m going to take care of all the expenses. Doctor visits, vitamins, food, whatever you need yours too you don’t have to worry about that.”You immediately frowned and sat up straighter.“I can take care of myself, Heeseung. I’ve been doing it this whole time.”
“I know you can,” he said gently but firmly. “But you’re carrying my child. Let me do this please I want to.”
You opened your mouth to argue again, but the exhaustion in your body and the look in his eyes made you close it. You eventually gave a small, reluctant nod.“…Fine.”Heeseung looked a little more relaxed after that. Then you asked the question that had been weighing on you.
“Are we going to tell everyone that I’m pregnant?”
Heeseung shook his head slowly.“It’s totally up to you,” he said. “You decide who you want to tell and when. I won’t say anything to anyone unless you’re okay with it.”You thought about it for a while, fingers tracing the edge of the ultrasound picture.“Soobin and Yunjin,” you said quietly. “I want to tell them. They’ve been really worried about me. And you can tell your close friends. Beomgyu, Jake, Jay and your coach, I suppose. They’ll probably notice eventually anyway.”
Heeseung nodded. “That sounds fair.”You hesitated, then continued.“What about our parents? We should let them know, right?”Heeseung’s expression changed slightly. He looked more tense.“Are your parents going to be okay with this?” he asked carefully.You gave a small, tired smile.“Yeah I think so. My mom and dad have always supported me no matter what. They might be shocked at first, but once they hear they’re getting a grandbaby they’ll probably be over the moon. They’ve always wanted grandchildren.”
Heeseung smiled faintly at that, but it didn’t reach his eyes. When you looked at him expectantly, he let out a long breath and leaned back in the chair.
“I don’t know how mine will react,” he admitted, voice quieter. “My dad he’s complicated. If he finds out I got someone pregnant while I’m still trying to make it to the NBA” He trailed off, shaking his head. “I don’t know. I’ll figure it out.”
You watched him carefully. For the first time, you saw the weight he was carrying the pressure, the expectations, the fear of disappointing his family.
The conversation settled into a heavy but honest silence. So many things were still uncertain. Your future, your relationship (or lack of one), how you were going to navigate this together.But at least now, you were talking. After the heavy conversation, Heeseung stood up slowly, running a hand through his hair. The air in your apartment felt thick with everything that had just been said and everything that still remained unsaid.
He looked at you for a long moment, eyes soft but tired.“I should go,” he said quietly. “You need to rest. It’s been a really long day.”You nodded, too drained to argue. Heeseung walked toward the door, then paused with his hand on the handle. “Take care of yourself, okay?” he said, glancing back at you. His voice was gentle, almost hesitant. “Eat something light if you can drink water text me if the nausea gets bad or if you need anything. I’m right next door.”
You gave him a small, tired nod. “Yeah I will.”He lingered for another second, like he wanted to say more, but eventually just offered a faint smile and left, closing the door softly behind him.The moment the lock clicked, the silence in your apartment felt suffocating.You were alone.You curled up on the couch, pulling your knees to your chest and hugging them tightly. The ultrasound picture was still on the coffee table, staring back at you. You reached out and picked it up, tracing the tiny bean-shaped spot with your fingertip.
Tears blurred your vision again.Now came the hardest part figuring out how to tell the people you loved.
Your mind immediately went to your parents. Strangely, that felt almost easy.Your mom and dad had always been incredibly supportive. They had raised you to be independent, but they’d also made it clear that no matter what happened in life mistakes, heartbreaks, unexpected turns they would stand by you. You could already imagine your mom’s initial shock turning into tears of joy once she processed that she was going to be a grandmother.
Your dad would probably go quiet at first, then start asking a million practical questions while secretly being over the moon.Telling them felt scary, but safe. You knew they would love this baby. They would support you no matter what path you chose.But Yunjin and Soobin?That felt terrifying.They were your best friends. They had watched you complain about Heeseung for months. They knew how much you couldn’t stand him. They had seen you avoid him like the plague. How were you supposed to tell them that you had gotten drunk at a party, slept with the neighbor you hated, and were now keeping his baby?
Yunjin would probably scream then cry then demand to know every single detail while spiraling with worry. Soobin he would be quiet at first, shocked, but then his concern would kick in. He would worry about your health, your future, your capstone, your dreams. You hated the idea of disappointing them or making them feel like they had failed to notice how much you were struggling.You buried your face in your knees, letting out a shaky breath.
How do you even start that conversation?Hey guys, remember how I disappeared at Sunghoon’s party? Yeah I slept with Heeseung. And now I’m pregnant.
The thought alone made you want to crawl under the blankets and never come out.You placed a protective hand over your stomach, still flat but no longer feeling empty.
This baby was real now. You had chosen to keep it. And that choice was going to change everything your friendship with Yunjin and Soobin, your relationship (or lack of one) with Heeseung, your entire future.
You stayed curled up on the couch for a long time, ultrasound picture still in your other hand, heart heavy with fear and quiet determination.
Telling your parents felt like something you could survive.Telling your best friends felt like walking into an emotional battlefield.But you knew you couldn’t keep this secret forever. Not from the people who loved you most.
The next morning, you woke up to soft, hesitant knocks on your door.Your eyes fluttered open, still heavy from crying and restless sleep. The ultrasound picture was lying on your pillow beside you you must have fallen asleep clutching it. Your body felt sore, your eyes puffy, and your hair was a complete mess. The nausea was already simmering in your stomach, a cruel reminder that nothing about this was a dream.
The knocking came again gentle, almost careful.You dragged yourself out of bed, wrapped a loose cardigan over your oversized sleep shirt, and padded to the door. When you opened it, Heeseung was standing there.
He looked freshly showered, wearing a simple black hoodie and sweatpants, hair still slightly damp. In his hands was a paper bag and two cups of what smelled like warm tea.The moment he saw you messy hair, swollen eyes, tired face you suddenly became painfully self conscious. You crossed your arms over your chest and tried to smooth your hair with one hand, cheeks heating up.Heeseung’s expression softened.
“I got you breakfast,” he said quietly, lifting the bag a little. “Something light. Ginger tea and plain rice porridge with a bit of egg. Thought it might help with the nausea.” He paused, looking almost nervous. “Can I come in and eat with you?”You hesitated for a second, then nodded.“Yeah okay. Just give me a minute to freshen up.”
Heeseung gave you a small nod and stepped inside as you retreated to the bathroom. You quickly brushed your teeth, splashed cold water on your face, tied your hair into a messy bun, and changed into a loose sweater and comfortable pants. When you came back out, Heeseung had already set everything up on your small dining table.Two bowls of warm porridge, the ginger tea, and even a small side of fresh fruit he must have brought along. He was waiting for you, standing awkwardly by the table.
You sat down across from him. The silence was soft, not uncomfortable.You both started eating slowly. The porridge was gentle on your stomach warm, lightly seasoned, and easy to keep down. For the first time in days, you actually managed a few proper spoonfuls without feeling like you’d throw up immediately.
After a few minutes of quiet eating, Heeseung spoke.
“I can drop you at university every morning,” he said, eyes on his bowl. “I’ll adjust my practice schedule if I need to. But I can’t always promise I’ll be able to pick you up in the evenings because of team practice and meetings. Still I want to take you in the mornings at least.”You looked up at him, spoon paused halfway to your mouth.“You really don’t have to do that, Heeseung. It’s not necessary.”He shook his head gently but firmly.
“It is necessary,” he replied. “You’re carrying my child. Taking care of you and the life growing inside you that’s my responsibility now. Whether we’re together or not.”His words hung in the air between you. There was no cockiness in his tone, no arrogance, just quiet determination. You stared at him for a long moment, a strange mix of emotions swirling in your chest, gratitude, confusion and fear.And something warmer you weren’t ready to name yet.You looked back down at your bowl, stirring the porridge slowly.
“…Thank you,” you whispered.Heeseung gave you a small, almost shy smile the softest you had ever seen from him.“You don’t have to thank me,” he said. “Just let me help. Okay?”You nodded, too tired and overwhelmed to argue.For the rest of breakfast, you both ate in relatively comfortable silence. Every now and then Heeseung would glance at you, making sure you were actually eating the quiet felt new different not quite friendly yet.But no longer hostile.
You both finished breakfast in a surprisingly comfortable silence. The porridge had settled well in your stomach, and for the first time in days, you didn’t feel like you needed to run to the bathroom immediately after eating. Heeseung cleared the bowls and cleaned up without being asked, moving around your small kitchen like he was trying not to overstep.
When he was done, he turned to you.“I’ll wait for you downstairs in my car,” he said gently. “Take your time getting ready. No rush.”
You nodded, still a little dazed from everything that had happened in the last 24 hours. Heeseung gave you one last look soft, almost careful before heading out and closing the door quietly behind him. As soon as he left, you hurried to get dressed. You chose something comfortable: an oversized hoodie, loose jeans, and sneakers. You brushed your hair into a simple ponytail and splashed some water on your face, trying to look at least a little presentable. Your hands were still shaking slightly as you grabbed your bag and the ultrasound picture (which you tucked safely into your notebook).
When you stepped outside, Heeseung’s car was waiting right in front of the building. You slid into the passenger seat, and he gave you a small smile before pulling out of the parking lot.The drive to university started off quiet, but Heeseung eventually broke the silence.“So…” he started, glancing at you. “I realized I don’t actually know much about you. Other than the fact that you hate loud music and call me an entitled asshole.”
You let out a soft, surprised laugh despite yourself.
Heeseung’s lips curved into a gentle smirk. “What do you like? Favorite food? Favorite artist? Anything.”
You thought for a moment, squeezing the star shaped squishy toy he had given you yesterday, which was still in your hoodie pocket.
“I like quiet places,” you said. “Museums, art galleries, bookstores with big windows. I love matcha, but lately it makes me nauseous so maybe not right now. I like soft music acoustic stuff and I really love curating imagining how paintings and sculptures would look together in a room. It’s calming.”Heeseung listened attentively, nodding.“What about you?” you asked, surprising yourself by actually being curious. “What do you like when you’re not being loud and annoying?”
He chuckled lightly. “Basketball, obviously. But I also like late night drives. And ramyun the kind that makes your nose run. I’m terrible at drawing, but I like watching you sketch when you’re focused. You get this little crease between your eyebrows.”You glanced at him, cheeks warming. The conversation flowed easier than expected. He asked about your favorite movies, what kind of exhibitions you dreamed of curating one day, and what you hated most about university (early morning lectures and group projects with lazy people).
You teased him lightly about his loud parties, and he admitted that he sometimes turned the music up just to see if you’d come banging on his door.By the time he pulled into the university parking lot, you were both surprised at how easily the conversation had come.But the moment you stepped out of his car, reality hit you like a truck.Everyone was staring.
Students walking by slowed down. A group of girls near the entrance openly gawked. Whispers started almost immediately. You were very aware of how it looked you, leaving Heeseung’s car early in the morning, him leaning over to say something to you before you closed the door.
Your face burned with embarrassment. This was a bad idea a very bad idea.You didn’t even thank him. You just lowered your head, pulled your hood up, and walked away quickly, shoulders hunched, eyes fixed on the ground. You could feel hundreds of eyes on your back as you hurried toward the main building.
Heeseung watched you go, his expression unreadable. He stayed parked for a few extra seconds before driving off to find a spot.
You kept your head down the entire way to your first class, heart racing, already regretting how public this was becoming.The secret was no longer just yours and his.And campus was about to get very interested in the sudden shift between the girl who hated Lee Heeseung and the basketball captain who was now driving her to university.
Your heart was still pounding wildly as you hurried across campus toward the Art History lecture hall. Every few steps, you felt like someone was staring at you. Whispers seemed to follow you like shadows “Was that Heeseung’s car?”, “Did you see them together?”, “I thought she hated him?” making your skin crawl with embarrassment and anxiety.You kept your head down, hood pulled low over your face, walking as fast as your tired legs would allow without breaking into a run.
The ultrasound picture hidden safely inside your notebook felt like it weighed a ton in your bag. By the time you pushed open the door to the lecture hall, your breathing was slightly ragged and a fresh wave of nausea was threatening to rise.Yunjin and Soobin were already in your usual seats middle row, near the window. The moment they saw you approaching, their expressions shifted.Yunjin’s eyes widened dramatically. “Oh my god, what happened to you? You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Or ten ghosts.”
Soobin turned in his seat, his gentle face immediately filling with concern. “Are you okay? You’re really pale.”
You forced a weak, tired smile as you dropped into the empty seat between them, trying your best to look normal even though your hands were still trembling slightly.“I’m fine,” you said, voice quieter than usual. “I was just running late this morning. Rushed here from the other side of campus.”Soobin glanced at his watch, then back at you with a small frown. “We still have like fifteen minutes before class starts though.”
You froze for a split second, heart skipping. Your mind scrambled for an excuse.
“Yeah I know,” you mumbled, quickly pulling out your notebook and flipping through the pages as if you were looking for something important. “I thought I was way later than I actually was. My brain’s been all over the place lately with the capstone deadline.”
Yunjin wasn’t convinced. She leaned closer, studying your face like a detective. “Are you sure that’s it? You’ve been acting weird for weeks now. Disappearing, not replying to texts, looking exhausted every time we see you”
You swallowed hard and kept your eyes fixed on your notes, refusing to meet their worried gazes.“I’m alright, really,” you insisted, forcing another small smile. “Just been super busy and stressed. You know how it is with this project.”Before Yunjin could push further, Soobin spoke up again, his tone soft but clearly concerned.“You didn’t reply to any of our messages yesterday evening or night,” he said. “We were both really worried. Yunjin was about to go knock on your door at midnight.”
Your chest tightened. You had seen the string of worried texts from both of them asking if you were okay, if you needed anything, if something was wrong. You had read them all but couldn’t bring yourself to answer.“I was just really busy,” you repeated, the lie tasting bitter on your tongue. “Got caught up with work and forgot to check my phone. Sorry for making you guys worry.”
Yunjin opened her mouth again, clearly ready to interrogate you more, but right at that moment, the professor walked into the lecture hall carrying his usual stack of papers and laptop. The room gradually quieted down as he set up at the front.“Alright, everyone. Let’s dive straight into today’s topic the evolution of museum curation practices in the late 19th century…”You let out a silent breath of relief as the lecture began. You kept your head down, pretending to take diligent notes while your mind continued to spiral.
The ultrasound picture hidden in your bag felt like it was burning a hole through your notebook. Heeseung’s words from last night and this morning kept replaying in your head. The weight of your new reality pressed down on you harder with every passing minute.Yunjin kept throwing concerned glances your way throughout the class. Soobin, ever observant, stayed quiet but you could feel his worried eyes on you from time to time.
You knew you couldn’t keep dodging them forever.
But for now, as the professor’s voice filled the room, you clung to this temporary escape, squeezing the star shaped squishy toy hidden in your hoodie pocket for comfort. The lecture hall felt unusually stuffy today. You tried your best to focus on the professor’s voice as he discussed 19th century museum practices, but your mind kept drifting. Your phone vibrated quietly in your lap for the third time. You discreetly glanced down, hiding the screen from Yunjin and Soobin.
Heeseung : Hey, just checking in. How are you feeling right now? Nausea any better?
You stared at the message for a few seconds, then typed back with slightly shaky fingers.
You : I’m okay still a bit nauseous but it’s manageable
Not even a minute later, another message popped up.
Heeseung : Good. What do you feel like eating for dinner tonight? I’ll make something light that won’t upset your stomach. Maybe porridge again? Or soup?
You bit your lip, thinking. The idea of him cooking for you again felt strangely comforting, even if it also made everything feel more complicated.
You : I’m not sure. Anything is fine, really I don’t have much appetite these days
His reply came quickly, as if he had been waiting.
Heeseung : Alright. I’ll go with mild chicken porridge with ginger and some steamed vegetables on the side. Easy to digest. Let me know if you crave anything specific, okay?
You read the message twice. A small, unconscious smile crept onto your lips without you realizing it. The simple thoughtfulness behind his texts remembering what your body could handle right now felt unexpectedly warm. Your thumb hovered over the screen as you considered how to reply.Yunjin, who had been side eyeing you the entire time, suddenly leaned over and whispered loudly enough for Soobin to hear, “Why are you smiling at your phone like that? You look suspiciously happy for someone who’s been acting like a zombie for weeks.”
You startled and quickly locked your screen, shoving the phone into your bag.“It’s nothing,” you muttered, avoiding both of their curious gazes. “Just a funny meme I saw.”Yunjin raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. “A meme? Since when do memes make you smile like you just won the lottery?”Soobin chuckled softly beside you but didn’t push. Still, you could feel both of them watching you more closely for the rest of the lecture.
When the final class of the day finally ended, you packed your things slowly, hoping the crowd in the hallway would thin out. But the moment the three of you stepped out of the lecture hall into the bustling corridor, you knew something was wrong.
Eyes were everywhere.Students who usually walked past without a second glance were now openly staring. A group of girls near the notice board pulled out their phones as you passed. Whispers rippled through the hallway like a wave. Someone even pointed discreetly in your direction.
Yunjin noticed immediately and linked her arm with yours. “Okay, what the hell is going on? Did we suddenly become celebrities overnight?”Soobin moved to your other side, creating a small protective barrier. “It does feel like we’re in one of those high school drama scenes where everyone turns to look at the main characters,” he joked lightly, though his voice held clear concern. “Did you do something scandalous without telling us?”
You kept your head down, cheeks burning with embarrassment. You knew exactly why they were staring. The news of you getting out of Heeseung’s car this morning had clearly spread like wildfire across campus.You didn’t respond to their teasing. You just wanted to get out of there as fast as possible.
Just as you turned the corner toward the main exit, Soobin’s phone buzzed loudly. He pulled it out, glanced at the screen, and his expression changed instantly from amused to shocked.
“Uh… guys?” His voice was unusually serious. “You really need to see this.”He turned the phone toward you and Yunjin.It was a notification from Decelis Confessions the infamous anonymous campus Twitter account that loved stirring drama.The post had already exploded with likes, retweets, and comments in a very short time.
Decelis Confessions : “Plot twist of the semester 😳
Spotted this morning basketball captain Lee Heeseung personally dropping off the girl who has publicly hated him for months. They looked pretty cozy getting out of his car together. What happened to ‘I can’t stand him’? 👀
Picture attached.”
Below the caption was a clear, well timed photo of you stepping out of Heeseung’s car this morning. Your face was visible enough for people to recognize you, even with your hood partially up. The comments were already spiraling out of control
• “Wait… wasn’t she the one who always complained about his parties???”
• “Enemies to lovers speedrun 💀”
• “Heeseung finally got the girl who hated him the most”
• “This is the most interesting thing that’s happened all semester”
Yunjin’s eyes widened dramatically as she read it. “What the actual fuck is this?!”Soobin looked at you with deep concern, his usual calm expression cracking. “Is this real? You came to school with Heeseung today?”You felt your stomach drop violently. The nausea you had managed to keep under control all day came rushing back with full force. Your hands started trembling as you stared at the post, frozen in the middle of the busy hallway while more students walked past, whispering and checking their phones.
The secret was no longer contained itwas public.
And it was spreading faster than you could ever hope to control.The three of you stood frozen in the middle of the busy hallway, Soobin’s phone still held out between you. The Decelis Confessions post glowed brightly on the screen, the photo of you stepping out of Heeseung’s car crystal clear for everyone to see. The comments were flooding in so fast the numbers were climbing by the second.Yunjin’s mouth fell open. “This is you this is literally you this morning.” Soobin looked at you with wide, concerned eyes. “You came with Heeseung today?”
You felt your face burn with embarrassment. The nausea that had been simmering all day surged violently, and you had to swallow hard to keep it down. Your hands were trembling as you clutched the strap of your bag.You forced yourself to speak, voice shaky but trying to sound casual.“He just dropped me because I was running late this morning,” you said quickly, repeating the excuse you had given them earlier. “That’s all. I told you guys I was in a rush.”
Yunjin wasn’t convinced. She crossed her arms, staring at you intensely. “Running late? Since when does Lee Heeseung play taxi for someone he supposedly hates?”
You shifted uncomfortably on your feet, avoiding their gazes. The whispers around you were getting louder. More people were stopping to look.“I… I have something to tell you guys,” you admitted quietly, your voice barely audible over the hallway noise. “But not right now. I’ll tell you when the time is right. I promise.”Yunjin’s eyes narrowed. She stepped closer, refusing to let you dodge this.“No way you can’t drop a bomb like that and then say ‘later.’ What is going on? First you disappear at the party, then you look like death for two weeks, now you’re getting out of Heeseung’s car like it’s normal? Spill it.”
Soobin placed a gentle hand on Yunjin’s arm, trying to calm her down.“Yunjin,” he said softly but firmly, “she said she’ll tell us when she’s ready. We should respect that. She’s clearly going through something.”
Yunjin huffed, clearly frustrated, but she backed off a little. Still, she couldn’t resist one last sarcastic jab.
“Fine,” she said, rolling her eyes dramatically. “Don’t tell me you’re secretly dating Heeseung now and you’re pregnant with his child or something.”She laughed at her own ridiculous joke.You, however, froze.
The words hit way too close to home. Your stomach twisted violently. For a split second, you felt like the entire hallway was spinning. You let out an awkward, strained laugh too loud, too forced trying desperately to play it off.“Haha… yeah, right,” you managed, the sound hollow even to your own ears. “As if.”Yunjin raised an eyebrow at your weird reaction but eventually shrugged it off, linking her arm with yours again as the three of you continued walking.
“Whatever but seriously, you better tell us soon. We’re worried about you.”Soobin gave you a small, reassuring smile, though the concern in his eyes didn’t fade. “Whenever you’re ready. No pressure.”You nodded weakly, forcing another smile as you walked with them toward the exit. Inside, your heart was pounding so hard you thought it might burst. The ultrasound picture hidden in your bag suddenly felt ten times heavier.
Yunjin’s sarcastic joke had been way too accurate.
And you had no idea how much longer you could keep pretending everything was fine.The rest of your classes dragged on painfully.You kept your hood pulled up the entire day, even indoors, trying to hide your face as much as possible. It didn’t help. Everywhere you went walking through the corridors, sitting in the library during break, or moving between lecture halls people stared some whispered some openly pointed a few girls even took subtle photos as you passed by.You felt incredibly small.
Like you had shrunk to the size of an ant under a microscope. Every glance made your shoulders curl inward. Every whisper made your stomach twist with nausea and anxiety. You kept your head down, eyes fixed on the floor or your notebook, clutching the star-shaped squishy toy Heeseung had given you like a lifeline. You barely spoke in group discussions. You barely ate during lunch, pushing the food around your plate while Yunjin and Soobin exchanged worried glances.Soobin noticed everything.He stayed close to you the whole day, walking on the side where more people could see him, subtly shielding you from the worst of the stares. During breaks, he tried his best to lighten the mood with his usual gentle humor.
At one point, while you were sitting on a bench between classes, he nudged your shoulder lightly.
“You know,” he said softly, “if everyone’s going to stare anyway, we should give them something worth staring at. Maybe start doing dramatic poses every time someone looks?”You let out a small, tired laugh despite yourself. Soobin smiled, pleased that he managed to get even that out of you.He kept it up throughout the day sharing funny memes, telling light stories about his roommate’s failed cooking attempts, and reminding you of that time the three of you got lost during a group project trip last semester.
His quiet, steady presence helped more than he probably realized.When the final class ended, Soobin didn’t even ask he simply fell into step beside you.
“I’ll drop you back to your apartment,” he said gently. “No arguments.”You were too drained to protest. The walk to your building was quiet, but Soobin made sure to fill the silence with easy conversation, never pushing you to talk about what was really going on.
When you finally reached your door, you turned to him with a small, grateful smile.“Thank you, Soobin. For today and for walking me back.”
He gave you that soft, warm smile of his. “Anytime. You know that, right? If you need to talk I’m here.”
You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat. “I know. Thank you.”Soobin waited until you were safely inside before waving goodbye and heading off.The moment the door closed behind you, you leaned against it, letting out a long, exhausted breath. Your phone buzzed in your pocket.
Heeseung : Did you reach home safely?
You replied quickly.
You : Yes Soobin dropped me back
There was a slightly longer pause than usual before his next message came in.
Heeseung : Oh good that he was there. I’ll bring dinner over later if you want
You stared at the message. It was polite. Normal, even. But something about the “Oh.” and the brief delay felt off. Like a tiny flicker of something unspoken.You didn’t reply right away. You just slid down to the floor, still wearing your hoodie with the hood up, feeling the weight of the day crash over you.
The stares the whispers the rumors spreading like wildfire.Everything was changing so fast.You pulled out the ultrasound picture again and stared at the tiny flicker of a heartbeat, hand resting gently on your stomach.This little life inside you was already turning your world upside down.And now, even Heeseung’s messages carried a quiet weight you couldn’t quite name.
That evening, Heeseung showed up at your door right on time with dinner.He carried a paper bag filled with carefully prepared containers mild chicken porridge with ginger, steamed vegetables, and some fresh fruit slices. Nothing strong smelling. Nothing that would trigger your nausea. He handed it over with a quiet “Eat slowly,” waited until you took a few spoonfuls in front of him, and then left without lingering too long.
From that point on, the next month slowly settled into a new, surprisingly comfortable rhythm between the two of you.
Heeseung became a constant, quiet presence in your life. He was nothing like the loud, arrogant neighbor you had spent months disliking. He was attentive in ways that quietly surprised you. Some mornings, he would knock softly on your door with breakfast already packed simple things like rice porridge or toast with a little honey that your stomach could handle. Other times, he would show up in the afternoon with electrolyte drinks and medicine when he noticed you hadn’t left your apartment all day. On particularly bad nausea days, he would bring over warm ginger tea without you even asking.
He started staying over more often too. Sometimes he would sleep on your couch after bringing dinner, especially on nights when your anxiety kept you awake or the nausea was relentless. You would wake up to find him already making plain toast in your kitchen or folding the blanket he had used. His loud parties had almost completely disappeared. The music was rare now, and when it did play, it was kept low and ended early.
He was there for the small things too. When your favorite hoodie got a tear, a new one in the exact same oversized style appeared at your door the next day. When you mentioned in passing that the smell of your old shampoo made you sick, he came back with a new, scent free one. On days when the fatigue was overwhelming, he would quietly sit with you on the couch, not pushing you to talk, just keeping you company while you rested. You were now two months pregnant.
Your bump was still small enough to hide under loose hoodies and oversized sweaters, but your body was changing in ways that were impossible to ignore. The nausea came in unpredictable waves. The exhaustion made even simple tasks feel heavy. Your emotions swung wildly one moment you felt determined, the next you were crying over nothing. And yet, you still hadn’t told Yunjin, Soobin, or your parents.
Every time you tried to find the right moment, it never felt perfect. The fear of their reactions, their questions, and the overwhelming reality of it all kept stopping you.
This evening, Yunjin was coming over for a group study session. You had already texted Heeseung earlier in the day
You : Yunjin is coming over tonight for study. Can’t do dinner together sorry
His reply had been simple and understanding
Heeseung : No worries lmk if you need anything
At 6:45 PM, there was a knock on your door. You opened it expecting Yunjin.Instead, Heeseung stood there holding a small bag.“I know you said no dinner,” he said softly, “but I brought some light snacks in case you get hungry later. Ginger cookies and cut fruit. Just keep them in the fridge.”You took the bag, feeling that familiar warmth spread through your chest again. “Thank you,” you whispered.Heeseung gave you a small, gentle smile. His eyes lingered on you for a second longer than usual, like he wanted to say more, but he simply nodded.
“I’ll be next door if you need me.”He turned to leave just as Yunjin appeared at the end of the hallway, carrying her bag and laptop. The moment she saw Heeseung leaving your apartment, her eyebrows shot up.She waited until he disappeared into his own door before stepping inside yours and closing the door with a dramatic click.“Okay,” she said immediately, crossing her arms. “What the hell was that?”You froze for a split second at Yunjin’s question, then forced a casual shrug, trying to sound as normal as possible.
“He just had some extra fruits and snacks,” you said, avoiding her sharp gaze. “He was being a good neighbor, that’s all. No big deal.”Yunjin stared at you like you had grown a second head. She let out a loud, disbelieving scoff and crossed her arms tighter. “A good neighbor?” she repeated, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Heeseung? The same guy who used to blast music until 3 a.m. just to piss you off? The one you called an entitled asshole for months? Since when does he randomly bring you snacks like some thoughtful boyfriend? Come on. He’s never been good to you. He’s an asshole, and we both know it.”
Her words hit harder than you expected. You felt a pang of defensiveness rise in your chest, even though part of you knew she was right or at least, she used to be.You rubbed your temple, suddenly feeling exhausted. “Yunjin, can you please calm down? It’s really not that deep. Let’s just get our books out and start studying, okay? I’ll go get the snacks and cut fruits he brought.”You didn’t wait for her reply. You quickly moved toward the kitchen area, grateful for the excuse to escape her intense stare.
Your hands were slightly shaky as you took out the containers Heeseung had brought the ginger cookies, fresh fruit slices, and some light crackers. You arranged them neatly on a plate, trying to buy yourself a few extra seconds to collect your thoughts.
Yunjin muttered something under her breath behind you, but you ignored it and focused on the task.
Two minutes later, you returned to the living room with the plate of snacks, forcing a small smile.“Here, I brought—”Your words died in your throat.
Yunjin was no longer sitting on the couch.She was sitting on the edge of your bed, holding the ultrasound picture in her hands. The same one you had left on your nightstand earlier, half hidden under a notebook. Her eyes were wide, completely fixed on the small black and white image. The room felt like all the air had been sucked out of it. You froze on the spot, the plate trembling slightly in your hands. Your heart slammed against your ribcage so hard you thought it might break.
Yunjin slowly looked up at you, her expression a mixture of shock, confusion, and dawning realization.
“…What the hell is this?” she whispered, voice barely audible.The snacks suddenly felt too heavy. The plate nearly slipped from your fingers as the weight of the moment crashed down on you. You had imagined telling her a thousand times, but never like this. Never with her accidentally finding the proof before you were ready.Your mouth opened, but no words came out. You just stood there, frozen in the middle of your apartment, staring at your best friend holding the ultrasound picture of the baby you were still too scared to fully talk about.
Yunjin’s eyes flicked back down to the image, then back up to your face. Her voice cracked slightly when she spoke again.“Is this… yours?”You stood frozen in the middle of your room, the plate of snacks still trembling in your hands. Yunjin’s eyes were wide, locked onto the ultrasound picture she was holding. The silence stretched for what felt like forever. Finally, you gave a small, shaky nod.Yunjin’s reaction was immediate.
“Oh my god—” She dropped the picture onto the bed and rushed toward you, nearly knocking the plate out of your hands. She wrapped her arms around you tightly, pulling you into a fierce hug. “Oh my god, congratulations!!”You were completely taken back. Your body stiffened at first, but the warmth of her hug and the genuine joy mixed with shock in her voice broke something inside you. Tears welled up in your eyes instantly. You hugged her back, burying your face in her shoulder as both of you started crying.
Yunjin was sobbing softly, rocking you gently. “I can’t believe this You’re pregnant? You’re actually pregnant? Oh my god, I’m so happy for you but I’m also so mad you didn’t tell me sooner!” You cried harder into her shoulder, the relief of finally being seen of not carrying this secret completely alone anymore washing over you in waves. The two of you stood there in the middle of your apartment, hugging and crying for a long minute, the plate of snacks long forgotten on the table.
Eventually, you both pulled back, wiping your tears. Yunjin’s mascara was slightly smudged, and she let out a watery laugh as she cupped your face with both hands.“Tell me everything,” she whispered, still emotional. “When did this happen? How far along are you? Are you okay?” You sat down on the edge of the bed together. You took a deep, shaky breath, trying to steady yourself. “We we’re dating,” you said first, the lie slipping out carefully. “Me and Heeseung. It started after Sunghoon’s party.”
Yunjin’s eyes widened, but before she could react fully, you continued, dropping the bigger truth.“And he’s the father.”The words hung in the air.Yunjin froze completely. Her mouth fell open in pure shock. For a few long seconds, she just stared at you, processing.
Then she let out a breathless, disbelieving laugh.
“I I suspected something was going on between you two,” she admitted, still looking stunned. “The way you’ve been acting lately, disappearing, looking exhausted, and then suddenly getting out of his car this morning I thought maybe you were secretly seeing each other. But him being the father? Holy shit.”
She grabbed your hands, squeezing them tightly, her expression shifting rapidly between shock, worry, and tentative happiness.“Are you okay? Like, actually okay? This is a lot. And with Heeseung of all people” She trailed off, searching your face. “Do you want this baby? Are you keeping it?”You nodded slowly, fresh tears slipping down your cheeks.“I’m keeping it,” you whispered. “I saw the heartbeat and I just couldn’t do it. I couldn’t get rid of it.”Yunjin pulled you into another tight hug, rubbing your back.
“Oh babe I’m here whatever you need. We’ll figure this out together, okay? You’re not alone in this.”
You clung to her, crying quietly into her shoulder again. The relief of finally telling someone, especially your best friend, was overwhelming. But the fear was still there.Because now that Yunjin knew telling Soobin, your parents, and the rest of the world was going to be the next terrifying step.
Yunjin pulled back from the hug but kept her hands on your shoulders, staring at you with wide, teary eyes. She looked like her brain was still trying to catch up with everything you had just told her.“Okay okay, wait,” she said, wiping her own tears. “Let me process this. You’re pregnant. With Heeseung’s baby. And you’re keeping it.”You nodded, sniffling.Yunjin took a deep breath, then launched into full best friend interrogation mode. “Is he taking care of you? Like, actually taking care of you? Or is he being his usual asshole self and making this all about him?” You shook your head slowly.
“He’s been really good, actually,” you said quietly. “He’s been showing up without me asking. He brings me food that doesn’t make me throw up ginger tea, plain porridge, light stuff like that. He checks on me every day. He even skipped basketball practice to take me to the clinic. And when I was crying in the doctor’s room he held me and he cried too.”Yunjin stared at you, completely stunned. Her mouth opened, then closed, then opened again.
“…Heeseung? Lee Heeseung? The loud party guy who used to piss you off on purpose?” She looked genuinely shocked. “You’re telling me he’s been nice? Supportive?”You nodded again, a small, tired smile tugging at your lips. “He wanted to keep the baby,” you added softly. “When I told him I was thinking about terminating, he said he supported whatever I decided. But he also said he would be there for me and the baby no matter what.”Yunjin leaned back against the headboard, looking completely floored.
“I… I don’t even know what to say. That’s not the Heeseung I know. I thought he was going to be a total dick about this.”
You let out a watery laugh. “Me too but he’s been really different.” Yunjin was quiet for a moment, processing everything. Then, suddenly, her entire expression shifted. The shock melted away into pure excitement. Her eyes lit up as she grabbed your hands again. “Oh my god,” she squealed, voice rising. “We need to come up with a nickname for your baby! Right now!” You blinked, caught off guard by the sudden mood shift, but her energy was contagious. A small, genuine laugh escaped you.
“Already?” you asked, wiping your tears. “Yes! We have to!” Yunjin grinned, scooting closer. “Okay, okay what about ummm Bean? Because they’re bean sized right now!”You wrinkled your nose. “Too basic.”
“Peanut?”
“Even more basic.”
Yunjin tapped her chin dramatically. “Hmm what about Sprout? Little Sprout!”You giggled. “That’s kind of cute.” “Or or Bubbles!” You both laughed, the tension in the room slowly easing as you brainstormed together.Then Yunjin gasped. “Wait what about Bambi?”You paused. “Bambi?” you repeated, testing the name. A soft smile spread across your face. “Like the deer?” “Yes! Because they’re tiny and cute and probably really gentle and soft Bambi.” Yunjin bounced a little on the bed. “Eeek, I love it!” You looked down at your stomach, gently placing a hand over it.
“Bambi…” you whispered. The name felt warm. gentle and right.You looked back at Yunjin, tears still in your eyes but now mixed with a small, hopeful smile.
“I think I really like Bambi.”Yunjin squealed again and pulled you into another tight hug.“Bambi it is! Our little Bambi.”For the first time in weeks, you felt something other than fear and anxiety.You felt a spark of hope. And even though everything was still terrifying and complicated at least now you had Yunjin by your side and a little nickname for the tiny life growing inside you.
After the initial shock and tears settled, you and Yunjin barely touched your books.The notebooks and highlighters lay forgotten on the table while Yunjin sat cross legged on your bed, eyes sparkling with excitement. She was fully in planning mode, talking a mile a minute as she gestured wildly with her hands.
“Okay, first things first I’m calling dibs on being the godmother,” she declared dramatically, placing a hand over her heart. “I’m going to spoil this baby so much. They’re going to love me more than you.” You let out a soft laugh, wiping the last of your tears. “You’re ridiculous.”
“I’m serious!” she grinned. “And I’m team girl all the way. It’s definitely a girl. I can feel it. She’s going to be so cute, with your eyes and maybe Heeseung’s stupidly good hair. We’re going to dress her in tiny dresses and put little bows in her hair—” You shook your head, a small smile playing on your lips. “I don’t know I feel in my gut that it’s a boy.” Yunjin gasped, looking personally offended. “A boy?! No way this baby is a girl. I refuse to accept anything else.” You both laughed, but it quickly turned into a tiny, playful argument.
“You’re just saying that because you want to buy cute dresses,” you teased. “And you’re saying boy because you want a mini Heeseung running around,” she shot back, poking your arm. The lighthearted bickering felt normal, even. For a few minutes, the heavy weight of your secret lifted, replaced by giggles and Yunjin’s dramatic declarations. Eventually, she leaned back against the headboard, looking thoughtful. “I’m going to be in charge of the baby shower,” she announced. “And the gender reveal. And the nursery theme. All of it. You don’t even have to lift a finger.”
You smiled softly, but then your expression turned serious. “Yunjin nobody can know yet,” you said quietly. “Not Soobin, not my parents, not anyone. Not about the pregnancy and not about me and Heeseung att least not right now.” Yunjin nodded, understanding immediately. “Of course. I won’t say a word.” You continued, “Maybe in a month or two, we’ll start publicly ‘flaunting’ the relationship to make it look real but right now we need to keep things quiet.” “Got it,” she said, squeezing your hand. “We’ll take it slow. One step at a time.”
The conversation flowed easily after that. Yunjin stayed the night, just like old times. You both changed into pajamas, turned on a comfort movie in the background, and talked for hours about baby names, nursery ideas, how you were feeling, and how Heeseung had been acting. She listened without judgment, only offering support and the occasional teasing remark. Later that night, while Yunjin was brushing her teeth in the bathroom, you picked up your phone and sent Heeseung a message.
You : Yunjin found out about the pregnancy tonight. She kind of discovered the ultrasound picture on her own. She’s staying over right now. We also came up with a nickname for the baby Bambi >.<
You stared at the message for a moment before sending it. A few minutes later, Heeseung replied.
Heeseung : Bambi? I like it
Heeseung : How did she take it? Are you okay?
You smiled faintly at his concern.
You : She took it surprisingly well she’s excited cried a lot. Declared herself godmother already and yes I’m okay just tired
Heeseung : Good tell her I said hi and get some rest. I’ll bring breakfast tomorrow morning
You put your phone down and looked over at Yunjin, who was now sprawled on the other side of your bed, already half asleep. For the first time in weeks, you didn’t feel completely alone in this. You still had a long way to go telling Soobin, telling your parents, figuring out how to navigate this fake relationship with Heeseung, and actually becoming a mother.
But tonight, with your best friend beside you and a tiny nickname for your baby, things felt just a little bit lighter.
The next morning, you and Yunjin were still half asleep when there was a soft knock on your door.
Yunjin groaned dramatically from her side of the bed, burying her face deeper into the pillow. “If that’s Heeseung, tell him I’m interrogating him before I let him leave.” You smiled tiredly and dragged yourself out of bed, still in your oversized sleep shirt. When you opened the door, Heeseung was standing there holding two large paper bags and a tray with drinks.
“Morning,” he said softly, his voice gentle. “I brought breakfast for both of you. Figured Yunjin might be hungry too.”
He stepped inside after you let him in. The smell of warm food, mild porridge, fresh fruit, and ginger tea filled the apartment without being overwhelming. Yunjin sat up in bed, hair messy, eyes narrowing the second she saw him. “Oh, perfect timing,” she said, suddenly wide awake. She crossed her arms like a judge about to deliver a verdict. “Sit down, Lee Heeseung. I have questions.” Heeseung didn’t even look surprised. He set the bags on the small table and pulled up a chair, calm and composed. “Ask away,” he said simply. Yunjin didn’t waste a second.
“Are you actually taking care of her or are you just playing nice because she’s pregnant?” “I’m taking care of her,” he answered steadily. “Every day. I bring food she can keep down, I check on her nausea, I make sure she’s resting. I was with her at the clinic yesterday.”
Yunjin narrowed her eyes. “And you’re not being an asshole to her behind closed doors?” Heeseung shook his head. “No I'm not. I know how I used to act but things are different now.” She fired off more questions, one after another.
He answered every single one patiently about how he was adjusting his practice schedule, how he was handling the pregnancy emotionally, whether he was pressuring you about anything. He never got defensive. He just answered honestly and quietly.
After nearly ten minutes of intense questioning, Yunjin finally leaned back, looking slightly impressed.
“…Okay. You’re not as much of an asshole as I thought,” she muttered. Heeseung gave a small, tired smile. “High praise.”
Before he left, he turned to you. His expression softened as he stepped closer. He gently cupped the side of your face and leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead. “I’ll be telling my coach and close friends about us and Bambi today,” he murmured against your skin. “Just so you know.”
Your heart melted into a puddle at the gentle gesture. The warmth of his lips on your forehead sent a flutter through your chest. This wasn’t the first time he had done this.
You remembered the night a week ago when the anxiety had hit you particularly hard. You had been crying uncontrollably, overwhelmed by fear and hormones. Heeseung had shown up without being asked, held you close on the couch, rubbed your back, and kissed your forehead repeatedly while whispering that everything would be okay until you finally fell asleep in his arms. The memory made your cheeks warm. Heeseung pulled back, gave you one last soft look, and quietly left the apartment.
The second the door closed, Yunjin let out a high pitched squeal and flopped back onto your bed.
“OH MY GODDDD!” she screamed into a pillow. “That was so sweet! The forehead kiss?! The ‘Bambi’?! I’m actually going to throw up from how cute that was. Heeseung?? Doing all of this?? I’m in shock.” You sat down on the edge of the bed, still feeling the ghost of his kiss on your forehead. Your heart was doing strange, fluttery things you weren’t ready to examine too closely.
Yunjin sat up again, grinning widely. “Okay, I take back half the things I said about him. He might actually be good for you and for Bambi.” You didn’t reply. You just smiled softly, fingers brushing over the spot he had kissed. For the first time, the future didn’t feel quite as terrifying. Even if everything was still complicated, Heeseung was proving, day by day, that he wasn’t going to run away from this and neither were you.
ꪆ୧ heeseung’s pov ─── ドラマ.
The day you decided to keep the baby, Heeseung felt something he had never experienced before.
It wasn’t just happiness. It was bigger than that overwhelming, almost frightening in its intensity. When you broke down in the doctor’s room and sobbed that you couldn’t go through with the termination, that you wanted to keep the baby, something inside him cracked open and flooded with warmth. He was over the moon. That same evening, after you had both returned to your apartment and the dust had settled a little, the words had slipped out of him before he could stop them.
“Marry me.”He had meant it. In that moment, with the image of that tiny heartbeat still fresh in his mind, he wanted nothing more than to do this properly to stand by you, to give the baby a real family, to prove he could be more than the guy you used to hate.
But you had laughed at first, then looked at him with wide, shocked eyes. You told him marriage wasn’t something you did just because of a baby. You said it needed trust, love, and knowing each other things you didn’t have.The rejection stung more than he wanted to admit. It hurt.
Not because he was arrogant enough to think you’d say yes immediately, but because for a brief moment, he had let himself imagine a future where you chose him too. Where this wasn’t just about responsibility, but something real.Still, he respected your decision. He couldn’t force you to love him. He couldn’t force you to marry him. He wouldn’t do that to you, and he refused to do that to himself either. That night, after he left your apartment, Heeseung couldn’t sleep. He sat on his couch in the dark for hours, staring at the wall that separated his place from yours. Then he opened his laptop and started researching.
He read everything. Early pregnancy symptoms morning sickness management prenatal vitamins. What foods to avoid. How the baby developed week by week emotional changes postpartum care. He spent hours going down rabbit holes articles, medical websites, forums where parents shared their experiences. When the sun started to rise, he moved on to parenting books. He ordered nearly twenty of them in one go everything from What to Expect When You’re Expecting to guides on co parenting, single parenting, and building healthy relationships after unexpected pregnancies. He even bought books on newborn care, baby sleep schedules, and how to support a partner through pregnancy.
By the time he finally closed his laptop, the sky was bright. He leaned back on the couch, rubbing his tired eyes. His mind was racing with information, but beneath all the facts and statistics was one clear, undeniable feeling he already loved this baby. More than he thought was possible in such a short time.
Even if you never loved him back, even if you never wanted to marry him, even if this ended up being the most complicated co-parenting situation in the world he was going to be there.
He was going to be a good father.
He refused to be anything less.
Heeseung glanced at the wall again, wondering if you were awake yet. He thought about texting you, but decided against it. You needed rest. Instead, he whispered to the empty room, voice rough from lack of sleep “I’ve got you both.” And for the first time in a long time, despite the pressure from his father, despite the uncertainty of his basketball career, despite the complicated feelings he had for you, Heeseung felt a quiet sense of purpose settle over him. This baby was going to change everything and he was ready.
Ever since the day you decided to keep the baby, Heeseung had been living in a state of quiet, overwhelming happiness. It wasn’t the loud, flashy kind of joy he was used to winning games, hearing the crowd cheer his name, or the temporary high from parties. This was deeper steadier. It settled in his chest like a warm light that never quite dimmed, even on his hardest days. He had no idea where he was finding the time, but somehow he was doing everything.
He woke up earlier than usual now, going for runs before practice, then pushing himself twice as hard during training sessions. His shots were cleaner, his focus sharper, his stamina noticeably better. Coach had even pulled him aside last week and said, “Whatever fire you’ve got under you lately keep it going.” Heeseung just smiled and kept working.
In the evenings, after practice, he studied harder than he ever had. He reviewed game footage, worked on assignments, and still found time to cook for you.
Simple, gentle meals that wouldn’t upset your stomach ginger porridge, steamed fish with mild seasoning, fresh fruit, warm soups. He enjoyed it. The rhythm of chopping vegetables, stirring pots, plating everything carefully it grounded him. But what made him happiest wasn’t just the baby it was you. You were slowly opening up to him.
What used to be nothing but sharp arguments and cold avoidance had turned into real conversations. Some nights he would cook in your kitchen while you sat on the counter or at the small table, watching him. You’d talk about your capstone project, about the art exhibitions you dreamed of curating one day.
Sometimes you’d ask him about basketball, about his dreams of going pro. He would catch himself smiling for no reason while stirring the pot, just because you were there, talking to him like he wasn’t the guy you used to hate. He often found himself thinking about you even when he wasn’t trying to.Did she eat today?
Is the nausea better this morning?Did she remember to take her vitamins?What is she doing right now?
These thoughts would sneak up on him during practice, during lectures, even late at night.
And instead of feeling annoyed by how much space you took up in his mind, he felt warm and content.
His friends and coach had started noticing the change too. During one practice, Jake had jogged up to him during a water break, wiping sweat from his forehead.
“Dude, you’ve been weirdly chill lately,” Jake said, grinning. “No more wild parties. You barely hang out with us after practice anymore. What’s going on? You got a secret girlfriend or something?” Heeseung just shrugged with a small smile. “Just focused.”
Beomgyu raised an eyebrow. “Focused? You look like you’re glowing, man. It’s creepy.” Even Coach had commented once, “Lee, you’ve been showing up with better energy lately. Whatever you’re doing outside of here keep doing it.” Heeseung didn’t tell them the truth yet. Not fully. He had quietly told his closest friends and coach that he was seeing someone seriously and that things were complicated, but good. He left out the pregnancy part for now. That was something you both needed to navigate together first.
His partying had almost completely stopped. The loud nights, the random girls, the chaos it all felt pointless now. He preferred quiet evenings cooking for you, or sitting on your couch while you rested your head on his shoulder, too tired to talk but not wanting to be alone. He was happier than he had ever been.
Even on days when the pressure from his father weighed on him, even when he worried about the future and how he was going to balance basketball, fatherhood, and whatever this was with you he was still happy.
Because for the first time in his life, Heeseung felt like he had something that truly mattered. Something worth working hard for. Something worth becoming better for.And that something was you and the tiny life growing inside you. Heeseung had no real reason to be near the Arts Building that afternoon. Practice had ended early, and he told himself he was just going for a walk to clear his head. When Sunghoon asked where he was headed, Heeseung casually mentioned something about needing to ask Sunghoon about a shared assignment. It was a weak excuse, but Sunghoon didn’t question it.
Deep down, Heeseung knew the truth. He wanted to see you. He didn’t fully understand why. Maybe it was the way you had started smiling at him more often when he brought you dinner. Maybe it was the quiet nights where you let him stay over on your couch. Or maybe it was the tiny life growing inside you that made him feel inexplicably drawn to you. Whatever it was, he found himself walking toward the Arts Building, hands in his pockets, pretending it was completely normal.
They were halfway there when he spotted you. You were walking out of the main entrance with Yunjin and Soobin, laughing at something Yunjin was saying. The late afternoon sunlight caught your face perfectly your warm brown eyes sparkling with amusement, the natural soft pink flush on your cheeks, the way your hair moved as you tilted your head back in laughter. Heeseung stopped in his tracks. God… were you always this pretty? He couldn’t look away. The carefree smile on your face, the lightness in your step, the way you looked so alive and bright despite everything you were going throughit hit him square in the chest.
For a moment, the entire campus faded into background noise. It was just you. Sunghoon walked a few steps ahead before realizing Heeseung had stopped. He turned around, eyebrows raised. “Yo, what are you—” Sunghoon followed Heeseung’s gaze and smirked. “Oh? Staring at someone?” Heeseung blinked, snapping out of it. “What? No.” Sunghoon’s smirk widened. “Sure you were practically frozen. Who is she?” Heeseung quickly looked away and grabbed Sunghoon’s arm, dragging him in the opposite direction. “No one let’s go. I don’t even know why I came this way.”
Sunghoon laughed, letting himself be pulled along but still glancing back curiously. “Alright, whatever you say. But you were definitely staring.” Heeseung didn’t reply. He just kept walking, ears slightly warm.
His heart was still beating faster than usual.
He had no idea when you had gone from being the annoying neighbor he loved to tease to someone whose laugh made him stop dead in his tracks like an idiot. But one thing was becoming clearer every single day he was falling for you and he had no idea what to do with that.
Heeseung had always been honest with himself about one thing girls had never meant much to him beyond a night of fun. It was never emotional, never deep. To him, it was all about sex, release, and moving on the next day. No strings, no feelings, no complications. That was how he liked it, simple and easy. But you you were different. From the very beginning, even when you were banging on his door calling him an asshole, something about you had gotten under his skin in a way no one else ever had. And now, after the pregnancy, after seeing that tiny heartbeat, after holding you while you cried he realized it wasn’t just about the baby.
It was about you. He cared about you. Not because you were carrying his child, but because it was you. The girl who didn’t care about his status, who called him out without hesitation, who had dreams bigger than campus popularity. He loved how different you were from the other girls how real, how stubborn, how unapologetically yourself. It might have sounded cliché as hell, but it was the truth. He was falling for you hard.
That evening, when you texted him that Yunjin had found out about the pregnancy and that the two of you had come up with a nickname for the baby, Heeseung had been in the middle of cooking.
You : Yunjin found out. We came up with a nickname for the baby Bambi
He had stared at the message for a long time, heart suddenly pounding Bambi.The word hit him like fireworks exploding in his chest. He whispered it under his breath, a soft smile spreading across his face. “Bambi”He loved it. He loved it so much it almost scared him. The image of a tiny, gentle little life, his child being called something so soft and precious made something warm and protective bloom inside him. He was starting to fall not just for the idea of being a father, but for the reality of building something with you.
The next morning, when he had dropped off breakfast and kissed your forehead in front of Yunjin, he had felt his cheeks flush with warmth. The way you had looked at him surprised, soft, a little flustered had done something dangerous to his heart. He had to practically run out of your apartment to hide the stupid smile threatening to break across his face.
He loved kissing your forehead. He loved the quiet nights when he held you close until you fell asleep. He loved pulling you into his arms when you cried because of hormones or fear or exhaustion. He loved being the person you leaned on now.
And the scariest part?He was starting to realize he didn’t just want to be there for the baby.He wanted to be there for you.Even if you didn’t feel the same way yet.Even if you had rejected his impulsive marriage proposal.Even if this whole thing was messy and complicated and terrifying.Heeseung leaned back on his couch that night, staring at the ceiling with a small, private smile Bambi.He whispered the name again, letting it settle in his heart like a promise.He was falling in love with you.And for the first time in his life, he wasn’t running away from it.
That same day, Heeseung made up his mind.
He was going to tell them.Not everything, not the messy parts, not the fact that you two weren’t actually dating yet but the important truths. That he was seeing you. That you were pregnant. That this baby was his.He arrived at practice with a strange mix of nerves and resolve settled in his chest. For once, his mind wasn’t entirely on basketball. Every drill, every sprint, every shot he took felt secondary to the conversation he knew was coming afterward.
Practice went surprisingly well. His focus was sharp, his movements clean. He pushed himself harder than usual, and it showed. Coach noticed, giving him an approving nod at the end but saying nothing more.
When practice finally ended and most of the team started heading toward the lockers, Heeseung raised his voice.
“Coach guys can you stay back for a minute? I need to talk to you.”The group Coach, Jake, Jay, Beomgyu, and a couple of other close teammates exchanged curious glances but stayed. They gathered near the benches, wiping sweat from their faces, water bottles in hand.
Heeseung stood in front of them, heart pounding harder than it had during any game. He rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly unsure how to start.
“I… uh, I’ve been seeing someone,” he began. His voice was steady, but his hands were clenched at his sides. “It’s serious. And she’s pregnant.”The silence that followed was deafening.Jake’s water bottle froze halfway to his mouth. Jay’s eyebrows shot up. Beomgyu’s mouth fell open.Coach was the first to speak, voice low and serious. “Pregnant?”Heeseung nodded. “Yeah two months along. It wasn’t planned but we’re keeping the baby.”Beomgyu let out a stunned laugh. “Holy shit, Heeseung. You’re going to be a dad?”
Jake stepped forward, eyes wide. “Wait who is she? Do we know her?”Heeseung hesitated for half a second, then said it.“It’s the girl next door. The one who used to hate me. We had a thing after Sunghoon’s party. And now she’s pregnant with my child.”The reaction was immediate.Jay looked like he was buffering. “You’re telling me you got the one girl who couldn’t stand you pregnant?” Beomgyu grinned, still in disbelief. “This is insane. The girl who used to bang on your door? That girl?”
Heeseung let out a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck again. “Yeah that one.”Coach crossed his arms, studying him carefully. “And you’re sure about this? Keeping the baby?”“I’m sure,” Heeseung said without hesitation. His voice softened. “I saw the heartbeat. It’s real I want this. I’m going to take care of both of them.”The group was quiet for a moment, processing.Then Jake broke into a wide grin and pulled Heeseung into a rough hug. “Damn, man, congratulations. This is wild, butI’m happy for you.”
One by one, the others followed clapping him on the back, offering stunned but genuine congratulations. Even the coach gave him a firm nod and a pat on the shoulder.
“This is going to change things for you, Lee,” Coach said seriously. “But if you’re committed, we’ll work around it. Your priorities are shifting. That’s part of growing up.”Heeseung nodded, feeling a strange sense of relief now that the truth was out with the people who mattered most on the team.As they finally headed toward the lockers, Beomgyu slung an arm around his shoulders.“So does this mean no more parties?” he teased.Heeseung smiled, small but real.
“Yeah,” he said quietly. “No more parties.”Because right now, the only thing that mattered was you and Bambi.And for the first time in his life, Heeseung was completely okay with that.
ꪆ୧ ─── ドラマ.
Things were starting to get rough.The pregnancy hormones had fully kicked in, and they were merciless.At two months, your body no longer felt like your own. The nausea had eased slightly, but it was replaced by something far more overwhelming an intense, almost constant wave of desire that left you restless and frustrated.
Your emotions swung wildly from one extreme to another. One moment you were crying over a soft song, the next you were irritable for no reason. But the worst part was the arousal.It was relentless.You’d wake up in the middle of the night flushed and aching, thighs pressed together, body throbbing with a need you couldn’t ignore.
During the day, innocent things would set you off the low timbre of Heeseung’s voice when he brought you breakfast, the way his shirt stretched across his shoulders when he cooked, even the faint scent of his cologne drifting through the wall between your apartments. Your breasts were tender and hypersensitive, brushing against fabric made you bite your lip to hold back a whimper.
You tried to take care of it yourself.Late at night, when Yunjin wasn’t staying over and the apartment was quiet, you’d slip your hand between your legs, desperate for relief. But no matter how much you touched yourself, slow circles, faster strokes, even bringing out the small vibrator you rarely used wasn't enough. The orgasms felt shallow, unsatisfying, leaving you even more wound up than before. Your body craved something deeper, something fuller.
Something only another person could give.And the worst part? That person was right next door.
Heeseung. The same Heeseung who had been nothing but gentle and attentive these past weeks. The one who kissed your forehead, held you when you cried, cooked meals that didn’t make you sick. The one whose quiet care was slowly chipping away at the walls you’d built around yourself.You hated how much you wanted him.
You’d lie in bed at night, hand between your thighs, imagining his hands instead his long fingers, his mouth, the way he had touched you that one reckless night. The memory of him inside you, deep and thick, made you moan softly into your pillow as you tried (and failed) to find release.It was getting harder to hide.Your cheeks would flush randomly during conversations with Yunjin. You’d press your thighs together during lectures when a sudden wave of heat hit you.
You found yourself staring at Heeseung’s hands when he brought you food, wondering how they would feel on your skin again. You felt embarrassed, guilty and horny beyond reason.And you had no idea how much longer you could keep pretending everything was fine.
A month had passed since you told your parents.
They had flown in to visit you after you finally gathered the courage to break the news over a video call. The moment you told them you were pregnant and that you were dating Heeseung the reaction was everything you had hoped for but still left you emotional.
Your mom had gasped, then immediately started crying happy tears. Your dad he had gone completely silent for almost ten seconds before his eyes welled up. He shed so many tears that day, pulling you into the tightest hug when they arrived, whispering how proud he was of you and how excited he was to become a grandfather. They both adored Heeseung from the first meeting your dad even clapped him on the back and said, “Take care of my daughter and my grandbaby, son.” The support from them had been overwhelming in the best way.
Now, today was the day. Heeseung’s basketball match is your first public appearance as his (fake) girlfriend in front of everyone.You were three months along. Your belly had started to show a soft, consistent bloat that made your clothes fit differently. You couldn’t hide it completely anymore, but it still looked like normal bloating to most people. Only you, Heeseung, Yunjin, Soobin, and your parents knew the truth.
Heeseung had left early in the morning. As captain, he needed to be with the team for warm ups and strategy meetings. Before he left, he had gently placed his spare jersey in your hands, the one with “LEE 7” printed on the back. “Wear this,” he had said softly, kissing your forehead. “You don’t have to worry about anything today. Just enjoy the game. I’ve got you.” You were nervous as hell. You stood in front of your mirror, adjusting the oversized jersey. It was big on you, falling mid-thigh, but it felt comforting.
You paired it with leggings and a light jacket to hide the slight curve of your belly. Yunjin and Soobin were already waiting for you downstairs.When you finally met them outside, Yunjin squealed at the sight of you in Heeseung’s jersey.“Oh my god, look at you! His girlfriend era is so real,” she teased, linking her arm with yours. Soobin smiled warmly, though his eyes still held that protective worry he’d had ever since you told him the truth two weeks ago. “You look good,” Soobin said gently. “Ready?”You nodded, even though your stomach was doing flips.
The arena was packed when you arrived. The energy was electric cheers, music, the sound of basketballs bouncing during warm ups. The moment you walked in with Yunjin and Soobin, a few heads turned. People whispered. Someone pointed. You kept your head slightly down, heart racing, but Yunjin squeezed your arm reassuringly.
The three of you found seats close to the court, right behind the home team’s bench. As soon as you sat down, the players started coming out for the national anthem. Your eyes immediately found Heeseung.
He looked focused, tall and confident in his uniform. But the second his gaze landed on you wearing his jersey, his expression softened. A small, private smile tugged at his lips. He gave you a subtle nod before turning back to his team.
The game started, and the crowd went wild.
You tried to focus on the match, but your nerves were through the roof. Every time Heeseung made a play, your heart jumped. Every time the crowd cheered his name, you felt a strange mix of pride and anxiety. Yunjin was screaming her lungs out, Soobin was calmly explaining plays to you, but your mind kept drifting.This was real now.You were here as Heeseung’s girlfriend at least in everyone’s eyes.
And you were carrying his baby.During a timeout, Heeseung jogged over to the sidelines.
He looked up at you again, his eyes warm even from a distance. He mouthed “You okay?” and you gave him a small nod and a thumbs up. He smiled that soft, real smile he only seemed to give you these days before jogging back to his team. Yunjin nudged you with her elbow, grinning. “He’s whipped,” she whispered. “Look at him checking on you during the game.”
You didn’t reply. You just squeezed the star shaped squishy toy in your pocket and tried to calm your racing heart.
The game continued, loud and fast paced, but your mind was somewhere else entirely on the tiny life growing inside you, on the boy on the court who was trying so hard to be there for you, and on how complicated and scary and strangely hopeful everything felt right now. The final buzzer sounded, and the entire arena erupted.
Your university team had won by a solid 12 points. The crowd was on their feet, cheering wildly as the players celebrated on the court. Heeseung was right in the middle of it all, smiling wide, laughing with his teammates, hair sweaty and sticking to his forehead. He looked so happy. So alive. So incredibly cool as he high-fived his teammates and lifted the game ball in victory. You couldn’t stop staring.
Even from the stands, you could see the pure joy on his face. For a moment, all the complications between you two faded, and you just felt proud. Proud of him.
After the celebrations on the court died down a little, Heeseung jogged over to the sidelines where you, Yunjin, and Soobin were waiting. Without hesitation, he pulled you into a warm, sweaty hug right there in front of everyone.
His arms wrapped around you tightly, one hand gently pressing against your lower back. The crowd around you cheered louder at the sight. Cameras flashed. Whispers turned into audible gasps.
Heeseung pulled back just enough to look at you, then leaned in and pressed a soft, lingering peck on your cheek.“You did great,” you whispered, still a little dazed by the public affection. He smiled, that soft, private smile he only seemed to give you these days.
“I’ll be back with the team in a bit we have to do the post game stuff,” he said, voice low so only you could hear. “Go home with Soobin and Yunjin, okay? I’ll text you when I’m heading back.”
You nodded, cheeks burning. “Okay.” He gave your hand one last gentle squeeze before jogging back toward his teammates. You stood there, heart racing, as Yunjin squealed beside you and Soobin gave you a knowing look. The walk back to the apartment with your friends felt surreal. People were still staring, whispering, taking photos. But your mind wasn’t on them.It was on him. Why are you blushing? you thought, pressing your cool hands to your warm cheeks as you walked. It was just a hug. Just a peck on the cheek. It’s all fake anyway.
But your body didn’t seem to care that it was fake.
A familiar heat had pooled low in your belly. Your pussy clenched involuntarily at the memory of his arms around you, his breath against your cheek, the way his jersey had clung to his broad shoulders and back while he played. The pregnancy hormones were ruthless these days. They turned every innocent touch, every look, every small act of care into something filthy in your mind. You pressed your thighs together as you walked, trying to ignore the growing ache between your legs.
Why did everything Heeseung did suddenly feel so hot? The way he had looked at you after the win, the way he had hugged you so publicly, the way he had kissed your cheek like it was the most natural thing in the world you were horny.Embarrassingly, desperately horny.And it was getting harder and harder to pretend you weren’t affected by him.
When you finally got back to your apartment, you thanked Soobin and Yunjin for coming with you. Yunjin hugged you tightly before leaving, whispering, “Text me if you need anything, baby mama,” with a wink.
Soobin gave you a gentle, concerned smile and reminded you to rest.The moment the door closed, you leaned against it and let out a shaky breath.
Your hand drifted down to rest on your slightly bloated belly three months. You were three months pregnant with Heeseung’s baby and your body was betraying you in the most inconvenient ways possible.
You closed your eyes, remembering the way Heeseung had looked at you after the game, happy, proud, and focused only on you in a crowded arena.
Your pussy clenched again.
“Fuck,” you whispered to the empty apartment, cheeks burning.This was getting dangerous.You couldn’t fight it anymore. The moment you stepped inside your apartment and locked the door, the ache between your legs became unbearable. Pregnancy hormones had turned your body into something foreign hypersensitive, needy, and constantly throbbing. Your breasts felt heavy and swollen, your nipples tight against the fabric of your bra. Your pussy was slick and aching, clenching around nothing.
You didn’t even make it to the bed properly.
You kicked off your shoes, yanked your pants and panties down in one desperate motion, and fell back onto the mattress. Your shirt was pushed up hastily over your breasts. The cool air hit your heated skin as you cupped your swollen tits, squeezing them roughly. A broken moan slipped from your lips when your fingers brushed your sensitive nipples.
“Fuck…” you whispered, eyes fluttering shut.
One hand stayed on your breast, pinching and rolling your nipple, while the other slid down your stomach and between your thighs.
You were soaked. Your fingers glided easily over your swollen clit, rubbing tight, frantic circles. The relief was immediate but not enough. You pushed two fingers inside yourself, pumping desperately, imagining thicker, longer fingers his fingers.
Your hips bucked against your hand. Soft, needy whimpers filled the room as you fucked yourself faster, thighs trembling. The pressure built quickly, but every time you got close, it slipped away. You needed more. You needed him. You were so lost in it eyes closed, lips parted, fingers thrusting wetly inside your dripping pussy that you didn’t hear the front door open
Heeseung stepped inside quietly, holding the spare key you had given him weeks ago. He had come to check on you after the game, worried you might be tired or nauseous.The sight that greeted him made him freeze in the doorway. You were sprawled on the bed, shirt rucked up, pants around one ankle, legs spread. Your fingers were buried deep inside your glistening pussy, pumping frantically while your other hand squeezed your swollen breast. Your face was flushed with pleasure, lips parted in soft, desperate moans.
Heeseung’s breath caught. His cock hardened instantly in his sweatpants. For a second, it was painfully awkward. He should have left. He should have announced himself.But then your eyes fluttered open and locked onto him.You didn’t stop.Instead, your voice came out hoarse and pleading.“Heeseung… please.” He stepped closer, eyes dark with lust but still careful. “Are you sure?” he asked, voice rough. “You don’t have to—” “Please,” you whimpered, fingers still moving slowly inside yourself. “I can’t I need you. Please help me.” That was all it took.
Heeseung climbed onto the bed, settling between your spread thighs. He gently pulled your hand away, replacing it with his own. Two thick fingers slid into your soaked heat easily, curling perfectly against that spot that made you cry out. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” he groaned, pumping his fingers steadily. His thumb found your swollen clit and rubbed tight circles. “Been thinking about me, baby?” You moaned loudly, hips bucking against his hand. He leaned down, sucking one of your sensitive nipples into his mouth while his fingers fucked you deeper, faster. The wet, obscene sounds of his fingers thrusting into your dripping pussy filled the room.
Heeseung added a third finger, stretching you open, curling them just right. His mouth moved between your breasts, sucking and licking your swollen nipples until you were shaking.“I’m close—” you gasped, fingers threading through his hair. “Come for me,” he murmured against your skin, thumb pressing harder on your clit. Your orgasm crashed over you hard. You cried out, back arching, walls clenching tightly around his fingers as pleasure tore through you. Heeseung kept pumping his fingers through it, drawing out every wave until you were trembling and oversensitive.
But you still weren’t satisfied. You tugged at his shirt desperately. “More please, Heeseung. I need you inside me.” He didn’t hesitate. He pulled his fingers out, quickly stripping off his clothes. His cock sprang free thick, hard, and leaking at the tip. He positioned himself between your thighs, rubbing the head of his cock along your slick folds before slowly pushing in.
You both moaned as he sank deep inside you. He was gentle but firm, filling you completely in one smooth thrust. Heeseung groaned at how tight and wet you were, forehead dropping to yours.
“Fuck you feel so good,” he breathed, starting to move. He fucked you with deep, steady strokes, hips rolling against yours. One hand cradled your slightly bloated belly protectively while the other gripped your thigh, holding you open for him. The wet slap of skin and your mingled moans filled the room.
Heeseung kissed you deeply, tongue sliding against yours as he thrust harder, hitting that perfect spot inside you with every stroke. Your hands roamed his back, nails digging into his skin as another orgasm built fast. “Come again for me,” he whispered against your lips. “Let me feel you.”
You shattered around him with a cry, pussy clenching tightly around his cock. Heeseung groaned, thrusting a few more times before burying himself deep and coming hard inside you, hips jerking as he filled you with hot spurts of cum. He stayed inside you for a long moment, both of you breathing heavily. Then he gently pulled out and collapsed beside you, immediately pulling you into his arms. He kissed your forehead, then your temple, holding you close as you came down from the high.
You lay there afterward, breathing hard, body limp and glowing with the aftershocks of pleasure. Heeseung stayed buried inside you for a long moment, forehead pressed against yours, both of you catching your breath. His hand gently stroked your side, thumb brushing over the slight swell of your belly in a protective, almost reverent way.
Eventually, he pulled out slowly, a soft groan leaving his lips as he did. You winced at the sudden emptiness, but Heeseung was already moving, pulling you into his arms and tucking you against his chest.
He kissed your forehead, then your temple, holding you close as your breathing slowly evened out.
Neither of you spoke for a while. The only sounds in the room were your mingled breathing and the faint hum of the air conditioner. Heeseung’s fingers traced lazy patterns on your back. His voice, when he finally spoke, was low and rough. “…You should’ve told me it was getting this bad,” he murmured. “I would’ve helped sooner.” You buried your face in his neck, cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and lingering arousal. “I didn’t know how to say it. It’s humiliating. I feel like my body isn’t mine anymore.”
Heeseung tightened his arms around you. “It’s not humiliating. You’re pregnant. Your body is changing because of our baby. If you need me for anything just tell me. I’m right here.” You stayed silent, letting his warmth seep into you. The hormones were still humming under your skin, but the sharp edge of desperation had dulled into a comfortable, sated haze. After a few minutes, Heeseung gently pulled back so he could look at you. “You okay?” he asked softly, brushing a strand of hair from your face. You nodded. “Yeah, thank you.”
He smiled that small, genuine smile that made your chest feel strangely tight and kissed your forehead again. “Stay here. I’ll clean you up.” He got up, completely naked and unashamed, and returned moments later with a warm, damp cloth. He wiped you down gently between your legs, then cleaned himself before crawling back into bed and pulling you against his chest once more. You let yourself relax into him, one hand resting on your slightly rounded belly.
For the first time in weeks, the constant ache of need was quiet. But as you lay there in Heeseung’s arms, listening to his steady heartbeat, a new kind of nervousness settled in.
Because the line between “fake” and “real” was starting to blur dangerously fast. He held you close against his chest, one hand stroking soothing circles on your back while the other rested protectively over the small, soft swell of your belly. The room was quiet except for your slowing breaths and the faint hum of the city outside the window. You stayed like that for a while, skin warm and slightly damp, hearts still beating fast. Neither of you felt the need to speak right away. It felt strangely peaceful.
Eventually, Heeseung broke the silence, his voice low and soft against your hair. “I’ve been reading parenting books,” he murmured, fingers tracing lazy, comforting patterns along your spine. “A lot of them. What to Expect When You’re Expecting, guides on newborn care, nutrition during pregnancy everything I could find. I wanted to be prepared. For you and the baby.” You tilted your head up to look at him, genuinely surprised. “Really? You’ve been doing that?”
Heeseung nodded, a small, almost shy smile touching his lips. “Yeah. I’ve been learning about the second trimester, what symptoms might get worse or better, how to support you when the nausea is bad, safe exercises, all of it. I don’t want to be clueless. I want to do this right.”
You felt a warm flutter in your chest. You hadn’t expected him to take it this seriously. Before you could respond, he continued gently, "And if you ever have any needs physical, emotional, anything at all I’ll always be there for you. Whether it’s holding you when you’re anxious, helping with the nausea, or anything else. Just tell me. Only if it’s okay with you, of course.” You hesitated for a second, then whispered, “Will that be okay with you? Because we aren’t really a couple.” Heeseung was quiet for a moment, then pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.
“It’s okay with me,” he said simply. “I know we’re not traditional. But I care about you. And I care about our baby. So whatever you need, I’m here with no pressure , no expectations. Just me, showing up for both of you.” The sincerity in his voice made your eyes sting with tears. You buried your face in his neck, nodding against his skin. The conversation flowed easily after that quiet, honest, and surprisingly comfortable. You told him about your fears of balancing university with pregnancy, how scared you were about telling more people, and how overwhelmed you sometimes felt by the changes in your body.
Heeseung listened without interrupting, rubbing your back the whole time. He shared his own worries too the pressure from his father, his fears about balancing basketball and fatherhood, and how he sometimes felt unprepared but determined to try his best.
Eventually, the talking slowed. Heeseung shifted lower on the bed, resting his cheek gently against your bare belly. He looked up at you with soft, questioning eyes. “Can I talk to the baby?” he asked quietly. “If that’s okay with you.” Your throat tightened with emotion. You nodded.
Heeseung smiled faintly and pressed a soft kiss to the small swell of your stomach. Then, in a low, gentle voice, he spoke “Hey, Bambi it’s me your dad. I know things are a little complicated right now, but I want you to know I’m really happy you’re here. I’m going to take care of you and your mom, okay? We’ve got you. Both of us.” You felt tears slip down your cheeks as you watched him. Heeseung stayed there for a while, murmuring soft promises and little stories to your belly, his hand resting protectively over it.
When he finally crawled back up, he pulled you into his arms again, skin to skin, warm and safe. You tucked your face against his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. You both fell asleep like that completely naked, wrapped around each other, his hand resting protectively over your stomach where Bambi was growing. For the first time in a long while, the future didn’t feel quite so terrifying.
The next morning, you woke up slowly, blinking against the soft sunlight filtering through your curtains. Your body felt heavy in that familiar, exhausted way the pregnancy making even sleep feel like it wasn’t quite enough. You reached out instinctively to the other side of the bed, expecting warmth, expecting Heeseung’s arm around you like it had been when you fell asleep. But the bed was empty. The sheets where he had lain were cool. He must have left a while ago.
You sat up slowly, rubbing your eyes, and noticed a small yellow post it note stuck to the lamp on your nightstand. You reached for it, heart giving a little flutter as you read his neat handwriting
“Made breakfast for you. It’s in the fridge mild porridge with ginger and some fruit. Please eat it before you go to classes. Had some early work with the team, had to leave. Text me when you wake up. Take care of yourself and Bambi today. - Heeseung”
You stared at the note for a long moment, thumb brushing over his name. A strange mix of emotions washed over you warmth, gratitude, and that familiar flutter of confusion in your chest. He had cooked for you again, even though he had practice. Even though he left early. Even though he didn’t have to. You placed the post-it carefully on the nightstand and got out of bed. Your hand instinctively moved to rest on your slightly bloated belly as you walked to the kitchen. True to his word, there was a container in the fridge with perfectly portioned porridge and fresh-cut fruit on the side. A small bottle of ginger tea sat beside it.
You heated the porridge and sat at your small table, eating slowly. The food was gentle on your stomach, exactly what you needed. As you ate, your mind replayed the events of last night the way Heeseung had held you, the way he had talked to your belly, the quiet honesty between you two.It was getting harder to remember that this was all supposed to be fake.
Your phone buzzed on the table. A message from Heeseung.
Heeseung : Did you wake up? Did you eat?
You smiled faintly and replied.
You : Just woke up eating breakfast now thank you
Heeseung : Good let me know how you’re feeling today. I’ll try to finish early so I can bring dinner
You put your phone down and continued eating, one hand still resting on your belly. The reality of your situation felt heavier every day. You were three months pregnant. You were pretending to date the guy you used to hate. You were slowly letting him into your life in ways you never expected. And yet it didn’t feel as terrifying as it once did. After finishing breakfast, you got ready for classes, loose clothes to hide the small curve of your belly, comfortable shoes, and your usual hoodie. Before leaving, you glanced at the post-it note again, then carefully folded it and tucked it into your bag.
As you locked your apartment door, you couldn’t help but think about how much had changed in such a short time. Heeseung was becoming someone you relied on. And you weren’t sure how you felt about that yet.
Heeseung woke up slowly, warmth surrounding him. You were still asleep in his arms, face tucked against his chest, one hand resting lightly on his stomach. Your breathing was soft and even, your body relaxed against his in a way that made his heart feel too big for his chest. The early morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over your face. He smiled a small, private, uncontrollably happy smile.
He was so happy.
Waking up like this, with you curled into him, knowing there was a tiny life growing between you it felt like something he didn’t deserve but would fight to keep. For the first time in a long time, the future didn’t feel like pressure. It felt like hope. His phone vibrated on the nightstand. Heeseung’s smile faded slightly when he saw the caller ID Dad.
He carefully slipped his arm from under you, moving slowly so he wouldn’t wake you. You stirred a little but settled back into the pillow with a soft sigh. Heeseung watched you for a second longer, heart clenching with affection, before he grabbed his phone and quietly left the room, closing the bedroom door behind him.He answered the call in the living room, voice low.“Hey, Dad.” Instead of a greeting, his father’s sharp voice cut through immediately.
“So it’s true? You have a girlfriend now? And you’re wasting your time on her instead of focusing on the league?” Heeseung’s jaw tightened. He leaned against the kitchen counter, running a hand through his messy hair. “I’m serious about her, Dad,” he said, voice steady but firm. “I want to marry her.” A harsh scoff came through the line. “Marry her? You don’t think about getting into the league, about your future, about everything I’ve sacrificed for you but you think about marriage? With some girl who’s probably just using you for your name?”
Heeseung stayed silent for a moment, letting the familiar sting of his father’s words wash over him. He didn’t argue. He knew it was pointless. His dad continued, tone cold and commanding. “I want to meet her and bring her for Thanksgiving. We’ll see what kind of girl managed to distract you this badly.”
Heeseung exhaled slowly. “Sure. I’ll bring her.” The line went dead without another word.
Heeseung lowered the phone, staring at the black screen for a long moment. The happiness he had felt waking up with you in his arms was still there, but now it was shadowed by the familiar weight of his father’s expectations. He walked back to the bedroom quietly and stood in the doorway for a while, watching you sleep. Your hand had moved to rest on your belly in your sleep a small, protective gesture that made his chest ache with tenderness. Heeseung smiled softly despite everything. Thanksgiving was going to be complicated. But for you and Bambi he would face it he always would.
A few days had passed since that emotional night.
Your life had slowly started to find a strange new rhythm. Mornings often began with Heeseung’s quiet knocks or a text asking how you slept. He still brought you breakfast on most days, always something gentle on your stomach. The nausea was still present but no longer as violent. Your belly had grown just a little more noticeable, a soft curve that you hid under oversized hoodies and loose sweaters.
Today was your checkup. You stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the oversized sweater over your belly.
Three months and a few days. The doctor had said everything looked good at the last visit, but you were still nervous every time. You gently placed a hand over your stomach, feeling the slight firmness there.
Bambi. The nickname made you smile despite the nerves. Your phone buzzed on the counter.
Heeseung : I’m outside ready when you are no rush
You took a deep breath, grabbed your bag, and headed downstairs. Heeseung was waiting by his car, leaning against the door in a casual black hoodie and jeans. The moment he saw you, his expression softened into that small, genuine smile he seemed to reserve only for you lately. “Hey,” he said, opening the passenger door for you. “How are you feeling today?”
“Better than yesterday,” you replied, sliding in. “Still a little nauseous in the mornings, but not as bad.”
Heeseung nodded, closing the door gently before getting into the driver’s seat. The drive to the clinic was quiet but comfortable. He asked about your classes, about whether the fatigue had eased, and told you a light story about Beomgyu messing up a drill during practice. You found yourself smiling more than you expected.
A few days later, you had your regular checkup.
Dr. Kim was as kind and patient as always. She did a quick scan, confirmed that everything was progressing normally, and then smiled warmly at both of you. “Everything looks great. The baby is growing well. At your next appointment, around the four month mark, we should be able to determine the gender if you’d like to know. Would you be interested in finding out?” You glanced at Heeseung. He looked at you with soft eyes, waiting for your decision.
You nodded slowly. “Yes I think I’d like to know.”
Heeseung’s hand gently squeezed yours. Dr. Kim smiled and scheduled the next appointment before sending you off with more prenatal vitamins and advice on managing fatigue. After leaving the clinic, Heeseung turned to you in the car. “There’s a movie showing that looked pretty light, not too intense want to go? Just the two of us.” You agreed. The theatre was dimly lit and not very crowded. You chose seats near the back, a little more private. Heeseung bought snacks you could handle plain popcorn and ginger ale and settled in beside you.
The movie started, but your mind was elsewhere.
The pregnancy hormones had been relentless lately. Your body felt hypersensitive. Every brush of his arm against yours, every time his thigh pressed against yours in the seat, sent heat pooling low in your belly. You tried to focus on the screen, but your eyes kept drifting to him the sharp line of his jaw, the way his hand rested on his thigh, the subtle scent of his cologne. You couldn’t fight it. Halfway through the movie, when the theatre was dark and quiet, you leaned over and whispered in his ear.
“Heeseung…” He turned his head slightly. “Yeah?”
Instead of answering with words, you reached over and slowly slid your hand onto his thigh. He tensed, but didn’t stop you. Your fingers moved higher, palming him through his jeans. He was already half hard. His breath hitched. “Baby what are you doing?”
You didn’t answer. You quietly unzipped his jeans, reached inside, and pulled his cock out. He was thick and warm in your hand. You stroked him slowly at first, feeling him harden fully under your touch.
Heeseung’s hand gripped the armrest. “Fuck are you sure?”
You nodded, already sliding down in your seat. You leaned over, taking him into your mouth. Heeseung sucked in a sharp breath, his hand gently threading through your hair. You took him deeper, tongue swirling around the head before sliding down his length. He was big you had to go slow, relaxing your throat to take more of him. The salty taste of his precum coated your tongue as you bobbed your head, sucking him with wet, quiet sounds.
Heeseung’s breathing grew heavier. He tried to stay quiet, biting his lip, but soft, low groans escaped him whenever you sucked harder or swirled your tongue just right. His fingers tightened in your hair, not pushing, just holding on. “You’re gonna kill me,” he whispered, voice strained. “So fucking good”
You took him as deep as you could, hollowing your cheeks, one hand stroking what you couldn’t fit in your mouth. His hips twitched slightly, fighting the urge to thrust. You could feel him throbbing against your tongue, getting closer.
When he finally came, it was with a quiet, choked groan. Hot spurts filled your mouth as you swallowed around him, milking him through it. Heeseung’s hand trembled in your hair, breathing ragged. You pulled off slowly, licking your lips as you sat back up. Heeseung looked at you with dark, stunned eyes, chest rising and falling quickly. He quickly tucked himself back into his jeans, then pulled you close, kissing your temple. “Fuck… that was…” He couldn’t even finish the sentence.
You smiled shyly, cheeks warm, heart still racing.
The rest of the movie passed in a haze. Heeseung kept his arm around you, thumb gently stroking your shoulder, occasionally pressing soft kisses to your hair. When the credits rolled, he leaned in and whispered, “Let’s get you home.”
The car ride back to the apartment was quiet, but not uncomfortable. Heeseung’s hand occasionally brushed against yours on the center console, a small, reassuring touch that made your chest feel strangely warm. You were still replaying the movie in your head or at least pretending to while your body hummed with the memory of what you had done in the theatre. When you reached your building, Heeseung parked and walked you up to your door like he always did now. But instead of saying goodnight, he lingered in the hallway.
“Can I come in?” he asked softly. “I wanted to talk to you about something.” You nodded, unlocking the door and letting him inside. The apartment was dimly lit, the only light coming from the small lamp on the side table. You both took off your shoes and sat down on the couch. Heeseung turned to face you, looking a little tense. He took a slow breath before speaking.
“My family wants to meet you,” he said. “During Thanksgiving. My dad specifically asked me to bring you.” You blinked, processing the words. Thanksgiving was only a few weeks away. “Oh,” you said quietly. “Are we going to reveal the pregnancy then?”
Heeseung nodded, eyes steady on yours. “Yeah I think it’s time. They deserve to know.” You sat there for a moment, letting the idea settle. A small, nervous smile crossed your face. “I know they’ll be happy,” you said, trying to sound optimistic. “My parents were over the moon when I told them. Yours will probably be excited too, right? A grandbaby and everything”
Heeseung didn’t reply right away. He looked down at his hands, jaw tightening just slightly. You didn’t notice the way his shoulders tensed or the brief flash of worry in his eyes.
“Yeah,” he said eventually, voice quiet. “They’ll be happy.”But inside, Heeseung knew the truth.His father wouldn’t be happy. Not even close. The man who had spent years pressuring him to be better than his older brother, who had made it clear that basketball and the NBA were the only priorities that man was going to see this as a distraction. A mistake. A threat to everything he had planned for Heeseung’s future.
Heeseung could already imagine the cold disappointment in his father’s voice, the sharp questions, the comparisons to his perfect older brother who had never “messed up” like this.But he didn’t say any of that to you. Instead, he reached over and gently took your hand, squeezing it. “We’ll face it together,” he said softly. “Okay?” You nodded, leaning into his side a little. You still believed his family would be supportive like yours had been. You had no idea about the tension that existed between Heeseung and his father.
Heeseung wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, holding you there for a long moment.For now, he would let you believe everything would be fine.He would carry the worry alone. Because no matter how his parents reacted, one thing was certain he was going to protect you and Bambi no matter what.
The weeks that followed settled into a rhythm you never expected and one you were desperately trying not to get used to. Heeseung was always there. Quietly, steadily, without making a big deal out of it. He’d show up in the mornings with breakfast he’d prepared before practice, simple things like warm ginger porridge or toast with honey that your stomach could actually handle. Some days he’d stay longer than usual, sitting on the edge of your bed while you ate, watching you with that soft look in his eyes that made your chest feel tight. You told yourself it was just the pregnancy making you emotional.
One morning, after a particularly rough night of nausea, you woke up feeling miserable. Heeseung had let himself in with the spare key. Without saying much, he pulled you into the shower with him, washing your hair with gentle fingers while the warm water ran over both of you. The closeness, the steam, the way his body felt against yours , it ignited something fierce. You ended up pressed against the tiled wall, legs wrapped around his waist as he fucked you slow and deep, water cascading over your joined bodies. He whispered against your neck how beautiful you looked like this, carrying his baby, and you came so hard you saw stars.
Afterward, he dried you off, carried you back to bed, and held you until you fell asleep again. You told yourself it was just hormones. Just physical need nothing more. Another afternoon, you came home from classes exhausted and emotionally drained. Heeseung was already waiting inside, having cooked a light dinner. You barely ate two bites before the tears started. He didn’t ask questions. He just pulled you onto his lap on the couch, kissing you softly at first, then deeper, hungrier. You ended up riding him right there, slow and desperate, his hands cradling your slightly rounded belly the entire time.
He looked up at you like you were the only thing in his world, groaning your name when he came inside you. You hid your face in his shoulder afterward, heart racing for reasons you refused to name. There were quieter moments too. One night, when the anxiety hit you hard, you texted him at 2 a.m. He showed up minutes later, crawling into bed with you fully clothed. He held you close, rubbing your back, kissing your forehead repeatedly until you calmed down.
That night turned heated too you ended up on top of him again, moving slowly in the dark, his hands gentle on your hips as he whispered how strong you were. You came with his name on your lips and tried to convince yourself it didn’t mean anything. Heeseung started leaving little notes everywhere. “Drink water for Bambi.” “You’re doing amazing today.” “Text me when you’re home.” He’d read parenting books late at night and tell you random facts over dinner what week the baby could hear your voice, how to tell if the nausea was improving, safe positions for intimacy during pregnancy.
You’d watch him cook in your kitchen, sleeves rolled up, humming softly under his breath, and feel something dangerously warm bloom in your chest. You told yourself it was just the hormones making you soft. But it was getting harder to lie to yourself. One lazy Sunday afternoon, you were both on the couch watching a movie. Heeseung’s hand rested on your belly, thumb stroking absentmindedly. The simple touch turned into slow kisses, then heated touches.
You ended up straddling him, riding him deep and slow while the movie played in the background. He kept one hand on your belly the whole time, eyes locked on yours, whispering how much he loved seeing you like this. When you came, trembling in his arms, you had to bite your lip to stop yourself from saying something you couldn’t take back. You were trying so hard not to admit it.Every forehead kiss made your stomach flutter. Every time he cooked for you or held you through a crying spell, your heart felt too full.
Every night he stayed over, wrapped around you naked and warm, you had to remind yourself this is just for the baby. This isn’t real. I don’t like him like that.But deep down, you knew the truth was slipping away from you. You were starting to like Lee Heeseung the real him. The one who showed up without being asked. The one who read parenting books at 3 a.m. The one who looked at you like you were carrying something precious. And you had no idea what to do with that.
The day of Heeseung’s game arrived faster than you expected. It was the last match before the team’s short break for Thanksgiving, and you had agreed to go with Yunjin and Soobin. You were three months along now, your belly softly rounded under an oversized hoodie with Heeseung’s jersey number hidden beneath. The nausea had eased a bit, but the hormones still made everything feel more intense emotions, touches, even the cheers from the crowd.
You sat in the stands between your friends, heart fluttering with a mix of nervousness and something warmer you refused to name. Yunjin was practically bouncing in her seat, waving a small handmade sign that said “GO HEESUNG!” while Soobin sat calmly beside you, occasionally glancing at you with quiet concern. The game started strong, but it quickly became clear that today wasn’t their day.
Heeseung played hard you could see the determination on his face every time he drove to the basket or called out plays. But the opposing team was on fire, and your university’s defense kept slipping. By halftime, they were down by 8 points. The crowd grew restless. You found yourself gripping the star shaped squishy toy he had given you, squeezing it tightly every time Heeseung missed a shot or got blocked.
In the second half, things got worse. Heeseung fought until the final buzzer, but the team lost by 14 points.
The arena was quiet as the final score flashed on the screen. You felt a pang in your chest watching Heeseung stand on the court, shoulders slightly slumped, sweat dripping from his hair. He looked disappointed but not broken, still the captain, still trying to rally his teammates with claps on the back and quiet words.
After the teams shook hands and the crowd started to disperse, you told Yunjin and Soobin you’d meet them later. You made your way down toward the court area, heart beating faster as you waited near the tunnel.
Heeseung emerged a few minutes later, freshly showered, hair still damp. The moment his eyes found you, his expression softened. He walked straight to you, ignoring the few lingering people around.
Without a word, he pulled you into his arms, burying his face in your neck. You hugged him back tightly, one hand rubbing his back, the other resting on the back of his head.
“You played really well,” you whispered. “I’m proud of you.”He let out a heavy breath against your skin. “We fucked up today. I fucked up.” “You didn’t,” you said gently, pulling back just enough to look at him. “You fought until the end. That’s what captains do. One bad game doesn’t change how good you are.”
Heeseung searched your eyes for a moment, then leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, lingering there. His arms stayed wrapped around your waist, careful not to press too hard on your belly.
“Thank you for coming,” he murmured. “Means a lot.”
You stayed like that for a while, letting him hold you in the quiet hallway outside the locker room. A few of his teammates walked past, but no one said anything. The public affection felt natural now part of the “fake” image you were both maintaining. But the way he held you felt anything but fake.When he finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours. “We leave for my parents’ place in two days,” he said quietly. “You still okay with going?”
You nodded, even though nerves twisted in your stomach. “Yeah. We’ll face it together.”Heeseung smiled faintly and kissed your forehead one more time before letting you go.“I’ll see you later. Get some rest, okay? For you and Bambi.”You watched him walk back toward the locker room, heart doing that annoying flutter again.You told yourself it was just the pregnancy.Just hormones. But as you walked back to meet Yunjin and Soobin, you couldn’t ignore how safe you felt in his arms or how much you were starting to crave that feeling.
The arena slowly emptied as you, Soobin, and Yunjin made your way out into the cool night air. The loss still lingered in the atmosphere, but the walk back felt lighter thanks to your friends’ company. Yunjin was practically glowing Sunghoon had offered to drop her home after the game, and she couldn’t stop smiling about it. “I’ll see you guys later!” she called out, waving excitedly as Sunghoon’s car pulled up. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” Soobin chuckled softly beside you as you both continued walking toward your apartment building.
The streets were quieter now, the distant cheers from the arena fading behind you. Soobin walked at your pace, hands in his pockets, glancing at you every few steps.After a comfortable silence, he spoke gently. “So you and Heeseung, huh?” You kept your eyes on the sidewalk, fingers fiddling with the hem of your oversized hoodie. “Yeah I guess so.” Soobin nodded slowly. “He seems different with you. Nicer I’ve seen how he looks at you during games. How he checks on you. It’s not what I expected.”
You smiled faintly, thinking about the way Heeseung had hugged you after the match, the soft kiss on your forehead, the way he always made sure you ate something gentle on your stomach. “He’s been really good to me,” you admitted quietly. “He brings me food that doesn’t make me sick. He checks on me every day. He even reads parenting books e’s trying a lot.”
Soobin was quiet for a moment, processing. Then he asked the question you’d been dreading. “Do you actually love him?” You hesitated.
The words got stuck in your throat. Your heart raced as memories flashed through your mind Heeseung holding you while you cried, cooking for you at 2 a.m., kissing your belly and whispering to Bambi, the way he looked at you like you mattered.You forced a small laugh, trying to sound casual. “Obviously duh.” Soobin stopped walking. He turned to face you fully under a streetlight, his expression soft but serious.
“It just feels really sudden,” he said gently. “One minute you hated him. You used to complain about him every single day. And now you’re dating him and pregnant with his child. It’s a lot to take in. Are you sure you’re okay?” You looked down at your shoes, fingers tightening around the strap of your bag. The truth sat heavy in your chest you weren’t sure if you loved him. You were still trying so hard not to admit how much he was starting to mean to you. The hormones made everything confusing. The pregnancy made everything terrifying. And Heeseung himself made everything feel safe.
“I’m figuring it out,” you said quietly. “It’s complicated. But he’s been there for me for us.” Soobin nodded, not pushing any further. He simply walked beside you the rest of the way, offering his quiet, steady presence like he always did. When you reached your apartment building, he gave you a gentle hug. “I’m happy for you if you’re happy,” he said softly. “But if you ever need to talk I’m here. No judgment.” You hugged him back tightly, grateful beyond words. “Thank you, Soobin.”
As you walked up to your door alone, you leaned against it for a moment, hand resting on your belly.
You were still trying so hard not to admit it.
But every day, it was getting harder to lie to yourself.
You finally reached your apartment after the long walk back with Soobin and Yunjin. The moment the door closed behind you, the exhaustion of the day the game, the stares, the emotions settled heavily on your shoulders. You kicked off your shoes, changed into an oversized t-shirt, and crawled into bed. Before turning off the lights, you picked up your phone and texted Heeseung.
You : Reached home going to sleep now goodnight
You set the phone on the nightstand and turned off the lamp, pulling the blanket up to your chin. But sleep didn’t come. Thirty minutes passed. Then forty. You tossed and turned, mind racing with thoughts of the game, the whispers you’d heard, the weight of the secret you were still carrying, and the tiny life growing inside you. The pregnancy hormones made everything feel louder your emotions, your body, your worries. You heard the soft click of the front door opening. Heeseung must have used the spare key you’d given him.
A few seconds later, he appeared in the doorway of your bedroom, silhouetted by the faint hallway light. He looked tired from the game but his expression softened the moment he saw you.“You’re still awake?” he asked gently.You sat up slowly, hugging your knees to your chest. Your voice came out small and tired.“I can’t sleep…”
Heeseung didn’t hesitate. He walked over, kicked off his shoes, and climbed onto the bed beside you. Without a word, you raised your arms toward him. “Cuddles please?” Heeseung’s face softened even more. He pulled you into his arms immediately, wrapping you up against his chest.
One of his hands rested protectively over your small belly while the other stroked your back in slow, soothing circles. “Anything for my baby,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
The word “baby” made your heart skip. You knew this was all supposed to be fake the relationship, the affection, everything. He shouldn’t be calling you that. But you didn’t correct him. You just burrowed deeper into his chest, letting his warmth and steady heartbeat calm the storm inside you. Heeseung held you tighter, chin resting on top of your head. “Rough day?” he asked softly.
You nodded against him. “The game the stares everything feels too much sometimes.” “I know,” he murmured. “But you did good today. You were there for me. That means a lot.” You stayed silent, just letting him hold you. His hand continued its gentle strokes on your back, occasionally drifting to rub small circles over your belly. The simple touch made something warm bloom in your chest, something you quickly pushed down. It’s just hormones, you reminded yourself. This isn’t real. But it felt real.
Heeseung shifted slightly, pulling the blanket higher over both of you.
“Sleep now,” he whispered. “I’ve got you. Both of you.” You closed your eyes, safe in his arms, and finally drifted off. Heeseung stayed awake a little longer, holding you close, his hand never leaving your belly. He pressed one last soft kiss to your forehead before letting sleep take him too. In the quiet darkness of your apartment, wrapped in each other, the line between fake and real blurred a little more.
Heeseung lay awake in the dark, long after you had fallen asleep in his arms. Your head rested on his chest, breath warm and steady against his skin. One of your hands had unconsciously curled into his shirt, holding on even in sleep. His own hand stayed protectively over the small, soft swell of your belly where Bambi was growing. He could feel the faint warmth of your body, the subtle rise and fall of your breathing, and it made something deep and fierce bloom in his chest. He was so fucking happy.
It was terrifying how happy he was.This wasn’t the kind of happiness he was used to the rush of winning a game, the high of a party, the fleeting satisfaction of a random hookup. This was quieter and deeper. It settled in his bones and refused to leave. He had never imagined himself here lying in bed with the girl who used to hate him, holding her while she carried his child. But now that he was, he couldn’t picture anything else.
His thumb traced slow, gentle circles over your belly Bambi. The nickname still made him smile every time he thought about it. He remembered the first time he felt the baby move just a tiny flutter that you had grabbed his hand for. That moment had wrecked him in the best way. He had stayed up half the night after that, reading every article he could find about fetal movement, what it meant, how to support you through the coming months. He was falling in love with the baby. But he was also falling in love with you and that part scared him more.
He had always been honest with himself about girls before they were fun, temporary, never serious. But you were different. You had always been different. Even when you were yelling at him through the wall, even when you called him entitled and cocky, you looked at him like he was just a person. Not the basketball captain. Not the guy with the rich dad. Just… him and now? Now you let him hold you. You let him cook for you. You let him talk to your belly and kiss your forehead and stay the night when you were anxious. You were slowly opening up to him in ways he never thought you would.
Heeseung pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, breathing you in. He remembered the night he asked you to marry him. The way you had laughed at first, then looked at him with wide, shocked eyes. The rejection had hurt more than he let on. Not because his ego was bruised, but because for one brief, stupid moment, he had let himself imagine a future where you chose him too.
But he respected your decision. He wouldn’t force you to love him. He wouldn’t trap you in something you didn’t want. If all you could give him right now was this, these quiet nights, these shared moments, this careful co-parenting he would take it. He would take anything you were willing to give. Still he couldn’t stop the quiet hope that bloomed in his chest every time you smiled at him. Every time you leaned into his touch. Every time you fell asleep in his arms like you belonged there.
Heeseung closed his eyes, holding you a little tighter.
He didn’t know what the future held, especially with his father waiting at Thanksgiving, ready to judge and criticize. But for the first time in his life, he felt like he had something worth fighting for you and Bambi.
This strange, messy, beautiful thing growing between you. He was going to protect it. Even if you never loved him back the same way. Even if this was all still “fake” to you. Heeseung whispered against your hair, so quietly he barely heard it himself “I’ve got you both.” And in the dark, with you safe in his arms, he let himself believe it was enough for now.
ꪆ୧ ─── ドラマ.
The drive to Heeseung’s parents’ house felt longer than it should have. It was the day before Thanksgiving, and the highway stretched out in front of you, lined with trees that were slowly turning bare for winter. You sat in the passenger seat of Heeseung’s car, hands resting on your lap, occasionally drifting to the small, rounded curve of your belly under your oversized sweater. Three months and two weeks. The bump was undeniable now if you weren’t careful, but you still hid it as best as you could.
Heeseung drove with one hand on the wheel, the other occasionally brushing against yours on the center console. The radio played softly in the background some acoustic playlist he had put on because he knew loud music sometimes made your nausea worse these days. The silence between you wasn’t uncomfortable, but it was heavy. You could feel the weight of what was coming. Meeting his parents. Revealing the pregnancy. Pretending to be in a real relationship when everything still felt so fragile and confusing.
You glanced at him. He looked calm on the surface focused on the road, jaw relaxed but you noticed the way his fingers tapped lightly on the steering wheel. He was nervous too. “Are you okay?” you asked quietly. Heeseung gave you a small smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Yeah just thinking about how this is going to go.” He paused, then added, “My dad can be intense. He has high expectations. But my mom will probably be happy to see you. She’s been asking about you since I told them I was bringing someone.”
You nodded, looking out the window again. Your hand unconsciously rubbed small circles over your belly.
“I’m nervous,” you admitted after a while. “What if they don’t like me? What if they think I’m just some girl who trapped you?” Heeseung reached over and gently took your hand, squeezing it once before returning his to the wheel. “They’re not going to think that,” he said, voice steady. “And even if they do it doesn’t matter. This is about us and Bambi not them.”
You stayed quiet, but his words settled something warm in your chest. You tried to ignore it. It’s just hormones, you told yourself again. Don’t get attached.
The car ride continued with small talk to fill the silence. Heeseung asked about your capstone project, about whether the nausea had gotten any better, about what you wanted to eat when you got there. You asked him about his basketball schedule after the break, about whether he was excited to see his mom. The conversation was easy, almost domestic, and that scared you more than the upcoming meeting. At one point, Heeseung reached over and rested his hand on your thigh not sexual, just comforting. You let it stay there.
Halfway through the drive, he spoke again, voice softer. “Thank you for doing this with me,” he said. “I know it’s a lot. Meeting my family pretending all of it. But I’m glad it’s you.” Your heart did that annoying little flip again. You looked down at your lap, cheeks warming. “Yeah me too,” you whispered. The rest of the drive passed in comfortable quiet. Heeseung kept the music low, occasionally humming along. Every now and then his hand would find yours again, giving it a gentle squeeze.
When the familiar gates of his parents’ large, modern house came into view, your stomach twisted with nerves. Heeseung parked the car and turned to you, his expression serious but kind.“You ready?” he asked.
You took a deep breath and nodded.“As ready as I’ll ever be.” Heeseung leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead the same gentle gesture he had been giving you more and more lately. “We’ve got this,” he murmured against your skin. “Together.”
You stepped out of the car with him, heart pounding, hand instinctively resting on your belly as you walked toward the front door of his family home. Thanksgiving had officially begun. The walk from the car to the front door felt longer than it should have. Your hand instinctively rested on your belly under the oversized sweater, a small, protective gesture you’d developed over the past few weeks. The house was beautiful, modern, large, with clean lines and big windows that glowed warmly from the inside. It looked expensive. Intimidating.
Heeseung walked beside you, his hand lightly brushing against yours before he gently took it. His grip was warm and steady.“You okay?” he asked quietly. You nodded, even though your stomach was twisting with nerves. “Just a little scared.”
He squeezed your hand. “I’ve got you. We’ll do this together.”Before you could respond, the front door opened. A woman in her late 40s stepped out, elegant and poised, with sharp features softened by a warm smile. She had Heeseung’s dark eyes. This had to be his mom.
“Heeseung!” she called out happily, walking down the steps to meet you both. She pulled her son into a tight hug first. “My baby. You look tired. Have you been eating properly?” Heeseung hugged her back. “I’m fine, Mom.”Then she turned to you, her expression softening even more. “You must be the girl my son has been talking about,” she said warmly, stepping forward to pull you into a gentle hug. She smelled like expensive perfume and fresh flowers. “I’m Heeseung’s mom. It’s so nice to finally meet you.”
You hugged her back, surprised by how kind her embrace felt. “It’s nice to meet you too, Mrs. Lee.”
She pulled back but kept her hands on your shoulders, studying your face with genuine curiosity and warmth.“Please, call me Eunae,” she said. “Come inside, both of you. It’s cold out here.” She ushered you both into the house. The interior was even more impressive high ceilings, modern furniture, and a large living room that opened into a beautiful kitchen. The smell of something delicious cooking drifted from the kitchen. Eunae led you to the living room and gestured for you to sit on the large, comfortable sofa.
“Heeseung told us you’d be coming,” she said, sitting across from you with a soft smile. “I’ve been looking forward to this. He doesn’t bring girls home often, you know.” You felt your cheeks warm. Heeseung sat beside you, close enough that his thigh pressed against yours. Eunae asked gentle questions about your studies, your dreams of becoming an art curator, how you and Heeseung had started dating. You answered carefully, sticking to the story you two had rehearsed. She listened with genuine interest, occasionally glancing at Heeseung with a proud but slightly worried look.
Dinner was almost ready, she said. As she stood up to check on the food, she smiled at both of you.
“I’m really glad you’re here,” she said quietly. “Both of you. This house has been too quiet lately.”You smiled back, feeling a little less nervous. But the tension in the air was still there the knowledge that Heeseung’s dad was somewhere in the house, and that the real test was yet to come.Heeseung squeezed your hand again, as if sensing your thoughts. “We’ve got this,” he whispered when his mom left the room. You nodded, leaning into his side just a little.For now, you were safe.
Later at dinner the dining table was beautifully set. Heeseung’s mom had prepared a generous spread grilled meat, fresh vegetables, rice, and several side dishes. His dad sat at the head of the table, a tall, imposing man with sharp eyes and a serious expression. He had greeted you politely but coolly when you first arrived. The conversation started light. Eunae asked more about your studies. His dad asked about basketball. Heeseung answered calmly, his hand occasionally brushing yours under the table for reassurance.
Then, halfway through the meal, Heeseung cleared his throat. “Mom. Dad,” he said, voice steady but serious. “There’s something we need to tell you.”
Both parents looked at him. Eunae’s expression was curious. His dad’s was already guarded.Heeseung reached over and took your hand openly on the table.
“She’s pregnant,” he said. “Three months along. The baby is mine.” The silence that followed was heavy.
Eunae’s eyes widened, then filled with tears. She brought a hand to her mouth. “Oh a grandbaby?”
The dining room fell into a heavy, suffocating silence after Heeseung’s announcement. Eunae’s eyes were wide with surprise, then quickly filled with happy tears. She brought a hand to her mouth, whispering, “A grandbaby oh, Heeseung” But his father’s reaction was ice cold.Mr. Lee set his chopsticks down with a sharp clack. His eyes narrowed on Heeseung, then flicked to you with clear disapproval. “Pregnant,” he repeated, voice low and cutting. “You got this girl pregnant while you’re supposed to be focusing on your future in the league? Are you serious right now?”
Heeseung’s jaw tightened, but he kept his voice steady. “Yes. We’re keeping the baby.” Mr. Lee let out a harsh, disbelieving scoff. He leaned back in his chair, looking at his son like he was a disappointment he could barely stand. “Of course you are. Because that’s what you do, isn’t it? Make reckless decisions and expect everyone else to clean up after you.” His voice grew sharper, colder. “Your brother Heedo never did anything like this. He stayed focused. He trained hard. He made it pro without distractions. And you? You’re out here throwing away your career for some girl you barely know and a baby you’re not ready for.”
The words landed like punches.You felt Heeseung tense beside you, his hand gripping yours under the table. His shoulders stiffened, but he didn’t speak.
Mr. Lee wasn’t done. “You think you can handle this? You can’t even handle the pressure of being captain properly. Always distracted, always partying, always doing the bare minimum. Heedo was never like this. He was disciplined. He was excellent. And you you’re just average. Now you’ve gone and ruined your future before it even started.” The silence that followed was brutal.Eunae looked uncomfortable, glancing between her husband and son. Heeseung’s face was carefully blank
The silence that followed Mr. Lee’s words was brutal.
Eunae looked uncomfortable, her eyes darting between her husband and son. Heeseung’s face remained carefully blank, but you could feel the tension radiating from him the way his jaw clenched, the way his hand tightened around yours under the table. Mr. Lee leaned forward, voice dripping with disappointment. “You think you can handle a child? You can’t even handle yourself. Always chasing girls, throwing parties, wasting time instead of training like your brother did.
Heedo never let anything distract him. He made it pro because he was focused, disciplined, excellent and you? You’re average at best. Now you’ve gone and ruined your future before it even started all because you couldn’t keep it in your pants.” The words cut deep. You felt Heeseung flinch beside you, though he tried to hide it. Something inside you snapped.
You stood up abruptly, the chair scraping loudly against the floor. Your heart was pounding, but your voice came out steady and sharp. “Enough.” Everyone at the table turned to look at you. Mr. Lee’s eyes narrowed.
“You don’t get to talk to him like that,” you said, voice trembling with anger but clear. “Heeseung has been working incredibly hard. He’s been there for me every single day since we found out about the baby. He’s reading parenting books, adjusting his schedule, taking care of me when I’m sick all while still being the captain of his team. He’s trying his best, and that’s more than enough.” You looked at Heeseung, who was staring at you with wide, surprised eyes. “We’re leaving,” you said firmly, taking his hand. “We don’t have to sit here and listen to this.”
Heeseung stood up beside you without hesitation. Eunae looked torn, but she didn’t stop you. Mr. Lee’s face was red with anger, but you didn’t give him a chance to speak. “Thank you for dinner,” you said politely but coldly to Eunae. “But we’re done here.”
You pulled Heeseung toward the door. He followed without a word, his hand warm and tight around yours. The moment you stepped outside, the cool night air hit your face. You didn’t stop walking until you reached his car. Only then did you turn to him.
Heeseung looked stunned. His eyes were glassy, and for the first time, you saw raw vulnerability on his face.
“You stood up for me,” he whispered. You squeezed his hand. “Of course I did. He had no right to talk to you like that.” Heeseung pulled you into his arms right there in the driveway, hugging you tightly. You felt him exhale shakily against your hair. “Thank you,” he murmured. “I I don’t know what to say.” You hugged him back just as tightly, your hand resting on his back.
As you both drove away from his parents’ house, the silence in the car was heavy but not cold. Heeseung reached over and took your hand again, holding it the entire drive back. For the first time, you didn’t pull away. And for the first time, you didn’t tell yourself it was just hormones.
The drive back to the apartment complex was quiet.
Heeseung kept one hand on the wheel, the other occasionally brushing against yours on the center console. Neither of you said much. The weight of his father’s cruel words still hung heavy in the car, and you could feel the exhaustion radiating from him. His shoulders were tense, his jaw tight, and every now and then he let out a slow, controlled breath like he was trying to push the night’s events away.
When he finally parked in front of the building, it was already well past midnight. The hallway lights were dim, casting long shadows across the floor as you both walked up to your doors in silence. The air felt cooler now, the kind of late-night chill that made you pull your jacket a little tighter around yourself.
Heeseung stopped in front of his own apartment, keys in hand. He looked tired drained in a way that went beyond the long day and the difficult dinner. His eyes were distant, like he was still replaying his father’s voice in his head.
“I think… I want to be alone tonight,” he said quietly, not quite meeting your eyes. “Just need some time to think.” You nodded, understanding. The night had been draining for both of you. You didn’t want to push him when he clearly needed space. “Okay,” you whispered. “Take care of yourself.” Before he could turn away, you stepped forward and wrapped your arms around him in a tight hug. Heeseung stiffened for a second, surprised, then melted into it. His arms came around you, strong and warm, pulling you close.
You felt his face press into your hair, his breath shaky against your neck. For a long moment, you just held each other in the quiet hallway, the only sound being the faint hum of the building’s ventilation system.
When you finally pulled back, you rose onto your tiptoes and pressed a soft, lingering peck to his cheek. Your lips lingered there for a second longer than necessary, feeling the warmth of his skin.
Heeseung froze. His eyes widened slightly as he looked at you, surprised and something else, something softer, almost vulnerable. Why did you do that? you thought, heart racing. This is all supposed to be fake right? But you couldn’t deny it anymore.
You were in love with him. The realization hit you like a wave as you stood there in the dim hallway.
You loved Lee Heeseung not just because of the baby, not just because of the way he took care of you, but because of him. The man who showed up without being asked. The man who read parenting books at 3 a.m. The man who held you when you cried, kissed your forehead like it was the most natural thing in the world, and made you feel safe in a way no one else ever had. You wanted to build a family with him. You wanted the quiet nights, the shared meals, the gentle way he spoke to your belly. You wanted him.
The thought terrified you and warmed you at the same time. Heeseung lingered for a second longer, eyes searching yours, before he gave you a small, tired smile. “Goodnight,” he whispered. “Goodnight,” you replied softly. He disappeared into his apartment, the door clicking shut behind him. You stood there alone for a moment, heart still racing, before walking into your own place. You locked the door, leaned against it, and let out a long, shaky breath.
You’re in love with him, you admitted to yourself, pressing a hand to your chest. You want this. You want him. You want a family with him. The realization felt both freeing and terrifying. But before you could sit with it any longer, your phone buzzed on the kitchen counter. You walked over and picked it up. The screen showed a message from an unknown number.
Unknown : Stay away from Heeseung or else your career and his especially are doomed. I will make sure of it
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CHAPTER 1: THE DANCE OF NIGHTMARISH FUTURE
"Zhenya..."
The whisper slithered through the dark, curling in his ears like cigarette smoke. But it wasn't smoke—oh no. It was alive. A mass of shadow swam between the illuminated buildings of Moscow's skyline, gliding like serpents with wings, weaving through the air with an elegance too smooth to be natural. Each movement birthed a pulse of mirth—high-pitched, gleeful, then suddenly guttural. The laughter echoed in warped octaves, as if five voices argued for dominance from the same throat.
The man turned, twelve years old again. No suit. No penthouse. No power. Just a boy in his father's oversized coat, his knees scraped, and his soul trembling.
The city behind him cracked like porcelain. Skyscrapers splintered as though made of glass and ash. Light bled from their cores, swallowed into the widening mouth of a black void. Streetlights winked out. Cars dissolved into puddles of liquid time. The sky—once a brilliant cobalt—became a yawning abyss.
And in the midst of it, the shadow mass descended.
"No matter how much you try..."
The voice broke reality. It was nowhere and everywhere, carried by wind that didn't blow. The black tendrils coiled around him, slick and cold, caressing his skin like regret. He tried to move. His feet didn't obey. The air thickened into syrup.
Then it gripped him.
The shadows twisted around his neck with monstrous intimacy. The laughter pierced the silence again—needle-sharp, unrelenting. Each chuckle stabbed into his brain, laced with words. Words that cut deeper than bone.
"You will never be enough."
The voice warped, growing low and coarse. Familiar. His father's.
The boy's knees buckled. Tears rimmed his eyes, hot and shameful. He gasped, fingers clawing at the invisible coils crushing his throat. His legs kicked in air that felt like oil.
The boy choked out a scream—then the shadow released him.
He dropped, wheezing, to his knees. The blackness retreated with the laughter, now hollow and distant, echoing like the last words of a dying god.
Then—
Moscow shimmered in the early summer heat. Golden domes glinted in the morning sun, flanked by brutalist towers and old cathedrals locked in an eternal standoff. The streets bustled with caffeine and capitalism. It was about to be another Wednesday. The city, radiant and restless, marched on.
But within the penthouse atop Bolshaya Dmitrovka, time stood still.
Yevgeny Bogdanov sat bolt upright, pale as unspun silk, sweat glistening on his bare chest. The silk sheets clung to his body like bandages torn from a battlefield.
His breath came in shallow bursts. The remnants of the dream clung to his senses: a phantom weight on his neck, a child's weeping, a city that no longer stood.
He rubbed his temples, but the echo remained.
You will never be enough.
The sentence dug in like a shard of glass. He exhaled through gritted teeth and reached for the bedside control.
No lights.
Right. He had turned them off. The only source of light was the sunrays peeking through the flimsy curtains. Another foolish attempt to "retrain" himself. Darkness was supposed to soothe, not summon demons. But for the man with storm in his mind, darkness now bore teeth. The silence in the room wasn't real silence. It hummed, alive with something unseen. Always something watching. Never quite dreamt. Never quite real.
He slipped out from beneath the duvet, his feet kissing the cold marble floor. The chill grounded him. Momentarily.
And then—
The door slid open with a soft hiss, as if the universe had chosen the worst possible moment to interrupt.
Caesar Sergeyev entered with a smile only the well-rested and well-armed could carry. Six-foot-something of polished arrogance, wrapped in a designer suit the colour of storm clouds. Blond hair slicked back. Sharp jaw. Grey eyes like twin daggers resting in ice.
He moved like a man who'd never run from anything—because he hadn't.
"Morning," The man said with the tone of someone too cheerful to be trusted that morning. He cocked his head slightly, arms folded, assessing his boss with an unreadable smirk. "No sleep?"
Yevgeny offered him a sideways glare that said more than words ever could.
"What? Not even the pills worked?" Caesar's eyes widened theatrically, mock horror lighting up his face. "Mate, we've got the best doctor in Moscow—"
"Just go," The annoyed man interrupted, massaging his temple. "I need a moment."
But fate didn't care for moments.
A knock—gentle, hesitant. Like the tap of a bird's beak against glass.
Caesar waited, eyebrow raised, as if he wondered it was right to let the person in.
"Voyti vnutr," Yevgeny muttered.
The door creaked open.
A woman entered, her figure round and compact, wrapped in starched white. Her maid's uniform was spotless, but her hands trembled as if she carried a ghost in her apron. Her wrinkles were not from age, but from the stress the Bogdanovs inflicted upon her with their volatile personalities.
She spoke barely above a whisper. "Molodoy khozyain... Breakfast... is ready."
Her eyes flitted between the two men. Especially Caesar. She remembered yesterday. Everyone did. The master chef had been threatened with mutilation over a rare steak. Caesar had managed to talk him down, barely, citing that it was just like how Yevgeny liked.
The annoyed man looked at her as though seeing a statue crack. His face hardened.
"Speak loudly, you insolent—!"
"She's just doing her job," Caesar said lightly, swatting the air, a warning to the maid to leave quickly. "I'll be down in a minute," he added in Russian.
The woman nodded and practically fled.
As soon as the door clicked shut, Caesar turned.
"You had the dream again," he said, no longer grinning.
Yevgeny didn't reply. But the look in his eyes said everything.
He was still in it.
Still in that black city.
Still choking. He could still feel that mass of nothing but tar black gripping itself around his throat ever so slowly, while its sadistic laughter hit his ears like drums on Monday mornings.
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Fifteen minutes after a breakfast that sat far too heavy in his gut, the sound of flesh being torn from bone echoed through the south wing of the Bogdanov estate.
A fist met skin — not with the crisp crack of a clean hit, but the sickening thud of something breaking. It was the sound of cartilage folding, bone yielding. Then came the sound that followed it — wet, guttural, pathetic — the sound of a grown man screaming not from fear, but from the dawning realisation that no amount of screaming would save him.
The dungeon was cold, cruel in its design. The walls were stone, dark with age and sin, and the light — weak and jaundiced — flickered from a single bulb that hung from the ceiling by exposed wire. It barely illuminated the horror within. But it was enough. Enough to see the blood.
Enough to see the man.
He hung inverted, suspended by rusted chains looped cruelly around his ankles. His body swayed slightly, twitching with every sob, every cough. His face was no longer a face. It was a canvas of violence — swollen, distorted, a mask of purple, black and red. Where once had been a nose, there was now pulp. His mouth hung open as if permanently in mid-scream, stained with blood and saliva.
He whimpered something — words lost in the bubbling in his throat. It might have been a denial. Or a prayer. Or both. Or neither. It didn't matter anymore.
Yevgeny didn't speak. He just struck again.
The man's head snapped sideways with a meaty crack. Blood sprayed from his lips in a slow, almost beautiful arc — like wine flung in ceremony. Then came the cough — rattling, wet, choking. And then the sobs. Childlike. Desperate.
"S—sir, trust me... I am no—"
Another punch silenced him, shattering the sentence into a garbled yelp. This time Yevgeny didn't look away when the man's teeth cut into his own cheek. Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth in thick strands. The man convulsed, twitching in his chains.
"You had all the time in the world to spit the truth yesterday," a voice said calmly from the gloom.
Caesar stood to one side, untouched by the shadows that clung to every inch of the chamber. The blond man, elegant as ever, appeared utterly at ease — hands clasped behind his back, tailored suit untouched, his pale eyes locked on the scene before him with the cool interest of a man watching a play he'd seen many times before.
"And now, you get what you deserve," he said, voice low, every syllable a threat in velvet.
Caesar didn't smile. He rarely did when blood was being spilled. Not out of pity. But because he savouring it. Deep down, under all the polish, he was as brutal as Yevgeny — perhaps even worse. He simply wore his cruelty better.
Yevgeny's chest heaved as he stepped closer, his knuckles split and glistening with red. His face was unreadable, save for the thin smirk tugging at the edge of his mouth. Not joy. Not satisfaction. Something more primal. A hollow kind of pleasure that didn't come from dominance, but from necessity — like scratching at a phantom itch only he could feel.
He leaned in, voice a low, menacing whisper.
"And now, I want you to live on until my anger cools down. So hang tight, yeah?"
The man whimpered, shaking his head violently, eyes wide with animal terror. His body trembled, swinging slightly in his bonds. But Yevgeny didn't see him anymore. He was somewhere else. Somewhere deeper.
The next punch came without warning. Followed by another. And another.
He was no longer hitting a man. He was hitting the voice.
You will never be enough.
He was hitting his father. He was hitting the dream. He was trying to bleed the nightmares out through someone else's skin.
The blows became frantic. Mechanical. Driven by rhythm more than rage. Like a man trying to drum out a tune only he could hear — one composed of screams, of broken bones and splintered pride.
And still, the laughter lingered in his head. Twisting. Mocking.
Only when his breath came in shallow, ragged gasps did he finally stop. Blood dripped from his fingers, staining the silk handkerchief he pulled from his pocket. The room spun slightly. Pain lanced behind his right eye, sharp and sudden. A migraine. Or something worse. Something old. Something incurable.
The man — the betrayer — no longer moved. He hung limp, half-dead, a ruined effigy of deceit and failure. His soul, if it hadn't already fled, was hiding deep in some corner of his mind, praying for unconsciousness.
Yevgeny stared at him for a moment longer, his own heart still racing, before turning away.
"Handle it," he rasped to Caesar. His voice was hoarse, hollow. "Find the others."
Caesar gave a small, obedient nod, but said nothing. His eyes lingered on Yevgeny's back as the crime lord stalked out of the dungeon, his breath still ragged, steps unsteady.
There was something in the way he moved — not just fatigue, not just fury. A tilt in his posture. A weight in his stride. Like a man walking beneath something far heavier than his reputation.
Caesar's gaze lingered just a moment too long.
And in that silence, where only the flicker of the light and the drip of blood could be heard, a faint echo whispered from the shadows beyond:
You will never be enough.
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Somewhere in Moscow, a dark-skinned man scrubbed at a stubborn coffee stain on table six with far more resentment than the situation really deserved, muttering apologies in heavily accented Russian that dripped with genuine guilt.
The man in the bespoke navy trousers sat stiffly, legs awkwardly splayed to avoid the rapidly spreading cappuccino blot that would definitely leave a mark. Across from him, his equally fashionable date glared down at her once-lovely red summer dress, now an unfortunate canvas of dairy and bitterness.
"Real sorry," Taekjoo mumbled, his rag doing less wiping and more artistic smearing. "Very... aesthetic now, yes?"
The woman shot him a look like he'd spat on Tolstoy's grave.
It had been a normal morning. Painfully normal, in fact — until the moment it wasn't. The Talk of The Town, mid-tier café with aspirations of class it couldn't quite reach, bustled with the usual clinks of dishes, bursts of laughter, and the faint background music that tried far too hard to be Parisian-chic. The scent of cinnamon pastries and burnt espresso lingered in the air, thick as the judgement Taekjoo now felt pressing in from every direction.
He'd been doing what he always did — juggling tables, reciting the specials with his signature flair, and trying (failing) to flirt his way through the shift. Three tables deep into his charm offensive, and he was already regretting waking up.
"Baryshnya," he said with the suavity of a man who definitely practised in the mirror, "we've got all the good stuff. But for beautiful ladies like you, I'd recommend the beef stroganoff — hearty, rich — followed by our syrniki, sweet and elegant. Kvass on the side. You'll leave looking even more divine, if that's possible."
The two pastel-dressed women blinked at him like he'd just offered them a plate of broken glass. One of them sniffed.
Taekjoo cringed internally.
Strike one.
It always came down to this: no matter how much effort he put in, how many smiles he faked into reality, he never quite blended in. The Russian waitstaff could flirt and flatter without being dismissed. Him? He was too much. Too bright. Too foreign. Too... Korean.
Or, as Maya liked to say: "Tone it down, Taekjoo. This isn't LA."
To which he'd always retort, "Well guess what? In two or three months, I will be back in America, and you'll be begging for my autograph when I'm famous."
Maya would just roll her eyes and say, "You'll be late to your own fame."
But none of that mattered in the seconds that followed.
His eyes flicked upward — and froze.
The tray. The stumble. The arc of brown liquid flying like war paint through the air.
Maya.
She was walking toward table six, balancing her tray like it was a sacred artefact. Her petite frame moving like a new born snake in water. Her hand — barely trembling. But he saw it. He saw it.
The crash.
The stain.
The shrieks.
The shame.
He saw it. Clear as day.
"No, no, no—"
He lunged to intercept — only to catch her elbow at the exact wrong angle.
And it all happened in slow motion, to Taekjoo's regret. The tray pitched. Coffee launched. Cups shattered like glass grenades. Hot liquid splattered across linen, flesh, and reputation. A woman shrieked. A man cursed. Maya gasped. And Taekjoo...
He stood frozen, staring at his own hands like they'd just betrayed him.
"Shit—Maya—I saw—"
But she was already bowing, apologising, doing damage control like a soldier under fire.
Mr. Volyenka—the Manager, burst from the back like an enraged bull, bald head glistening, cheeks red with fury. His bellow targeted Taekjoo with sniper precision. Everyone turned to look. Every. Single. Customer.
"Oh, man," Taekjoo muttered, eyes wide with dread. "Not again."
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Outside, the sun was too bright. The kind of aggressive summer light that made your soul squint.
Taekjoo sat on the curb behind the café, a half-unwrapped sandwich on his lap and his pride slowly evaporating in the heat. The bread was slightly damp, and the lettuce had given up long ago. He chewed mechanically, not tasting a thing.
Traffic hummed beyond the alley, uncaring. Somewhere nearby, a dog wandered past without so much as a glance. Even the strays had more dignity today.
He leaned back against the warm brick, staring at the pavement as if it might suddenly open up and swallow him whole. Honestly, that wouldn't be so bad. He'd just been chewed out — the silver lining was that he'd only screwed up once today, which was better than most days. The downside? He had no idea if Mr. Volyenka was planning to keep him around much longer.
It was always like this.
He'd see something.
He'd try to stop it.
It would happen anyway.
Like fate was a rubber band. No matter how far he stretched it, it always snapped back — often harder than before. Sometimes he wondered if he was just cursed. Or perhaps the universe had the world's worst sense of humour.
The sandwich slipped from his fingers and hit the concrete with a soft, tragic plop. He watched it land. Didn't even flinch. Then, faintly — like breath on glass, or a thought too deep to be his own — a voice spoke:
"It's not the future you're seeing," it whispered, curling around his mind. "It's the dream choosing its ending."
He blinked. The words rang strange and sharp, like a bell tolling from a place he couldn't name.
Not the future.
The dream choosing.
"What does that even mean?" he muttered to the dog, who didn't reply.
He sighed and rubbed his face, smearing a streak of mayo across his cheek.
Fantastic.
"Great. I'm hearing voices, ruining lives, and I smell like sour milk and regret. Can't wait to tell my therapist."
"Oh wait, can't even afford a therapist in this economy. Guess I'll just chill with Maya."
He pushed himself to his feet, brushing off his apron and dignity. Back inside, Maya was probably explaining things. The manager would yell. Again. He was the kind of person who would hold a grudge against a child. Taekjoo cracked his fingers, ready to profusely apologise again, hoping to keep this job for another two or three months.
Still, he squared his shoulders and stepped back toward the door. Maybe fate was laughing. But that didn't mean he had to give it the satisfaction of crying.
synopsis: When your scholarship at Decelis Academy was at risk, your already slipping grade only made things worse. Desperate to hold onto everything you've worked hard for, you're assigned to a tutor—Sim Jaeyun. However, in exchange for saving your scholarship, you have to be his fake girlfriend, to please his parents. You agreed and the longer you pretend, the harder it becomes to ignore what is real and what is fake.
series masterlist | part one
pairing: sim jaeyun x fem! reader.
content: classmates to lovers, fake dating, rich kids academy au, family issues, angst with comfort, explicit mature content, unprotected sex, mild breeding kink, cunninglingus, misconceptions, financial differences, rich people problems, happy ending. lmk if i miss anything
word count: 10.4k.
mini playlist: unravel me - sabrina claudio, snap out of it - arctic monkeys, pretty boy - the neighbourhood, fuck it i love you - lana da rey.
from author: first jake fic, kinda nervous... somehow, i actually enjoyed writing this fic (shocking, i know) and hopefully this is up to your expectations <3. stupid tumblr word limitations and i have to post this in 2 parts bruh.
The very next day, Jake was outside your dorm building at eleven sharp. He took your singular suitcase and placed it in the boot of his car. Even with the sunglasses on, you could feel him scanning your figure from head to toe. It's clear you weren't dressed like your usual—wearing something simple and short, short enough to reveal way more skin to your liking.
You worn a simple, white and loose crop top that reveals a silver of your waist if you moved your hands about, along with a pair of shorts that covers just enough, showing off the rest of your legs.
Jake, on the other hand, went for the casual boyfriend fit—a oversized, plain black shirt and a three-quarters jorts, showing off his oh so muscular thighs that definitely isn't drool-worthy.
The journey was smooth-sailing, with him making a few pitstops to refill his gas, giving you chances for a quick toilet break and buy some light snacks. Eventually, you arrived at your destination.
The neighborhood was nothing like the one Jake came from. Instead of towering gates and endless private roads, your home sat in a quiet and cozy neighborhood lined with small houses, potted plants and warm porch lights glowing softly against the evening sky. There were some kids riding bicycles on the streets along with some families gathering by the front yard, having a barbecue party.
He parked his car along the curb when you directed him to your home, the sleek black Mercedes standing out almost comically among the modest family vehicles situated nearby.
Unlike Jake—whose house or estate, is on a private property, yours was simply a homey-looking two-floored building. There's a balcony located on the second floor as well.
You unbuckled your seatbelt, stepping out to retrieve your luggage from behind. Jake followed after, effortlessly grabbing the heavier suitcase before you could protest.
"I can carry that myself," you said.
"I know, but I want to," he replied simply, even placing the luggage on the curb so you didn't have to lift it up.
Your heart did the thing again, much to your dismay. The porch light flickered softly above the front door, like it's both announcing your return and welcoming you back as you climbed up the small steps, adjusting your grip on your bag before knocking, with Jake standing beside you.
Knock knock.
A few seconds later, the door swung opened from the inside and your mother's face lit up instantly at the sight of you—her precious daughter.
"There you are! You should've told me you were arriving earlier—" She exclaimed, already pulling you into a hug before you could articulate a word, only for her to pause when her eyes landed on the boy standing behind you.
"Oh," she blinked before smiling politely, "and you must be Jake. My daughter's boyfriend, right?"
He nodded and respectfully bowed his head. "Yes, it's nice to meet you, Ma'am."
The woman immediately ushered the both of you inside while she fussed over everything and anything—the shoes, luggage and the long drive. But beneath the seemingly concerned warmth in her voice, you were able to detect something else. Something you've been used to for a long, long time.
"You've gotten thinner. Are you eating properly at school?" Your mother commented, eyes looking over you briefly.
"I'm fine, Mom."
"You always say that."
"And yet you still ask the same question."
It was quiet for a few seconds before she smiled, like nothing happened and turned to Jake instead. "Thank you for driving all the way here. She didn't give you any trouble, did she?"
He glanced at you but you didn't look at him before answering. "No, not at all. Your daughter's really helpful."
She skeptically raised an eyebrow, sending you a brief fleeting glance before back to Jake. "Is that so? Well, I'm glad to hear that. I'll let you two settle down while I make dinner. It's almost ready. (Name), could you show him to our guest room?"
"Sure, Mom."
The woman nodded before returning to the kitchen, leaving you alone with Jake. You sighed, gestured for him to follow you and he obliged, lifting the luggages up with ease as he climbed up the flight of stairs.
You brought him to the only door located on your left, opening it to reveal a simple bedroom—a bed with new sheets, a cupboard situated in the right corner, a small round table and a chair placed near the window and a vanity table.
"I know it doesn't compare to what you're used to, sorry if it's not up to your standards," you spoke up, watching from the doorway as Jake entered the room, doing a slow scan of the room.
"It's fine, I'm good as long as it serves its purpose. I'm not picky," he replied, placing his luggage against the wall.
You nodded, pushing yourself off the doorway you were leaning against. "Great. I'll be in my room which is opposite of yours, so let me know if you need anything. I'll let you unpack."
Jake hummed in acknowledgment and you turned, closing the door behind you. With your own luggage being dragged with you, you pushed the your room's door opened, lingering by the doorway, like you're hesitant on entering. But then again, the last time you were here was two years ago and even though two years have passed, your room was still the same.
Nothing have changed.
Soft cream-colored walls, shelves lined with old books and tiny trinkets you used to collect, fairy lights still pinned along the headboard of your bed even though half of them no longer worked. Your desk remained tucked beside the window with stacks of notebooks left untouched, while framed photos from your high school and younger years were still displayed on the shelves.
It felt like time hasn't passed, like you were still in the past—the day before you received the letter from Decelis Academy, offering you a scholarship.
After setting your luggage down and opening it, you quickly buised yourself in unpacking to avoid overthinking. Clothes were folded into drawers, skincare messily arranged on the vanity table and you spent a solid ten minutes struggling to untangle your chargers with growing frustration.
Knock knock.
"(Name)? Mind if I come in?" Jake asked.
You looked up. "Sure, door's unlocked."
The door opened on the other end, revealing Jake, leaning against the doorway with one hand tucked into his pocket. But the second his eyes does a sweep across your room, a grin slowly stretched across his face.
"Oh my god, behind those nasty scowls and bratty attitude of yours, I never expect your room to be this cute," he commented, clearly entertained with this newfound discovery.
Your eyes widened in horror and heat crept up the back of your neck. "Every other girls' rooms is like this too."
He ignored your weak protest, venturing further into your room and his gaze landed on the faded stuffed animal sitting near the foot of your bed. "Right. And what about the teddy bear?"
"It was a gift."
"Fairy lights?"
"…For decorative purposes."
He raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure? I bet it doesn't even work anymore."
You didn't answer him as he's right and he laughed, the sound warm enough to make your stomach and heart flip. "Aigo, you're so cute," he teased.
You glared at him—a huge contrast to how your heart fluttered at the sound of his laugh. "I'm glad someone's having fun," you retorted.
Jake hummed, eyes aimlessly drifting around your room as he takes in everything until they landed on a certain picture placed on your desk. He walked towards it and picked it up. With his back facing you, you couldn't see his expression. A few seconds later, he turned and showed the framed picture to you with a soft smile on his face.
"You looked really happy here," he pointed out.
It was an old picture of you from years ago, back when you were still a young girl. A young girl who hasn't encountered the harsh, ruthless reality of the world. The younger you was grinning from ear to ear at the camera, with you holding your favorite soft toy—the very same soft toy that's currently sitting on the edge of your bed. Compared to the current you, there was no eyebags residing under your eyes and zero signs of exhaustion on your face.
You weren't sure what it was. Maybe it's the softness in his voice. Maybe it's the way he looked at you, all soft and gooey. Maybe it's the air in the atmosphere that shifted slightly. What you do know however, was how it's giving you a sense of deja vu as it's reminding you of the close to kissing little moment you experienced back in his car.
Somehow, he had shifted closer—the exact same move he pulled before. He's close enough for your shoulders to touch, close enough for you to smell the faint scent of his cologne that wasted no time in engulfing you and close enough for your heart to start racing like a cheetah.
Your first mistake was moving backward and Jake took it upon himself to follow you. He copied every step you took but in the opposite direction. You moved away and he moved closer. This impulsive game of push-and-pull went on until your back gently collided with a smooth, cool surface behind you. Your second mistake was glancing behind you. The short window gave him the chance to make his move.
Jake wasted no time in holding—pinning you there, one hand braced against the right side of your head while he placed the framed picture he was still holding down on the desk beside you, without breaking eye contact. You swallowed, suppressing the wince threatening to leave your lips at how dry your throat was.
None of you said anything, like both of you knew fully well that whatever this is, something big will happen. You noticed how his eyes weren't on yours anymore.
But rather, they were trailing down your face—visually tracing every features. Your eyes, eyelashes, cheekbones and nose. Your heart nearly leaped out of your throat when you saw his eyes lingering longer than usual on your lips.
To test something and definitely not to push him to his limits, you slowly and teasingly licked your lips with your tongue, wetting it until it's glowing under the lights.
You nearly smirked at how his breath audibly stuttered and how his eyes darkened a shade, clouded with nothing but desire. You didn't know who moved first. It could be you, him or it was the both of you, heads getting closer like there's an invisible string pulling you together.
You were so close for your noses to graze against one another—
"(Name)? Jake? Dinner's ready!" Your mom shouted.
Both of you violently jerked away, like you were struck by a bolt of lightning. Something akin to frustration glimmered in his eyes, annoyed at the interruption but he quickly masked it up. He ran a hand through his hair and stepped back, finally giving you room to breathe without feeling suffocated. You pointedly ignored how a part of you yearned for him to come back, to feel his body pressed against yours and to feel his warmth.
"We should go or she'll get suspicious. I won't wanna get kick out two hours in," he remarked, sending you a cheeky grin that made your heart somersaulted like a professional acrobat.
He ended up stepping out of your room, leaving you still standing in the very same spot you were in, now leaning against the wall to support yourself with your legs shaking and heat pooling in your stomach. You didn't have to look in the mirror to know your face was as red as a tomato along with the all too-familiar feeling of pent-up arousal.
Your mother went all out with dinner—something she rarely does, even when your relatives or her friends came over. You didn't say anything, not that words were needed in the first place.
Words was replaced with thoughts and you filed that aside, keeping your guard up. If there's one thing about your mother, it's that everything she does has a reason behind it.
Both you and Jake sat together while your mother sat opposite of you. He take in the wide display of food spread out on the table before him, making an impressed sound and turned to the older woman.
"Wow Ma'am, all of these look really good," he complimented her.
She chuckled. "Oh please, you're too kind. Go on and eat, I'm sure the long drive must've tired the both of you out."
At her words, the three of you started eating in silence. The only brief sounds was the occasional clink and clank from your utensils knocking or scraping against your respective plates.
And alas, the silence doesn't last long, not when your mother started interrogating him. It's nothing at first, just a simple questioning process that any regular family will do when they find out their child is in a relationship.
But you knew better than that.
"So Jake, how did the two of you met?" She started.
You shifted but didn't look up from your plate.
"At Decelis Academy. We share a few classes together," he replied politely.
"Ah, Decelis," your mother nodded slowly, seemingly proud of the name alone, "that school is unbelievable competitive. I still remember how shocked I was when she showed me the offer letter."
You stilled, hand frozen in mid-air of bringing your fork to your mouth. Jake caught it, noting the slight shift in your expression and how your eyes hardened. Your mother, on the other hand, continued casually. Every word she spoke felt like you were being stabbed with a sharp knife, one after another.
"She was on cloud nine and barely slept during the entrance examination period. I honestly thought she'd fail," she laughed lightly, the sound sharp, brittle and all the more condescending.
"She worked hard for it," Jake replied calmly.
Your mother hummed, not really hearing him out. "She had to. Unlike some students, she's never been good with her studies."
The words were delivered so casually that they almost sounded harmless. You pointedly kept your eyes lowered, no longer having the appetite to eat as you placed your fork down, pretending the tightness in your chest and throat doesn't exist.
"She always need to put in twice the effort compared to everyone else. Even as a child too. If she scored second place instead of first, her cousins will never stop making fun of her," she continued while sipping her drink.
You didn't say a word with your lips sealed shut. After all, you've been through this before—the typical, humiliating routine of your mother embarrassing you in front of your relatives. How no one bothered standing up for you. How no one appreciated the hard work you put in. To them, it doesn't matter if you're a student of Decelis Academy.
To them, your entire life doesn't matter. You're simply just a laughing stock and a punching bag of the family. Nothing more and nothing less.
Jake stayed silent, watching and observing everything with an unreadable look now settling on his face. Your mother smiled again—either oblivious or uncaring about the growing and thickening tension around the table.
"She has a short-temper too. Even now, I still worry she might do reckless things if she doesn't control herself," she sighed.
You swallowed the bile rising in your throat, rapidly blinking back tears brimming in your eyes as it blurred your vision. The last thing you wanted was to shed tears in front of someone like her—someone who doesn't give a damn of your feelings.
Your mother paused, like she remembered something and what she said next made your heart dropped.
"Oh, did you know that she's on a scholarship offered from Decelis? I was recently informed that the board will be removing the scholarship program and students who are taking it too?" She asked, dropping the bombshell and the secret you've been harboring for a long time.
Jake blinked, eyes darting to you before back to your mother as he straightened himself. "What do you mean?"
Your mother paused, like she realized something—how you didn't tell him and something dark and twisted glimmered in her eyes. Her lips curled upward in a smug, knowing smirk. The sight of it sent shivers down your spine in a chilling, unsettling way.
"Oh dear, did she not tell you?" She asked and when Jake shook his head in his signature puppy-like manner, she clicked her tongue and paid you no mind, springing into action the moment she's given a chance to talk about it.
"According to what I was told, if students who are under the scholarship program don't pay the full fees by the end of this semester, they won't be able to continue their studies in Decelis," she explained.
Jake's eyes widened in horror and disbelief. "Wait, then that means—"
Your mother nodded solemnly, having the audacity to act like she's deeply saddened when you know deep well, she's probably having the time of her life laughing at you.
"Yes, it means (Name) won't be able to finish her studies in Decelis and she will be kicked out."
You couldn't take it anymore, shooting up from your chair with the legs loudly scratching against the wooden floor. Your sudden move gathered their attention but you didn't look at them, not having the courage to do so.
"Oh no, is everything alright?" Your mother asked in a faux sweet tone. Hearing it was enough to make you sick to the core.
"I'm going back to my room. I'm not hungry anymore," you murmured under your breath, stomping up the stairs.
If you spent the rest of the night hiding under your blankets while letting out muffled sobbing sounds into your pillow, soaking it with your tears, then that was no one's business but yours.
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The very next day, you woke up to hearing many muffled voices from downstairs. You slowly pushed yourself up, groaning at how dry and no doubt puffy your eyes was after your private crying session from last night.
You shifted towards the window located near your bed, pulling the curtains back slightly to look out of it and to your dismay and horror, your front yard was occupied with people.
People who you recognized too well—your relatives.
Knock knock.
"(Name)? Are you up yet? Your mom wants me to let you know your relatives are here," Jake said.
You closed your eyes, sending thoughts and prayers to the heavens and to whoever is watching you from above before getting out of bed. You didn't think twice, opening the door without hesitation, startling Jake, who got startled.
You didn't see the way his eyes flicked down to your appearance—how you're wearing nothing but an oversized shirt with a pair of shorts that's barely visible or covering anything. You didn't see how he nervously swallowed, moving to fiddle with the rings on his fingers—trying to keep his hands busy.
"Thanks, I already know when I heard their voices," you deadpanned.
Jake nodded, unfazed with your crude response. "Alright, I'll leave you to get ready then. Come down whenever you're done so we can have breakfast together."
You hummed and he took that as his sign to leave, letting you do your morning routine. You didn't bother dressing up, since you're at home. You threw on whatever was available and comfortable—a faded graphics shirt that's haphazardly tucked into a pair of shorts with decent length.
Once you were done, you headed downstairs, already feeling overstimulated with the sheer amount of people in your living room.
To say it's chaos is an understatement.
Voices overlapped one another from every direction—loud laughter, children running across the floor. aunties shamelessly gossiping from the couches while uncles argued over something sports-related near the television. The scent of food drifted heavily through the air from the kitchen where several relatives had apparently decided your house was now a communal cooking station.
Your entire living room had practically disappeared beneath the sheer amount of people occupying it. Extra chairs was dragged out from storage, bags and shoes cluttering the entrance and someone's toddler was wailing near the staircase while another child sprinted past everyone, holding a slice of half-eaten bread in their hands.
You looked around and immediately spotted Jake. He's standing near the kitchen entrance, engaged in a conversation with two of your older cousins. Even in the middle of what seemed to be an impulsive and chaotic family gathering, he still managed to pull off a neat look—simple black shirt, gray sweatpants with slightly messy hair.
One of your older cousins noticed you standing by the staircase. "Hey! Get your ass here and stop gawking around!"
Your eye twitched at how several heads turned toward you immediately. You forced a smile onto your face as you made your way toward Jake, carefully stepping around children and random bags scattered across the floor. The second you reached him, he glanced at your outfit and shifted closer to you.
"You look cute and you're driving me crazy here," he murmured in a low voice that only you could hear.
Your face heated up immediately and you glared at him but he merely grinned in response. Your cousins, who were watching the brief conversation shared a look among themselves.
"Look at them, already sticking close and whispering to each other."
"Ah, young love," one of the aunts nearby let out a dramatic gasp.
Out of instinct, you lightly grabbed onto his right arm with your hand while pressing yourself against him, feeling him stiffened at the feeling of your chest against his arm.
"If you could excuse us for a second, I need to talk to him," you said sweetly, proceeding to drag him away without waiting for anyone's response. You pointedly ignored the loud cheering and whistling sounds from your relatives.
You brought him up to your room—which was the only few places left that's not swarmed with humans. You closed the door, running a hand through your hair as you leaned against it, letting out a frustrated exhale.
"I should've known she'll pull something like this," you muttered under your breath.
"What do you mean? Has she done this before?" He asked.
You started pacing back and forth. "Oh, believe me, she always does this. Every single time relatives come over, she suddenly acts like we're one big happy family. She invites people over without telling me, constantly compare me to my cousins, making comments disguised as jokes and then acts surprised when I get upset about it."
Jake stayed quiet, listening and giving you his fullest attention.
"She'll smile while saying the most unprovoked things one can imagine. And then it's my fault for reacting negatively," you continued in a bitter tone with you still pacing back and forth.
You choked out a watery, humorless laugh. "It's exhausting. I was foolish for thinking she has changed and guess what? Nothing changed. I came home after two years and she's still the same as ever. It's always about appearances with her. What other people think. About my grades. About my personality. About my life—"
"Hey—"
"And the worst fucking part is that she genuinely thinks she's helping me. Like sure Mom, constantly criticizing your own daughter is supposed to magically make me into someone better—"
"(Name)—"
"Honestly, sometimes I wonder if she even likes me as a person or if she just likes the version of me that makes her look like a successful mother because—"
"(Name)."
You made a frustrated noise at his constant interruption, spinning around on the spot. "What is—!?"
Your voice died in your throat when Jake stepped closer, close enough for him to hook his fingers through the belt loop of your shorts and tugged you towards him. The execution itself was smooth and fluid. It happened too fast for your mind to catch up. Heck, you could feel your brain malfunctioning with the bold move he just pulled.
Amusement twinkled in his eyes. "What's wrong, pretty? I believe you were saying something, weren't you?"
Your cheeks turned into a shade of reddish-pink. "Jake, you… You're so…"
"So what? Go on," he coaxed you and gods, the utter gentleness is what truly undone you.
You said nothing, letting your eyes do the talking as it unconsciously drifted down to his lips. Lips that you've been thinking about ever since the day in the car. Lips you've been wondering how it'll feel pressed against yours. Jake saw everything, how you're fighting a battle in your mind and how you're gradually losing, in a conflict with yourself.
Which was why he made the decision for you.
His free hand cupped the back of your neck to support your head while his other hand—the very same hand with his fingers still hooking onto the belt loop, pulled you towards him until you're pressed chest-to-chest without any space left in between. Your mouths meet in the middle, heads tilted on opposite sides to avoid knocking your foreheads together.
His lips was soft and warm, enough for your mind to blank out. You made a small, muffled sound at the back of your throat and Jake groaned, the sound low and deep. You could practically feel the vibrations traveling down your body. His mouth moved and you're hit with the realization that he's fucking kissing you, in your bedroom.
His grip on your neck tightened slightly, the cold surfaces of his rings digging into your warm skin drew a surprised gasp from you at the temperature difference. A gasp that he swallowed without hesitation. He shifted, further pinning you against the door until there's no room for you to escape.
Not that the thought has crossed your mind in the first place.
"God, you've been driving me crazy since meeting my parents," he murmured against your lips, like he couldn't bear the thought of separating from you.
"Jake—"
"Shhh, don't talk. Just let me kiss you, baby."
True to his words, Jake kissed you again. Again and again. Each kiss grew more desperate and heated than the previous kiss, as both of you let out your pent-up feelings that had been building deep in your chests, the storm of emotions both of you had been harboring and hiding from one another.
This time, you parted your lips, granting him entrance and your legs buckled, nearly giving way as he ran his tongue along the seam of your bottom lip.
Sure, you've kissed a few people before—a mixture of stupid, childish dares and drunken mistakes but this?
This is different, in a good way.
You let out a whimper, one hand fisting the front of his shirt while the other surged up to grab a fistful of his hair blindly, threading your fingers through the smooth, silky pitch-black strands.
You lightly tugged on it, your action drawing a moan from him. Hearing it and the thought of you being the reason why he moaned made your stomach flipped. The slow slide of his tongue against yours drew another sound from you. A sound you never thought you were capable of making—a small, muffled and needy mmpfh that Jake swallowed, like he doesn't want anyone else to hear it, even though it's only the two of you in the room.
Your legs ended up giving way, body slumping forward slightly but Jake was faster. He caught you, both hands now on your waist as he held you up against the door effortlessly, like you weighed nothing. The thought of him manhandling you made you keened, all high-pitched and whiny.
Jake chuckled. "What's in that pretty mind of yours, hm?"
You nipped at his lip, purposely sinking your teeth into the soft flesh. "Less talking. More kissing."
"You're awfully bossy for someone who yapped non-stop but as you wished."
Both of you couldn't keep your hands stuck in one place, greedily touching and tracing every inch of one another's bodies without hesitation. You sighed into his mouth when he bypassed your shirt, calloused and rough fingers splayed across your stomach.
You shivered in his arms when he moved back to trace the outline of your spine, wordlessly commanding you to arch your back as he leave goosebumps and heat behind in his wake.
"Jake—"
"Yes, princess? Need something?"
You whined against his mouth, angling your hips to a certain angle to rock against his, savoring the way his body stilled at the mere contact of your clothed cores.
"Please. Please, just.. do something, anything. Touch me, please."
You felt it even with your eyes closed, how his lips curled up in a smug smirk. "Yeah? Want me to touch you? Where? Use your words and tell me."
God, you wished you can kill him right there and then.
Knock knock knock.
Both of you stopped, hearts dropping in unison at the sound of someone banging on the door impatiently. You didn't dare to move, straining your ears to try to hear as much as possible.
"(Name)? Are you there? Your mother wants you to come down and join us at the front yard," one of your cousin called out.
You groaned under your breath at the sudden interruption. "I'll be down in a minute."
Your cousin made a noise of acknowledgement. You waited until his footsteps was completely gone before turning back to Jake, startled when he's still looking at you the entire time, even when your cousin interrupted you.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" You whispered, voice soft and hushed.
"You're really pretty," he confessed, the utmost sincerity in his voice made your heart fluttered.
"Oh, so now you've become a sap," you deadpanned, earning a chuckle from him.
"As much as I wanna keep kissing you, we should probably head down before they come up again," he pointed out, making you huffed in disappointment. Jake cooed, reaching out to pinch your cheeks, eliciting a pained yelp from you.
"Not to ruin the mood too, but we need to have a serious talk about what your mom said too," he continued, stepping back and ran a hand through his messed up hair.
You stilled but tried to act dumb. "What did she say?"
He shot you a pointed look. "About the scholarship. Don't try to push this away, (Name). I'm not letting you play the avoidant route."
You sighed, shoulders slumping in defeat. "Ugh, fine. We can talk about it later."
"Good girl."
"Do not."
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Time slipped past your fingers with you spending the remaining six days of your one-week trip slacking at home. There were times when you brought Jake out of your house, showing him around your neighborhood, acting as his personal tour guide.
Ever since he kissed you, both of you didn't talk about it but deep down, you knew you've come to the same conclusion—that this is no longer a fake relationship and that your feelings are mutual to both parties.
Dating him isn't any different from what you've experienced so far. He's still the same charming, slightly awkward, funny and teasing boy from before. He's still respectful to your mother but you were able to detect him being protective of you whenever he hears her making certain remarks about you, which was something you're grateful for.
However, there is a certain change that was more obvious than anything else. It's the need to be near you, at all times. And it's not only that. It's the fact he's touchy too, like he couldn't hold himself back from not touching you.
Not to mention, Jake's severely addicted to coaxing those sweet, sinful but angelic sounds from you. It doesn't matter where he is but the moment he's alone with you, he'll pounce on you.
"W-Wait-hngh," you tried to stop him but your effort was futile.
Your breath was punched out of your lungs when he—your official boyfriend, quickly dropped to his knees, creating a muffled 'thud' sound at how it roughly knocked against the floor. You gripped onto the kitchen counter behind you with both hands, watching while biting your lips as Jake moved his hands up and down along your legs, leaving goosebumps behind.
You let him pulled your shorts down, leaving it pooling around your ankles without taking it off. He groaned at the visible wet patch on your underwear, reaching out to press down on your cunt through the soaked fabric, watching as you instinctively jerked your hips forward.
"You say wait but your body's more honest than you, baby," he remarked, glancing up at you before diving in, not giving you time to react.
You barely managed to slap a hand over your mouth in the nick of time, muffling the moan you let out as he licked a long, wide stripe up your cunt, tracing it with his tongue. Jake wasn't patient enough, hooking two fingers into your underwear, tugging it aside before practically burying his face between your legs.
If there's one thing about him, it's the fact you've learned he's a incredibly good pussy eater.
He eats you out like a man on a mission, like you're running short of time—which couldn't be far from the truth, considering how your mom will be home any minute from doing grocery shopping. He ran his tongue along your puffy, dripping folds, making a pleased sound at the sweet, intoxicating taste staining his tongue.
You whimpered, squeezing your eyes shut—mostly because you couldn't find it in yourself to continue watching the lewd, pornographic sight of him kneeling between your legs as his tongue circled your clit in a slow, teasing clockwise motion. Jake didn't warn you, pushing two fingers into your entrance, easily locating that one spongy spot hidden between your walls.
"Oh god—d-don't stop—" You moaned, dropping your hand to grip onto the counter again, gripping onto it so hard that your knuckles were turning white.
Spurred by your words, he wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking on it like a newborn baby sucking from their bottle of lukewarm milk. You cried out at the harsh simulation, throwing your head back with your legs trembling like fallen leaves.
Seeing this, Jake threw your right leg over his shoulder, helping you to steady yourself. You simply tightened your right leg around his head, sloppily rutting into his skillful mouth.
"Jake," you let out a shaky, broken gasp, "J-Jake— c-close, please—"
"Yeah? Cum for me, baby. Wanna taste you," he murmured, voice muffled and every word he spoke sent vibrations down your spine.
All it took was him curling his fingers expertly before you cum while chanting his name like a sacred prayer. Your pussy violently convulsed around his tongue and Jake? Jake was on cloud nine, tongue-fucking you through your orgasm as he slurped everything up, not wanting to waste a single drop.
When you came back to reality, your legs buckled and he caught you in his arms. The bottom half of his face was covered in your slick, glistening under the kitchen lights with his pupils completely blown. He's about to say something when you registered the sounds of keys rattling.
It's enough for the both of you to scramble into action—you pulling your shorts back on and Jake quickly grabbing some pieces of tissue papers to wipe the evidence away.
You made your escape, leaving the kitchen to help your mother bring in bags of groceries, half-listening to her complaining about how an old lady cut her queue when she was in the supermarket. When your mother wasn't watching, Jake made eye contact with you and he sent you a teasing, flirty wink.
Your cheeks flushed when you remembered where his mouth was a few minutes ago, leaving you feeling hopelessly empty and craving for more.
Eventually, the day of your one-week trip came to an end. It's close to ten in the morning and you had finished packing your luggage. You took one last look around your room, drinking all of it in before closing the door behind you and headed down the stairs without looking back.
You stopped at the foot of the staircase when you realized Jake was talking to your mother and whatever they were talking about, it seemed serious, judging from the grim expression on her face.
"Hey, I'm done packing and ready to go," you announced your entrance, releasing your grip on your luggage, automatically moving to Jake to kiss him on his cheek as a form of greeting.
He smiled, taking it from you without hesitation and you let him. "Great, I think your mother has something to say to you, so I'll leave you two to it. Take your time and come out whenever you're done."
You frowned. "What? Jake, wait—"
He didn't listen, already leaving your house with the door closing—an unspoken sign that he was being serious. You sighed, turning to face your mom with your arms crossed, fingers drumming against your bare skin.
"Well, what is it?" You asked impatiently.
She didn't say anything at first, fiddling with her fingers with her eyes averted to the side. She inhaled slowly and then exhaled. When she finally spoke, her voice came out smaller than you'd ever heard in your life.
"I owe you an apology."
You blinked, surprised. Out of everything you expected, this wasn't what you thought it will be.
"…What?"
She lowered her gaze, still refusing to look at you. "I should've said this a long time ago. But I didn't know how to."
You stared at her, confusion gradually melting into impatience. Since young, your mother was never good with emotional conversations. As far as you remembered, she showed her affection through small, considerate acts—sliced fruits left in the fridge, reminders to bring an umbrella and extra money quietly transferred into your account during exam seasons.
But verbally?
You couldn't remember the last time she had these kind of conversations with you.
"I know I've said lots of hurtful things to you over the years. About your grades, your personality and… basically everything about you."
You nearly let out a bitter laugh but kept your lips firmly sealed shut. You didn't want to show any form of emotions toward her—to the woman who thought constantly belittling you will bring you some good. Your mother noticed the change in your expression and somehow, that seemed to pain her even more.
"When you were younger, I thought if I pushed you harder, you'd become stronger. I thought criticizing and comparing you to your cousins will motivate you to keep improving," she murmured.
You looked away, nails digging into your skin, hard enough to leave marks behind. Because you knew that already. You spent years convincing yourself that was simply her way of caring. That she's not used to saying it oud loud.
"But I didn't realize that I was slowly teaching you love only comes when you perform well enough to deserve it," she whispered, her voice cracking halfway through with her eyes turning glossy.
You stilled completely, not expecting those kind of words to leave her mouth. Silence stretched between both of you and then, she mentioned him.
"That night at dinner, when you arrived. Jake talked to me after you walked away," she started quietly.
Your breath caught in your throat at the mention of him.
"At first, I thought he was about to apologize for your behavior. But imagine how surprised I was when he confronted me," your mother recalled with a weak laugh, "he was respectful. Very respectful, actually but he was furious."
Heck, you couldn't even imagine Jake seething with rage.
"He asked me if I realized how often I belittled my own daughter in front of other people. I told him I was only joking and he told me, 'Jokes are supposed to make people laugh. Your daughter looked like she was trying not to cry and making herself small.'"
Your vision blurred slightly as you bit down on your bottom lip, stiffing the sobs threatening to leave your tongue. Your mother looked down briefly, clearly struggling to continue telling you the past event.
"He told me you work harder than anyone he knows. That during your tutoring sessions, you kept putting in effort, asking him questions and actually paid attention to what he taught you. That you're doing well in your classes as well."
You stared at her wordlessly, your chest and throat burning painfully now.
"He said even with your temper, he finds you cute and lovable and how he'll stick by your side, no matter what. He even asked me why it was so easy for me to praise strangers but difficult to say something kind to my own daughter," she continued, her voice softening further.
Your feet was rooted to the ground, unable to move an inch. You knew Jake is an attentive person but for him to notice this much, it rendered you speechless. Your mother quickly wiped away the tears that were already falling before she continued.
"I need you to know this, I've always been proud of you," she said in a firm tone despite her trembling voice.
You felt your breath hitched and how tears were trickling down your cheeks. "When you got accepted into Decelis, I bragged about it to everyone for months. When your professors mentioned your name in articles, I printed them out and kept them in my drawer. Even your high school teachers still asked about you whenever I see them," she let out a watery laugh.
Your eyes widened and your lips parted slightly in shock.
"I was proud. So proud that I forgot children need to hear those things out loud too," she finished and that sentence destroyed you completely.
You sniffled, practically threw yourself at her and tightly wrapped your arms around her. For a brief moment, she froze in surprise, her mind lagging behind. And then, she returned the embrace, hugging you back just as tightly. The moment you felt her arms around you—exactly how it was back when you were a child, tears couldn't stopped rolling down your face.
All those years of pent-up exhaustion, resentment, longing and hurt came crashing down on you at once, like a tidal wave crashing into you without warning. Your mother gently stroked your hair—the exact same way she used to do when you were little, when you tripped over a rock at a playground in a park, only for you to start wailing at the top of your lungs—
You finally let yourself cry in her arms without feeling ashamed of it. And this time, when she held you, it finally felt like you were being loved instead of evaluated.
When you calmed down, stepping back from your mother with puffy eyes, she cupped your face and ran her thumbs along your cheekbones. You leaned into her touch like a touch-starved cat and sighed softly. Your mother's features softened.
"You're really lucky to find someone like Jake. Make sure he treats you well or I'll have a serious talk with him," she said, kissing your forehead once you decided to not keep him waiting any longer.
You smiled, her words making you feel all warm and giddy. "Yeah, I really am."
Your mother walked you out of your house and Jake, who had been scrolling through his phone the entire time, raised his head at your approaching footsteps. He got out at the sight of you, eyes darting between you and your mother's faces and that was enough to tell him.
He didn't say anything, merely nodding towards the older woman while opening the passenger door for you, closing it once you got in.
"Thank you for hosting us, Ma'am," he thanked her with a respectful bow, ready to walk away when she called out to him.
"Jake, wait."
He turned to her. "Yes?"
Your mother smiled—all warm, loving and mother-like. Seeing her smiled like that shook your heart. "Feel free to come over anytime you want and bring my daughter along too."
He paused, letting her words sink in and when the underlying meaning hits him, his eyes widened slightly in realization.
"Oh," he said dazedly and your mother huffed in amusement.
"You're welcome in my house, Jake. I hope you treat her well. Go along now, you have a long drive ahead of you," she waved him off.
He bowed once more, bidding her farewell before sliding into driver's seat. You looked out of the window, waving goodbye to her as he drove off. You watched via the mirror as her figure and your house gradually get smaller and smaller until they were out of your sight. You sighed, leaning into your seat with a forlorn look on your face.
Jake glanced at you as he drove. "What's wrong? Did the talk not go well?"
You shook your head. "Nah, it was fine. I didn't expect her to apologize. Like after this long?" You turned to him, watching his side profile, "She told me you talked to her on the first night. Right after I walked away from the table. Why? You didn't have to do that. We were faking it back then."
"I did it because I was in your shoes and I know perfectly well how it feels," he calmly answered, steering to the right to make an exit and the road stretched wider until you're now on the highway, allowing him to increase the speed, "And besides, whether it's fake or real, I couldn't just sit there and watch your mother tear you down, piece by piece."
His sincere words and tone made your heart flipped. "Jake… what are we?"
"What do you want us to be? As far as everyone's concerned, they believed we're already dating," he answered without hesitation, readjusting his position with one hand on top of the steering wheel.
You chewed on your bottom lip as you turned to face the front. "Then, in that case, let's date. For real."
He snorted. "That's probably the most unromantic way I've heard to make a relationship official."
You chuckled but it died when something hits you—
"Wait, you've dated other people?"
"Oh my god. Women and their tendency to misunderstand things."
"Hey!"
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Things were going fine and dandy—with you and Jake doing regular couple activities and whatnot. Until one day, Jake sat you down on the couch in the living room. He had a rare, solemn and grim expression on his face—the sight was enough for you to nervously fiddle with your fingers.
"We need to talk about your scholarship," he started.
You stiffened. "…I was going to handle it," you murmured almost to yourself.
Jake stared at you with an eyebrow raised. "And how are you planning on doing that? Unless you're loaded with money, then that's fine."
You curled your fingers as you placed them on your lap, refusing to meet his gaze. "They said if I can't make the full payment before the next semester ends, I'll be expelled."
Even though Ningning knew about this and how you've talked to her about to it, saying those words out loud sounded even more horrifying than anything you've faced before. Jake sighed, running a hand through his hair.
"This is really stupid of them. I cannot believed the board dares to pull a shitty stunt like this. Why didn't you tell me back then? I could've paid for it," he muttered.
You stubbornly shook your head. "No, you don't have to."
Jake went silent before shifting closer until his knees touched yours. He reached out to one hand above yours while the other slid under your chin. He tilted your head up, forcing you to look at him and his features softened when he locked eyes with you.
"I know what you're thinking, baby. You don't have to pay me back or anything," he started but those words of him only set off invisible alarm bells in your mind.
You jerked your head away from his grasp, the overwhelming feelings of both frustration and embarrassment came crashing down on you.
"No, Jake. You can't do this! That's your family's money. And I'm not… some fucking charity case you can just throw money at just because you feel bad for me."
Jake didn't raise his voice at you, still speaking in that infuriatingly calm, patient voice. "I don't feel bad for you."
"Then why?" You asked, voice cracking at the end.
"Because you deserve to stay."
The conviction in his voice and the lack of hesitation silenced you instantly. When you didn't say a word, he took that as his sign to scoot closer, now intertwining your fingers together. Your eyes flicked down before back at him.
"I told your mother this before but I'll say it again. You're the most hardworking person I've known. You belong here, in Decelis, with me and your friends," he started, reaching out to tuck a few stray strands of hair behind your ear, his fingers brushing against your cheekbone.
"But still…" You protested but it's weak.
Jake silenced you by pulling you into his arms. The hug was warm and safe, with one hand on the back of your head while the other was securely wrapped around your waist. He held you close to him as he pulled you onto his lap, like he's shielding you from the rest of the world.
"No buts. No nothings. I want you to take it, finish your studies and graduate with me," he murmured, resting his chin on top of your head.
You nodded, burying your face in his chest with your fingers gripping onto the front of his shirt for dear life. "..Alright, I'll make you proud."
What you didn't see is the smile on his face when he heard your words. "Oh baby, you already make me so fucking proud."
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Needless to say, Ningning and Jake's small friend group were informed about your official relationship. You proposed to announce it to them, using the chance to introduce your friend to his at the same time. Two birds with one stone. When you walked into a cafe everyone agreed on, hand-in-hand, the four of them went silent, eyes locking in on your intertwined hands.
"I knew this will happen," Heeseung declared, acting all smug and arrogant like he had foreseen this a long time ago.
Jay elbowed him from his side. "No, you didn't. Stop trying to act smart. It's not a good look on you."
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"
Ignoring his two friends who started arguing like an old married couple, Sunghoon turned to you and gave you a warm, friendly smile. "Congrats, the two of you."
Jake owlishly blinked as you and him sat down. "Why do you make it sound like we're getting married?"
"It doesn't hurt to prepare for the future."
You choked on your drink and Ningning made a strangled noise on your left. She turned to Jake and narrowed her eyes at him, watching with a sick fascination at how he nervously gulped at the glimmer in her eyes.
"If you value your life and dick, you better treat (Name) like the princess she is," she warned him.
"Ningning!"
"Yes, Ma'am."
You groaned, rubbing the space between your eyes. "God, maybe this was a bad idea."
In conclusion, the reveal of your official relationship went well. To the public, nothing changed. It's still a common sight to see you and Jake walking together on campus. Except now you and Ningning were accepted by your boyfriend's friend group too. As the saying goes, the more the merrier.
Right now, you were in the your room, trying to look through your notes with Jake doing anything but helping. Ningning was away for the day, stating she will be heading out but you suspect she's simply giving you some couple time, whatever that means. You were seated by your desk, frowning at your diligently taken notes while Jake sighed for the unknown time.
Your left eyebrow twitched, placing your pen down and spin around in your chair. "What's wrong with you? You've been moping around for the past thirty minutes."
He didn't answer you, laying with his arms and legs spread out on your bed as he stared at the ceiling. "I'm bored. Why are you even studying in the first place? We're on a break! A break means no studying!" He whined and sulked like a child.
You rolled your eyes. "I just want to have my memory refreshed before class resume."
He groaned, rolling onto his side to bury his face in your pillow, shamelessly inhaling the lingering scent of your hair shampoo. "Ugh, you're so smarty pants that it's kinda hot."
"…Don't tell me you're hard," you deadpanned, already knowing where this was going, especially with his prolonged silence and how he sheepishly smiled.
"Jake!"
He threw his hands up. "I can't help it! It's not my fault that you're all smart and diligent!"
You ran a hand through your hair, glancing back at your notes. "…I guess I can afford to take a break but—"
You didn't get the chance to finish your sentence, letting out a startled yelp when you were abruptly tugged out of your chair. You let out an "oof" when your back landed on the soft, wrinkled sheets of your bed. The last thing you saw was Jake hovering over you before he crashed his lips against yours. The kiss was sloppy, wet and loud. You could barely breathed, feeling like you were being devoured from inside and outside.
Spit trailed down your chin and Jake ducked his head, licking it up, leaving an uncomfortable stickiness behind. You arched your back, pressing your chest against his and he took that as his permission to remove the shirt you're wearing. Only for him to curse at the sight before him.
"Fuck, no bra? Dirty girl, you've been waiting for this, haven't you?" He murmured, appreciation glazing over his eyes at your bare breasts.
"Jake, you—oh!"
You gasped out his name, only to cry out when he lowered his head to wrap his lips around your right hardened nipple. Your hands shot out—one tangling your fingers into his hair while the other clutched and twisted the sheets in your palm.
A series of moans and mewls endlessly spilled from your lips as he used his thumb to move your other nipple in an anti-clockwise motion while alternating between licking, nipping and sucking on it, giving equal attention to your chest.
You lifted your hips off the bed, rutting yourself against the outline of his cock that's straining against his sweatpants.
"O-Off, hurry," you whined.
"My girl's so needy," he cooed, detaching his lips from your nipple, leaving it covered in a layer of his saliva, "gotta give her what she wants, right?"
The needy sound you made was enough to serve as an answer. Jake made quick work of his clothes, tossing them onto the floor while aiding you in removing yours too, letting them join the same fate—carelessly discarded without a care in the world. He placed a pillow under your hips for better support and he shifted down until his elbows, wanting to put his mouth on you but you stopped him.
"Just.. fuck me already. I've already.. prepped myself in the shower," you croaked out, ears flushed red as you're embarrassed with how desperate you are.
Jake sworn under his breath, shifting himself onto his knees and aligned himself against your entrance. He glanced at you, only pushing in when you gave him the green light. You dug your hands into the sheets, frowning while forcing yourself to relax as you felt yourself being stretched as wide as possible to fit the width and grith of his cock.
He eventually bottomed out after what felt like centuries, both of you moaning in unison at the feeling of being connected at a deeper level. Jake ducked his head, running his nose along your cheekbone and you gave him what he wanted, letting him kissed you.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling him pulling out until his mushroomy tip was still nestled inside you and sheathed himself back in again.
He repeated this, starting off with a reasonable pace. The bedroom was filled with the loud, lewd sound of skin slapping against skin along with your pleasured moans smoothly blending into it. You could feel his heavy balls slapping against your inner thighs at every thrust.
"M-More—fuck," you moaned and who was Jake to say no to his pretty girlfriend?
Gritting his teeth, he increased the pace until he's practically ramming into you with enough force to jostle you up and down on the bed. Your mouth dropped open, forming a silent "O" shape with your eyes rolling to the back of your head.
"Shit, feel so good for me, baby. So fuckin' tight," he groaned, resting his forehead against yours with you sharing the same air space, "gonna let me breed this pussy, won't you? Gonna let me fuck you until your insides are shaped to take my cock."
You tightened around him at his words and he noticed. Of course he did. He smirked, capturing your lips in a kiss, if it could be considered one, with how you're moaning his name against his lips. Jake snaked one hand down to rub your clit with furious circles, timing it with every snap of his hips. You felt the familiar tightening sensation in your stomach, how your breathing was growing heavier and unsteady.
"Jake—close—gonna cum, please."
"Cum for me, princess."
At his words, he plunged and buried himself deep in your walls, which was what tipped you over the edge. You cum, your gummy walls violently convulsing around his cock as your thighs trembled from the sheer intensity of your climax. Jake was quick to follow suit, spilling inside you as he painted your walls in the shade of his cum.
You went boneless, body covered in a thin layer of sweat as you stared at the ceiling, trying to catch your breath. However, Jake wasn't done with you yet. The only form of warning you got was him flipping you over, forcing you to be on your hands and knees.
"Jake, wha—!?"
He draped himself over you and you whimpered at how he's still inside you, able to feel his cock hardening. He rested his chin on your left shoulder, lips brushing against the shell of your ear.
"Don't think I'm done with you just yet, baby. Gonna make good use of the time we have."
Well, it looks like you're in for a long, long night.
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Graduation day arrived far quicker than you expected.
The campus of Decelis Academy was once filled with groups of students heading to their respective destinations, only for it now to be overflowing with the very same batch of students now dressed in formal uniforms and graduation robes. Families were seen crowding the pathways with bouquets of flowers and many cameras flashing endlessly beneath the warm, blinding afternoon sun.
It felt surreal, for you to be able to graduate, considering how you were on the verge of expulsion.
You adjusted the sleeve of your robe while standing near the edge of the crowd, scanning the sea of faces for a certain person. Your mother, who stood beside you, let out a knowing giggle and you turned to her, ready to tell her off but she beat you to it.
"Go on, sweetheart. Go and find your boyfriend before he gets snatched away. I'll be here," she assured you.
"Thanks, mom," you gave her a quick hug before diving into the crowd. It didn't take you long to find him.
He stood near the front, under one of the large trees that lined the academy courtyard. Just like the boys in the academy, he's dressed in a black suit with his graduation sash loosely hanging around his shoulders. Even when you're surrounded by many people, your eyes found his effortlessly and to no one's surprise, he was already looking at you.
Ningning appeared out of nowhere before you could reached him. You yelped when she aggressively shoved a bouquet of flowers into your arms as she threw a hand around your shoulders, causing you to stagger backwards at the sudden and additional weight.
"You better thank me later. I stopped three aunties from trying to set their nieces up with your boyfriend," she whispered and you snorted at her words, managing to shoo her away as she went to regroup with Jake's friends.
You finally reached him and for a few seconds, none of you spoke a word. Jake simply looked at you, eyes scanning you from head to toe—taking in your graduation robe, the medal resting around your neck as it glowed when it caught the light and how you're poorly hiding the smile that managed to stretch across your face.
"See? I told you you did it," he started.
You scoffed and rolled your eyes. "Alright, Smarty Pants. Thank you for believing in me. Whatever shall I do without you?"
He chuckled, the sound soft but it's audible enough for your ears to pick up. He reached out to fix your crooked graduation cap gently, letting his hand hover in the air before returning to his side.
"So, got anything to say to your boyfriend slash tutor?" He asked with an expectant look on his face.
"Yeah. I love you."
He stilled, clearly not expecting you to say the three magic words in a public place. On your graduation day and in a place where everyone can hear you. But no one was paying you any mind. Everyone was busy taking pictures, talking and boasting about their certificates they received from the principal.
Jake grinned from ear to ear, his eyes warm with unmistakable affection. He stepped closer, casually slipping an arm around your waist. You met him in the middle, kissing him right there and then—under the big tree and bright summer sky of Decelis Academy.
"For what it's worth, I love you too," he murmured when you broke apart.
You laughed, the sound genuine and warm as you nuzzled your nose against his. "Good, or else I'm telling the entire academy that you snore and drool in your sleep."
Today’s thoughts: HOW do they fuck? Like, how skilled are they each and what are their strengths? 👀 and also more random thoughts heh.
content warnings: f x m pairing, explicit!language, explicit!content, smut, suggestive prompts, mentions of p in v, oral, all the stuff
Jungwon
✶⋆.˚ how does Jungwon fuck? Fast and hard. Jungwon isn’t really the romantic - type in the sheets, I’m sorry to disappoint you. I’ve said this before: he is a driller. Very skilled with his movements, very quick and deep thrusts. He loves the position where you’re on top and he can put his feet on the mattress and thrust into you from below, because that position allows him to go very, very fast. And on top of that, he can watch your every reaction. Like the way you press your eyes together and struggle so bad at holding yourself up :( sometimes you even collapse onto his chest when he fucks into you like a rabid animal.
He’s also a little cocky about it. Like he just enjoys to see what he’s doing to you. He’s proud when he sees you struggle to walk afterwards and he’s super shameless about it too. Like if another member pointed out how loud you two have been and how everyone had heard you or how obviously you’re “limping”, you can bet Jungwon is just smirking proudly while you’re so embarrassed.
Random thoughts
✶⋆.˚ Jungwon and a breeding kink???? I kept thinking about this over and over again cause I was like: hmmm.. Jungwon is very responsible usually and I don’t think that he’d REALISTICALLY want kids, but why does it lowkey still get him off? We all know he’s possessive as fuck, so him lowkey having a secret breeding kink makes so much sense.
“Gonna knock you up, y/n.”, “yeah, you’re gonna have my babies. Gonna give you my babies.”
Yeah makes sense in my head i don’t care.🤷🏻♀️
✶⋆.˚ also a praise kink guy, but he takes his praises in form of your REACTIONS. He needs you to scream and squirm and beg him to stop or go slower, he needs to SEE that he’s the only one who can fuck you like that and he wouldn’t be too mad about hearing you say that too.
✶⋆.˚ leaaaassstt likely to engage in threesomes / anything involving another person / more people. He’s too possessive for that. He couldn’t stand the thought of someone else touching you like that or even looking at you like that.
✶⋆.˚ opposed to his cocky character during sex, Jungwon is actually a very devoted guy. He doesn’t share, he doesn’t make compromises: you’re his and he’s yours and he wouldn’t like any jealousy - plays. Like yes, I know, the thought of jealousy - sex with Jungwon is really hot, but I actually think that acts of making him jealous on purpose would only turn him off. Like he wouldn’t like to “remind you that you’re his” - he expects you to be as devoted as him and thus, you don’t need to be reminded of that.
✶⋆.˚ despite his “reputation” of having quite the high sex drive - ok who am I kidding, this guy is a freak because sex is his solution to everything. He’s happy? Sex. He’s sad? Sex. He’s angry? Sad. He’s bored? Sex. He’s anxious? Sex. So like— you get what I mean. BUT despite all that, I don’t think he’s overly experimenting. He enjoys staying in bed - like he think at most he’d take it to the shower or the bathtub, but bed is still still his first choice. He also rotates between the same positions, just the ones you both enjoy the most. He is open to try new things but usually sticks to the ones that just feel the best.
Heeseung
✶⋆.˚ how does Heeseung fuck? Maturely (?). For lack of better words haha. But it truly summarises all my thoughts on how he fucks. Like he’s someone who’s very responsible I think, so I believe he also takes sex very seriously. Not the type for one night stands, not the type for quickies either. He takes his time and he likes to do it the whole night haha. There’s no rush in anything he does. Sometimes the two of you go an hour without even removing your clothes. Passionate kisses, your hands all over each other, but again, no rush to it. Once your clothes are off though, he is super precise and just very intimate with his touches.
His hands skilfully run down your body, right inbetween your legs that he parts with a grip around your thigh and he caresses your wet pussy with delight, like it’s a game to him. And he also likes to BE TOUCHED, like he’s not someone who appreciates someone who lays around like a passenger princess and lets him do all the work. Worship his body and he’ll worship yours. What also makes him super mature in my mind is the fact that I’m convinced he’s very vocal during sex. He praises you A LOT, lets you know where he likes to be touched. “Just like that, that’s right, y/n.”. That’s mature, you know? Communication!
Random thoughts
✶⋆.˚ this is so fluffy but I feel like Hee gets very sleepy after sex haha, it’s lowkey cute. I do see him also leaning more towards dom, but not in a controlling but more guiding way, but he turns super super soft after you’re back, still naked, cuddling in his bed. He tug his head into the crook of your neck and nuzzle his nose against your skin and hum something sweet into your ear. It’s really cute.
✶⋆.˚ he’s also team low and deep thrusts over drilling. But his thrusts are EXTRA DEEP, like you feel like he’s splitting you in half on his cock damn
✶⋆.˚ eye-fucks you VERY intensely. You’ll be dripping wet even before he’s laid a hand on you just from staring into his eyes for a bit too long. He also likes to shamelessly check you out in front of others.
Jay
✶⋆.˚ how does Jay fuck? Passionately and lovingly.☹️🫶🏻
I lowkey always think Jay is the romantic type. Like, hell yeah, yes so attentive. He watches for your reactions, studies the way you react to things he does, like he’s just very sweet. He CAN however, totally wreck the fuck out of you IF THATS WHAT YOU WANT ( and I know you do. 🥴). He’s also more skilled than some people would think. Like I can totally picture him holding your hands together above your head, your legs spread wide open as he fucks into you, missionary, while he circles your clit with his thumb, because he knows how overstimulating that feels. He also knows exactly what angle is best to fuck in you to hit your g-spot with the tip of his cock. Like he’s just educated like that I don’t know.
Random thoughts
✶⋆.˚ I think Jay is kind of open to experimenting a lot. But usually it has to be you who suggests the things and he usually agrees, so if you’re more of the adventurous type, you found your match. I think he would enjoy some kind of bondage? I can’t explain why but it makes sense in my head I don’t know. Like both you being restricted but also him. Tie him to the bed idk girl.
✶⋆.˚ I picture your first time with Jay as being super romantic. Like rose petals and candles - level romantic. He even put on a vinyl or whatever it’s called.
✶⋆.˚ Jay’s touches are so gentle, you can literally feel your skin melting in his hands. It’s like impossible to feel uncomfortable with him, he’s so gentle but so precise too, like he knows what he’s doing and ugh, just the way he flicks the tips of his fingers over your hardened nipples is just so DELICIOUS, I can’t even explain it.
✶⋆.˚ my aftercare king fr fr. It’s not over til it’s over, truly his motto. Like he could be shaking and exhausted from his own orgasm and yet he’d still make sure to please you in any way you’d like.
Jake
✶⋆.˚ how does Jake fuck? Desperately.
Jake is lowkey pathetic but I love it. Like he’s so down bad for you babe, it’s kind of funny. There is NOTHING Jake wouldn’t do for you and I mean that in an absolutely explicit, spicy, NASTY way. Once you’re bouncing on that cock, there’s nothing he wouldn’t let you do. You could slap him, scratch his chest, and I bet you it would only make him cum faster. Like you’re a goddess in his eyes, he is SO DOWN BAD. And any time you allow him to take some power, he’s going to make the best out of it. Like that’s what I meant when I said “desperately”, he’s so desperate to make you feel good. Pleaseeeee sit on his face, he’s going to literally cum in his pants before you even touched him properly. Like this man is CONVINCED he was made to pleasure you and he only ever gets off truly if you’re as well, you get what I mean? Like please also praise the hell out of him cause Jake lowkey has a praise kink and he needs to hear what a good boy he is (mommy kink Jake hello).
Random thoughts
✶⋆.˚ yeah so the thoughts of jerking Jake off under the table while other people are present - or during a movie night is VERY VERY hot to me. Because it’s a form of degradation (?) like a punishment. Just to tease your cute boyfriend because you know he can’t say no to you. At first you just try to tease him by running your hand up and down his thigh and he’s already CHEWING at his lower lip. It’s so cute how he still tries to focus on his surrounding while the tip of his cock is already exposed and rubbing against the fabric of his underwear. And once you sneak your hand right past that, it’s over. And then you signal him to “be a good boy and stay quiet”, as you start jerking him off. Hihihi.
✶⋆.˚ surprisingly high sex drive (or is it really that surprising?) but yeah, puppy boy needs it often I said what I said. He’s very needy and very horny, but for him it’s not about just trying to get himself off, it’s the closeness you two share during sex what really matters to him. He wants you close like all the time, feel your skin, see you naked, kiss you, EVERYWHERE.
✶⋆.˚ he always feels almost REWARDED when you go down on him. Like UGH he can’t believe his luck when you’re ever on your knees for him, he almost wants to pick you up so you wouldn’t have to kneel there but then it just feels to good. He’s obsessed with the way your lips part and wrap around his cock. Or the way your eyes widen a bit as you push him down your throat like that. He even has to hold onto something or else he fears he might collapses.
Sunghoon
✶⋆.˚ how does Sunghoon fuck? Dominantly and lowkey mean(?). If that makes sense? Sidenote: I lowkey love how different they all are haha. I think Sunghoon is probably the most dom of them all. He likes to be in control, like, in total control. I think he would love control-based games. Stuff like “stay quiet or I won’t allow you to cum” or “if you touch yourself without permission, I won’t touch you tonight”, and then he undresses in front of you and starts jerking him off while looking into straight into your eyes, or something like that. So if you’re leaning sub, he’s absolutely PERFECT for you.
I’ve said this before too, but Sunghoon is a sucker for overstimulation and that’s what I meant when I said “lowkey mean”. He wants to drive you over the edge every single time. He isn’t someone who sticks his cock in you, thrusts a few times and collapses next to you. Sex is an event for him and he is super competitive, so he HAS to make sure hes going to be the best guy you’ve ever fucked. Just for his ego.
Random thoughts
✶⋆.˚ even though I just had a whole rant about how much of a dom Sunghoon is, I do think he kind of likes a more “rebellious” sub? Like someone who challenges him a bit, someone who WANTS to be “put in their place”. And he gladly does so. He wants to fuck you stupid until you admit what you tried to deny before: that you only belong to him and that only he’s allowed to touch you like that.
✶⋆.˚ remember what I said about Jungwon not being someone for jealousy - Sex? Yeah, it doesn’t apply to Sunghoon AT ALL. Rile him up, babygirl. Get all flirty and laughing with the bartender, I don’t care, you can literally watch the light fade from his eyes as he watches you. And he won’t even wait until you’re him, he will pull you into the next corner, bend you over and fuck the brains out of you until there’s nothing left to laugh about (ok I need to calm down 😭🤣).
✶⋆.˚ still can’t get over Mirror-sex with Sunghoon. He’s obsessed with watching you watch yourself. He wants you to SEE how he’s ruining you. “Look at yourself, so desperate for my cock, huh? Look at the way your pussy is clenching around it. You want this so bad, I know you want this so bad.” Even though you try to deny it. Actually it turns him on even more if you try to deny it or he can even sense a hint of embarrassment.
Sunoo
✶⋆.˚ how does Sunoo fuck? Precisely
Sunoo has studied the human body. Like Jay, I think he likes to educate himself on how to properly please their partner. Fuck, I think he even watches freaking tutorials on, for example, how to properly eat someone out or make them squirt and the funniest part is, I think it just genuinely interests him. Like he would just call you over cause “I have something I wanna try out!” And the next thing you know, you’re on his bed, legs spread wide open as sunoo thrusts his fingers into you. “Ok, I think this must be the spot. The tutorial said it’s supposed to feel a bit rigged, about 2cm past the entrance so hereeee—“ and he had his tongue stuck between his teeth, deep in thought and you’re already GONE. Like hell yeah, keep watching those tutorials because FUCKKK.
He just knows how to treat you well during sex, he knows how to go slow in the beginning so you can get used to it, but he also knows what it means when you start to pull him closer, when your eyes beg him to go faster and that’s what he does then, immediately.
But sunoo isn’t the type to just thrust mindlessly into you, no, he’s either always playing with your clit too or licking and sucking at your nipples or neck, or all of it, all together. He just knows. You get me?
Random thoughts
✶⋆.˚ now all of that just made me want to write a oneshot about best friend Sunoo who wants to test out all these methods to see if “he can make a woman cum with his fingers / his tongue alone”. And at first you’re hesitating cause you know, he’s your best friend, but then also you want to be a good friend to him and you haven’t been touched in so long. And then he absolutely RUINS you “accidentally”, because it was supposed to be just a test. 😋
✶⋆.˚ he’s super clingy in public and he acts like a total sub too. I think he also issss technically a sub, but less than you would expect. The way I see sunoo is that I know he likes to be in control of things and can get very petty when he gets teased, so I can also see him wanting to take control during sex. Like call me crazy, but Jake gives more sub to me than Sunoo does actually.
Riki
✶⋆.˚ how does Riki fuck? Teasingly. I feel like his number 1 move to tease you is switching randomly between paces. Like he starts slowly thrusting in and out of you at first, his big cock carefully gliding in and out of you and once he notices you’re comfortable, he starts pounding into you, just to hear you scream out of shock. Then once he’s gotten you all used to his inhumane speed and sees the way you’re enjoying the way he’s fucking into you, he suddenly stops. Like just stops. You grunt in frustration, you even beg him to keep fucking you, but he waits. Then, once you start trying to grind yourself against his cock, he starts pushing into you again. Slooooowwwlly, like painfully slow, actually. Then he pulls out again.
Isn’t that fucking annoying?
But he loves it. He absolutely loves the way he’s got you begging for his cock. And only once you’ve completely given yourself to him, that’s when he gives you what you need and continues to pound you properly.
Random thoughts
✶⋆.˚ he’s an ass guy, I said what I said. He loves to grab it and slap it and he doesn’t care if it’s in public or not, clothes on or off, he’s always all about your ass. He loves the way it jiggles, he loves how it looks in your tightly fitted pants, he loves how he can slap it repeatedly while he fucks you doggy-style. I also believe that’s one of his favourite positions just because he gets to see your ass 😂.
✶⋆.˚ his low and deep groans are so deliciousssss. He also repeatedly groans your name in your ear. Like truly, over and over again, like it’s the only word he’s still able to form in his mind.
✶⋆.˚ he’s very much dom-leaning, but he also enjoys a good riding session. Reversed cowboy for that, for obvious reasons (your ass), especially when you’re leaning forward, your upper body pressed down so he can just see your ass twerking up and down his cock.
✶⋆.˚ will def wanna try anal some day. 👀
✶⋆.˚ balcony sex with Riki will ruin you for good. And him too. I think I’ve said this before but Riki is such a freak, like it’s actually insane. Cum play, spit play, he’s all of that so you really gotta match his freak I fear.
What should I write next?
“It takes two” (Sunki x reader) pt.2
“Watch me” (Sunghoon x reader) pt. 3
Hotel room (Jungwon x reader, while Jay watches)
Voting ended onMay 23
Alright guys! That’s it for today heh. It’s been a while, I know.
