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⨾HIGH & LOW ⨾ENHYPEN
GUIDANCE ☆ i mostly write in lowercase. ☆ english is not my first language so please bear with me. ☆ i currently only write for high&low (the worst series) & enhypen. ☆ requests are very welcome ☆ the pics i use in my posts are mostly from pinterest and not mine.
Who’s your favourite High&low character?
i can say it's todoroki and odajima... but murayama always has a spot deep down in my heart lollll. well it shows on the masterlist if you see how many fics for them out of the other characters :D
guess i kinda miss write for them... but i have nothing on my mind other than my thesis atm tho... :(
Do you have any favourite high&low movies?
my favorite is definitely high&low the worst but the fact i started loving this series because of yuta on the worst x... well i guess those 2 are my top picks
heyyy can i request a fic where oc is in a toxic relationship and the boys are trying to help her to get out from the relationship?
heyyy can you specify which boys? cus i write for enhypen and high & low... so...😆
[5:21pm]
genre: comfort, fluff wc: 1.1k ┊not proofread!
you are nothing near from being the greatest singer of the century, to begin with. you're not even a singer at all. but layla, a border collie of your best friend's–jake, might be your first fan ever.
whenever she sees you around in some comfortable circumstances, she's never hesitate to lay down beside you and sometimes even rest her jaw on your thigh. on top of that, one day when jake come to your place to check on you while you lay sick on your bed, she also lies and put her paw on your arm.
she keeps ignoring her nature as one of the most active and energetic breed and you have a soft spot for her also. so of course, you always gladly sing for her. you even made a playlist to sing for her, which full of coldplay's old songs that you found she loves the most.
as an owner, jake found this quite beneficial sometimes when he needs to done his things but very much confused at the same time. what's up with your voice? he's a good singer too. people even recognize him for that. but why's his dog, his best buddy, his love, never react the way she does for you?
"she's my child, jake." you always say.
"stop saying that. i literally clean, do the chores, and work for her?" and he always replies.
today, as he promised yesterday, he came to your place with layla. and no, you're not sick today, it's apparently the opposite. he arrived with a pissed, frustrated face and refuse to talk fifteen minutes ago. he's just walks around your living room with his disheveled white office shirt.
you continue to read your book while playing with layla's hair and humming to coldplay's song. you make sure to open your bedroom door widely to let him know that he can come in when he's ready. it's not the first time you've seen jake in this state and you know the best way to deal with it is just let him do anything he wants. he will talk about it when he's tired.
speaking of which, the tail of your eye catches his movement towards you. well, maybe it is a very serious matter since he has never got tired this quick.
"what's up?" you snap, closing your book on your stomach. layla got up at your sudden movement as she sees her owner walks in your direction. she jumps on the floor and her favorite song is now long gone.
"jake?" he sits on layla's spot earlier and lets out a deep sigh.
"it's work." his eyes looking at the white sheets beneath him and draw an imaginary circle with his index.
"i know. wanna talk about it?"
he drags his body to lay next to you, head burried in your pillow while his arms stretched out to his side and your neck, almost choking you.
"i don't know, girl. i'm just... tired."
"is it that bad?" you ask carefully.
he nods. "there's a problem with the project and this mf blame me for it," he groans. thank god your pillow muffled his voice.
"oh? what a prick."
"can you sing for me?" he raises his head.
you never turn your head so fast.
"what?" you blurt out a laugh.
he lies on his side, perfectly facing you. "oh, c'mon. you always make layla chill out with it."
"but you're not layla?"
"i'm her owner, you know. she's my daughter. like father like dau–"
"okay, stop. you started sound silly,"
"babe, c'mon. i just need to sleep. you know how much effort i put on this project? i barely had a proper sleep,"
as soon as that pet name came out of his mouth you know it's hard to win over him. he will starts pleading as soon as he can, so you let out a heavy sigh and stretch out your arm reluctantly.
"c'mere,"
the next thing you know, he already burried his head on your shoulder. well, actually, this is your first time being this close with him in this kind of position despite your nth years of friendship.
so when he’s seemingly already found his spot on the crook of your neck, you can't help but squirm a little, but jake is too quick to catch your waist to prevent you from moving anywhere.
"don't move." he says against your neck.
you bite your inner cheek to hold back a sharp gasp that almost come out of nowhere.
you take a deep breath before placing your hand on his head, brushing his hair lightly. you decide to continue to sing to spark, which was previously forcibly cut off.
"my heart is yours," you start to whisper.
"it's you that i hold on to,
that's what i do,
and i know i was wrong,
but i won't let you down,
mmm, yeah, i will, yeah, i will, yes, i will," your voice get slightly lower.
"i said, oh,
i cry, oh,
yeah, i saw sparks,
yeah, i saw sparks." you massage his scalp lightly.
"sing it out,
la la la la la la,"
you feel his breathing becomes steady while in fact he's just enjoying his action to inhaling your scent that mixed with a soft fragrant from your newly washed sweater. he has never been this relax in a long time.
you keep on with the lyrics in humming as your eyes glued to the plain ceiling of your room. you feel his arm is still lazily attached to your waist then what are you doing, really? is it normal to cuddle your friend from high school? is it okay to comfort your guy friend like this?
you haven't finished think about that but jake already raised his head.
his eyes slightly red from the drowsiness that suddenly hit him but the smile on his mouth is as wide as ever. "y'know, layla actually has a good taste."
a heat suddenly strikes your cheek, causing it to turn to a shade of red.
his head turns to his dog on the floor. "dang, my girl is talented, for real."
you roll your eyes at him. "okay, now move."
he's quick to back on his previous spot, even more suffocating right now as he pulls you impossibly close to his body.
he tilts his head upward to face you. his wet eyes stares at you so innocently, which quite opposite to his actions that practically hugging you so tight while trying to sleep.
"ey, c'mon, don't be so stingy," he snuggles to you, again.
you bite your lip this time. maybe you just as tired as him, but you swear, you saw the sparks.
[11:34pm]
—t/w: angst, mention of death and alcohol
watching someone slowly lose themselves is probably the last thing you would ask for.
it's been an hour since you noticed jay was in the same room as you. knowing his true nature while watching him hitting on random girls at a bar like this makes your heart ache. this wasn't him at all.
having sudden mind reading power, you knew he was still grieving on his ex—who also your sister—unexpected death. because so were you. that's why you ended up at this bar alone on a weekday night.
from not too far away, you saw him gradually closing the gap between him and the poor girl. they were kissing mindlessly. she even held him so tight, without any sign of wanting to let go soon.
his messy slicked back hair was still as beautiful as ever. you always praised him for his looks and fashion choices since you used to see him around your house almost everyday. but tonight, seeing him with his collar sticking out, rolled up sleeve, and smirk plastered on his lips was really something. it was new to you.
you turned around and chugged your drink. you just realized losing someone could cause a huge impact like this.
a moment later, you overhear him, “can i call you her name?”
you turned. your heart almost sank then you see her palm going so fast to slap him with all her guts.
he froze before standing up. he nodded a few times as a sign that he understood the situation—without a significant change in his expression. “okay, okay.” he said, raising both hands.
so he walked in your direction.
you turned to face the bar, pretended to be busy ordering a new drink with the bartender.
“a whisky, please,” he ordered, taking a seat next to you. you held your breath when his perfume hit your nose, bringing back memories you didn't want to remember.
“hi?” he greeted, like nothing just happened to him a few seconds ago.
“hi?” you replied with the same tone.
“eh? you do really look like her.” his hazy eyes stared at you deeply. you watched him place his head on the bar.
he scoffed. “sorry, maybe it's the hallucination again.” he laughed, probably for expecting another slap.
but you laughed with him, for silently wanting to hug him while he didn't recognize you.
“you still refuse to believe we've lost her.” you mumbled, head bowed weakly so he didn't hear you.
“are you okay?” he asked.
you glanced, only to met his eagle eyes.
“i'm not.”
“ah, c'mon. let's have some fun then.” he stood up and offer his hand for you to take.
you looked up at him. “'m sorry?”
“dance with me.”
you bit your inner lip, contemplating the nice offer before finishing your newly-served drink. you thought you just need to be as drunk as him to do this.
“okay.” you held his rough hand to let him led you to the dance floor.
you were melted with the background music for a moment and let your body moved the way they want it. jay, on the other hand, busy to maintained his eyes at yours. his hand wandered around your back before finally took its place on your waist.
“aren't your head spinning?” oh, you used to ask your sister that question too. you held your sweated fist tightly.
he smiled. “a little.” he paused. “where did you know that?”
you frowned, feeling the palpitation in your chest. “uh?”
“the 'head spinning' question. how do you know?”
“is that something i supposed to know? it's just you look so wasted? i don't know, just wondering,”
he lets out a soft chuckle, “thank you. that's make me feel better,”
your knees almost lost its strength.
“do i know you?” he asked again.
“no, you don't.”
“but you do really sound like her.”
“am i?”
“…can i ask you something?”
you nodded hesitantly.
“can i call you her name?”
a single tear dropped from your eye.
“yes.”
you swore you never seen him with this wide smile before.
a/n: sorry if this too angsty. its inspired by a song <iykyk> and i barely awake when i wrote this so please bear with me ><
𝓹𝓲𝓽𝔂 party 2 | 𝓵𝓱𝓼
a/n: a quick update bc im still too caught up on my thesis #prayforme
it's not really related to the part 1 ig just full about relationship with heeseung | wc: 1,8k-ish
!!! part 1 !!!
just like a fallen leaves that the wind blows away easily, the breath you take mindlessly, and the boiling ramen soup that evaporates under its cup quickly. the memory of your first party is now long gone since six of your brother's friends come to your house almost everyday.
you don't even bother questioning what matter your brother had on that day. they said that it was just about dissenting opinions and you easily buy it.
it's been two weeks since the tragedy, and today you can confidently declare that jake is no longer the only one you know among them. you have heeseung now. of course, he isn't the most friendly, but you notice he is the most attentive and reliable, sometimes even more than your brother, jay. the rest of them are basically your acquaintances now, but something is surely different between you and heeseung.
he's still quietly annoying, secretly irritating, and overall not so different from your brother. yet the tension is still unchanged since he took you home that day. it's so obvious like you have never practically left alone with him in the same room together. well, sometimes it's light and playful, but sometimes it's just too thick until you start doubting your self control. but the point is, the tension is always there. making it a trio out of you two–if that makes sense.
ealier today, your brother had promise to pick you up after your archery club meetings. but he suddenly has more urgent thing to do, so it just slipped your mouth, "can i ask heeseung?"
jay's head turned to you in a split millisecond. "why him? what's going on?"
"nothing. you promised to take me to the vinyl store you know,"
"you can ask mom?"
"you really think she's gonna take me there?"
he sighed. "fine. i'll talk to him."
just like that and the boy is already waiting for you in his regular fit denim jacket. with his chunky motorbike, obviously.
"had fun, katniss everdeen?" his smug smirk welcomed you. you roll your eyes, trying to ignore his smirk that somehow look flirty to you. "yes, rubeus hagrid."
he scoffs. "really? from all the characters in the world?"
"what? you're tall and ride a bike."
he nods before putting on his helmet, a smirk still evident on his mouth. "hagrid it is."
after he puts on your half face helmet, you jump behind him. "let's go."
contradicting your words, he got off his bike and looked at you in disbelief. "how can you go archery in a skirt?" his voice muffled by the helmet.
"i didn't. we're just discussing some—”
again he cuts you as he took his clothes out of the bag for you to wear. a black knit sweater fall on your nearly exposed thighs. "tie it around."
"is it 2014 or—"
"wear it or we aren't going anywhere."
you grunt silently and let the knit sleeve wrapped around your waist to cover your thighs safely. feel satisfied, heeseung back on his seat, "hold on tightly. it's so windy."
you happily obey as you did the last time he rode you home. he didn't complain tho, as if it didn't bother him nor throw him into another dimension.
as he said earlier, it's windy so it's even harder to concentrate on the road when the wind keeps blowing up his sweater on your thighs. well, he blamed it on the wind rather than his bike or you.
on the other hand, you are just enjoying his warm back, not wanting to move your head before you arrive, let alone caring about your exposed skin. even the helmet's bulkiness doesn't stop you from leaning in so shamelessly.
your thumb still absentmindedly caressing his toned stomach when he takes turn to the last turn before the vinyl store you've been thinking about all day.
you hop off the bike so cheerfully and hand him his helmet to untie his sweater from your waist and wear it on top of your shirt then run into the store. at this point, heeseung didn't even look like a brother, but more like a driver? or even a bodyguard your parents paid for their reckless daughter.
you are holding you targeted LP when heeseung arrives beside you. "oh, it was released today?" he asks.
you nod excitedly. "yes!" you almost jump on your feet.
"should i pick this or this one?" you take the deluxe version on your right hand.
"it's black and white." heeseung takes the deluxe version and read the song list on its back.
"yeah, not so match my collection."
"but it has more songs."
"exactly!" you sigh confusedly.
as usual, there are only a few visitors in the store that you are really thankful for because that means you don't need to rush your purchase.
"so? let's decide."
you exhale heavily after thinking for a while. "fine, this one." you pointing at the deluxe version on his hand. he chuckles seeing your frustrated face. "i swear you'll regret it if you don't get the completed version."
"i know." you murmur and turn around to go to the cashier.
"nah, maybe i'll just look for the vintage." a familiar voice from the entrance resonate in your eardrums as goosebumps creep through your skin.
you turn your head to heeseung. "fuck." you mumble in despair.
you pull him to the nearest corner and let him towering over you in order to shield you from the most person you avoid on earth. why is he here anyway?
you hold your LP tightly in your hand while the other mindlessly grip on heeseung shirt beneath his jacket. your breathing slowly becomes irregular as anxiety takes over your body. you keep peeking through heeseung's body that you don't realize his gaze is no longer confused but rather unreadable.
his one arm resting on the shelf next to your face. his head tilts down to look you with the most confusing expression with a slightly open mouth.
"what?" you ask casually to cover your now double anxious state. he doesn't reply but you can see his jaw tightening.
"she got me a new turntable, bro. she's crazy."
"that's what i meant a lucky bastard, bro, what the fuck?"
you bite your inner lip. "help me, please? that was my ex–ew, no, not even my ex. and he's the least person i want to meet in the world."
"why?" he asks in a low tone, making you shiver.
"it's long story–well, he cheated on me, basically–but i don't care anymore, i just don't want to face him."
his face leans closer. "still can't move on?" he asks again. half teasing, half confirming.
you scoff, a little distracted by his scent. "w-what? no! why wo–fuck,"
you saw him in the hallway, just a few meters from you.
"what do you want me to do?" in contrast to you, heeseung still sounds so relax. you feel your head spinning just from the thought of probability of him saying something if he sees you there.
"anything as long as he can't see me," you meet his sharp eyes. "...please?" your legs begin to fidget in place.
"you sure just for him not to see you?"
you frown at him. is he reading your mind?
he brushes his finger on your cheek carefully. he knows exactly what you want him to do, he's just not sure if he can actually do it. he doesn't know if his body allows it.
"david bowie is on the back shelf, i guess."
"shit, heeseung, he's here!"
"relax, ma'am. you got me."
you tiptoe on your toes and reach for his shoulder. "c'mon, heeseung," you plead.
he runs his hands on your hips and slightly tilts his head to the side.
"oh my god, be more convincing!" you squeeze the hem of his jacket.
"you want me to do this?" he whispers angrily as his nose touches yours.
you went silent for a few seconds. him, the bastard you are avoiding is surely now at heeseung's back and is looking at you two. disgusted, maybe. but he's not moving at all.
beside that, you have never been this close with heeseung. his thumbs still caressing your cheek and you unconsciously lean in to his touch. his ragged breath fanning your lips as his eyes burning through your lips. you decide to exhanging gaze with his hazzy one. he looks so resigned and helpless which you know there's no way he can take an action from now.
"ay, it's on the back shelf, bro, c'mon, leave 'em alone."
"wait."
"fuck it, hee. i'm sorry," you grab his nape and press your lips into his. you don't move an inch, just let it brush for a moment until the bastard goes to the next hallway.
finally, you pull away and exhale the breath you didn't know you were holding. but heeseung is faster. he holds your back and pulls you back to him so impossibly close then put his lips back to yours.
he kisses you slowly yet so demanding, like he means it on every movement he does. his hands roaming from your back to your side then rests in your waist. his knit sweater makes you even warmer despite the heat that radiates from your body.
"i'm not gonna bring regret to my house, y/n." he whispers between his kisses, sending a shiver down your spine, then starts to kiss you deeper.
giving up on his touch, you wrapped your arms around his neck and brushing his nape lightly. the bastard you were avoiding has now disappeared in your memory as you try so hard to keep up with his absurd yet addicting tempo. you lightly pull his hair everytime he bites your lower lip.
an unwanted whine just slips out of your mouth as his lips trailing around your jaw then back to your lips. you squirm in your place noticing your body pressed between his body and the wooden shelf behind you before pulling away.
"you don't know what you're doing to me, do you?" he asks, panting.
you stare at him blankly. honestly, you do, sometimes.
"been trying to do that since forever," he admits. you chuckle. "don't be so dramatic, we're just started talking two weeks ago."
he still stare at you, not blinking. "so long since your smile always does it for me."
you stay silent.
"i don't know what you're exactly do but please stop what you're doing to me." he says, frustrated. "don't want your brother to go feral again, do you?"
you gulp hardly. "but i don't do anything." you decide to return his stare and bite your lip. "and heeseung, i'm afraid i can't control myself after this," you admit.
his jaw tightens, again. your words and the way you said it have his body become stiff and chest rumbling.
noticing his rigidness, you tiptoe and kiss his cheek before finally running to the cashier, making the boy grunts under his breath. "god, she's impossible."
taglist [open]: @llvrhee
can you PLEASE continue pity party?
UPDATE: here it is 😉
𝓽𝓲𝓷𝔂 thing | 𝓵𝓱𝓼
relationship is scary; what if your partner is too tall for you to kiss them?
“morning…?” you greeted confusedly at your boyfriend in your kitchen when you just freshly out of a shower.
“morning—you finished already?” his wide back still facing you, unbothered.
yesterday, he called and said he was gonna take you two to have brunch somewhere. but here he was, busy in your kitchen with sleeves rolled up to his firm elbow.
a chopping sound filled the room as you approached him. “aren’t we going somewhere, hee?”
he dropped his knife and spun quickly. “god, ’m sorry, i forgot to tell you. it's just… i watched some recipe videos last night and i think i’m going to try that out today…” his voice disappeared at the end. “is it okay…?”
you gasped. “seriously?” you were genuinely surprised. he was never show an interest in cooking before and preferred to just take a delivery or going out if you both were feeling it.
so today was the first time and you believed it will be written in history.
you glanced at his scattered groceries on the counter. “it is okay, boo. it's even better that you are one who cooks for me. wow.” you give him a wide smile then cupped his face.
he scratched his head, flustered when his favorite pet name came out. “we still could go if this fail, you know. i’m not sure either,”
you chuckled. “have some trust in yourself, can't you?” you tiptoed, tried to give him a peck on the lips but you kissed his chin instead.
you couldn’t reach his lips. that was a new fact for you too. you just realized he was always crouched down or the one who initiate a kiss. you almost hit your own head, couldn’t believe you missed such a crucial thing in your relationship.
he was laughing his ass off when he saw you pout and refused to see his face by hiding it on his chest, embarrassed.
still chuckling, he hugged you and rubbed your back, assuring. “it's okay, baby. it's cute.” actually, he also just noticed how your height just fell around his chest, not even his neck, not even his shoulder.
how could he not noticed his dear girlfriend is so tiny? well, he knew you were smaller than him, but he didn't know that you were basically tiny? even when he hugged you like now, your figure was completely disappear in his body. how could he not noticed that earlier? oh, maybe because he was too busy control his composure everytime he's around you, right?
“don’t mock me.” you mumbled.
“eh? i’m not? why do i have to mock about it? it's so cute, baby, trust me i love it.”
you narrowed your eyes at him. “i can't. you can be childish—”
“says a child—AW! baby, your pinches is someth—”
“but i’m not a child!” you sulked.
“okay, okay.” he grabbed both of your hands in his. “from now on, i’m going to love you like my own child, baby.” he kissed top of your head ran around the kitchen as you chased him.
he was glad he canceled the plans for brunch at a fancy restaurant he found a few days ago. otherwise, he wouldn’t been able to enjoy this stupid moment with you after a week of non-stop working. he was thankful your laugh could literally heal his mind and soul to stay sane.
the brunch he promised was still happened tho it would be more realistic to call it a lunch. thanks to him for always bring your height up every chance he got. don’t get it wrong tho, it wasn’t a bad thing. he loved it, he really did.
it gave him an instant ego boost whenever he noticed you need to looking up fully when you look into his eyes. even sometimes, it made him thinking about the other thing that might put him in an advantageous position.
you were still sat in your dining table when he suddenly towering you after doing the dishes.
you tilted your head with anticipation. “what?”
“nothing.” a smug smile appeared on his lips.
“still haven't giving up?” you asked then stood up on your chair. now you were the one towering him. “what now?”
he wrapped his arms in your waist. “it's nothing, really.”
you rested your hand on his shoulder and finally pecked his lips in a sudden move. you felt his arms tensed up in your waist.
“baby, that's dangerous, y'know.” he whined, his voice low.
you smirked. maybe you both have a same thought today.
taglist [open]: @llvrhee
Relationship is scary, what if your partner is not Lee Heeseung😆
you’re so REAL‼️‼️
𝓽𝓲𝓷𝔂 thing | 𝓵𝓱𝓼
relationship is scary; what if your partner is too tall for you to kiss them?
“morning…?” you greeted confusedly at your boyfriend in your kitchen when you just freshly out of a shower.
“morning—you finished already?” his wide back still facing you, unbothered.
yesterday, he called and said he was gonna take you two to have brunch somewhere. but here he was, busy in your kitchen with sleeves rolled up to his firm elbow.
a chopping sound filled the room as you approached him. “aren’t we going somewhere, hee?”
he dropped his knife and spun quickly. “god, ’m sorry, i forgot to tell you. it's just… i watched some recipe videos last night and i think i’m going to try that out today…” his voice disappeared at the end. “is it okay…?”
you gasped. “seriously?” you were genuinely surprised. he was never show an interest in cooking before and preferred to just take a delivery or going out if you both were feeling it.
so today was the first time and you believed it will be written in history.
you glanced at his scattered groceries on the counter. “it is okay, boo. it's even better that you are one who cooks for me. wow.” you give him a wide smile then cupped his face.
he scratched his head, flustered when his favorite pet name came out. “we still could go if this fail, you know. i’m not sure either,”
you chuckled. “have some trust in yourself, can't you?” you tiptoed, tried to give him a peck on the lips but you kissed his chin instead.
you couldn’t reach his lips. that was a new fact for you too. you just realized he was always crouched down or the one who initiate a kiss. you almost hit your own head, couldn’t believe you missed such a crucial thing in your relationship.
he was laughing his ass off when he saw you pout and refused to see his face by hiding it on his chest, embarrassed.
still chuckling, he hugged you and rubbed your back, assuring. “it's okay, baby. it's cute.” actually, he also just noticed how your height just fell around his chest, not even his neck, not even his shoulder.
how could he not noticed his dear girlfriend is so tiny? well, he knew you were smaller than him, but he didn't know that you were basically tiny? even when he hugged you like now, your figure was completely disappear in his body. how could he not noticed that earlier? oh, maybe because he was too busy control his composure everytime he's around you, right?
“don’t mock me.” you mumbled.
“eh? i’m not? why do i have to mock about it? it's so cute, baby, trust me i love it.”
you narrowed your eyes at him. “i can't. you can be childish—”
“says a child—AW! baby, your pinches is someth—”
“but i’m not a child!” you sulked.
“okay, okay.” he grabbed both of your hands in his. “from now on, i’m going to love you like my own child, baby.” he kissed top of your head ran around the kitchen as you chased him.
he was glad he canceled the plans for brunch at a fancy restaurant he found a few days ago. otherwise, he wouldn’t been able to enjoy this stupid moment with you after a week of non-stop working. he was thankful your laugh could literally heal his mind and soul to stay sane.
the brunch he promised was still happened tho it would be more realistic to call it a lunch. thanks to him for always bring your height up every chance he got. don’t get it wrong tho, it wasn’t a bad thing. he loved it, he really did.
it gave him an instant ego boost whenever he noticed you need to looking up fully when you look into his eyes. even sometimes, it made him thinking about the other thing that might put him in an advantageous position.
you were still sat in your dining table when he suddenly towering you after doing the dishes.
you tilted your head with anticipation. “what?”
“nothing.” a smug smile appeared on his lips.
“still haven't giving up?” you asked then stood up on your chair. now you were the one towering him. “what now?”
he wrapped his arms in your waist. “it's nothing, really.”
you rested your hand on his shoulder and finally pecked his lips in a sudden move. you felt his arms tensed up in your waist.
“baby, that's dangerous, y'know.” he whined, his voice low.
you smirked. maybe you both have a same thought today.
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𝓹𝓲𝓽𝔂 party | 𝓵𝓱𝓼
PAIRINGS: brotherbestfriend!heeseung x fem!reader CONTAINS: profanity, violence, mention of blood, skinship WC: 2,3k-ish
it is almost midnight and you're at jake's house. he's your brother's best friend, actually, and he threw a party for his two best friends who happened to be born on consecutive days. it is a big party. well, since you knew jake pretty well, you decided to come when he invited you a couple days ago.
you were hesitant at first, but when you asked your brother, jay, and he replied with, "why you suddenly wanna come? do you know what a party really is?" you felt heavily offended. so you shoot your shot and begged jay to let you come with him.
he finally agreed. well, you're 19 after all. your mom doesn't even nag that much again on you. you're aware of your responsibilities and know what your priorities are now. you definitely can go to a party.
"don't go out of my sight." your brother warned when you both arrived. then he opened the door, and you were welcomed with an unfamiliar scene in front of you.
you grabbed your brother's shirt subconsciously and almost regretted your decision right away. maybe, this thing is just not for you?
your eyes swept across every room you passed through, hoping there will be someone you know. half of the people are very familiar to you though you don't know them personally. some are just strangers and you don't have the guts to sit and blend in with them.
"hey, you came!" jake greeted you when you and jay finally found him with the other guys. they all have been your brother's best friend since high school but you only knew jake since he is the friendliest and nicest one. well, his face said so.
you fist-bumped him and sat right next to him and your brother for extra shield. for real, if there's someone you know other than them who offers to leave, you wouldn't think twice.
for the next ten minutes, you didn't move an inch in your seat while watching the guys greet here and there. like sunoo, he kept talking to random people from time to time and received a never ending hello from everyone. turns out your brother was right when he said that he's quite popular. you started to feel like a burden when realizing he is the only one that hasn't moved from his seat.
"you got someone to talk to?" he whispered, a little annoyed.
"you can go if you want."
"how can i?"
"don't mind me, jay. just do like you usually do."
he clicks his tongue. "you sure?"
you feel the cushion beneath you move as a weight just plopped onto it. "i'm here, don't worry," a voice interrupted before you could answer.
"really, bro? i really need to find him." your brother slowly got up. you frown, have no idea the 'him' he's referring to.
he pats your head a few times. "i need to go, kid. just stay with heeseung."
you clear your throat when it's finally just you and the stranger–named heeseung.
"first time?" he starts.
"what?"
"at a party."
you pause as you look into his eyes. is it so obvious?
you eventually hissed when he just followed the staring contest. "yeah."
"don't worry. i'm used to guide people at their first party,"
your body turns to him unconsciously. "really?"
"no." you give him the biggest side eye ever. they're no different to your brother, honestly.
he smirks at your face. your shy exterior with an expressive self behind intrigued him to keep the conversation afloat.
"heeseung," a girl greets him. wait, she seems so familiar.
"new girl—oh? are you an archery club new member?" she asks, eyes lit up. oh, right. she's your senior in the club.
"you're with heeseung?" she glances at him. you shook your head with a smile plastered on your mouth. "no. jay's my brother, so..."
she gasps. "come on, let's introduce you to the others." she held your hand and led you to the back yard.
you follow her with a slight panic but then you turn your head, heeseung is there, right behind you with both hands tucked in his pocket. you turn again. feel a wave of relief just washed over you.
the next thing you know, you already talk to a number of people. you occasionally look for heeseung's whereabouts. well, since your brother is nowhere to be found, you need him to stay in your sight or else you might sprint to the front door and ignore people around you. oh, that shouldn't happen because you are only a first-year and you need to make a few connections for the sake of your social life.
him, on the other side, never really pay attention to the convo he's having. he's keeping an eye on you in case something inconvenient happen and you need to get out of the crowd. he knows jay is having a serious matter right now so when he saw you the moment he's arrived, he was so perplexed.
he believed, you didn't know him at all, and he was right. but that doesn't apply vice versa. he knows you. i mean, how could he not know his best friend's sister? impossible. jay is always cautious about his family so he told all of his friends to not come near them. his bad hobby has nothing to do with his family at all, he said. so he feels responsible for you and dedicated to be by your side until jay comes back, at least.
"he won't let it slide, dude. you know him."
heeseung breathed out harshly. "relax, jay can handle it." he replies calmly and turns to you again. you exchange glances this time. your stare doesn't laden for help so he continues to talk with the guy in front of him.
"i bet."
then you hear the birthday boys, sunghoon and riki, just got dragged to the edge of the pool, making the room filled with cheers and shouts everywhere. your ears are ringing from the loud noise, but your laughter breaks when they finally manage to throw hoon and riki to the pool fully clothed.
"after what i just did for you, jungwon? so funny," riki laughs sarcastically then try to reach for jungwon's pants. the people suddenly take riki's side and push jungwon to the pool, making the cat look-alike boy shouts in the water.
you giggle seeing them bicker in the water right before everyone suddenly pushes each other. no, not because they are trying to drench their friends but it turns out to be jay that caused the chaos.
everyone started screaming when the sound of breaking glass was heard. then jay show up and just casually pushes a guy to the back yard with blood dripping from his knuckles. you swear on your parents name, you have never seen this side of him. he always the grumpy yet mature, calm, and collected brother. you've never imagining him throw someone to another so easily. 'jay' and 'fight' had never put in one sentence.
heeseung, from the other corner of the room, rushes to jay who is just a mere step from you and the people you previously talked to. "jay, c'mon,"
"attention, huh? enjoy it, fuckass! c'mon, get up. you haven't say nothing to them," ignoring heeseung in his back, jay kept closing the distance between him and the 'fuckass' guy. he can barely sit up after his head just hit the wall.
your shock stare still lingers on your brother and you can see heeseung keep whispering something to him. you don't know a thing about this. the situation even more tensed up when riki, sunghoon, and jungwon joined them. not giving a shit about their drenched body. jake and sunoo soon arrive out of the blue and stand in front of jay, preventing a possibility of their crazy guy going on a rampage again.
"jay, please, at least not in my house, silly," jake whines.
"hey, listen," jake carefully approaches the other guy who is now successfully standing up. "i don't know what do you want, but can—"
all of a sudden, he throws a vase near him to jake, starting a big chaos to avoid the broken glass.
"fuck you, not my mom's favorite vase!"
you still can't take your eyes off your brother while the crowds keep pushing your stiff body out of their way. you are drowning in your own thoughts realizing you're not completely know your brother. what kind of person is he really? and what matter he's fighting for? who is that guy he's competing with?
your mind was so full of unanswered questions when you felt a firm arm circling your waist from behind and throwing you both into the pool.
"what the f—" you stop when you see heeseung's concerned face and you notice the spot you were standing is now a mess, full of dirt and broken pots that were thrown.
you okay?" heeseung asks, a concern is evident in his tone.
you nod twice. that's all you can do. how can your first party be basically a disaster? made by your own brother?
there are a few people that aren't going away and you assume they are the fuckass' friends. they watch everyone left in the room without doing anything.
you wipe your face before turning back to heeseung. "let me take you home."
"without jay? please, no. i need to see him."
"not right now. he'll be okay."
you glare at him. your eyes become big and teary, threatening in the most soft way possible.
"i guarantee you he'll be fine and you can talk to him tomorrow."
you bite your lower lip as your gaze falls on jay again. "are you sure he is okay?" you ask.
"mhmm. he used to this,"
your neck never turns so fast. " what do you mean—"
"let's go." he swims to the pool coping. "your shirt is soaked," he pauses. "it's see-through."
you spontaneously lower your legs so your body is fully under the water and follow him to the edge.
"c'mon. i won't see." he offers his hand and stands so casually while you try to hide your bra underneath the white shirt. you scan the area before you jump out of the pool and find your brother is now gone. you let out a long exhale, they managed to break it up.
"do you wait for my help?"
you hear his voice again. you roll your eyes, "it's not like that!"
you follow heeseung inside with water still dripping from your clothes.
"you can wear this." he drapes a velvet blazer on your shoulder.
"whose blazer is this?" you ask as he searches for his new clothes in a wardrobe that you believe is jake's.
"mine. so make sure not to damage it." he says as he enters the bathroom to change.
you feel the cold air from the AC blowing on your skin, making you shiver and gritting your teeth. but searching for the AC remote is the last thing you want to do. your energy drained as the scene of your brother fighting playing in your head. it didn't make sense at all. your mom probably laughing if you tell her about this because what kind of bullshit are you talking about?
yes, jay is never the nerd, bookworm, or obsessed with study kind of kid. but as far as you know, he wasn't this type of person at all. when things started to turn?
heeseung comes out of the bathroom in the perfect timing, right before you let a tear fall from your eye.
"let's go." he walks past you to the garage, where his motorbike is parked.
"you ride this?" you ask in disbelief.
"we ride this,"
gosh, you could probably freeze to death.
"it's windy. gonna be so cold, maybe."
you roll your eyes. "i know."
he chuckles inside his full-face helmet. "just hold onto me."
your brow raised, but you're not saying anything while holding on tightly to his leather jacket.
"not my jacket, you'll disturb me driving." he scoffs. "like this," he lifts his jacket until there's enough space for your arms to slip underneath it.
you intertwine your finger right above his stomach. his body heat on your hand makes you feel better, maybe it's also the thick material of his jacket. you continue to rub your palm to his packs that are only covered by a thin fabric of his sleeveless tops.
"okay, let's go home." you say after finding comfort in his body.
he nearly jumped when your cold hands almost electrified him, but he still managed to start the engine and run his bike.
it's just the way your hands just won't stop moving somehow giving a thrill sensation to his body. the way your thumb so recklessly caresses his abs and your right cheek lean on his back with ease, almost causing him to go rabid.
like... how can you?
"still cold?" he asks. you nod on his back and tightens your hug.
"but it's fine. your body is warm." you add, not caring if he's listening or not. but the thing is, he heard you and it makes his body automatically melt into your touch. he grunts under his breath for being so weak to his best friend's sisters.
a few minutes later you both finally arrived at your house and there was a slight urge to not let go of his body.
"you definitely need to drive a car rather than this," you pout, complaining about your slightest inconvenience throughout the ride.
"i'd rather take a thank you than that,"
"oh, right. thank you," you sigh. "are you going back there?"
he nods and places his helmet on the gas tank to put his arms on it. "of course."
"b-be..." your words hang in the air. it's either because of your freezing lips or the nervousness that suddenly crashes to you.
he raised his eyebrows. "hmm?"
"be careful, then—and please make sure jay is okay. and get home safely."
your eyes watches as he presses his lips into a thin line. "okay."
oh wait, why is the desire to smooch it suddenly surged up?
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a/n: yes this is slightly inspired by a movie and YES I CRINGED A BIT WHEN I WROTE THIS BYEE
𝓽𝓲𝓷𝔂 thing | 𝓵𝓱𝓼
relationship is scary; what if your partner is too tall for you to kiss them?
“morning…?” you greeted confusedly at your boyfriend in your kitchen when you just freshly out of a shower.
“morning—you finished already?” his wide back still facing you, unbothered.
yesterday, he called and said he was gonna take you two to have brunch somewhere. but here he was, busy in your kitchen with sleeves rolled up to his firm elbow.
a chopping sound filled the room as you approached him. “aren’t we going somewhere, hee?”
he dropped his knife and spun quickly. “god, ’m sorry, i forgot to tell you. it's just… i watched some recipe videos last night and i think i’m going to try that out today…” his voice disappeared at the end. “is it okay…?”
you gasped. “seriously?” you were genuinely surprised. he was never show an interest in cooking before and preferred to just take a delivery or going out if you both were feeling it.
so today was the first time and you believed it will be written in history.
you glanced at his scattered groceries on the counter. “it is okay, boo. it's even better that you are one who cooks for me. wow.” you give him a wide smile then cupped his face.
he scratched his head, flustered when his favorite pet name came out. “we still could go if this fail, you know. i’m not sure either,”
you chuckled. “have some trust in yourself, can't you?” you tiptoed, tried to give him a peck on the lips but you kissed his chin instead.
you couldn’t reach his lips. that was a new fact for you too. you just realized he was always crouched down or the one who initiate a kiss. you almost hit your own head, couldn’t believe you missed such a crucial thing in your relationship.
he was laughing his ass off when he saw you pout and refused to see his face by hiding it on his chest, embarrassed.
still chuckling, he hugged you and rubbed your back, assuring. “it's okay, baby. it's cute.” actually, he also just noticed how your height just fell around his chest, not even his neck, not even his shoulder.
how could he not noticed his dear girlfriend is so tiny? well, he knew you were smaller than him, but he didn't know that you were basically tiny? even when he hugged you like now, your figure was completely disappear in his body. how could he not noticed that earlier? oh, maybe because he was too busy control his composure everytime he's around you, right?
“don’t mock me.” you mumbled.
“eh? i’m not? why do i have to mock about it? it's so cute, baby, trust me i love it.”
you narrowed your eyes at him. “i can't. you can be childish—”
“says a child—AW! baby, your pinches is someth—”
“but i’m not a child!” you sulked.
“okay, okay.” he grabbed both of your hands in his. “from now on, i’m going to love you like my own child, baby.” he kissed top of your head ran around the kitchen as you chased him.
he was glad he canceled the plans for brunch at a fancy restaurant he found a few days ago. otherwise, he wouldn’t been able to enjoy this stupid moment with you after a week of non-stop working. he was thankful your laugh could literally heal his mind and soul to stay sane.
the brunch he promised was still happened tho it would be more realistic to call it a lunch. thanks to him for always bring your height up every chance he got. don’t get it wrong tho, it wasn’t a bad thing. he loved it, he really did.
it gave him an instant ego boost whenever he noticed you need to looking up fully when you look into his eyes. even sometimes, it made him thinking about the other thing that might put him in an advantageous position.
you were still sat in your dining table when he suddenly towering you after doing the dishes.
you tilted your head with anticipation. “what?”
“nothing.” a smug smile appeared on his lips.
“still haven't giving up?” you asked then stood up on your chair. now you were the one towering him. “what now?”
he wrapped his arms in your waist. “it's nothing, really.”
you rested your hand on his shoulder and finally pecked his lips in a sudden move. you felt his arms tensed up in your waist.
“baby, that's dangerous, y'know.” he whined, his voice low.
you smirked. maybe you both have a same thought today.
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HERE YOU ARE, A HERO — SJY
♬—now playing: niki - anaheim
“no. don't say anything.” you step backward.
“why?”
“you know the answer, jake,”
he moved closer. “then say it to my face, y/n.”
“don’t make me start.”
“did we even start anything?”
“you know that's not what i meant,” you take a deep breath.
it's always like this. this kind of conversation isn't new to you and jake, actually. the thing between you two started two years ago, when you were in the worst state of mind and let him guide you through it. if only you could say it out loud, you would declare to the world that he is indeed your savior. the one and only sim jake.
it was all fun and games with him until you noticed there's something tucked away and trying to interfere with everything you've had. and no, you can’t accept it. you don’t deserve it.
he confesses to you a couple times and always wear heart on his sleeve. it’s not like you don’t like him, but it does burden you the most.
as it is today, the main topic of your argument was about the scholarship he got at his dream university. he always talked about it since it was the same uni his parents went to. he must continue the legacy, he said. it warms your heart hear him sharing his dream with his parents—sometimes, it does hurts too, but you know it just the grudge you've been holding for years.
but then, when you said you have no interest to take a master degree nor move in with him, he suddenly plans to decline it. he's going to ignore his dream just because you.
you laughed silently. like, how could you?
“i don’t understand, y/n. i truly don’t.”
you gulp a lump in your throat. “me either, jake.”
if you had a chance to change a thing in the world right now, it would be your feelings towards him. not about your broken family, not even about him that made you almost lose your mind. you would've chosen jake over everything, to love him the loudest.
“we can work it out, y/n, please. let me—”
“we can't.” you bowed your head down, unable to make a single eye contact with him anymore. it doesn’t usually like this. you used to be stoic about whatever you faced with him. you used to know how to divert the topic to a lighter one then run away from the real thing.
you swear with all of your life, you want to leave him behind and start a new chapter with jake like he always wanted. but you haven't had the work done. you have yet to learn to escape from his grip and let yourself live the way you want.
“i’m sorry.” you muttered.
you feel his body heat approaching you slowly. his shoulder shielding you from the sunset lights, making your toes try harder to grip the sand underneath.
you wish you could choose to die in this moment with him, with the orange hue illuminating half of his face, with the urge to kiss him goodbye.
“you're everything to me, jakey.”
“stop calling me that if it means nothing to you.”
“you mean the world.” he tilted your chin to look up at him.
“you always wanted to watch the sunset at this beach, didn't you?”
you nod twice. “yes.” with you.
“i always try to grant your wishes, right?”
you nod.
“i always treat you right, don’t i?”
you nod.
“so when things started to go wrong? i'd do anything for you, y/n.”
“there. exactly right there. i remember you told me you'd do anything, you'd kill for me. that was when it all went wrong.”
he was startled. “are you kidding me?”
“jake, i’m not done with myself,”
“i can be a company like i always do. we can stay like this.”
you groan out of frustration. “you don’t understand.”
he brought his face closer. “i don’t, so tell me.” he whispered with chattering teeth. eyes glued on your lips.
your breath hitched when he brushed his lips on your chapped one.
you let him. you surely, gladly, let him. in fact, he is the only person you allowed to cross your boundaries.
his touch does move your body, but not necessarily with something within you. sometimes all you want to do is hit your head on the nearest wall for being such an ungrateful idiot, while it is not like something you could easily control too.
a few seconds passed, he finally captured your lips perfectly in his. he kissed you slow, cupped your cheeks and tried pouring out all his feelings into it.
you return it with a steady tempo as your thumbs rubbed his neck lovingly. he really is your lifesaver, your everything. you couldn’t imagine these past year without him beside you. but it would be even more unimaginable if he stayed with you like this. wasting himself for a broken soul like you.
you don’t know when you will heal. you don’t even know if this can be healed, or do you even want it to be healed? you don’t know. but it's clear, he deserves everything and you don’t deserve him.
the wound your father left, the hole that person made in you, are the two most uncertain things in your life and you wouldn’t let jake go through the same thing just because he’s with you.
so, if a goodbye kiss was a real thing, that is what you were trying to do. because all you have with him is basically an endless loop and one of you really needs to stop it and that person should be you.
after a moment of heaven, he pulls away breathlessly. you grip the hem of his shirt and glanced at the polaroid of him smiling you took previously. you may keep that one.
you stare into his sparkly eyes. if only he knew what's inside your mind, it would be so easy. so you decide to return to the main topic that was previously forgotten, “i'll think about moving,” —by lying.
he beams. “god, are you serious?”
“but don’t expect too much,” you smile bitterly.
he shook his head. “no, thank you.” he said as he lifted you up and hugged you tightly.
you ruffled his hair. “you have to take it no matter what my decision is. don’t me mind me, puppy.”
“nonsense. i’ll always consider you in everything.”
well, he is definitely going to hate you.
a/n: just thinking about something new and here it is… hope you like it… bc im not sure either…
𝓫est in pink | 𝓷𝓻𝓴
relationship is scary; what if your partner's favorite color is the one you dislike the most?
“i have something for you!” you shouted as you closed your boyfriend's apartment door.
riki's attention quickly turned to you, ignoring the game on his tv. “baby? you're back?”
you rushed to him with a bright smile plastered on your lips. “open it!” you placed the paper bag beside him.
his eyes filled with anticipation as he tried to hide his smile. you just reunited with your friends and you still think of him? it's so sweet, he thought.
he cleared his throat then leaned on the sofa, tried to act nonchalant. “what is it?”
“just open it!”
he giggled at your excited voice and finally opened the small bag on his lap.
“TA-DA!” you clapped loudly when he pulled out a matching pink scarf you just bought. “it is so cute, right? we're matching!”
he glanced at his dark colored stuff belongings scattered on the table before let out a genuine laugh. what a contrast. “babe!”
“what?”
“it is so… you.”
“i know.”
“then maybe you can take both of 'em.”
“no, thank you. i won't wear it unless you do.”
“what—why?”
“i won't let my boyfriend miss the chance to look good in pink, you know?” a playful smirk appeared at the end of your words.
once again, riki's laughs filled the room.
“wait, theres more.” you grabbed the bag and put your hand in. “you ready?”
still with a wide smile, he nodded and looked at you intently.
“BA-BAM!” you yelled as you pulled out a two identical knitted coaster, of course, it was pink.
“babe?” this time, it sounded like a whine.
“why? you don’t like it? i made this!”
“you serious when you said you're going to make this place looks pink, aren’t you?”
you nodded confidently. “i am.”
he pulled you closer and side hug you in one quick move. both if your hands resting on his shoulder.
“thank you. i love 'em. well, it's not really my color but i do really love them.”
you pinched his cheek. “it is your color, silly, admit it. you look better in pink than me.”
“not valid because you still look this good after being out all day.”
“maybe that's just my face? not because the pink clothes?” you replied sarcastically, inviting a loud giggle from him.
“ah, your friend don't know that their friend is practically a narcissist, right?” he came closer and placed his chin on your shoulder while now back hugged you.
you smirked. “and your friend probably won't ever know that their cool friend is actually clingy and look best in pink, right?”
he tickled your belly playfully. well, even though pink is his least favorite color, how can he resist when his dear girlfriend wants him to wear it? especially when she made it herself, right?
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[11:34pm]
—t/w: angst, mention of death and alcohol
watching someone slowly lose themselves is probably the last thing you would ask for.
it's been an hour since you noticed jay was in the same room as you. knowing his true nature while watching him hitting on random girls at a bar like this makes your heart ache. this wasn't him at all.
having sudden mind reading power, you knew he was still grieving on his ex—who also your sister—unexpected death. because so were you. that's why you ended up at this bar alone on a weekday night.
from not too far away, you saw him gradually closing the gap between him and the poor girl. they were kissing mindlessly. she even held him so tight, without any sign of wanting to let go soon.
his messy slicked back hair was still as beautiful as ever. you always praised him for his looks and fashion choices since you used to see him around your house almost everyday. but tonight, seeing him with his collar sticking out, rolled up sleeve, and smirk plastered on his lips was really something. it was new to you.
you turned around and chugged your drink. you just realized losing someone could cause a huge impact like this.
a moment later, you overhear him, “can i call you her name?”
you turned. your heart almost sank then you see her palm going so fast to slap him with all her guts.
he froze before standing up. he nodded a few times as a sign that he understood the situation—without a significant change in his expression. “okay, okay.” he said, raising both hands.
so he walked in your direction.
you turned to face the bar, pretended to be busy ordering a new drink with the bartender.
“a whisky, please,” he ordered, taking a seat next to you. you held your breath when his perfume hit your nose, bringing back memories you didn't want to remember.
“hi?” he greeted, like nothing just happened to him a few seconds ago.
“hi?” you replied with the same tone.
“eh? you do really look like her.” his hazy eyes stared at you deeply. you watched him place his head on the bar.
he scoffed. “sorry, maybe it's the hallucination again.” he laughed, probably for expecting another slap.
but you laughed with him, for silently wanting to hug him while he didn't recognize you.
“you still refuse to believe we've lost her.” you mumbled, head bowed weakly so he didn't hear you.
“are you okay?” he asked.
you glanced, only to met his eagle eyes.
“i'm not.”
“ah, c'mon. let's have some fun then.” he stood up and offer his hand for you to take.
you looked up at him. “'m sorry?”
“dance with me.”
you bit your inner lip, contemplating the nice offer before finishing your newly-served drink. you thought you just need to be as drunk as him to do this.
“okay.” you held his rough hand to let him led you to the dance floor.
you were melted with the background music for a moment and let your body moved the way they want it. jay, on the other hand, busy to maintained his eyes at yours. his hand wandered around your back before finally took its place on your waist.
“aren't your head spinning?” oh, you used to ask your sister that question too. you held your sweated fist tightly.
he smiled. “a little.” he paused. “where did you know that?”
you frowned, feeling the palpitation in your chest. “uh?”
“the 'head spinning' question. how do you know?”
“is that something i supposed to know? it's just you look so wasted? i don't know, just wondering,”
he lets out a soft chuckle, “thank you. that's make me feel better,”
your knees almost lost its strength.
“do i know you?” he asked again.
“no, you don't.”
“but you do really sound like her.”
“am i?”
“…can i ask you something?”
you nodded hesitantly.
“can i call you her name?”
a single tear dropped from your eye.
“yes.”
you swore you never seen him with this wide smile before.
a/n: sorry if this too angsty. its inspired by a song <iykyk> and i barely awake when i wrote this so please bear with me ><
𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐍, 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐌𝐄 | 𝐏𝐉𝐒
relationship is scary; what if your partner's room temperature doesn't match yours?
“babe?” jay's head peeked through the door gap.
“hi,” you smiled and plopped your phone on the mattress. “you're back!”
“oh, my god it's freezing,” your boyfriend winced as he set foot in his room.
he glared at you. “did you change the temperature?”
“it's so hot outside, jay.” you whined, his back facing you as he rushed to change his clothes. “and come on, 18 degrees is nothing.”
“nothing?!” he shouted playfully as the cold breeze brushed against his bare back.
you giggled watching him rushing to the bathroom to clean himself first. you knew after he came back, he would not letting himself out of the bed when you're beside him, so he needed to make sure he's ready (to sleep and cuddle for the rest of the day).
but as much as he wants you to spend time with him in his room, he couldn’t stand your gelidness. he just doesn't understand how could one needs to be cold all the time? and sleep in shiver? absolutely no.
“god, it is worse,” you heard him opened the door and his damp face instantly became stiff as the cold air greeted him.
you purse your lips together, holding your laugh at his frustration.
“can we change it?” he asked, pouting.
“what?”
“the temperature.”
you looked at him dearly. it was his room after all, and he had all the rights to do anything, yet he still cares about your own preference.
“hmm… how high?”
“25?”
“too warm!”
“it's normal!”
“okay, 19?”
“is that so different to you?”
you laughed at his sarcasm tone that started to pop up. oh, you love messing around with your boyfriend. he was too cute and he denied it which made him even cuter.
“20 then?”
“fine.” he sighed and gave in at 20.
you moved a bit and opened the blanket so he could fill the space. “c'mere.”
he obeyed and lied beside you just to see you back scrolling your screen again.
“babe, seriously?”
“hm?”
“i'm freezing because of you.”
you glanced. “and?”
“can you please hold me? it's very rare to see me at this hour in my room, you know?”
you chuckled and turned off your phone. “i know.” you brushed his hair. “so you wanna cuddle?”
his gaze remained flat at you and he didn't move an inch under the blanket.
you scrunched your nose, “come here, you grumpy baby,” you said, reaching his neck and pulling him closer to you.
“i’m joking, baby. i’m beyond happy we could have time like this.” you admitted while ruffling his hair.
“mmm i need to get rid of that annoying side of you.” he mumbled to your neck.
“me? annoying?”
“just admit it.”
“okay, okay, i’m sorry.” you held him tighter and kissed his cheek.
his hand mindlessly pulled up your shirt to rub your bare waist.
“you have your lunch, right?”
he nodded on your neck.
“vitamins?”
he nodded again.
“good boy.” you squeezed his cheek.
“stop playing with my cheeks.”
“it's the cuteness aggression, sorry.”
he bit your neck causing a loud gasp out of your mouth. “you're cuter, baby.”
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࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟthinking about drinkingbuddy!heeseung…
you meet him more late at night than in the daylight. when those rare times happen, there's always a friend or two that follows him around. a bright smile never leaves his lips, he laughs with his pals and nods momentarily when your gaze meets at random locations such as the campus' lakeside or bike shelters as a hello.
you mostly see him at a party or a night out at a local pub with a friend who also happens to be his friend's girlfriend.
it’s been months since you’ve shared a table with him in a pub or even club. your friend is always with her boyfriend, meaning you don't have any other choice but to blend in with these popular guys.
you don't hate partying or meeting new people. but there's something about being around him that makes you uncomfortable. perhaps it's because of the way your heart constantly beats faster when his mouth moves a single muscle. though you're not interested in having a crush with the campus’ it boy who's also one of your best drinking mates.
you don’t act clumsy around him, not anymore. furthermore, he always keeps an eye on you if you’re getting too drunk to function, helps you to get out of the crowded area, or even drives you home when necessary.
he is always respectful and has never said that he minded about it at all. a good friend, right? since you hang out with him and his friends, you’ve felt safe doing anything you want. especially when you really need to get shit out of your head, become completely wasted, and get hammered.
he asked you to dance with him and his friends last week while your girlfriend was busy with her makeout session. it could be strange if you deny his welcome hand, right? so you agreed to spend the night with him while the other lads were busy with their random new girls. it happened last week, yet your hand still remembers his touch on your wrist.
deep down, you have no problem hanging out with new people to support your girlfriend's new relationship–well, her boyfriend appears to be a lovely guy–but it isn't just about that. it’s more about the unnecessary crush which blossoms at heeseung.
you surely know you can’t have him. you tried to instill that in your head. he has never been with anyone. he belongs to everyone.
but sometimes, while having a good laugh with everyone at the table, you may prefer to die rather than simply be his friend.
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