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one shot : part two // lee heeseung

summary: heeseung is seoul national university's star basketball player and the boy of every girls dreams... all except for y/n. the school's yearbook photographer had never been fond of the school's so called "hot shot." so when she's forced to photograph the most important game of the year she's less than thrilled. he will be there, and that's a very big problem when you're actively avoiding the guy. after everything comes crashing down (literally) will he finally have a chance to redeem himself?

genre: athlete!heeseung x photographer!reader, sports romance, college romance, light angst, slow burn, enemies to ?? (leehan, jake, & ni-ki are mentioned)

warnings: intended lowercase, mentions of mental hospital, skinship, alcohol, college party, kissing, slight angst? (let me know if I missed anything)

a/n: get ready because part 2 is a lot longer than the first part :3 hopefully the wait was worth it. we worked really hard on this one, enjoy !! <3

a few hours had passed since heeseung invited y/n to his party, and she was seriously considering checking herself into a mental hospital.

the scene replayed in her mind…

“because i’ll be there.”

“… yeah, sure, okay… i’ll go.”

what was she thinking?! she couldn’t believe that she’d agreed to go to heeseung’s party, and yet she found herself making her way to the boys dorms.

y/n didn’t even like the guy, yet every worst case scenario forced its way into her mind consuming all her thoughts. she’d never been to a college party before, making every step unfamiliar.

the faint smell of cologne and muffled laughter grew closer as her journey came to an end. her arms instinctively wrapping around her torso, as if to anchor herself.

y/n silently prayed that the outfit she chose fit the occasion; a burgundy top that hung off of her shoulders, baggy jeans, and silver jewellery adorning her skin.

the music gently pumping from inside the dorm made her pause in her tracks. deep breaths. before reaching for the handle, she noticed one of heeseung’s teammates leaning against the wall.

his head down, a few strands of hair falling over his face as he endorsed himself in his phone. feeling her stare, he glanced up meeting her gaze.

leehan.

“oh, hey leehan, I didn’t mean to interrupt.” y/n awkwardly scanned the hall, a light flush painting her cheeks. small talk wasn’t exactly something that came easy to her. not like the point and shoot of her camera.

“hey y/n!” a warm smile spread across his face, “heeseung mentioned inviting you but I didn’t think you’d actually show.”

“I didn’t exactly take you as the party type either” y/n shared a teasing smile back.

“i’m usually not, but according to heeseung it’s a ‘mandatory’ team activity… whatever that means.”

“there’s no shame in ditching…. right?!”

“that wouldn’t make me a very good wing man now would it?”

y/n cleared her throat, ignoring his previous statement.

“well uhm… since we both don’t want to be here, should we go in together?”

leehan nodded once, stuffing his phone in the back pocket of his jeans.

tilting his head slightly towards the door, y/n followed behind as they made there way towards the door marked 1009.

(Jealous Type - Doja Cat)

♪♫ Boy, let me know if this is careless, I ♪♫

college students were littered across the dorm, indulging in snacks and good conversation. heeseung could throw a party for sure, no surprise there.

♪♫ Could be torn between two roads that I just can’t decide ♪♫

she spotted a few familiar faces as they stepped through the threshold and into the crowded room.

jake was seemingly in his element, his cheeks flushed as a neighbouring girl filled his cup with god knows what.

♪♫ Which one is leading me to hell or paradise? ♪♫

“you don’t party often, do you?” leehan shoots y/n a side glance, a subtle but curious smile on his pretty face.

y/n feels heat rushing to her face and almost sinks into her shoulders.

♪♫ Baby, I can’t hurt you, sure, but i’m the jealous type ♪♫

“is it that obvious?”

leehan nods with an amused smirk.

“loosen up a little and it won’t be.” he chuckles and gives her shoulders a gentle squeeze.

heeseung’s pov

“isn’t that y/n?” ni-ki nudges heeseung and points over to the front door.

his head snaps in that direction. his senses amplifying at the mention of her name.

he’s a mixture of guilt and relief.

guilt from the absence of a camera that was once situated in her hands, but relief because she actually showed up.

his eyes rake over her outfit, unfamiliar with seeing her out of uniform. the burgundy shirt complimented her skin, and he couldn’t help but notice the colour matched his hair. coincidence?

“are you going to talk to her or what?”

he glances over at ni-ki with a shrug having not planned for the scenario where she actually turned up.

a guy steps behind y/n and his eyes make their way back over to her.

leehan.

did they come here together? why?

they’re a giggling mess as leehan gives her shoulders a soft squeeze.

what were they talking about?

leehan locks eyes with him and waves cheerfully. a knot ties itself in his chest as he focuses on the girl next to him.

is she avoiding my gaze?

leehan leans down whispering something in her ear, then makes his way over to the boys.

heeseung glances around for y/n, but she disappears into the sea of people. his disappointment is made apparent, especially as ni-ki points it out.

“you’ll bump into her later, no stress.” he reassures him in a lower tone before leehan approaches.

♪♫ i’m the jealous type ♪♫

y/n’s shoulders tensed at his touch with an anxious smile, so clearly out of her element. his fingers lightly pressing against her skin, anchoring her in place.

it was a friendly reminder that she wasn’t alone.

as she scanned the room she paused on a familiar sight. a noticeably tall guy with a pair of eyes you’d never miss - and the red hair.

heeseung.

it was strange - she didn’t feel her usual sense of animosity towards him. her expression softened taking in the black tank top that hugged his athletic figure, almost disregarding the whispering in her ear.

“you’re staring” leehan raised an eyebrow with a knowing smile.

y/n seemed to choke on her spit immediately averting her gaze as leehan made his way over to his teammates with a chuckle.

she couldn’t believe he had caught her gawking over him like one of his obsessed fangirls; something completely unlike her usual self.

the music continued to blare through the dorm as y/n weaved her way through the crowd.

it genuinely felt like navigating the sea with the way people swayed and danced to the rhythm.

she was being pushed and pulled in every direction, and the thought of never finding a way out of the crowd worried her.

y/n felt her whole body relax as she settled at the makeshift bar. all she wanted was to slump down onto one of these chairs and wait this party out.

“yo, y/n!” a familiar voice called. there was no denying that australian accent.

“jake!” her cheery expression came to a halt as she took in his state.

flushed honey skin, with his chestnut bangs hanging over his eyes. he was usually full of smiles, but whatever was in that fruit punch was amplifying this quirk of his.

“you should try this punch … it’s so good. I could chug this whole thing.”

y/n smiles wearily at the tipsy australian man and she shakes her head.

“i think i’m good on drinks tonight.”

“no, here. try some.” he gently pushes a red cup towards her.

before it could reach her, a gentle hand takes the cup off of the table. the two of them glance up to find heeseung.

looking between the two of them, his brows furrow at the sight of a clearly inebriated jake.

“she’s drinking with me, don’t worry.” heeseung smiles and giving y/n a side glance.

jake nods with a friendly smile.

“perfect… i’m sure you’ll help her loosen up!” he’s called back into the crowd and the two are left alone. the tension in the air so thick you could cut it with a knife.

“i’m drinking with you tonight?” she asks, taken aback.

“don’t be silly, I was clearly helping you.”

“and what if I wanted to drink tonight?”

heeseung’s eyes flitter to hers, furrowing his eyebrows as he reaches over to grab something on his side of the table.

cool metal is placed onto her lap, leaving y/n flinching a little at the feeling. a can of soda rests against her legs and she shoots heeseung a frustrated glance.

“what’s this??”

“your drink.” he smiles.

while the crowd was having the time of their lives, an observant ni-ki had been keeping an eye on the pair.

as if he’d been strategically waiting for the perfect moment, he yells,

“anyone down to play spin the bottle?”

y/n and heeseung make brief eye contact before immediately looking away; his face almost identical to the color of his hair.

he clears his throat, “so um, should we-“

cutting him off, she abruptly stands from her chair, “yeah uh- sure.”

the students form somewhat of a circle in the center of the dorm.

“so, who wants to go first?” ni-ki glances around and pretends not to notice a few people raising their hands and shouting “me! me!”

“no one? okay! i’ll go first.” he gently nudges heeseung and sends him a cheeky smile.

the glass bottle twirls on the wooden floor, everyone leaning forward eagerly awaiting the first victim.

slowing to a halt, the bottle lands on a girl y/n recognizes from her photography class.

her shiny black hair blanketing her shoulders as she looks around the crowd sheepishly awaiting the public humiliation ritual.

ni-ki makes his way to the uneasy girl, extending his hand with a thoughtful smile. she hesitantly accepts, standing with the confident boy.

he peers into her eyes, a look questioning if she was comfortable with the situation, the girl responding with a delicate nod.

slowly leaning in ni-ki positioned them so she wouldn’t be in the crowds direct line of sight. pressing a gentle kiss to her lips and pulling away almost immediately.

the room erupts in excitement and the pair shyly take their spots in the circle.

a few more rounds go by, and y/n was honestly glad the bottle hadn’t landed on her. she wanted to be at home more than anything, which was obvious with the way she’d continuously glance at the clock.

she watches as the second hand on the clock passes 12.

phew, another minute.

a collective gasp snaps her back into reality.

did the bottle stop spinning?

she feels eyes on her as she stares at the neck of the bottle. her eyes hesitantly move down to find out who she was kissing.

she gets up to his torso before she has to look away. she knew exactly who was wearing that black tank top.

she looks back to meet his gaze. the room was loud, but suddenly he looked painfully aware of only her.

the room naturally falls silent as they inch closer to the centre of the circle. it’s like everyone was collectively holding their breaths.

their faces resting inches apart, and nervous eyes meeting every few seconds.

“we don’t have to do this.” he whispers sincerely.

his words brush softly against her lips, causing her to shiver. his gaze was even gentler up close, pupils enlarged and lips separated. she could see the freckle on his forehead so clearly, almost breaking her poker face with how cute it looked.

his eyes rest on hers expectantly, waiting for the green light. the choice was in her hands, but how did he feel?

she lurches forward a little testing the waters. she deserved to play a little after everything.

he intakes a breath and his eyes immediately drop to her lips. there was no denying the soft pink spreading across his cheeks.

heeseung was so different from his usual sweet demeanour. he almost looked… starved.

“are we doing this..?” he whispers, his need for consent hanging in the air.

the crowd around them wait impatiently, yelling for them to kiss already. ni-ki shoots fiery glances at all of them.

y/n feels herself nodding. it was just a silly, cliché game after all.

right?

his eyes almost light up at the sight, and he relaxes. a strand of hair is gently tucked behind her ear as they move in slowly.

their lips graze gently at first, like treading on unfamiliar ground; a ghost of a touch. y/n felt herself melting into the kiss, which made no sense.

y/n didn’t like heeseung.

as the moment went on, the kiss threatened to deepen. but this was only a game, and these feelings made no sense. she pulls away suddenly, flushed. confusion lingering in the air.

heeseung stares at her, face equally flushed. the crowd erupting with cheers, ni-ki giggling with jake on the sidelines. the pair continue to stare at one another.

it felt as though only they understood the significance of this kiss and how deep this moment truly was.

the more they looked into each others eyes, the less this felt like a mere game.

the game continues for a little while longer. y/n finds herself playing eye tag with bambi boy, who nervously looks away whenever they stare for too long.

she suddenly becomes aware of her nervous, dry throat and is in need of water. leaving the circle she makes her way to the kitchen, which was cool and quiet in comparison to the rest of the dorm room.

taking a second to catch her breath she spots leehan leaning against the counter. a playful grin spreading across his face, eyes turning crescents at the sight of her.

“that what some kiss, huh?”

her eyes widened at the comment, shooting over to slap a hand over his mouth.

“i’m not sure what you’re talking about… you must have me confused with someone else.”

her eyes darted around the room praying no one else heard the wavy-haired boy’s targeted comment.

leehan grasped her hand, prying it off his mouth, “oh I see, you’re in denial. well, my lips are sealed. scouts honor.” he salutes, y/n unamused.

“i’m not in denial.”

“you clearly are.”

“it was just an average kiss, nothing special.”

“y/n, you’re blushing.”

she pauses, mouth agape before regaining composure. slowly taking a few steps back, she plucked a water bottle from the cooler before slinking away.

y/n takes three steps past the threshold, open water bottle in hand when she suddenly collides into someone.

the water spills, drenching the front of their shirt.

crap.

“oh my god, i’m so sorr-“ she glances up and sees an amused heeseung. her words catch in her throat as their eyes meet for what felt like the hundredth time.

of course, it just had to be him.

“what? are you taking back your apology now knowing it’s me?”

y/n purses her lips and averting her gaze towards the front door, where other students slowly make their way out. it was getting late, perhaps that’s why she was extra clumsy right now. after all, she hadn’t had a single drink.

heeseung lowers his head slightly, moving back into her view, eyebrows raised expectantly.

“what? … no! you just… startled me.”

he laughs softly glancing down at his damp tank top. the water causing the fabric to cling to his skin more than it already had been. luckily the shirt was black. y/n didn’t think she could’ve stomached the alternative scenario.

“it’s only water, no biggie.” y/n relaxes as he shoots her a reassuring smile.

his expression quickly changes to one of playful concern, “were you planning on leaving without saying goodbye?”

y/n scoffs and looks the other way, causing him to move his head back into her view once more.

“are we on hello and goodbye terms now?” she chuckles jokingly, but there was an ounce of curiosity pulsing through her veins.

heeseung shrugs, smiling at her. The smile itself was fleeting, but the affection lingering in his eyes stayed long after.

“well… after that kiss-“ y/n stops him with a hand clasped over his mouth. it’s gently pried off with his own.

“can we not mention that to anyone?”

“everyone saw it happen.” he teases.

“heeseung, i’m serious.” his expression quickly changes and he nods. the longer she stares into his eyes, the more she could see the subtle disappointment gleaming in them.

“sure.. yeah, not a word.” he replies softly, ruffling his crimson hair.

the end of their conversation was nearing as she walked closer to the door. y/n almost makes it to the exit before a gentle hand grabs onto her wrist.

“y/n…” his voice calls gently.

nervousness was written all over him, but she loved how easy he was to read.

“why are we pretending the kiss didn’t happen?”

the silence was deafening.

the dorm room was now empty, all except for the students helping clean up. they were too endorsed in conversation about the crazy night they just had.

heeseung waits patiently, letting her wrist fall back to her side.

“heeseung… that kiss… it didn’t mean anything.” she swallows a painful lump in her throat. “we’re nothing.”

he seems expressionless for a little while, lost in thought. eyebrows furrowing, forehead creasing, hands fidgeting with the hem of his damp tank top.

“I was just curious.” he chuckles.

y/n glances at him when he does so. she’s never heard him chuckle like that before, it almost sounded… forced.

“it was just some stupid game.” she murmurs.

mustering up a smile and turning towards the doorframe, she waits for his reaction.

nothing. he’s lost in thought.

y/n slips through the door, taking that as his response. the lump in her throat beginning to hurt.

what’s going on with me?

heeseung turns back to the team; leehan pursing his lips and ni-ki frowning slightly. they’d witnessed the whole scene.

bambi boy shrugs and smiles.

“it was just a silly game.”

a/n: finally part two !! we hope you like the second edition to our series “one shot.”

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one shot // lee heeseung

summary: heeseung is seoul national university’s star basketball player and the boy of every girls dreams… all except for y/n. the school’s yearbook photographer had never been fond of the school’s so called “hot shot.” so when she’s forced to photograph the most important game of the year she’s less than thrilled. he will be there, and that’s a very big problem when you’re actively avoiding the guy. after everything comes crashing down (literally) will he finally have a chance to redeem himself?

genre: athlete!heeseung x photographer!reader, sports romance, college romance, light angst, slow burn, enemies to ?? (leehan & jake are mentioned)

warnings: intended lowercase, shattered object mentioned

a/n: we started writing this a few days before the news about heeseung was released and have now finally finished it. while many of us are having a hard time coping with the current situation, we hope this story brings you comfort <3

the SNU boys basketball team made a swift entrance onto the court, each step a high pitched squeak against the hardwood floor. the captain — his red hair a stark contrast to the navy uniform — was first on the court.

skin like porcelain and a smile that shone just as bright. a soft jawline and a nose that would offend Michelangelo. his gaze fawn-like, but that innocence leaving whenever he stepped foot on a court. he always entered a room with confidence and charisma; many envied him for how natural it looked on him.

to everyone else heeseung was a promising star with whispers of his bright future a subject on everyone’s mind. he was a celebrity to the nearby highschool teams and legend to the elementary kids.

y/n was an entirely different story. finding him rather arrogant and obnoxious, she often avoided him at all costs. if it was up to her she wouldn’t be at the game in the first place — but to her dismay it was a requirement as the school’s yearbook photographer. her luck clearly nonexistent.

setting up near the bleachers was already a task in itself. one of the team players, jake — notoriously known for being rather carefree and friendly, maybe a little too friendly at times — was a magnet towards her camera. the amount of times she had to shoo him away and remind him that he wasn’t getting his solo shot yet… she could only sigh while reminiscing.

“c’mon, just one shot?” jake posed in front of the camera, basketball at his hip. a sigh escapes her and his hand is swatted away as he reaches for the camera.

already struggling with her close quarters to heeseung, she figured it couldn’t get any worse — but it really… really… could.

in one fleeting moment — her life flashing before her eyes, the bright orange orb came crashing down right on her (very expensive) canon camera. the scene she had managed to avoid all this time finally a reality. only jake wasn’t the culprit.

it was far worse. heeseung, himself.

their gazes locked from across the court like predator and prey. the movement in the court stilled for what felt like eternity, and the silence hurt her ears.

heeseung dashed towards y/n, a sheepish look on his face and guilt rising in his chest.

y/n on the other hand was about ready to make heeseung resemble her shattered camera on the floor.

“hey watch it!!” she hissed, her eyes narrowing.

cautiously taking another step towards her, his voice cracked —

“y/n i’m so sorr-“

“or is that not something you ‘celebrities’ do.” she cut him off without realizing.

the color drained from his already porcelain skin.

“you don’t get a free pass to be a jerk just because you think you’re some hot shot.”

as if the silence couldn’t get any louder. jake glances around awkwardly before returning the ball to heeseung, who was frozen in place.

y/n doesn’t avert her gaze from his blank face. burning holes into it.

“you think i’m a jer— ack!” Another player bumps into him with a toothy grin.

“she thinks you’re some hot shot, heeseung.” he can only muster up a small smile before looking back at her. his face falls as he notices the absence of the mess, and the absence of her.

“y/n!” he calls out, but her steps were as firm as steel, and even he couldn’t reach its boiling point to melt her resolve.

heeseung had only taken a few steps before he was stopped in his tracks. leehan — the “oddball” of the team — quickly reached for the back of the boy’s jersey, gently tugging him backwards.

“I don’t want to interrupt your lovers quarrel, but we have a game to win.”

“ah right… the game.” he joins leehan and jake on the court with his head low. usually, he would be able to switch between his two personas with ease. he knew when a moment called for seriousness, which was whenever he pulled a jersey over his head.

but not this time.

his mind recalls the moment her face fell, her eyes losing any sign of life and the tenseness in her shoulders. the way her gaze bore onto the mess that was once a camera, as if she was watching all of the captured memories disappear like trees in a forest fire.

resuming the game was the last thing he wanted to do. he’d much rather clear the air and formally apologize, but he had a responsibility to his team and right now that came first.

“pass me the ball.”

half an hour had passed since the incident. y/n wasn’t quite sure how long the game had gone on, when it ended, or who won — though she didn’t really care.

after fleeing the scene, y/n found herself in the student media room holding the remnants of what was once her most prized possession. as much as she wished it could be repaired, she knew there was no hope. the camera refused to turn on and if by some miracle it did, the lens was completely shattered. it was beyond salvation.

aside from the fact that her camera was ruined, she had also failed to photograph the most important game of the year. “nice one y/n” she thought to herself.

the door of the media room opened just as fast as her camera fell to the floor.

y/n glanced up towards the sound, seeing a panting heeseung leaning against the door-frame.

red hair falling gently over his eyes, which were filled with relief and worry. she swore she could almost hear his heart pounding against his chest as he stepped forward while clearing his throat.

adjusting his jersey as he struggles to catch his breath,

“I knew you’d… be in here.”

he glances off to the side for a brief moment. his body language was a math equation, and she had always been hopeless at math.

her eyebrows furrow at his words, but she doesn’t care to ask. not while her life’s work lay crumpled in her hands. the scene replaying in her mind, filling her with rage once more.

“well i didn’t know you were such a terrible shot.”

heeseung is almost taken aback by her words, like the air had been blown out of his lungs.

“hey. cut me some slack, okay? i was wearing the wrong contacts today.”

y/n scoffs and gestures towards her camera, which was in pieces.

“wrong contacts? so your careless mistake was the cause of me losing my life’s work?”

it nearly drove her insane that he wasn’t taking her attitude the wrong way. he had the patience of a saint.

he can’t help but laugh a little, but he quickly quiets down when he doesn’t see her poker face budge.

he’s lost in thought for a while until his soft eyes light up.

“look… i’m really sorry about your camera. it was truly an accident.”

silence.

“y/n?”

she bites her lip slightly in annoyance, afraid she’d explode if she opened her mouth.

“hey. let me make it up to you, okay? come to my party tonight.”

her face feigns indifference, but it could be a good distraction…? he looks at her with hopeful eyes, hanging onto her every word like a lifeline.

“do you think i have a death wish or something?”

he chuckles and just shakes his head.

“you’ll be safe, i promise.”

she sets her camera parts down and brushes her skirt with her palms.

his eyes follow her every movement. there was a softness in his gaze that lingered, like words left unsaid.

“so i’m just supposed to trust you? how can you be so sure?” y/n huffs out with her arms crossed.

he smiles with a shrug, hiding behind doe-eyed innocence.

“because i’ll be there.”

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