Promiscuous- LHS (M)
Part 4
Pairing: Street Racer!Heeseung X Female Reader
Genre: Angst, Smut (Dom!Heeseung, Fingering Fem!recieving, Heavy make out), Ex Lovers to lovers
Chapter Word Count: 7.2k
Series Synopsis: Dragged to an illegal race with your roommate, you come in contact with an ex from high school. Deciding to give your relationship one more chance you’re met with the challenges of having to deal with not one, but three baby mothers, three children, and multiple run ins with the police every week. Will you stay, or is your relationship doomed to be nothing more than another mistake?
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You sit there quietly, tuning out the constant sorrowful voices of your friends as they shoot you looks of pity. Everything around you seems to move at 0.25 speed while your mind is racing at an uncomfortable 100 mph.
“Are you okay now?” Sunoo cautions as he reaches over to pat your shoulder timidly, clearly desensitized from the severity of the moment.
“Does she look like she's okay, Sunoo? She's clearly not good.” Hana fires back.
“She looks fine to me?” Sunoo replies, gesturing towards you sitting there with a disheveled look on your face and a bottle in each hand.
“We talked about this. You can't do that, it's bad for you.” Beomgyu lectures, reaching for the bottles you now have cuddled into your chest. Grumbling an almost inaudible, “I don't care,” you turn away from him with a swift jerk of your shoulder trying to keep him from taking it away to which he sighs, giving up.
“I hate men,” you groan.
“I'm gonna beat his ass” Hana sneers. Just as she was about to take another large gulp from her drink it was snatched from her hand. A very concerned Yeonjun stands behind her, dangling the stolen bottle above her head before also grabbing the bright red cup from your hand. “That's enough for tonight, okay?”
“Take it, I don't need any more,” she fakes a pout and places the other bottle between the two of you into her boyfriend’s outstretched hand.
“Speak for yourself.” You sink back into your chair, upset and cold from the winter air, and now bottleless (the worst of the three). Head dizzy from all the events of the night, you rest your head on the back of your seat and try to drift off in hopes that you could leave soon.
Silence overtakes the seating area for a few moments. Everyone is more concerned with not disrupting the delicate state you're currently in. Even Beomgyu, who you are sure has many comments regarding Heeseung. He was currently holding his tongue for your sake. He instead thought it would be more beneficial to just hold your hand while you stare at the night sky.
For a moment you almost fell asleep. It was quiet as the racers were far from making their rounds and finishing the race. Even the spectators seem to have taken notice of the rather calm environment. The typical rowdy crowd sat idle as they waited for the cars to pull back in. It felt nice at that moment. The eye of the hurricane. Right before the storm.
Your head shoots up from the back of your chair as the cars round the corner. As the familiar vehicles come into view you try your hardest not to look at the racers that you almost miss, a very shaken up Sofia as she makes her way towards you with a look of confusion on her perfectly made-up face.
“You’re still here?” She questions, smoothing her wrinkled skirt down. You pay no mind to her, unlike Hana who angrily jerks her head in her direction causing the young woman to flinch. Noticing your roommate’s sudden movements, Beomgyu steps in, becoming the voice of reason, mumbling a quick, “Not right now please.”
Ignoring him, Sofia directs her attention at you once more. “I feel sorry for you Y/N. I know Heeseung's not what you expected him to be. It's almost as if he's changed in the past -what? Five years?”
“Oh fuck off,” you hiss.
Your eyes widen at your sudden outburst as do everyone’s around you. You know that if you hadn't drunk so much you would have bit your tongue and let Hana go for her. It feels good to stand up for yourself. You know that under different circumstances Hana would hype you up. She would be telling you how proud she is of you. However, that temporary happiness was not enough to overpower the ache in your chest or the pounding of your head.
Sofia clicks her tongue, annoyed with your presence. It's evident she expected you would be gone by now. “I'm gonna ignore that outburst because I know you're drunk. I'm just surprised you're still here. If I were you I would have started running for the hills right about now. Honest to God.”
“Yeah, but instead of ‘running for the hills’ you opened your legs for your best friend’s boyfriend huh?” Hana taunts.
Her comments catch you all off guard. You gasp for air as Beomgyu choked on his water and Sunoo sat in shock with his hand clutched over his chest. You watched as Sofia stood there unphased by your best friend’s unneeded comments. Her unbothered state both worries and scares you. Had you been in her position you probably would have been bawling your eyes out, “Hana please stop. This is unnecessa-.”
“I'm not surprised you haven't run for the hills. Seeing how you are, you probably ran that girl Aurora out of town.” Hana scoffs. For the first time since you had met Sofia, she looks as if she was a stricken puppy at the mention of her ex-best friend. Her expression quickly changes to that of a hostile glare in a matter of seconds.
Noticing the change in the atmosphere and Sofia’s mood you grab your roommate’s hand and encourage her to back down. “Hana stop. Please.”
Hana was once again in a headspace where she knew how to do nothing but throw insults at Sofia, something she had become accustomed to doing when she met her a while back. However, this time she isn't spewing negative comments to combat her incessant annoying behavior. Hana was speaking out of pure hatred.
“I am not responsible for anything Aurora does, she's a grown woman,” Sofia snaps. “And still, I don't know why she's so torn up,” she retorts, gesturing towards you. “This has nothing to do with her in the first place. If you don’t like the situation then just do us all a favor and leave. It's hard enough as is. So what if he has kids?”
You sigh. The kids were never the issue, and for her to assume they are a problem in your eyes is just insulting. “It's not tha-,” Before you get the chance to defend yourself here comes Superwoman to take the words out of your mouth and express your sentiments for you.
“Please. You think she's upset that he has kids? She doesn't give a damn if he has kids, It's the fact that he kept that shit a secret.” Hana fumes. On the rare occasions that she does get like this, it’s hard to get her to back down. “If Heeseung was a real man he would have told her by now instead of allowing her to find out from other people when shit gets bad,” she continues.
The problem at hand seems more to be an issue between the two women before you exchanging insults rather than between you and your secretive ex-boyfriend.
The arguing continued, “Like I said, this doesn't even concern her. She's not even with him and she's over there crying and sniffling like a little bitch.”
“Bitch you’re testing my patience.” Hana's hands shake as she restrains herself from pouncing on a smirking Sofia. You spring into action immediately, placing your cold hand on her shoulder. Hana stops once she notices your eye glistening with tears that threaten to fall.
Hana was the stronger one in the friendship, she can take criticism and negative comments well. You, however, would break down in tears if someone so much as calls you out of your name. It takes everything in you to hold yourself together as Sofia continues to do so, but she's not wrong. This isn't your fight. It's never going to be your fight if you don't allow it to be.
“She's right. Let's just go home, okay?”
“Y/N,” her chest rises and falls with rapid breaths as she lowers her voice to speak to you.
“It's not worth all the yelling,” you plead. “Can we please just go!”
Your best friend's eyes widen at your tone. “Are you just gonna let her disrespect you like this?”
Yes, you are. You’d rather be home right now, wishing you had never gone out of your comfort zone and accepted Hana’s offer to meet her boyfriend that first night. “I don't care, this is none of my business and I shouldn't have come here in the first place. It was a mistake and I’m tired.”
“You don't wanna stay and talk to Heeseung?” Beomgyu pipes up and you immediately shake your head ‘no.’
“I don't know if I have the heart to do that right now,” you rub your raw eyes, the weather finally getting to you as you discard Heeseung's jacket that had sat on your shoulders earlier.
“Stop, you're going to freeze your ass off.” Beomgyu pleads and you roll your eyes as he grabs the blanket from his bag and throws it over your shivering frame before continuing, “I think it might be for the best if you talk to Heeseung. You know what happened with Taehyun?”
At the mention of his name you tensed. Taehyun. The man you try so hard to push to the back of your mind and avoid in all conversations. The only person who could take your mood from bad to worse.
Beomgyu flinches as Hana's hand comes in contact with the back of his head. He gives her a quick glare before being subject to her harsh words, “Don't bring him up right now asshat.” Only to be interrupted by a loud crashing noise and a pained scream from across the way.
“What the fuck Jihye!” Sofia screeches as she runs over to where the disruption came from. You all watch as Milly tries to calm down a very frantic Jihye while Kai attempts to remove the hammer from her hand. Heeseung sits just a few feet away on the ground clutching the right side of his face in his hand. Blood gushes from his nose as Sunghoon inspects the wrench thrown at him.
Jay runs past you to the ice chest in the corner and swears to himself once he realizes he has nothing to put the ice inside, before settling for an old grocery bag that was thrown on the ground earlier.
Too much was happening at once for you to process. You have no idea where to focus until the sound of Jihye’s curses echo throughout the night air once again as she yells something along the lines of, “Be glad I didn't throw the goddamn hammer at him.”
Startled, your eyes shoot up and towards a visibly startled Jihye and an injured Heeseung, who was presumably knocked to the ground. Hana grabs your hand subconsciously and leads you closer to the drama, completely mesmerized, as for the first time in a while she isn't one of the ones that are participating in the screaming match.
“Look, I’m sure he was going to tell her, it probably just hadn't come up yet.” Jake raises his hand in defense as he tries reassuring his fuming girlfriend, much to her displeasure.
“You're so full of shit Heeseung,” she paused. “This is exactly why you can't ever keep a woman.”
“Watch it.” Sunghoon scolds as he throws down the towel that was once in his trembling hand as he prepares himself to lecture the young woman about her previous words and her infidelity. It was something he often brought up against her anytime the two would get into an argument about Heeseung.
Jihye drew nearer, laughing sarcastically at his attempt to defend Heeseung. “Hey, Park. Say something intelligent for once before you try to be anyone’s voice of reason.”
“You two! That's enough!” Kai retorts, looking between her boyfriend and best friend as they stare each other down.
“No, I’m sick and tired of you all coddling this grown-ass man every time he does something wrong. He fucked up. He doesn't get to sit around and sulk like he’s not the problem.” Jihye protests, pointing towards the man who had not said one word and letting his friends fight for him. Not once had he attempted to look at you.
The yelling continues for a while as Jihye airs out all of her grievances towards Heeseung. After a while, no one tries to stop her as she goes on about how Heeseung is a grown man and it was his responsibility to tell you.
At the mention of your name, everyone seems to remember that you are still here. The sudden shift of attention startles you. Multiple pairs of sorrowful eyes stare at you, almost as if they were looking at a child who had just fallen off their bike. The kind of look you hate. Looks of pity. Why are they looking at you? Can't they look at something else?
You cowered into Hana’s side. Taking notice of your uncomfortable state, Hana takes Heeseung's jacket from between your arms and tosses it in his direction. “Are you ready to go back to the apartment?” she asks sweetly. You nod, too embarrassed to speak.
“BABY! THROW ME MY CAR KEYS, WE’RE GETTING THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!” Hana yells, taking your hand and dragging you in the direction of the parking lot as Beomgyu follows close behind in an attempt to shield you from watchful eyes.
The brutal night wind and the already harsh temperatures mixed with your best friend’s determined strides towards her car cause you to wrap your arms around yourself. You really wish you had kept that jacket on. It’s times like these when you wish you had listened to your mother’s lectures about dressing for the weather. Nevertheless, you’ve always been hard-headed.
Once you three reach Hana’s busted vehicle, you silently rejoice and throw yourself in the back seat. Needless to say, you’re ready for the night to come to an end. The thought of the warm embrace of your freshly washed sheets cloud your mind with temporary bliss. Then you remember where you are and how you want to be anywhere but here.
“You know… after a few seconds of deliberation I’ve decided I’m gonna become a nun” you blurt out. “I have no luck with men and it’s not my fault. It’s theirs, so therefore they cannot have me. Simple solution.”
Your roommates give each other a look of concern at your ramblings. Under the looks of disquieted, forced smiles they were holding back their laughter at your foolish behavior. Had this conversation been under different circumstances they would have let you know how stupid you’re being.
Your roommates were no strangers to your heartbroken state. They were there when you found out the cute boy from your speech class only flirted with you to get your notes. They consoled you when the barista from your favorite cafe gave you a fake number after you worked up the courage to ask him out. The both of them even skipped their lectures for a day when you ran back to the apartment in tears because you swore you ran into your goddamn ex.
There’s a moment of silence before Beomgyu speaks up with caution. “If that’s what you want, then I’ll become a nun with you.”
Hana rolls her eyes at the young man’s words and attempts to start her car, “Don’t be ridiculous” she starts “You don’t qualif- Shit” Hana mumbles and you and Beomgyu groan already knowing the reason behind her swearing.
“Hana just throw this piece of shit away already” you groan. “The damn car is basically a fossil at this point.”
“Don’t talk to her like that. She’ll hear you and break down for good. Is that what you want Y/N?”
“Yes” you mumble, crossing your arms over your chest.
“No” Beomgyu interrupts, glaring between the two of you. “We just want you to get a better car.”
“Do you have ‘get a better car’ money? No? Didn't think so.”
You and Hana typically don't argue but there are very few things that will spark a disagreement between the two of you. Her car being the main one.
You think it's a safety hazard. Hana thinks you're a hypocrite because you are in her words “a walking safety hazard” for many reasons that you cannot disclose at the moment. However, you should be grateful she drives the three of you places.
“This car literally holds a piece of my soul” Hana mumbles, fidgeting with anything she can to bring life back to her pride and joy. She inevitably gives up and reaches for her phone to call for assistance.
“You’re Voldemort?” Beomgyu gasps and you swat his shoulder. “Don’t say his name! Hana is this car a Horcrux?”
Hana becomes visibly annoyed with you two. You figure that by the way she pulls two tylenols out of her bag. Her sour mood does not last as she notices your mind is off of Heeseung. “I don’t even know what the hell that is. Y’all are some fucking nerds.”
The car fills with laughter that night as you try to explain to your oblivious roommate what a horcrux is. She immediately clocks out of the conversation once you mention that it's a concept from Harry Potter.
She hates Harry Potter and made that clear from the moment you all became roommates. She even went as far as to add ‘No Harry Potter around me’ to your house rules list along with Beomgyu’s ‘No more betting on Ru Paul’s Drag Race’ and Your ‘No reality dating/marriage shows on the weekdays ’ rules.
Almost an hour passes and there's still no sign of Yeonjun. The cars already started to filter out of the parking lot one by one until it's just Hana's car and the cars of the other racers and their girlfriends.
At the moment you can barely see out of the windows due to the weather and your roommate's lack of cleanliness. The few figures outside start to look more and more like smudges. You shiver at the lack of heat in the car, silently wishing you had brought your own jacket.
“How is it possible that it’s even colder in this death box than outside?” you question, craning your neck in an attempt to try and see something outside. There is no way in hell you’re going to roll down that window though. You aren't that damn crazy.
Beomgyu nods his head in agreement. “You might be right Y/N. Hana, breathe so I can get some heat.”
“Bitch I do not have hot breath!” she yells, shaking the car in the process. The two continue to pick and tease at eachother, throwing insult after insult until two familiar figures make their way towards the car.
“Wait… I see something” Hana perks up and manually rolls down her window to reveal her boyfriend with the one person who's presence you didn't need. You throw the thin blanket over your head and lay across the back in a sad attempt at camouflaging yourself in with the interior.
Hana narrows her eyes at the sight before her and Beomgyu puts on a barely threatening scowl as they approach.
“Why’d you bring him here” she questions. Her unamused tone doing a terrible job at masking her annoyance with the man trailing her boyfriend.
Yeonjun throws his hands up in defense before giving his signature shrug “I was followed.”
“Can I talk to Y/N?” Heeseung asks quietly, trying his best to avoid the death glare from Beomgyu.
“She left. Y/N will be in contact with you within the next 5 or so days” Hana replies. Heeseung however, does not buy it for a second as he jerks his head in the direction of to where you are terribly disguised under the blanket at the back of the car.
“That's a dead body,” Beomgyu replies coldly.
“Y/N/N” Heeseung calls out calmly. “Can we please talk?”
His calm voice almost makes you break. Had this been another day, you would have folded easily. You stay silent, refusing to uncover your head an meet his gaze until he mumbles a soft “please.”
You take a deep breath and clear your throat before speaking, barely trusting your own voice not to betray you. “I don't think that's the best idea right now.”
You lower your blanket from over your head and you instantly regret removing it. Your heart breaks all over again at the sight of him. He looks at you with softening eyes as if you would break under any other gaze. This look is familiar to you. A look of pity. A look you despise.
“Y/N, please” he says under his breath. “I need to clear some things up.”
“Fine” you answer begrudgingly.
Wrapping the blanket around your shoulders, you brace yourself for the hell outside of your roommate's slightly less freezing car. You huff as you fail to find the door handle in the dark when Beomgyu slightly tugs on your arm from the front seat. “You don't have to do anything you don’t want to. You know tha-”
“It's okay” you interrupt. “I'm sure of this.”
You flash a reassuring half smile at your roommate before bracing the cold weather and facing the man who started this all. “We can talk, as long as you take me home.”
Despite Heeseung winning his race a few hours prior, the mood is anything but that of which a celebration would entail. Putting aside all the much-needed reassurance from your friends you couldn't help but feel like Heeseung didn't trust you.
Why else would he have hidden such vital information from you? Does he not trust you? Maybe you had misunderstood his advances; he must not have intended on keeping you around for long. To be fair, you didn't have luck with most men you used to associate yourself with in the past.
He keeps his eyes straight ahead on the road, refusing to meet your intense inspection of his face. You stare at him for what feels like hours? The bandage on
his cheek barely covers the newly formed bruise that is sure to worsen over the next few days.
“Heeseung,” you mutter, barely above a whisper. You decide it’s better to get answers than to sit in silence for another car ride. “You said you wanted to talk, so talk please.”
The man before you runs a hand through his hair and sighs. He pauses for a second before responding hesitantly. “I don't know where to start.”
Your eyes narrow at his response. It takes everything in you not to scream. Your patience is running thinner and thinner by the second.
“Why didn't you tell me about your kids? Let's start there first” You shoot back angrily. You wince at your own harsh tone, not having used it in a while.
“I didn't know how you’d react” he pauses, recollecting his thoughts. “I can clearly see that this is affecting you negatively.”
You let out a heavy sigh, leaning back in your seat. “I'm not mad that you have kids, if that’s what you're thinking. I just wish you would have told me when we went out on that date. Hell. I wish I didn't have to find all this out from Sunoo.”
“Would it have changed your mind about me? Honestly?”
“No, it wouldn't have” you retort. “I just feel like this is something I should know. You don’t know how stupid I looked out there, everyone just assumed I knew, Heeseung.”
“I know. I’m really sorry about that. I promise I won't hide anything from you anymore. Okay?”
An uncomfortable silence fills the car as he waits for your answer. You ultimately decide to give him the benefit of the doubt and trust that he won't hide anything else that drastic from you. At least for now.
“Okay,” you breathe out. “But I still have questions that I would like answered” you pause for a moment. “About Aurora.”
Heeseung visibly tenses at your words. He knew he was going to have to talk about her with you eventually, but he preferred it to happen later, rather than right now. “What about her?”
“What are you gonna do now that she's back in town?” you ask calmly, you only continue when you see him unclench his jaw. “Sunoo told me about her. What are you gonna do if she stays? Will you let your son meet h-”
“No” he interrupts abruptly. Heeseung has his hands planted on the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white from the pressure he applies.
"Why not?" you ask him cautiously.
Heeseung doesn't answer, eyes focused on the road before him. Your heart feels as though it's fallen to your stomach. The car drives on silently until the atmosphere is unbearable. “Heeseung?"
"Because, I said so. That's why" he defends. “He's been fine without her. She made her decision when she left him on my doorstep with a fucking note!” His voice booms throughout the vehicle.
The car falls into an awkward silence once more. You can't find your voice. You glance over at Heeseung, not wanting him to feel like he's getting interrogated, but when he avoids your gaze and fidgets with the steering wheel your stomach turns.
“I'm sorry for overstepping. I had no business prying. It’s none of my business” you say suddenly, breaking the silence.
You look away in embarrassment, hiding your eyes from him. "I shouldn't have pried like that,” you mumble. “I’m sorry Hee.”
“Don't be sorry," he sighs. “It's a complicated situation. I just don't want to see her again. Not right now at least.”
You grab his free hand and run your fingers over the backside calmly. You need to learn how to let things go when you don't get a definite answer, something your parents often lectured you about in earlier years. “I understand. I won't ask again.”
“I'm sorry for yelling, but don't feel like you can't ask me about anything." Heeseung takes your hand and places a soft kiss on the back. “I'm gonna have to be more open with you from now on if we're want to make this work”
Taking in everything that's happening you almost miss his sudden implications. Your face heats up ferociously when you come to and realize what he said.
“Meaning?" you ask gently. "You want this to go somewhere?"
Heeseung replies with a lopsided grin and turns to face you, “Do you? You seem unsure” he asks hesitantly.
The world around you tilts in a way that makes you dizzy, but you guess it's a good kind of dizzy. You know you've got to say something, anything, otherwise you won't be able to move past the shock of his words.
You take a deep breath before speaking. “No. I'm sure I want this. If I came across as unsure I can assure you that I am not. I talked about this with my roommates and they think you're an amazing guy and encouraged me to go out with you, not like I had any doubts or anything it's just that I got really nervous and I didn't want to fuck this up because I still really like yo-”
You realize you're rambling when Heeseung chuckles lightly at your sudden frazzled state. You made a bad habit of talking fast whenever you're nervous.
"I still like you too Y/N" Heeseung says . His voice is soft and calm, but the genuine, reassuring smile on his face says he definitely shares your sentiments. "I'm not gonna pressure you to answer me right now, but would you consider giving me another chance?"
You don't quite understand, but you can feel the overwhelming need to say yes. Heeseung gives you another knowing smile as you stare at him incredulously.
“Hell yes."
If someone had told you a month ago that you’d be back together with one of your high school exes Your first reaction would be to hesitantly ask “which one?” Then you’d simply tell them they were insane, but here you are. With Heeseung. Your coats are already discarded on the floor and the rest of your clothes are soon to follow.
“How long do we have before your roommates get back?” He whispers against your lips. Your breath hitches as he carefully backs you into the wall, refusing to break contact for even a second. His icy cold hands move to your waist, gently ghosting under your shirt. A stark contrast to the frantic open-mouthed kisses he starts to trail down your neck.
“About an hour, maybe two if we're lucky.”
His hands trail from under your shirt to the curve of your ass, giving it a light squeeze, causing a small gasp to fall from your lips. Almost instinctively your hands find his hair and grip the black strands tightly. He groans at the contact and you wince, worried you hurt him.
“Sorry. I got too excited” you mumble. He grins at your hurried apology, earning a confused look from you.
“Don't apologize. You can pull harder if you want.” You could feel yourself becoming lightheaded at his comment. Eyes widening at his boldness.
Taking advantage of the moment, he drops down to his knees, his eyes never leaving yours as his hands slide to the top of your pants. You look away, the moment becoming too intense for even you.
He fiddles with your buttons with one hand and grabs your hand with the other. While he waits for you to meet his gaze again he rubs circles on the backside of your hand. His small gestures bring your attention back to him. This time his eyes are softer. Did you frighten him?
“Do you want this Y/N?” he asks softly and you nod.
He shakes his head worriedly. “I need you to use your words baby.”
“Y-yes. I want it.”
At your confirmation, he removes your bottoms in one swift motion and helps you step out of them. As your clothes fall to the floor he runs his hands over your body. Gliding along his hands along your hips, tracing the line of your hip bone up to your thigh.
You let out a short gasp as he pushes your undergarment to the side and slides one finger along your slit. “So wet for me already” he murmurs.
You can feel yourself growing wetter as his finger traces circles on your clit. The sensation this time around is more intense than you expected.
You let out another short gasp. You grab ahold of his shoulders, digging your nails into his shirt as he traced circles on your pussy.
“Good baby?” He questions cockily, this time moving a finger inside of you. It starts off slowly and then speeds up as he moves his finger deeper inside of you.
You can feel yourself quickly starting to fall apart. Your body starts to tremble from the intensity of it all. If not for Heeseung holding you up, you're sure you could slide down the wall at any moment.
“Hee. I-I need you to slow down” you gasp. He bites his bottom lip as he watches you in fascination, proud of the effect he has on you.
He smirks at your confession. “Slower huh?" He continues moving his finger in and out of you, stopping just before you reach your peak. You whine quietly when he removes his fingers from you.
You are about to protest, but stop once he gets up and removes his shirt quickly and makes his way over to you again. Within seconds you are pressed up against the wall again. He lifts you up easily, making it much easier for you to wrap your legs around him.
He kisses you intensely as he presses his clothed bottom half against your exposed skin, making you whine out at the feeling. You kiss him back with no hesitation, his tongue invading your mouth and makes you crave for more.
“Wait” you yelp suddenly, pulling away from your boyfriend's lips. You swear you can hear moving coming from upstairs. For a moment you turn your head to the source of what you assume to be someone else in the apartment. “Did you hear that?”
“I didn't hear anything baby” he breathes out and turns his head to look where your attention is now directed.
“Y/N? Is that you” A familiar voice calls from your room upstairs. Heeseung looks at you questioningly. He recognizes the voice too but he can’t put his finger on it.
Your eyes widen at the realization that it’s your mom. She isn't supposed to arrive for another week.
“Fuck, get up.” Panic sets in at the thought of your mom seeing you in such a compromising position with one of the boys you swore to her you wanted nothing more to do with. You scramble to try and fix yours as well as Heeseung’s disheveled states “Mom? Is that you?”
“I arrived about an hour ago. Didn't you get my texts” she calls out. Her voice approaches as you seriously debate shoving Heeseung in the coat closet next to you.
“Um…I didn't actually check my phone!”
Your mom rounds the corner while glancing down at her phone, unaware of the events that occurred before she reached you. “Well I wasn't sure because you weren't answering and I had to use the key under the mat. That is not a good place to keep i- oh hello.”
“Mom,” you paused. “You remember Heeseung right?”
Heeseung extends his hand to shake your mother’s hand but she pulls him into a hug instead. “Look at you. I haven't seen you in years. You got so tall, how have you been honey? As a matter of fact I saw your mother the other day at the grocery store.” Your mom rambles on, barely allowing Heeseung to get a word in, but instead stands there while smiling awkwardly.
“Mom.”
“Yes, honey bunches,” hums, “oh right. I'll be in your room. It was nice seeing you again Heeseung.”
You watch as she whirls around and makes her way back to your room. For the third time tonight you feel another headache coming. “I'm sorry I didn't know she was coming over tonight.”
“It's okay. I always enjoy seeing familiar faces” he claims in a lighthearted attempt to quell the awkward atmosphere. It kinda works somehow.
“Stop being so pleasant all the time.”
“I can't help it. I'm very likable.” He flashes you a quick smile and your knees go weak. Damn you Heeseung. “I should probably get going.”
You nod in agreement, looking over at the clock in the corner and realizing it's almost 2 in the morning. “Yeah. It is pretty late.” As much as you didn't want him to leave, he probably has to go pick up his kids.
Kids... Plural... That's wild.
“I'll text you tomorrow, okay?”
You nod curtly as he carefully leans down and presses a chaste kiss to your forehead. “Goodnight baby.”
“Drive safe. Text me when you make it home” you call out as you watch him disappear down your hall. You wince at your volume, making a mental note to apologize to any neighbors you may have just waken up at a later hour.
You let out a sigh and slide down the door behind you, replaying the events from earlier tonight. From the thrown wrench to just recently being cock blocked in your own apartment. You sit for a moment before your mother comes to sit beside you, laying her head on your shoulder and sighing. “Sweetheart. You do know that boy has a child right?”
“Yes mom, I am very much aware.”
“Okay, just making sure you know” she smiles, patting your knee twice. “Let's go to bed.”
“You aren't gonna tell me to leave him alone or anything like that” you question timidly.
“Honey, if that was any reason to leave someone you wouldn't be here today.”
She isn't lying. Your mother met your father just a year after your older sister was born. Her mother wasn't too happy about your mother coming into the picture and playing house with her ex and child. Luckily for your mother your sister’s mother was still not as vicious as Sofia is towards you. “You just have to watch out for the mother. That’s where things get tricky. You know your sister’s mother was never my biggest fan.”
“There's three” you proclaim sharply. “There's nothing wrong with that but dang. Three.”
“I don't believe you.”
“Im serious mama, there's three of ‘em. He has three kids and they all have different mothers” you explain, carefully articulating your words.
“And you were just about to give him a fourth before I came downstairs.”
“Mom! Please” you yell, covering your ears. “Can we not talk about that? I beg.” You do not want to have this talk with your mother again. It was traumatizing enough the first time you had to talk about the subject with her. She had educational flash cards and a terribly long video narrated by Howie Mandel.
“I'm sorry, I’m just teasing” she chuckles, motioning for you to continue towards the stairs so she can get to bed. “So he's ‘for the streets’ as Future would say?”
“Mom…” you pause, almost tripping on your way up before continuing up the stairs. “Future’s for the streets himself but that's not the point.”
“I don't know how to help you with this one. Maybe this will be a learning experience to tell your daughter about when she comes home with a man that has 4 kids,” you mother speaks up, walking over to the side of the bed you preferred to sleep on..
Your throat goes dry. Yet another topic you wish to avoid. Kids of your own. “You know that I don't want kids, mom.” The mere thought of yourself being pregnant scares you terribly. Many young adults your age don't want kids right now. But you don't want any. You're terrified. The fear, however, is far from irrational.
“Then why would you go out with a man that has three kids” she questions, tossing your neatly organized throw pillows off of your bed. This would typically make you angry, but you are more focused on the conversation at hand.
“I don't dislike kids, I love them. I'm just scared of what could happen if I had kids.” Tears start to well in your eyes at the thought of you being solely responsible for someone else's life. The thought of your brother you never got to hold. The memories of your mother lying in that hospital bed, barely moving. Something you surely are not ready for.
“Come here” she pats the spot on the bed for you to join her. You reluctantly sit and rest your head in her lap. “You can't live your entire life in fear. What happened was terrible, bu-”
“He would have been 18 by now mom.” Quiet tears rolled down your cheeks at the thought of that night. You and your sister even picked out a name for him just days before he was gone. “You almost didn't leave that room alive. So many bad things happened.”
“I know, honey.” Your mother’s soft hand grazes your cheek as she gently wipes the stray tears from your cold skin. Her actions are typically calming, but you felt hollow as you stared blankly at the grey accent wall before you.
“What if that happened to me” you ask, your voice barely abova a whisper. “I couldn't live with myself.”
“Please don’t worry about that right now, the odds of you having a miscarriage at your age are really low.”
“But it's not impossible” you interject. “I don't want that. I don’t even know if I could handle that.”
“I respect your decision honey, I just don't want you to regret it when you're 60 and wishing you had a kid of your own.
“I guess you're right” you shrug. “For once.”
Clutching her hand over her chest your mom gasps dramatically and you burst out laughing at her reaction. Your mom takes the opportunity to smack your forehead jokingly. You two joke around for a moment before the conversation turns serious once more.“You know I would be miserable without you? You are my first daughter after all.”
“Oh please” you chuckle. “You’d still have another child. Plus you always said I made your life a living hell growing up.” The two of you would often argue over trivial issues like curfew, what clothes you were allowed to wear, and everything else under the sun. You think at one point you made it your life's mission to push every last one of her buttons to see how long it would take until she kicked you out.
“And I stand by that, I love your sister like she's my own, but no matter how many times we argued or fought when you were a teenager I still love you to death. There’s no one I would have rather gone head to head against in an argument about a curfew than you. Because whether you like it or not, you're half me. Now go change, you're not sleeping in your outside clothes.”
You roll your eyes, making your way to your dresser to pull out some pajamas when a realization hits you. “I think I'm too young to be talking about kids right now.”
“You’re never too young Y/N. I mean, just look at Heeseung. He's repopulating the Earth.”
“Mama” you groan, throwing your head in your hands. She's gonna talk about this the whole time she's here.
Your mom throws her hands up in defense,“I’m just saying that you should be careful, he looks like he has a talent for knocking up girls quickly. Just like your father”
You start to gag at the mention of your father’s ‘talent.’ If you had any food in your stomach it would have been discarded seconds ago. “I didn't need to hear that at all. I’m gonna have nightmares now.”
“Sure, just make sure you use protection. I don’t have enough money to throw a baby shower for your expensive ass” she complains. You’d gladly argue that it's not you that's the expensive child any other time, but you just want your mom to stop talking at this point.
“Can we end this conversation here please?”
Jumping onto your bed, you feel around your sheets for your discarded charger until you find it under your pillow. “Anything you want baby mama number four.”
Your mother snickers at her comment, but you become still as a board. “Mom, that's actually terrifying.”
“I'm just joking Y/N. You still have to tell your dad about Heeseung though..”
“Shit. I forgot about him. Sorry for cursing.” Your father is not going to take this well. He doesn't necessarily dislike Heeseung, but if he knew what your mom knows he's gonna do everything in his power to lead you away from him.
“Sometimes I forget that you're an adult. You make me feel so old sometimes.”
“Mom,” you sigh, “you're 44.”
“Please don't remind me. I can feel my back giving out and my knees locking as we speak.”
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