𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 lee heeseung, your neighbour upstairs, has his weird approaches to romance
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sru says sorry chat i think this chapter was pretty boring TT posting it a couple of hours earlier cuz ch 4 will be a day or two late due to my exams! meanwhile pls tell me if youre enjoying this smau 🫶
BRI BRO BRO BRO literally eat me out already. Bro im gonna lick him up. I'm gonna eat his fingers. I'm gonna clean the dirt out his finger nails with my teeth im gonna lick his ears clean I'm gonna make sure he stops using his toothbrush and letting me become his toothbrush so I can explore the insides of his mouth instead. I'm gonna eat all of his eye boogies. I'm gonna give him REASONS for his eyes to be rolled like that.
warnings: profanity, sexual jokes, alcohol consumption, very suggestive, mdni!!
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You don’t even slow down when the security guy waves you through. You just nod, half-running, half-tripping your way down the hall, heartbeat still syncing to the chaos of the crowd behind you. You can hear the music blaring from the locker room already, some obnoxious victory playlist on full volume, someone yelling about Gatorade, a chant of “LET’S GO!” echoing off the walls.
You're in and Jake’s the first one who sees you. He’s got no shirt on, towel draped around his neck, cheeks flushed and hair a mess, and the second his eyes lock onto yours, he breaks into this wide, boyish grin that makes your knees give out a little. He doesn't even say anything, he just runs straight to you and scoops you into a hug so tight it knocks the air out of your lungs.
“I told them to let you in,” he mumbles into your hair. “Didn’t think I’d actually survive long enough to see it.”
Sunghoon’s behind him, already peeling Jake off you so he can get his own hug in, nearly lifting you off the ground with how tight he holds you. “We fucking did it,” he says, half-laughing, half-breathless. “Did you see that touchdown? I blacked out halfway through, I swear.”
“I saw everything,” you say, still kind of dazed. “You guys were—dude. You crushed them. They didn’t stand a chance.”
And somehow, that’s enough to set off a whole new round of screaming. Jake throws his towel like it’s a confetti cannon. Sunghoon yells something unintelligible and jumps around like he’s six years old. Before you can even process it, someone (probably Jake) is yelling, “UP SHE GOES!” and suddenly you’re being hoisted onto their shoulders like some sort of trophy.
You flail a little, laughing so hard you nearly choke. “You guys are gonna drop me—”
“No chance,” Jake shouts. “You’re the reason we even got our shit together in the first place.”
“That’s facts,” Sunghoon adds, steadying your leg. “This is your win too.”
You don’t even care that you’re slightly terrified of falling. You’re beaming, cheeks aching from smiling, surrounded by the sounds of celebration. Someone tosses a bottle of apple cider across the room. Jake catches it one-handed, pops it open, and sprays it everywhere while yelling, and Sunghoon’s wheezing from laughter. You’re wiping cider off your cheek, still sitting on Jake’s shoulders like it’s the most normal thing in the world. It kind of is.
Eventually, they let you down. You’re still laughing, a little breathless, hair a mess from being hoisted around like a trophy, when you hear someone yell: “GET OUTTA THE WAY, MVP MUSE COMIN’ THROUGH!” And it’s Beomgyu, of course. Charging in like he owns the place, drenched in sweat, pads halfway off, eyes wild.
Behind him is Heeseung, scowling at his phone, and Niki, who should not be here, because he’s literally not on the team, but he’s walking in like he is, holding a Gatorade bottle like it’s champagne. Soobin follows last, towel over his head, looking like he’s seen the gates of hell.
“Look at you,” Heeseung says, finally glancing up and smiling at you. “All up on shoulders like a little trophy.”
“She is the trophy,” Sunghoon says behind you, still breathless.
Beomgyu snorts, then turns to Soobin. “Yo, how do you miss an extra point with your WHOLE FOOT. You had ONE JOB.”
“It slipped!” Soobin groans, burying his face deeper in the towel. “It was wet!”
“Your excuses are wet,” Beomgyu fires back. “I’m never letting you kick anything again. I’m buying a robot kicker off Amazon.”
“You can’t even buy shampoo off Amazon without messing it up,” Niki adds, sipping from his Gatorade bottle like it’s wine.
“Wait.” You squint at Niki. “Why are you here? You’re not even on the team.”
“I have a VIP pass for life,” Niki says proudly, holding up a laminated badge. “I was the football team’s social media manager last year. I posted one TikTok and it got 82 views. Legacy secured.”
“You posted a thirst trap of yourself in the mirror with the caption ‘practice grind,’” Heeseung mutters.
“EXACTLY. The people were fed.”
“Okay, wait,” you turn to Heeseung. “Did you ever fix your keyboard? Jake showed me your message and it looked like a Greek prophecy.”
Heeseung groans, holding up his phone. “Mark Lee changed my keyboard to Greek and I can’t figure out how to switch it back.”
You glance back at Heeseung, who’s now poking at his screen like it personally betrayed him. “You know what you need?” you tell him, grinning. “You need Giannis Antetokounmpo to come fix your phone again.”
Heeseung groans. “At this point, I’d pay him.”
“I’m DMing him right now,” Niki says, already typing. “Telling him we have a Greek emergency.”
You’re laughing again, shoulders still tingling from the adrenaline of the celebration. Around you, the locker room is chaos, pads clattering to the floor, towels flying, someone blasting music from a waterproof speaker, someone else trying to use the hand dryer to dry their hair (probably Beomgyu).
Jake’s hand finds yours as he tugs you gently toward the hallway. “We’re gonna shower real quick, then it’s party time,” he tells you, eyes still shining.
Sunghoon bumps his shoulder as he walks by, hair damp already, cheeks flushed with victory. “Don’t take too long,” you call after them. “I have exactly twenty-five minutes of patience and then I start pulling people out in towels.”
“You’d love that,” Jake calls over his shoulder.
You sit on a bench outside the locker room, texting random updates to your friends and watching the door as the boys rotate through one by one, some actually getting clean, others just putting on deodorant and praying for the best.
Eventually, they all trickle out, fresh jerseys, hoodies, backwards caps. Jake grabs your hand again, grinning like he hasn’t stopped since the final whistle. Sunghoon is next to him, animatedly re-telling one of the plays. Niki’s walking backwards ahead of everyone, filming them for a fake vlog, narrating: “Here we have the champions. Smelly, emotional, dangerously underfed.”
Jake’s house is already packed. Music’s blaring, lights are low and warm, and there’s that post-win energy in the air. Everyone’s yelling, hugging, double-fisting sodas and beers like it’s the end of the world in the best possible way.
“LET’S GOOOOOO,” Jungwon yells, arms up in victory even though he didn’t play a single minute of the game. Giselle steps in behind him in a matching UCLA hoodie, sunglasses on indoors. Classic.
“Why is that rat back?” Jake asks suddenly, pointing.
Because Woonhak is walking in like a proud father, holding his pet rat in a little hoodie that says “MVP.” You blink. The rat blinks back. “She needed to see history being made,” Woonhak says solemnly. “She’s a huge Jake fan.”
You turn to Woonhak. “Magnesium is a girl?”
“Yeah,” Woonhak mutters. “Add her to the guest list next time.”
Before anyone can say anything else, the door opens again and in tumble Jay, Taesan, and Leehan. Jungwon beelines for Jay and throws himself into his arms. “You remembered I exist!!”
“You’re my favorite clone,” Jay says, spinning him once. “Don’t tell your sister.”
Sunghoon appears next to you, two drinks in hand. He gives you one without saying anything and just nudges his shoulder against yours. You smile at him.
Jake reappears too, a little sweaty already because he’s been moving furniture to make room for people dancing. He tugs your sleeve. “Hey,” he says, a little shy, even now. “You having fun?”
You nod. “This is insane. You’re like… a hero.”
Jake looks at you for a second, then grins. “You’re the only one I care about impressing.”
Sunghoon hears that and groans dramatically. “Get a room. Or let me join. I’m flexible.”
You burst out laughing, caught between the two of them. Jake’s arm goes around your waist. Sunghoon throws an arm over your shoulder from the other side. And just like that, you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be, in the middle of a perfect night, with your boys on either side and the party just getting started.
In two hours in, it’s officially a full-blown, borderline illegal rager. The living room is a sauna of bodies. Someone turned the backyard into a beer pong arena. The kitchen counter is stacked with half-eaten pizzas and a single rotisserie chicken that no one knows who brought. You lose track of how many people hug you just because they “saw you on Jake’s story.”
And more people keep arriving. At one point, Yeonjun walks in wearing leather pants and a glittery mesh top, like he’s coming from the Euphoria set. He’s followed by Taehyun, who immediately makes a beeline for the aux and puts on an obscure hyperpop remix of “Take Me Home, Country Roads.” No one knows what’s happening, but no one stops him.
You find Heeseung trying to use a Swiffer to mop up spilled Coke, even though the Swiffer pad is bone dry. “This isn’t working,” he mutters, still doing it anyway.
Then Niki shows up again. You swear he was here earlier, but now he’s wearing a different outfit, sunglasses, and holding a walkie talkie.
“Bro,” Jake calls, “where have you been?”
Niki holds up a finger. “Securing the guest list.”
“What guest list?” you ask, just as the door swings open.
John Cena walks in. Like. The John Cena. In full jorts. “Where the party at?” he asks in perfect sync with the beat drop. People scream. John Cena gives Sunghoon a fist bump and tells Jake “good game, champ.”
You stare, but you’re too stunned to speak. And then it gets worse.
Behind him:
A guy who might be from Stranger Things.
Gordon Ramsay.
A baby-faced TikToker with a ring light strapped to their chest.
Someone’s uncle.
“Bro,” Beomgyu says to you, eyes wide. “Gordon Ramsay just stepped on my foot.”
“Did you thank him?” you ask.
“I apologized to him, actually.”
At one point, you catch Jake and Sunghoon in the hallway, eating Doritos straight from the bag while talking to John Cena about protein powder. You’re still trying to process that when you hear yelling from the kitchen.
“WHO PUT A RAT IN THE BLENDER?”
(It’s unplugged. Woonhak was just trying to take a cool photo of Magnesium.)
You step out onto the porch to breathe, only for Niki to materialize behind you. “Next time,” he says, sipping something neon, “we get Beyoncé.”
You don’t even question it. You just nod. At this point, anything feels possible.
The music inside is still thumping. The lights still flash like it’s someone’s cinematic debut. People are still screaming every time they spot a new celebrity.
The backyard’s quieter now, you sit on the edge of a patio bench, cradling a solo cup filled with something vaguely fruity. Jungwon flops down next to you with a dramatic sigh, throwing his head back. Sunoo follows right after, curling up beside you. “You look happy,” Jungwon says after a beat, turning his head to you.
You glance at him, surprised. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” he nods. “Like… genuinely.”
“You haven’t yelled at me in like two hours,” Sunoo adds. “That’s personal growth.”
You roll your eyes, but you’re smiling. “I’m always yelling at you out of love.”
“I know,” he grins. “I just prefer this version of you.”
“Okay ew,” Jungwon mutters, but he’s smiling too. “But for real… I’m glad. You’ve been through a lot, Y/N. It’s nice seeing you just… breathe.”
You pause for a moment, looking up at the stars. Or maybe they’re just reflections in the pool. Either way, you feel lighter. Like someone took a heavy coat off your shoulders without you noticing. “Yeah,” you admit quietly. “I feel good. Like… good good.”
Sunoo bumps his shoulder against yours. “Is it the Jake and Sunghoon effect?”
You laugh. “Maybe.”
Jungwon squints at you. “Okay, but like. Be honest. What is going on with you three?”
“Are you dating them both?” Sunoo stage whispers.
You giggle into your cup. “I don’t know what it is, honestly. It’s just… fun. We’re having fun. They’re friends again. Everything feels… easy.”
Jungwon tilts his head. “You’re not confused?”
“Oh I’m very confused,” you say. “But in a kind of peaceful way.”
Sunoo snorts. “Poetic.”
You lean your head on Sunoo’s shoulder, exhaling. “I just… I spent so long feeling like I had to figure it all out. Like I needed answers or labels or a five-year plan or whatever. And now I’m just trying to enjoy the moment.”
Jungwon looks at you for a second and nods, the corners of his mouth turning up. “Proud of you.”
Sunoo shrugs. “Don’t blame me. I’m just the narrator of your hot girl arc.”
Jungwon raises his cup. “To Y/N.”
“To confusion and kissing hot people!” Sunoo adds. You clink your cups together, laughing under the string lights.
You’re halfway to the fridge when you hear your name.
“Y/N.”
You turn your head and see Jake leaning against the counter, half-shadowed by the dim kitchen lights. His hat’s backwards, cheeks still a little flushed from the post-game high, hair damp like he just ran his hand through it. You blink. “What are you doing in here? Hiding from the A-list guests?”
He smirks. “Maybe.”
You raise an eyebrow, amused. “You planning to kiss John Cena next or something?”
Jake chuckles, low and breathy. “Not unless he asks nicely.”
You laugh and head to the fridge, pulling it open to grab a drink. But before you can close it, Jake’s already next to you, reaching past you to push the door shut. You blink up at him, heart tripping. He’s close. Stupidly close. “Actually,” he says, voice low, “I was waiting for you.”
Your pulse spikes. “Oh?”
“You haven’t given me my victory kiss yet.”
You try to play it cool. “Oh, I haven’t?”
Jake shakes his head slowly. “Nope. Won a whole game and everything. My feelings are so hurt.”
You smile despite yourself, hand still wrapped around your drink like a lifeline. “Poor baby.”
Jake tilts his head. “Think you can fix it?”
You open your mouth to say something, probably to make a joke or deflect, but then his hand is already on your waist, gentle but firm, and you forget how to speak altogether. He pulls you just slightly closer, enough that your chest brushes his, enough that you can smell the cologne on his neck.
You look up at him, he looks down at you. And then you kiss him. It’s slow and a little teasing. His mouth is warm, familiar now, and he kisses you like he’s been waiting all night. Like he’s still a little drunk off the win, but you’re the only thing that really matters.
His hand slips under the hem of your shirt, resting against your back, warm and steady. He deepens the kiss slightly, just enough that you feel your knees weaken a little and your free hand clutches his shirt to stay upright. When you finally pull back, your breath is shallow, your cheeks warm.
Jake grins. “There it is,” he murmurs, brushing his nose against yours. “That’s what I was waiting for.”
You bite back a smile. “Cocky.”
“Earned,” he says. Then pauses. “Though, like… feel free to keep going if you’re feeling generous.”
You laugh, leaning in to kiss him again, shorter this time, just to shut him up. But his hand stays on your waist even after you part, thumb brushing your skin like he doesn’t want to let go. Jake’s eyes flick toward the pantry door, then back to you. There’s a split second of hesitation, like he’s deciding what to do, but then he leans in, lips brushing your ear. “Come here.”
He just grabs your hand and starts pulling you. “Oh my god,” you say, laughing as he opens the door to the pantry. “Jake. Not this again.” He grins, tugging you inside and shutting the door behind you. “I’ve seen this movie and it ends with Sunghoon walking in and pretending he’s not into it.”
Jake leans in, hands sliding to your waist as he cages you gently between his arms and the wall. His voice drops. “Yeah, yeah,” he murmurs. “We’ll call Sunghoon later. Right now?” He brushes your hair back behind your ear. “I want you all to myself.”
Your breath catches, just for a second. There’s something about the way he says it, so calm, so sure, like he’s not even asking. Just stating a fact. Jake tilts his head, mouth brushing your jaw. “I’ve been sharing you all night,” he mutters. “Let me be selfish for once.”
You don’t argue. He kisses you hard, urgent, his hands grip your waist tight, sliding under your shirt again, fingers hot against your skin. Your arms wrap around his shoulders instinctively, pulling him in, and he groans softly against your mouth like he’s been waiting for this exact second. “You taste like that lemonade shit you like,” he mumbles between kisses. “So annoying. I wanna be mad but it’s hot.”
You laugh into his mouth, but it turns into a gasp when he starts kissing down your neck, slow and purposeful, like he’s memorizing every inch of you again. His teeth graze your skin and you feel your knees wobble. “You drive me fucking crazy, y’know that?” he mutters. “Walkin’ around this party, lookin’ all smug. Everyone’s talkin’ to you and I’m just—fuck—I’m just standing there like an idiot.”
“You jealous?” you whisper, grinning.
Jake huffs a laugh against your collarbone. “Yeah. Sue me.”
His hand slides up your spine, pulling you closer until there’s nothing between you but heat and breath and the sound of the bass from the living room thumping through the walls. “I keep thinking about that night,” he says, voice low, “when it was just us. When you looked at me like that.”
“Like what?”
Jake pulls back just far enough to look at you. “Like you needed me.”
His words punch the air out of your lungs. But before you can reply, his mouth is on yours again, deeper this time, more intense. His body presses into yours and you can feel how badly he wants this. Wants you. “Say you missed me,” he murmurs, lips trailing along your jaw.
You breathe, “I missed you.”
“Say you want me.”
“I want you.”
Jake smirks, forehead resting against yours for a second like he’s catching his breath. Then he kisses you again, messy, hot, hungry. His hands roam. Yours do too. There’s no space. Just Jake, everywhere, kissing you like the world might end, like the game didn’t matter. You moan softly into his mouth, and he groans in return, like it’s his favorite sound on earth. “I could stay in here all night,” he whispers.
You laugh, breathless. “I think someone’s gonna notice we’re gone.”
Jake presses one last, lazy kiss to your lips, his voice low and smug. “Good. Let ’em wonder.”
You're just catching your breath, your back still pressed to the wall, when Jake shifts. His hands slide lower, gripping the backs of your thighs, and before you can react, he lifts you effortlessly. Your gasp is swallowed by his mouth as your legs instinctively wrap around his waist. He presses you harder into the wall, his body flush against yours, and there’s no space left between you. You can feel everything.
“Fuck,” he mutters into your neck, voice rough and shaky. “You feel so good like this. You have no idea what you do to me.”
Your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging gently as he kisses you again, hotter now, sloppier, with that kind of urgency that makes your head spin. He rocks his hips into yours just enough for you to feel it, and it sends a shiver through your entire body. “Jake,” you breathe, voice barely a whisper.
“I should take you to my room,” he says, panting slightly, like he’s trying to talk himself into letting go. “I should—fuck—I wanna lay you out on my bed, take my time with you.”
You moan, and that’s all it takes. He presses his forehead to yours, breathing hard, his hands squeezing your thighs tighter. He crashes his mouth back to yours, and the way he touches you, like he knows exactly what he’s doing, makes your stomach flip. “You’re so fucking pretty,” he mumbles. “You came out tonight wearing my jersey, and I knew I was screwed.”
You smirk against his mouth. “I wore it for you.”
Jake growls softly, nipping your lower lip. “Yeah? Keep talkin’ like that and I really won’t make it to the bedroom.”
The wall is cool behind your back, but Jake is all heat, his mouth, his hands, his body pressing into yours like he can’t get close enough. You can feel him pulsing with tension, like he's holding himself back by a thread. Jake’s kiss starts to slow, just barely, but it’s still deep and greedy. His lips are swollen, his breath warm against your cheek as he nuzzles in close, one hand still gripping the back of your thigh.
You press a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth and murmur, “We should go back.”
Jake leans back just enough to look at you, his brows furrowed like you just said the most heartbreaking thing in the world. “Back? Why?”
You laugh softly, brushing his messy hair out of his face. “Because you just won the biggest game of your life, and you’re hiding in a pantry.”
“I am celebrating,” he says, dipping to kiss your neck. “With you.”
You bite back a smile. “You’ll celebrate with me later. With less people downstairs and preferably a door that locks.”
Jake groans dramatically, letting his head fall against your shoulder. “You’re evil.”
You kiss his temple and whisper, “You love it.”
He sets you down slowly, his hands lingering at your waist like he’s not quite ready to let go. His eyes search yours like he's committing this whole moment to memory. “Later,” he repeats, grinning now. “You better keep that promise.”
“I always do.”
When you both step out of the pantry, the music hits you like a wave, loud and fast and chaotic. The house is even more packed now, everyone buzzing from the win, the drinks, and whatever unhinged guest list Niki summoned.
You spot Jungwon holding a ping pong ball and making aggressive eye contact with Jay across the room. He sees you and lights up. “DUDE. You’re playing. Come here.”
You shoot Jake a quick smile and head toward the beer pong table. Jungwon throws his arm around your shoulder like it’s game time in the Super Bowl again. “Me and Y/N,” Jungwon announces, already talking shit. “Versus grandpa Jay and the tall emo.”
“Tall emo?” Sunghoon laughs, setting down his drink. “You just gave me more motivation to wipe the floor with you.”
Jay winks at Jungwon. “Hope you’re ready to lose.”
Jungwon lets you go, smirking while he points at Jay, feigning anger. “Hope you’re ready to cry in the bathroom when I sink all the cups.”
Sunghoon steps up beside you while Jay and Junwon are bickering, his lips barely brushing your ear, leans over and whispers, “If I win, you owe me a kiss.”
You roll your eyes, heart stuttering a little. “That’s not how this works.”
“Sure it is,” he says, casual, cocky. “Winner gets a prize. You can kiss Jake after if you feel bad.” You bump his shoulder playfully, but he just grins wider.
The game starts, and it’s instantly chaotic. Jungwon is yelling so much for someone who keeps missing. You’re actually decent, sinking a few shots back to back, but Sunghoon, of course, is disgustingly good. Every time he lands a shot, he does some stupid little victory dance, and Jay keeps egging him on.
Eventually, Jay sinks the last cup. Jungwon screams “NOOOOOOO” and dramatically drops to the floor like he’s been sniped. You’re laughing so hard you can’t breathe.
Jay and Sunghoon are high-fiving, obnoxiously smug. “Losers,” Jay says. “Should’ve brought a better teammate, Jungwon.”
“You’re lucky I didn’t have my glasses,” Jungwon mutters, still on the ground.
You’re about to go grab another drink when Sunghoon appears in front of you, a little breathless, eyes sparkling. “I believe,” he says, cocking his head, “you owe me a reward.”
You raise a brow. “For winning a drinking game?”
He steps closer, voice lower. “Don’t act like you didn’t promise.”
Your breath catches a little. The energy between you is buzzing, electric. You glance around, and when you look back at Sunghoon, he’s smiling at you like he knows exactly what he's doing. You look up at Sunghoon, eyes playful, but your smile is full of trouble. “Ohhh,” you hum, tilting your head, “you want me to reward you? That’s cute.”
Sunghoon’s gaze flickers to your lips, then back to your eyes. “I’m dead serious.”
You take a step back, slowly, taunting. “Hmmm… I don’t know. I didn’t agree to anything. I think you’re making stuff up.”
He laughs under his breath, following you like a shadow. “You’re such a bad liar.”
You bite your lip, letting your eyes drop to his mouth and then back up. “And you’re dangerously cocky.”
“Only when I know I’m right.”
You fake a dramatic sigh and turn like you’re going to leave, tossing over your shoulder, “Well, guess you’ll have to find someone else to kiss.”
But you don’t move far, and you know he’s watching you. He’s there in a second, catching your wrist gently. “Y/N.” His voice is lower now, quieter, dipped in something that makes your spine straighten. You glance back, and he smirks. “You know, I’ve been to Jake’s house like a hundred times. I know a lot of hidden places here, more… private.”
“Oh yeah?” you ask, still teasing, eyes sharp. “How many girls have you dragged off to corners and closets and bathrooms, huh?”
Sunghoon leans in close, his breath brushing your jaw. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
Before you can respond, he’s already steering you subtly down the hall, hand at your lower back like he owns the moment. The noise of the party fades just a little as he pushes open a door, a small half-bath, and pulls you in with him before locking it with a quiet click.
You're half-laughing, half-shocked. “Sunghoon—”
But you’re cut off when he turns you around with a hand on your hip, pressing you gently forward until your hands land on the edge of the counter. The mirror stretches in front of you, and he steps in behind, his chest warm against your back but not quite touching. Hovering.
He catches your eyes in the reflection. “Don’t pretend you don’t like this.” His voice is just above a whisper, rasped and slow in your ear, the heat of him curling around your whole body. Your breath catches in your throat. “You’ve been playing all night,” he murmurs, dipping his head so his lips brush the shell of your ear. “Looking at me like that.”
You shiver. His hands are on the counter now, caging you in, his body heat pouring over you. “You’re so fucking pretty,” he whispers, eyes still locked on yours in the mirror. “Bet you don’t even realize.”
One of his hands lifts, sliding down your side, fingers just grazing the curve of your waist. You lean back into him instinctively, your body betraying every ounce of composure. Your eyes meet in the mirror again. He breathes. “I just wanna see how long you can keep pretending you don’t want this too.”
You breathe out a laugh, shaky and soft, but your body betrays your voice. You’re leaning back into him more now, heart racing, eyes flickering down from the mirror like you can’t even face your own reflection. Sunghoon notices. He dips his head, his nose brushing the curve of your neck, and he says, low and smooth: “You’re real quiet now.”
You don’t answer. Can’t. Your hands are gripping the edge of the counter, knuckles tight, and he’s still right there, so close behind you, not touching completely, but there. His presence is heavy, almost unbearable in the best way. He lets the silence drag, lets it stretch until it’s almost too much.
Finally, he moves. His hands slide from the counter to your hips, slow and purposeful. His fingers press into your sides just enough for you to feel it through the fabric of your clothes. He leans in until his chest is flush against your back, warm and solid, and you can feel the steady rise and fall of his breath syncing with yours.
Then, he brings his mouth to your ear, voice barely audible: “I’m gonna kiss you now.” You don’t even have time to nod before he turns you around gently, his hands guiding you like he already knows exactly where you’ll go. And you do. You let him.
The second you're facing him, his hand slides up to your jaw, thumb brushing your cheek. He looks at you like he’s memorizing something, eyes intense but soft, lips slightly parted. He kisses you. His mouth moves against yours in perfect rhythm, hot and certain, pulling you under like a riptide. His other hand finds your waist, gripping you tighter, and you melt into him without thinking. Your hands reach for him instinctively, curling into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer, grounding yourself in the heat and pressure of him.
The kiss deepens, fast. His mouth parts against yours, tongue brushing yours in a way that’s so smooth and deliberate it makes your knees buckle. He groans softly into the kiss, and that sound alone sends a wave through you, low and warm and dizzying.
When you gasp for air, he doesn’t pull away. His lips trail down to your jaw, then to the corner of your mouth, then to your neck. “You kiss me like that again,” he whispers against your skin, “and I’m not letting you leave this room.”
You laugh, breathless. “Wasn’t planning on leaving soon.”
He lifts his head, eyes burning into yours, thumb still caressing your jaw. “Good.”
And then he kisses you again. You can feel the tension unraveling between you, fast and hungry and real. Like it’s been simmering for way too long and now that the fuse is lit, there’s no stopping it. One of his hands slides up your back, to the nape of your neck, pulling you deeper into him. The other slips just under the hem of your skirt, fingers brushing bare skin at your waist, gentle but electric.
You kiss him like you’re trying to memorize him too. Like this might be the only moment that exists. Like you’ve wanted this just as long. And when you finally pull apart, barely breathing, foreheads pressed together, he just grins. “God,” he mutters, “you drive me insane.”
You smirk, still catching your breath. “Takes one to know one.” He laughs under his breath, and the sound is so him that you swear your chest aches a little. Sunghoon’s hands are all over you now.
There’s no hesitation anymore, just heat and pressure and the unmistakable sound of his breath catching every time you gasp. Your back hits the counter again, and this time his hips follow, slotting between your legs like it’s the most natural thing in the world. His mouth is on yours, hungry, devouring, pulling every little noise out of you like he needs them to breathe.
His hands trail up under your skirt, fingers grazing your thighs, slow and teasing. He doesn’t go further, but the threat is there. It’s in the way he grips your waist, the way his lips trail from your mouth to your neck, to that spot just below your ear. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he mumbles, voice low and gravelly. “I should show you.”
And just as his hands tighten on your hips like he’s about to do exactly that, there’s a loud knock on the door.
“Yo,” someone calls from the hallway, clearly trying to suppress a laugh. “People are literally peeing in the backyard. Open up.”
You both freeze. Sunghoon’s forehead drops to your shoulder, and you feel his whole body shaking, he’s laughing. Quiet, breathless, absolutely done with the interruption. You can’t help it either. You giggle, still pinned against the counter, legs around him, a mess, lipstick probably smudged to hell. “This is so unserious.”
He finally looks up at you, eyes still dark with want, but there's a crooked smirk on his lips now. “You’re telling me.”
You slide your hands down his chest, smoothing his shirt, trying (and failing) to make yourselves look halfway presentable. “We should probably—go back.”
“Probably,” he repeats, but he’s not moving.
You tilt your head. “I told Jake I’d meet him in his room later.”
Sunghoon raises an eyebrow, eyes flickering with something unreadable. “Oh yeah?”
You nod, slowly, dragging your fingers up to the collar of his shirt. “End of the night.”
He leans in again, mouth brushing your ear. “Lucky him.” You smirk, already reaching for the doorknob, but his voice stops you one last time. “Maybe I’ll come find you both.”
You glance back at him, eyes locking, heartbeat skipping a beat at the way he’s looking at you, like he’s already picturing it. Like the thought of you and Jake together is not something that bothers him at all. Quite the opposite. “Maybe you should,” you say, lips twitching into a wicked smile.
You open the door and step out like nothing happened, leaving him alone in the bathroom with the ghost of your lipstick on his neck and the idea of what could happen next still burning in his mind.
You find your way back to the party, though your heart’s still racing a little. The music’s still going, but things have mellowed out just enough. You spot your friends all crowded in the backyard, sitting on mismatched chairs and the edge of the pool, some people on the grass with plastic cups in hand.
Jungwon waves you over with a big grin, scooting over so you can sit between him and Sunoo. “There she is,” Sunoo says, nudging you. “Thought maybe you’d been kidnapped again.”
You just smile and sip your drink. “Almost.”
Everyone’s laughing and talking over each other, the kind of easy, familiar chaos that makes your chest feel warm. Jake's standing a little off to the side, laughing at something Heeseung said, until Heeseung yells, “Jake! Give us your victory speech!”
Jake straightens up like he’s been waiting for this his whole life. Jake climbs onto one of the patio chairs like it’s a stage. “I just wanna say…” he starts, dramatically placing a hand on his chest. “This victory wasn't just for the team. It was for the people.”
Everyone groans. “Shut up!” Beomgyu yells, throwing a chip at him. “You literally fumbled like twice!”
“I recovered!” Jake protests. “And I scored! This is my redemption arc!”
Niki jumps in. “We couldn’t have done it without my support on the sidelines. Really. My Instagram stories? Inspirational. Game-changing.”
Jungwon’s already wheezing, and someone from the back—maybe Woonhak—shouts, “YOU'RE NOT EVEN ON THE TEAM!”
“I AM the team,” Niki replies, unbothered.
Everyone’s laughing now, and Jake just raises his cup. “But for real. Shoutout to my guys. Heeseung, Soobin, Beomgyu. The whole team. But especially…” He turns toward Sunghoon. “Especially Sunghoon,” he says, a little softer. “You killed it out there.”
There’s a beat of silence. Everyone watches as Sunghoon gets up, walking over with a little smile on his face. They do one of those bro-hug-handshake things, and then just pull each other in for a real hug. The group starts clapping and cheering like it’s a movie ending. Sunghoon pulls back and says something only Jake can hear, probably something dumb, but they both laugh like kids again.
You can’t stop smiling. Because this is kind of everything. Seeing them like this. Not just winning the game. But finding each other again. Being friends again.
And for a moment, in the middle of a chaotic backyard, under cheap string lights and surrounded by people you love, everything feels okay. Like maybe things don’t have to be figured out yet, as long as you have moments like these.
The party had started to wind down the way all great nights eventually do, not with silence, but with soft laughter, spilled drinks, and someone passed out on a beanbag chair in the corner of the living room.
You’re not sure what time it is. Late enough that the playlist’s shuffled into obscure indie covers, and Sunoo’s stopped pretending to like the beer pong crowd and started stealing blankets from Jake’s closet to wrap around himself, Jungwon and Giselle. There’s a weird kind of peace in it. A calm buzz in your chest. You’re warm, from the alcohol, the memories, the way your cheeks still hurt from smiling.
You excuse yourself to go to the bathroom, walking through the quieter parts of the house, brushing past jackets tossed on chairs and half-finished drinks on the counter. The hallway's quiet when you step into it. The bass from the speakers is still thumping, but faint, almost like a heartbeat now. Most of the party has dissolved into corners, whispered conversations, slow goodbyes, people curled up in borrowed blankets on the floor.
You’re headed to the bathroom, barely thinking, when you feel fingers wrap around your wrist. You turn, already smiling. Jake. He’s got that look on his face again, like he’s been waiting for this exact moment all night. “Hey,” he says, voice soft, eyes a little sleepy from the drinks and dancing. “Was just looking for you.”
“Oh yeah?” you tease. “Well, I was looking for a toilet.”
He laughs, pressing a kiss to your cheek. Then to the corner of your mouth. Then to your mouth, fully. It’s slow, warm, affectionate, different from the others tonight. There’s no urgency. Just something that says, I’m really glad it was you. He pulls back, still close enough for your noses to brush. “Come with me.”
You raise an eyebrow. “Again?”
He just grins, tilting his head toward the stairs. And you go. The climb up feels quieter than it should. More intimate. Like the world’s been put on pause, just for a second. Jake walks beside you, not holding your hand this time, but brushing his pinky against yours with every step.
When you reach his bedroom door, you already know. Sunghoon is standing there. Leaning casually against the wall next to it, like he’s lived in that exact spot forever. His hair’s a little messy. His eyes find yours instantly, and there’s a smile waiting there, small, lopsided, but genuine. “Hey,” he says.
“Hey,” you reply. You’re not surprised to see him. Neither is Jake.
No one explains anything. No one needs to. Jake steps forward and nods toward the door. “Room’s still yours if you want it.”
Sunghoon glances at him. “You sure?”
Jake shrugs. “I think she’d kill us both if we made her choose like that.”
You laugh, but it comes out a little breathy. Your chest is suddenly too full, of emotion, of affection, of the sheer ridiculousness of the night. “You guys are idiots,” you mutter, but you’re smiling.
They both turn to you at once. “Yeah,” Jake says. “But we’re your idiots.”
Sunghoon leans back on one foot, watching you. “You sure about that?”
You look at the two of them standing there. Jake with his sleepy eyes and soft hair and that crooked little smile that never quite leaves. Sunghoon with his steady gaze, his confidence, his quiet charm that never really asked permission to get under your skin. They’re so different. And yet, somehow, they’ve both been exactly what you needed.
You take a step closer to the door. Your fingers brush the handle, but you don’t turn it yet.
You pause. Look at them again. Jake’s looking at you. Sunghoon too.
And then, at the exact same time, they ask it.
“So… who’s the nicest guy?”
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author's note: like hannah montana once said THEY SAY THAT GOOD THINGS TAKE TIMEEE BUT REALLY GREAT THINGS HAPPEN IN A BLINK OF AN EYE!!!
hi. hi omg. i’m emotional. this was my first full length smau, and i literally only started posting it because my best friend begged me for a jakehoon fic and i thought okay fine i’ll just post it for her and now SOMEHOW it has over 2k likes??? you guys were actually reading this?????
i don’t even know where to begin. this story was unhinged from the start in the best possible way. remember:
• woonhak's viral tiktok about THE PUKE INCIDENT
• heeseung’s keyboard in greek. niki’s in cyrillic. justice for the groupchat.
• the super bowl. the eagles. the trauma. (i always traumatized btw)
• btw john cena just… being there. always.
• THE PANTRY SCENE that time jake and sunghoon both kissed y/n’s neck at the same time and nobody flinched
• and my personal favorite: taylor swift’s fictional short film. niki’s halftime show with john cena.
thank you to everyone who followed this chaotic journey with me. it means the world that you laughed, screamed, cried, and maybe blacked out a little bit alongside y/n. i’m so so grateful.
i have more projects coming soon (yes more unhinged enhypen content is on the way) so stay tuned!!!
love u forever, yours truly, the nicest girl (jk. or am i.)
author's note: so guys I HATE TO TELL U THIS but nicest guy is ALMOST ENDING...... so enjoy while you can...... and i love niki so bad u guys have no idea. and BTW i created a NICEST GUY PLAYLIST you can check jake's playlist and sunghoon's playlist right here. YAYYY
warnings: profanity, sexual jokes, weed consumption, alcohol consumption, jake and hoon hate each other, lil bit voyeurish (spoilers), very suggestive
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There’s something uniquely terrifying about being invited to a college party—especially when it’s at Yeonjun’s frat house. Not in the way horror movies are, where someone’s about to get stabbed by a masked lunatic. No, this is worse. This is the kind of terrifying that comes from knowing the night will definitely end in chaos, and somehow, you’ll be at the center of it.
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The last time you set foot in Yeonjun’s chaotic palace of regrets and poor decisions, Sunghoon puked on your cousin—yes, your actual flesh-and-blood cousin who was just trying to enjoy a casual Friday night. The cops showed up ten minutes later, and you ended up hiding in a room with both Jake and Sunghoon. To top it off, your older brother almost got arrested because someone (and you’re not saying it was Woonhak, but let’s be real, it was Woonhak) thought it’d be funny to sneak into the party, got stuck in the bushes outside, and caused such a commotion that he got 2 million likes on TikTok sharing his story.
So yeah, when Jake—quarterback extraordinaire and human golden retriever—invited you to another party at Yeonjun’s, your first instinct was to laugh. Your second instinct was to say no, but Jake’s puppy eyes were criminally persuasive.
You caught that subtle hint of “I’ll literally implode if you don’t come.” Jake’s crush on you wasn’t exactly subtle. It was the kind of crush that was written all over his face every time he saw you, like he was auditioning for a rom-com where he was the lovable idiot and you were the girl who was way too good for him.
Then there was Sunghoon, who… well, let’s just say he was a different breed. If Jake was a golden retriever, Sunghoon was a cat. One of those sleek, arrogant ones that you desperately wanted to pet, even though you knew they’d probably claw your hand off. He’d be there too. Of course he would. The universe had a sick sense of humor like that.
Now you’re standing in front of your closet, trying to decide if you want to look hot enough to make Jake’s jaw drop, or just cool enough to get under Sunghoon’s skin.
So you decided to have some fun. At least.
When you finally arrive at Yeonjun’s, the bass from the music is already thudding so hard it feels like it’s trying to crack the pavement. Sunoo and Giselle, your best friends and loyal companions for this adventure, are walking on either side of you, both armed with energy that screams “let’s make tonight unforgettable.”
Inside, the party is already in full swing, and you’re immediately greeted by the familiar chaos: red solo cups everywhere, someone already trying to drunkenly rap along to the music, and Yeonjun himself standing on a table pretending to DJ. You scan the room until your eyes land on your brother, who’s laughing with none other than Sunghoon.
Great. Sunghoon. Just your luck.
Your brother waves you over, and as you approach, you realize the group is bigger than you expected. Sunghoon, of course, is there, but so is Jay, his roommate, along with Leehan and Taesan, who you recognize from the last party disaster.
“Y/n!” your brother calls, throwing an arm around your shoulder like he hasn’t seen you in years. “Finally, you’re here.”
You exchange greetings, but your eyes keep flickering to Sunghoon, who’s watching you with that unreadable expression he always has. He’s been acting weird around you lately, and you’re pretty sure you know why. He wants you back. He’s finally admitted it to himself, even if he’ll never say it out loud.
Still, he’s sticking close, hovering just enough to make his presence known. And as much as you’d like to ignore it, you can’t help but notice the way he’s looking at you, like you’re the only person in the room. It’s unsettling—and annoyingly flattering.
But you’ve got bigger problems. Like the fact that Jake is also here, and you need to go say hi to him. After all, he’s the one who invited you, and it would be rude not to. You excuse yourself from your brother’s group, promising to catch up later, and head toward the other side of the room where you spotted Jake. Jake, incredibly hot Jake.
Jake lights up when he sees you, his grin as bright and boyish as ever. “Y/n! You made it!”
“Of course I did,” you say, returning his smile. “I couldn’t miss the big victory party, could I?”
“Exactly,” Jake says, clearly thrilled that you’re here. “We totally crushed it last week, didn’t we? Sunghoon and I were unstoppable out there.”
“You were great,” you agree, though you can’t help but notice the slight tension in his voice when he mentions Sunghoon. The two of them may be incredible on the field, but off the field, their mutual dislike is impossible to ignore.
“Speaking of Sunghoon,” Jake says, glancing over your shoulder, “is he still glued to you, or did he finally give you some space?”
You turn to see Sunghoon not far away, leaning against a wall but very much keeping you in his line of sight. The look on his face when your eyes meet is enough to send a shiver down your spine. It’s almost like a challenge, daring you to ignore him.
“I asked both of you to be civil tonight,” you remind Jake with a raised eyebrow. “Can you at least try?”
Jake sighs dramatically but nods. “For you? Fine. But only because you asked nicely.”
Sunghoon leaned against the wall, his eyes fixed on you and Jake as if they were glued there by some invisible force. He hated this—hated how much he noticed the way Jake’s grin widened when you laughed, how easily you seemed to click with him. But mostly, he hated the way he couldn’t stop thinking about you.
There was something magnetic between you two, something that made it impossible for Sunghoon to keep his distance. He didn’t want to admit it at first, but lately, it was all he could think about. The way your smile made his chest tighten, the way your presence turned every room into something brighter, warmer. And it wasn’t just him—he knew Jake felt it too. He could see it in the way Jake looked at you, like you were the only thing that mattered in the world.
This wasn’t the first time he and Jake had been in this situation, though. A painful memory tugged at the edges of his mind, a memory he wished he could bury. Wonyoung. That name alone was enough to make his stomach twist. Back when he and Jake were friends—actual friends, not whatever tense truce they had now—they’d both fallen for Wonyoung. She’d played them both, lied to them, and left their friendship in ruins. But neither of them knew the full truth about what happened, not really. Sunghoon had tried to piece it together, but the whole thing still felt like a mess of half-truths and unanswered questions.
And now, here they were again, caught in a silent war over you.
He clenched his jaw, watching as Jake led you across the room to meet his friends. Sunghoon’s fists tightened at his sides, but he didn’t move. Not yet. He didn’t want to cause a scene, especially not here. But he couldn’t shake the feeling that history was about to repeat itself—and this time, it would be worse.
Jake, on the other hand, was living his best life. He couldn’t believe you were actually here, standing next to him, smiling like you weren’t the most gorgeous person in the room. He’d been planning this all week—trying to make sure everything was perfect, or at least as perfect as it could be at Yeonjun’s chaotic house party.
“Come on,” Jake said, his hand brushing yours as he guided you through the crowd. “Let’s find the guys."
When you reached their group, they greeted you like an old friend. Heeseung was the first to pull you into a quick hug, his usual warm grin lighting up his face. “Y/n! Finally. Jake’s been insufferable all week, you know. All, ‘Do you think she’ll come? What should I wear?’ It was tragic.”
“Shut up,” Jake groaned, rubbing the back of his neck while you laughed.
Beomgyu piped up next, his energy as chaotic as ever. “And don’t forget how he made us all run drills twice this week. ‘Gotta keep the momentum from the game,’” Beomgyu said, mimicking Jake’s voice. “It’s a party, not a press conference, dude.”
“You’re just mad I benched you last semester,” Jake shot back, smirking.
Beomgyu held up his hands in mock surrender. “Fair. But hey, at least now they know I’m not just a benchwarmer.”
“They should’ve known that the second you stepped on the field,” you said, giving him a small smile. “That last game? You killed it.”
Beomgyu’s grin widened. “Thanks, Y/n. At least someone here appreciates me.”
Soobin chimed in with a dry laugh. “Don’t let it go to your head, Beomgyu.”
The banter flowed easily, the group dynamic comfortable and familiar. But despite the lighthearted vibe, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something else was brewing. You’d caught Sunghoon watching you earlier, his gaze heavy, like he was trying to tell you something without words. And Jake—he was trying so hard to keep your attention, but there was an edge to him tonight, a tension that didn’t quite match his usual easygoing demeanor.
Later, Jake led you outside, away from the noise and chaos of the party. The cool night air wrapped around you as you stepped onto the deck, and for a moment, it felt like you could breathe again.
Jake leaned against the railing, his hands in his pockets as he looked over at you. “You’re having fun, right?”
“I am,” you said, smiling. “Your friends always make it easy.”
“They like you,” Jake said, his voice softer now. “I mean… who wouldn’t?”
The way he was looking at you made your stomach flip. There was something different about his expression—something serious, almost vulnerable. He took a step closer, the tension between you building with each passing second. The cool night air was a relief after the chaos inside, and you leaned against the railing, letting out a breath. Jake stood next to you, that signature lopsided grin playing on his lips.
“But they speak way too much,” he sighed. “Thought I’d never get you alone.”
You raised a brow. “Oh? That was your goal all along?”
He chuckled, tilting his head. “What can I say? Gotta take my chances.”
It was easy with Jake. The banter, the teasing—it never felt forced. And maybe that’s what made moments like this dangerous.
“Gotta admit,” he continued, eyes flicking to yours, “you look really good tonight.”
The way he said it, casual but undeniably flirty, sent a small thrill down your spine.
“You say that like I don’t always look good,” you shot back, smirking.
Jake laughed, bumping his shoulder against yours. “Okay, fair point.”
For a moment, the conversation lulled, but it wasn’t awkward. Just… charged. He was close, and you could tell he was waiting for something. A sign, maybe.
And then his expression shifted—just slightly, but enough for you to notice.
Before you could respond, the door to the backyard opened, and Sunghoon stepped out, his eyes immediately locking with yours. Jungwon was with him, even though he had no idea you were there with Jake. Sunghoon looked like he had something on his mind, but when he saw Jake next to you, his expression tightened.
Jungwon and Sunghoon approached you and Jake, their casual demeanor almost making you forget how tense things were between them. Sunghoon gave you a nod, his eyes briefly lingering on you before shifting to Jake. Jungwon seemed to sense the shift, giving a little shrug as he offered Sunghoon the joint. "Alright, no fights tonight, okay? Let's just keep it chill."
Sunghoon took the joint with a grin that barely concealed the edge in his voice. "Yeah, yeah, no promises," he said, his eyes locking onto Jake for a second too long. The message was clear: they were both trying to play nice, but it was only because you asked them to. And neither of them were doing it because they wanted to.
"Hey," Jungwon greeted with his usual friendly grin. "You two good?"
"Yeah," you answered, flashing a smile. "Just enjoying the fresh air."
Sunghoon didn’t say much, just a subtle tilt of his head as he looked at both of you. His eyes then shifted to the joint in his hand, a hint of a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. "Want a hit?" Sunghoon asked, his voice smooth, offering it to you and Jake. The offer hung in the air, the tension between him and Jake as thick as the smoke curling around them.
Jake shot Sunghoon a glance, his posture stiffening for just a second. "Nah, we’re good," he said, quickly turning to you. "Right, Y/N?"
You shrugged, but the playful glint in your eye didn’t escape Sunghoon's notice. "I’m good," you replied, your voice light. "But thanks."
"Alright then," Sunghoon said, exhaling smoke and offering a small smile. He didn’t wait for any more responses before walking away, Jungwon falling into step beside him.
As they walked off, you noticed how Sunghoon’s gaze lingered on you with heat in his stare. It was like a challenge, and something in his eyes told you that he wasn’t done with this game yet.
The moment felt charged—electrified—but it broke when Jake cleared his throat, putting a hand gently on your arm. "Let’s head back inside," he suggested, his voice more urgent than usual. "We’re missing all the fun."
As you walked back into the party with Jake, the noise and chaos of Yeonjun's house party immediately swallowed you up. The beat of the music thudded in your chest, and the air was thick with laughter, chatter, and the scent of alcohol. Jake’s hand brushed against yours briefly, but when you reached the group of your friends, he gave you a quick nod, clearly excited to see them.
"Catch you later," he said, his grin easy and casual as he drifted off toward Heeseung and some of the others.
But just before he turned away, you caught a flash of irritation in his eyes. It was subtle, hidden under the mask of his usual charm, but you could tell. He hadn’t gotten his chance with you yet, and that was clearly bugging him. The thought of being brushed off for now didn’t sit well with him, but he wasn’t about to let it show. Not yet.
You could almost feel the weight of his unspoken frustration as he turned his back, but as he made his way through the crowd, his determination was clear. He wasn’t going to give up on you that easily.
You waved him off, letting him disappear into the crowd as you focused on Sunoo and Giselle, who were already waving you over.
"Finally managed to escape the chaos outside?" Sunoo teased, his usual grin spreading across his face. You joined them, enjoying the chat, but there was still a lingering sense of tension that you couldn’t shake off. You tried to push it aside, making the most of the time with your friends.
As Jake disappeared into the crowd, you didn’t think much of it. Instead, you turned back to your friends, a mischievous grin spreading across your face as you decided to let loose for a bit. The rest of the night carried on with drinks, laughter, and dancing. Sunoo and Giselle were already leading you in a ridiculous dance-off, and you were more than happy to oblige, tossing back shots and swaying to the beat as the music enveloped you.
For a while, you forgot all about the JakeHoon situation. The fun of the night kept you distracted, and you laughed harder than you had in a long time.
But as the night wore on, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something—or rather, someone—was missing. When you finally found yourself in a quieter spot near the bar, nursing another drink and chatting with Giselle, you felt a flicker of that familiar, magnetic pull again. You turned your head just in time to see Sunghoon walking back into the party, his expression unreadable, but his eyes immediately locking onto yours.
It was almost as if the room quieted when he stepped in, the noise fading in the background as you watched him glide through the crowd with that undeniable confidence. And when his eyes landed on you, that quiet intensity returned, making your heart skip a beat.
He’d been gone for a while, but now, Sunghoon was back—and it seemed like he was looking for something… or maybe someone.
His movements were smooth and effortless, cutting through the crowd like he owned the place. His eyes never strayed from you as he made his way over, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that he was walking toward you with purpose—like a predator closing in on its prey.
"Hey," Sunghoon said when he reached you, his tone playful, though his gaze was anything but lighthearted. He quickly nodded toward your friends. "You having fun?"
Sunoo grinned back, and Giselle raised an eyebrow, but before either of them could say anything, Sunghoon’s attention shifted solely to you. He leaned closer, just enough to make you feel the warmth of his body next to yours. "Looks like you’ve been enjoying yourself," he remarked, his voice low and easy, as if they’d known each other for much longer than just tonight. What's that supposed to mean?
You raised an eyebrow, trying to match his tone. "Wouldn’t you be too, if you weren't in my shoes?" you replied, voice teasing.
Sunghoon smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. "I’m sure you’re used to all the attention by now," he said, giving you a once-over that made your skin prickle. His gaze lingered, and you felt that familiar tension building up between you two.
You chuckled softly, trying to play it off. "I don’t know. Seems like there’s always someone else trying to catch my eye."
Sunghoon’s lips twitched into a half-smirk. "Oh, I’m sure you can keep them waiting. Though," he leaned in a little closer, just enough to make you aware of his proximity, "I wouldn’t keep them waiting too long."
As you exchanged words, you felt a pair of eyes watching you from the corner of your vision. Glancing over, you caught a glimpse of Jake standing across the room, his eyes fixed on the two of you. He didn’t approach, but the tension in his stare was unmistakable.
Sunghoon noticed too, and a smirk tugged at his lips. He pulled back just slightly, his tone shifting. "You should get back to your boyfriend," he said, the words dripping with playful challenge. His gaze, however, was still locked on you, the heat in it not quite masked by the lighthearted remark.
After Sunghoon left, you kept talking with Sunoo and Giselle, trying to shake off the weirdness in the air. You didn’t need to be a mind reader to know Sunghoon’s eyes were on you the entire time. The guy had a way of looking at you like you were his next challenge, and you were starting to get a little tired of it. Or, well, maybe not tired, more like… intrigued?
You were at the bar, scanning the options for your next drink when you felt a familiar presence behind you. Without even having to look, you could feel the tension in the air—it was Jake. You half-turned and gave him a smile. He was leaning against the bar, looking at you like he was about to say something, but there was a little more intent in his gaze than you were used to.
"Hey," Jake said, eyes scanning you quickly, like he was checking for any signs of discomfort. "Everything good?"
"Yeah, just getting a drink," you replied, glancing around at the chaos of the party. It was busy, loud, and full of people—yet, it felt like the noise started to fade when he stood next to you.
Jake leaned in, his arm brushing against yours as he spoke. "Just don’t go overboard with the drinks, alright?" He flashed you a teasing smirk, but there was something softer underneath. "But if you do get a little too wild, don’t worry. I’ll take care of you. Just like you did for me last time."
You raised an eyebrow, a bit surprised by the shift in tone. "You really think I need someone to take care of me?" you teased, your lips curving into a smile.
He chuckled, clearly enjoying the banter. "Well, considering how you saved me from turning into a disaster last time, I figured I’d return the favor." His eyes glinted with a mischievous spark as he added, "But honestly, I’d rather just have you around and make sure you’re enjoying the night."
You smirked, a little flattered but still keeping up the playful attitude. "I’m a big girl, Jake. I think I can handle it."
Jake's grin widened, his eyes locking onto yours with that familiar intensity. He leaned in a bit closer, his voice lower now, almost like he was sharing a secret.
"I know you're a big girl," he said with a playful wink. "But that doesn't mean I can't look out for you. Besides, there's something about keeping you close that makes everything a lot more fun."
You could feel the heat of his words, and it made your heart race a little faster. His tone was smooth, almost dangerously charming. It wasn’t hard to tell that he was enjoying getting under your skin, pushing all the right buttons.
You leaned back against the bar, trying to play it cool. "I’m not sure if you’re trying to flirt with me or just make me feel like I’m about to be babysat, but it’s working either way."
Jake laughed softly, his eyes sparkling with that familiar cocky energy. "Maybe a little bit of both," he teased, then added with a smirk, "But hey, if you’d rather I just focus on keeping you entertained instead of worrying about your drinks, I’m all for that too."
You felt the tension between you two, a pull that only seemed to grow stronger with each word. The music of the party seemed to fade out completely as you locked eyes with him again.
"Alright, so what’s your plan then?" you asked, leaning in just slightly.
Jake took a slow step back, his grin never faltering. "How about I show you a quieter spot?" He raised an eyebrow as he glanced toward the stairs. "We can talk a little more. I promise it’s not as boring as it sounds."
You glanced toward the staircase for a moment, then back at him. A part of you was curious, but you weren’t sure if this was just another one of his playful moves—or something more.
"Lead the way," you said, trying to keep your voice casual, though there was a spark of excitement in your chest.
Jake’s smile was triumphant as he gestured toward the stairs. "This way, then."
As you followed him up the stairs, you couldn’t help but notice the way he moved, confident, almost like he knew exactly how to get under your skin. And as you reached the top of the stairs, you realized there was no backing out now—this was going to be one interesting night.
As you and Jake made your way up the stairs, you couldn’t help but notice Sunghoon standing a little further away, his eyes locked on you two. He looked… well, you couldn’t quite place it, but there was definitely something in his gaze. It wasn’t anger, but it wasn’t exactly admiration either. It was like a mix of confusion, jealousy, and, strangely enough, something else.
You could feel it, but you didn’t have time to linger on it too long. Jake's hand brushed yours as you reached the top of the stairs, and the tension between you two was almost unbearable.
Just as you stepped onto the landing, Jake glanced back, only to find Sunghoon still watching you. Their eyes for a split second, and it was almost like a silent exchange, like they were sizing each other up. Sunghoon took a slow sip from his drink, eyes narrowing slightly, almost as if he was giving Jake some kind of… permission.
Jake, on the other hand, didn’t seem fazed. As you passed a group of people laughing and chatting, you caught a glimpse of Heeseung entering a room with a girl. Jake didn’t recognize her at first, but the moment he saw her face, he remembered the girl's name. Ronnie. Heeseung's situationship. Jake lets out a quiet laugh, though he’s already turning his attention back to you.
Jake, still leading you down the quieter part of the hall, was all smiles as he glanced back at you. “So, what do you think? Pretty nice spot, huh?”
You took in the vibe of the hallway. It was quieter here, a little more private, but not entirely deserted. You could still hear some laughter and faint music from the main area of the party. "Yeah, definitely not the worst place to escape to."
Jake turned to face you, a teasing grin on his face. “Well, you know, I don’t just bring anyone up here.”
You smirked, not missing the implication. “I’m honored, then.”
The playful tension was thick between you two now, and you could tell Jake was trying to decide whether to make his move or not. His eyes flickered down to your lips for a moment, and you felt your heart skip a beat. His smirk turned into something more genuine, more real. He wasn’t just playing anymore—he was figuring out whether you were the kind of girl who would let him take the lead, or if you were going to make him work for it.
"You know," Jake says with that same cocky smile, "I’ve been thinking. You really know how to make everything more interesting than it should be. Not that I’m complaining, of course."
You raise an eyebrow, amused. "Oh? I thought I was just keeping things fun."
Jake chuckles, a little more softly this time. "Yeah, but I’m starting to think I might want to keep you to myself tonight. You know, less distractions."
His tone shifts just a little, something softer underneath the teasing. The air between you both feels a little heavier now, the kind of tension that makes your heart race.
As the playful banter continued, you both found yourselves moving a little closer, the tension building. And you both knew this moment was just about ready to hit a tipping point.
But before Jake could make any move, you noticed out of the corner of your eye—Sunghoon. He was still standing down the hall with Jay, but now, there was no mistaking the look on his face. It wasn’t just curiosity anymore. It was… something more. Jake noticed too, and his posture stiffened, though he didn’t acknowledge Sunghoon directly. He just kept his focus on you.
“You know,” Jake said, leaning in a bit more, “we’re not gonna get interrupted here. Not like back downstairs.”
You raised an eyebrow, a small smirk forming. "You sure?"
Jake chuckled softly, eyes glinting with a touch of amusement. "Definitely not."
And just like that, you both knew—you didn’t need to rush this, but the moment had definitely arrived. As the moment stretched on, you realized this was it. The game was on.
The moment lingered in the air like a breath held too long. You and Jake stood there, just inches apart, the weight of it all between you. The conversation had slowed, but not because there was nothing to say—it was because words didn’t feel necessary anymore.
Jake brushed a stray strand of your hair behind your ear, his fingers grazing your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. "You know, you're even more beautiful up close," he murmured, his voice low and smooth.
You smiled, the playful tension still hanging there. "Flattery, huh? Is that how you get girls?"
He grinned, his gaze shifting between your lips and your eyes. "If it works, yeah. But I think you're more than just… a pretty face."
He leaned in, just enough that you could feel his breath against your lips. Jake’s hand lingered on your chin, tilting your face just the right way, and you felt your heart race. His gaze was intense, but there was a softness in the way he looked at you, like he was waiting for permission, even though neither of you had said a word.
"Is this okay?" he asked softly, his voice barely a whisper, as if he needed you to say it aloud before he could take the next step.
You nodded, a slight smile tugging at your lips. "I think you know it is."
And just like that, his lips were on yours.
It wasn’t just a kiss. It was slow, deliberate, as if he was savoring the moment. He deepened the kiss, pulling you closer, his hands now at your waist, holding you tightly, as if the only thing that mattered in that moment was you and him.
His lips moved against yours with a steady pressure, coaxing you to lean into him. You let out a soft breath as the kiss deepened, and for a moment, everything else—the noise of the party, the other people in the house—disappeared entirely.
Jake’s lips were soft but demanding, his touch gentle but confident, and you couldn’t help but respond. His hand moved to the back of your neck, threading his fingers through your hair, and pulling you even closer, if that was even possible. The heat between you two was undeniable, and for once, everything around you felt irrelevant.
Your pulse quickened, your body instinctively reacting to his closeness. His lips were in perfect sync with yours, and the kiss became more urgent, more intense. You could feel his breath against your skin, the way his chest rose and fell with each breath, his heart racing just as fast as yours. His hand moved to your back, drawing you in so tightly you couldn’t tell where you ended and he began.
His lips left yours briefly, and you felt him press his forehead against yours, breathing heavily, the space between you two almost unbearable. His voice was barely a whisper, filled with heat. “You make it hard to stop,” he muttered, his fingers trailing down your back in slow, deliberate motions.
You smirked, your hand brushing against his chest. “You’re not exactly trying to stop.”
Jake chuckled darkly, his lips curving into a smile as he kissed you again, deeper this time. You couldn’t help but respond, your hands finding their way to his shoulders, feeling the strength beneath his clothes. The kiss was no longer just a kiss.
And then, from the corner of your eye, you felt it. Someone was watching.
Sunghoon.
From a distance, he stood there, his eyes fixed on the scene. He hadn’t moved, hadn’t said a word, but the way he watched felt almost too intense. Like he was studying the moment, feeling the tension simmering in his chest, but not knowing what to do with it. His hand tightened around his drink, and Jay, standing beside him, noticed the subtle shift.
“You good?” Jay asked, giving Sunghoon a side glance, confused by the way his friend seemed both intrigued and irritated.
Sunghoon didn’t respond at first, his gaze still locked on Jake and you. His jaw clenched slightly, and for the first time, Jay wondered if there was something more going on in Sunghoon’s head. It was a weird mix of jealousy and something else he couldn’t quite place. Sunghoon didn’t say anything—he just sipped his drink, eyes never leaving the couple.
Meanwhile, Jake, completely oblivious to the silent observer, was enjoying the kiss, the quiet power of the moment. He knew Sunghoon was watching, could feel his presence from the corner of his eye, but he didn’t care. If anything, it made the kiss feel even more thrilling, knowing that someone else—someone who hated him—was helpless to look away.
And when the kiss finally broke, you were both left breathless, eyes locked. The distance between you two had disappeared, and it wasn’t just a physical space. Something else had shifted, something far deeper.
“So,” Jake said, voice husky as he leaned his forehead against yours, “What now, princess?”
You smirked, already feeling the spark between you two. "Guess we wait and see."
But neither of you could deny that the game had just begun.
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author's note: I ADDED AN EASTER EGG YES I INSERTED MYSELF I DONT FUCKING CARE I WANTED TO BE INVOLVED AND NOW IM HEESEUNG'S SITUATIONSHIP THANK YOU. and sunghoon's voyeurish. i wish you all a jubilant evening
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