AFTER HOURS ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ⌞lee heeseung x reader⌝
fwb!heeseung x reader — part 7
NOTES : can you tell i'm deprived of ni-ki content.. anyways we are so back!! lmk what you guys think of them rn.. bc i need ni-ki so bad.. so bad ALSO lmk if i forget to add you to my taglist !! i read through the comments and saw that i forgot a few sorry 💔
𓏲ּ𝄢 now playing : cinderella — mac miller
CHAPTERS ─── 01 02 / 02.5 03 04 05 06 07
the bass hit your chest before you even crossed the threshold of the club. stepping inside, the atmosphere swallowed you whole. flashing neon lights and the thick, hazy air, casting sharp shadows across the sea of moving bodies on the dance floor. the scent of spilled alcohol, expensive cologne, and sweet smoke hung heavy in the room, creating a dizzying blur of sensory overload.
right beside you, sunoo and jungwon were already practically yelling over the roar of the music, debating their first move of the night.
"we need to get to the dance floor before it gets too packed!" sunoo shouted, gesturing towards the center of the room where the crowd was dancing.
jungwon shook his head, a playful smirk on his face as he yelled back, "no way, we need a solid plan first. let's find a table or grab a spot near the upper railing so we actually have room to breathe!"
as they kept bickering, you stood slightly behind them, your eyes drifting aimlessly toward the flashing lights. your mind was completely elsewhere, heavy with thoughts you had been trying to outrun all evening.
"hey." a low voice cut through your thoughts.
you blinked, snapping out of your daze to find niki looking down at you. his hands shoved casually into his pockets, but his eyes were sharp and attentive. before you could offer a fake smile to brush it off, niki reached out and lightly tapped sunoo on the shoulder.
"hey, sunoo," niki called out, his tone effortless. "do us a favor and go buy the first round of drinks? y/n and i will find us a spot."
sunoo opened his mouth, a dramatic pout already forming on his lips to complain about being put on drink duty. but before a single word could escape him, jungwon caught sight of someone across the room. his face lit up, and he grabbed sunoo by the elbow, completely cutting him off.
"perfect timing, come with me first!" jungwon dragged a sputtering sunoo away. "i see jake and a few others over by the vip section. let’s go say hi, you can buy drinks later,"
within seconds, the two of them vanished into the crowd, leaving you and niki completely alone in the middle of the chaotic entryway.
niki let out a soft huff of amusement, turning his head back to look at you. "well, that was quick. come on."
he guided you through the thick of the crowd towards the main bar, his hand briefly hovering near the small of your back to keep you from getting separated. niki caught the bartender's eye and ordered two drinks, tapping his fingers against the sticky wood surface.
you raised an eyebrow, a small, amused smile finally breaking through your gloomy mood. "are you seriously going to buy drinks even though you literally just told sunoo to go get some?"
he turned to you, leaning his elbow on the bar counter with a relaxed, casual charm. "sunoo is going to get distracted by jungwon’s friends and forget about us for at least twenty minutes. i know how this works. besides," he murmured, his voice softening just a fraction as the bartender slid the glasses over, "you looked like you needed one right now."
he handed you your glass. you took a long, steady sip, letting the burning liquid temporarily numb the anxious knot in your throat. for a few minutes, you both just drank and watched the crowd, the silence between you comfortable.
niki set his glass down and turned his body fully towards you, his expression shifting from his usual carefree persona to something much more grounding. "alright, out with it. why are you zoning out so much tonight? you've been stuck in your own head since we got into the car."
you looked down at the ice melting in your glass, a heavy sigh escaping your lips. "it’s heeseung," you confessed, the name tasting bitter on your tongue. "i'm just so tired, niki. it’s like this never-ending cycle. one day he treats me so well—like i'm the only person who matters—and then the next day, he completely shuts me out and acts like I'm a stranger. it makes me feel crazy."
niki didn't interrupt. he listened intently, his jaw tightening slightly at the mention of heeseung's name, but he kept his focus entirely on you.
as you spoke, the frustration and hurt began to catch up to you. your eyes grew slightly glossy under the neon lights, and your face crumbled just a bit, the raw emotion breaking through your defenses.
noticing the shift, niki immediately moved closer, his playful instincts kicking in to protect you from your own sad thoughts. "hey, none of that tonight," he said softly, a gentle, familiar smirk returning to his face. "we came out to forget about all of that. remember freshman year? when we used to get so sick of studying for finals that we’d sneak onto the school rooftop?"
a small, breathless laugh escaped you at the memory. "we almost got suspended for that."
"exactly," niki laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "we had to hide behind those massive rusted water tanks for an hour because the security guard wouldn't leave. you were terrified, clutching my sleeve like your life depended on it, and i had to spend the whole time cracking terrible jokes just to keep you from crying and giving us away." he leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a warm, comforting tone. "high school was a mess, but we survived it. didn't we?"
hearing him talk about the old days brought a genuine warmth back to your chest. the tension in your shoulders disappeared, and you started talking back and forth, laughing over old memories and completely losing track of time as the drinks began to settle into your system.
suddenly, the crowd shifted violently. a guy who had taken too many shots came stumbling backward out of the dance floor, completely blind to his surroundings. he was about to crash directly into you.
before the impact could happen, niki’s reflexes kicked in. in one swift motion he reached out, caught you by the waist, and pulled you firmly against his chest, tucking you safely in his arms.
the stumbling guy staggered past, completely oblivious. niki’s head snapped toward the guy, his brows furrowing in irritation as he muttered under his breath, "what is wrong with him,"
but you weren't looking at the guy. you weren't looking at anything but niki.
with niki caging you in, you looked up at him, completely paralyzed. the flickering lights washed over his face, catching the perfect slope of his nose and the sharp angle of his jawline. in the chaotic, messy lighting of the club, he looked utterly breathtaking—completely stripped of the "silly best friend" persona you had known all your life.
your breath caught in your throat as your gaze drifted down to his hand, which was still wrapped firmly around your waist. his fingers were splayed wide against your skin, the heat of his palm seeping right through your clothes, holding you against him with a sudden protectiveness.
niki slowly turned his head back down to look at you, realizing you hadn't moved. His dark eyes met yours, and the irritation on his face melted away, replaced by a softened look.
the deafening bass of the speakers and the shouting of the crowded bar didn't stop. the flashing lights faded into a background glow. the world narrowed down entirely to the two of you—the heavy thud of his heart against your chest, the intoxicating scent of his cologne, and the intense focus of his eyes on yours.
he didn't let go of your waist. instead, he leaned down just an inch, his lips tilting into a soft, almost unreadable expression as he casually murmured over the noise, "what were we talking about again? heeseung?"
you tried to answer but all you could focus on was him. the pounding music and shouting voices didn’t stop, but they blurred into a harmless hum, drowned out by the sudden rush of blood in your ears. he was looking at you like you were the only person in the entire building. his unwavering eye contact, paired with the slight tremble of his fingers on your waist, sent shivers down your spine. you could feel the heat radiating off his chest through your clothes. the hand on your hip, which had started as a careful gesture, now felt dangerous—locking you both inside a private bubble where the rest of the world couldn't reach.
you tried to say something, but your voice came out as a fragile whisper, swallowed by the muffled roar of the music.
"i hate how he makes me feel sometimes."
because he couldn't hear you, niki leaned down. he tilted his head, his ear brushing close to your lips as he waited for you to repeat yourself. his proximity sent a wave of heat rushing straight to your face. your cheeks flushed a deep, burning crimson, and your stomach did a violent flip. nervousness seized you, your chest heaving as the scent of his cologne filled your senses, making your head spin faster than any drink ever could.
but you kept quiet. the words caught in your throat, paralyzed by how close he was.
realizing something was wrong, he slowly leaned back. but he didn't step away. he only brought his head up until you were standing face-to-face, your noses nearly touching. the space between your lips was practically nonexistent. you could feel the warmth of his breath against your mouth, anchoring you to the spot.
"niki..." you whispered, your voice trembling.
he didn't say a word. his gaze dropped to your lips, lingering there for a heartbeat that felt like an hour. the tension between you could've been felt from a mile away.
you were his best friend, but a part of him had never moved on from the crush he had on you back in freshman year. he had buried those feelings deep, acting like the guy who never took anything seriously and always joked around. whenever other guys broke your heart and left you crying, niki was always the one to answer your calls first, comforting you while silently swallowing his own agony. he played the part of the carefree best friend perfectly. but sometimes, even sunoo or jake noticed the cracking facade. they saw the truth he tried so hard to hide. and while you were busy looking over at heeseung, his gaze had never once left your face.
his jaw tightened. a low, breathless "fuck" slipped past his lips, and before you could even draw another breath, he leaned in and finally crashed his mouth onto yours.
you surrendered to him completely, gasping into his mouth. without breaking the kiss, his hand tightened on your waist, fingers bruising against your hip as he dragged your body flush against his. he angled his head, deepening the kiss with a fierce intensity that stole the remaining air right out of your lungs. it felt like he couldn't live another second without tasting you—a feeling you thought only heeseung could give you.
all you could feel was the heat radiating from niki’s body and the steady, heavy thud of his heart under your palms, which had instinctively landed on his shoulders.
you pulled back just a fraction, your lips swollen and your heart hammering a frantic rhythm against your ribs.
"niki… we don’t have to—heeseung isn’t even here," you whispered against his mouth.
you expected him to drop his hands. instead, niki’s eyes darkened. he didn’t let go, he pulled you even closer, until there wasn't a single inch of air left between you. he leaned down, his lips brushing against your mouth again, sending a sharp electric chill down your spine.
"shh," he breathed, the word a low, vibrating command that made your knees go weak.
as you tried to part your lips to speak again, he didn't give you the chance. he chased after your mouth, his head tilting to catch your lips in a kiss that was deeper, hungrier, and more desperate than the one before. it was a possessive, certain movement—like he’d been waiting a lifetime to silence you this way. you tried to tilt your head back, a small hum escaping you, which made him smirk as he continued kissing you. his hand slid up from your waist to the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair to hold you right where he wanted you.
"please," he murmured against your lips, a raw, broken plea that completely shattered whatever resolve you had left.
his entire focus narrowed down to the way you felt in his arms and the way you were finally melting against him. every time you tried to catch your breath, he was there, reclaiming your lips, chasing the sound of your soft sighs as if he was trying to memorize the taste of you.
niki was completely coming undone. he was usually the one who kept it together, but holding you like this had short-circuited his brain. he was addicted to the touch of your lips. all five of his senses had stopped working properly. he didn't hear the music or see the crowd; he only felt and tasted you. niki held you with a desperate tightness, trying to merge his body with yours to finally close the gap between you. he was drowning in your scent and the heavy cologne you gave him for his birthday—the only one he ever wore—and the heat of your skin made his mind go blank.
you clutched his shoulders, your fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt. "niki, wait—people are going to see..."
he didn't pull away. he simply shifted his focus to the curve of your jaw, his breath warm against your skin. "let them look," he muttered, the vibration of his voice sending heat straight to your core.
his lips traveled higher, pressing a slow, heavy kiss to the sensitive spot right beneath your ear. a soft, involuntary whimper escaped your throat at the touch, the sound completely drowned out by the thumping bass of the club but echoing loudly between the two of you. hearing it, niki froze for a fraction of a second. he slowly began to pull back, his hands loosening slightly on your waist as if to give you space and check if he was pushing things too far.
but your mind was too clouded by his proximity. before he could fully step away, your hands instinctively slid from his shoulders to the back of his neck, pulling him right back down as you chased after his lips, desperate to close the distance he had just created.
it was a sudden, dizzying realization. for years, niki had just been your silly best friend—the guy who cracked dumb jokes and made you laugh when you wanted to cry.
your hazy mind spun, unable to tell if you genuinely wanted to kiss him or if the alcohol was simply blurring your judgment, but right now, the heat of his skin, and the possessive grip of his hands on your body drew you in and made you crave him in a way you never thought was possible.
niki let out a low, ragged breath against your mouth, surprised by your boldness. Instead of kissing you immediately, he caught your jaw with his thumb, gently tilting your head up so you had no choice but to look him dead in the eye. his dark gaze scanned your flushed cheeks and your trembling, swollen lips.
"you're so beautiful like this," he whispered, his voice rough and completely opposite of his usual playful teasing. "are you sure you want this, baby? because if I keep going, i'm not going to stop."
you could only nod. a wave of impatience washed over you, your heart hammering a frantic rhythm against your ribs as you looked up at him. "you talk too much," you whispered, tugging lightly at the fabric of his shirt to pull him down. "just kiss me.", your voice a desperate plea against his mouth.
a dark, breathless smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "you're so impatient, baby," he murmured, his voice a low vibration that sent a thrill straight down your spine.
the response seemed to completely short-circuit whatever restraint niki had left. he leaned down and crashed his mouth onto yours once more, his hand tangling firmly in your hair to hold you right where he wanted you. he seemed determined to make this moment last, as if he was trying to memorize everything about it before the reality of the night set back in.
one hand remained anchored in your your, but his other hand slipped beneath the hem of your top, his palm warm and steady against your bare skin. his hand traveled downward, his thumb tracing a firm, lingering path along your thigh as if he was trying to memorize every curve of you right there in the middle of the club.
hearing you whimper drew his focus to your throat. he pressed lingering, wet kisses along the sensitive curve of your neck before trailing them up to your jaw. every time you let out a small moan—which didn't go unnoticed by him—or tried to shift in his hold, his grip only tightened, pulling you flush against him until you could feel the frantic thud of his heart. he doesn't want you to move. he wants you right here, caged between his body where he could finally claim every inch of you he’d been dreaming about since freshman year.
for a moment, the overwhelming rush of his feelings took over, making him forget everything else. the original plan to make heeseung jealous seemed to die in his mind as he realized he never really intended to let you go.
but as his arms held you close, his eyes drifted open, turning half-lidded and cold. he wasn't looking at you anymore.
his gaze locked onto the club entrance, his eyes narrowing as he caught heeseung's stare through the flashing neon lights. he deepened the kiss right then and there—leaving you completely oblivious to the man watching from across the room as you let yourself enjoy this moment.
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