Heated (Simon D x Reader)
Swiping the back of your hand against your forehead, you cringed at the beads of sweat that made contact with your hand. Summers in Seoul were brutal; being a major city, it was not only hot from the heat, but humid from the amount of people, buildings and roads as well.
No matter how many years you’d lived in South Korea, you were still not used to the stickiness; what made it even worse was that you had just finished helping a friend move apartments, and it was only eleven in the morning. Meaning you still had the rest of the day to suffer in the heat.
The only positive of this day was that once you’d finished helping your friend, you were meeting up with some of the AOMG and H1GHR gang at one of Jay’s many time-share homes that over-looked the sea and had a pool. You’d waited all week for this, and after all the heavy lifting you’d done, you deserved a swim and a nice weekend away.
By time you had gotten back to your apartment a stinking mess, Kiseok had already left, taking your packed bags with him, leaving you with a limited wardrobe to suit the weather. As soon as you had showered, you flicked off a text to Kiseok about the clothing situation, only to receive a message back seconds later.
You’d dug through the wardrobe as Kiseok had instructed and found exactly what he said you would – the bag of clothes that you’d stolen from the set when you were still bitter about Jay double-booking you and another agency model.
The swimsuit you found in the bag was cream in colour – a body-suit styled one-piece where the lower area was made of a base material which then became mesh the further up your body it travelled, leaving your skin exposed, but protected behind the mesh material. On the chest, travelling from each breast to your navel, were embroidered red roses, covering the necessities. It wasn’t anything too exposing – but the expensive material was definitely eye-catching, that you couldn’t deny. Trying to keep your clothing as light as possible, you threw on the black skirt-dungaree over the top, leaving one of the straps unbuckled to accommodate for the fact that it was slightly too small for you now, before putting on a pair of slides and making your way down to the car.
By time you’d arrived at the house, the drive-way was packed with cars; it wasn’t a party weekend per say, but whenever the crew got together, there was always that vibe – fun, alcohol and a whole lot of trouble. Still, you loved being with everyone, having felt lucky to every have been able to meet all of the artists through Kiseok to begin with.
Jumping out of the car, you turned to look at the commotion that was coming from the front door of the house, ‘Yah! Y/N’s here!’ Jun-won yelled, his small eyes lighting up with mischief. You threw him a grin and gave him a half hug, along with Won-jae and Je Wook.
‘What are you three up to?’ you ask, fanning yourself as you stood and talked.
‘We’re just going to get some more drinks and food; Kiseok-형님 and Jay-형님 went out earlier to grab a few things as well, but everyone keeps putting in requests for more stuff so we volunteered to go,’ Won-Jae explains shyly while you nod in understanding.
‘Plus, we’re the only ones who haven’t drunken anything yet, so we had no choice,’ Jun-won adds, the older male attempting to keep his gaze solely on your face, and away from the swimsuit that surprised even him.
They left moments later while you continued into the house, where music was playing and the happy laughter could be heard throughout.
Hyun-jung was the first to spot you as you walked through the house, and she stood quickly, an excited smile on her lips, ‘You made it!’
‘언니!’ you greeted happily, hugging her tight as she stood, a red cup in one hand and a cigarette in the other, ‘Have you been well?’
You greeted the others in the room, giving out hugs left and right, before following Hoody out to the pool where Ju-kyung and Sunghwa were playing in the water. The heat was still unbearable, but as soon as your feet were dipped in to the cold water, you were able to focus on Hoody as she talked animatedly about what she’d been doing since you’d last seen each other.
By time Kiseok had arrived back at the house, you were already in the pool, or more so, sitting on Ju-kyung’s shoulders and wrestling with Sunghwa who had forced himself on top of Hoody for this round once they kept losing.
Your laughter was what attracted Kiseok’s attention – he’d seen your car on the drive and knew instantly that you’d be in the pool; it was the one thing you were looking forward to all week. He just didn’t expect to see you on top of Duck, in a see-through swimsuit.
Leaning against the door frame of the panoramic sliding doors, Kiseok watched with a frown and an uneasy feeling within him as you laughed while versing Sunghwa, your eyes lit up in joy. Jay joined him moments later and whistled low, ‘Y/N owns a swimsuit like that?’
‘She stole it from the Yatch mv after you cut her from the scenes,’ Kiseok mutters, his eyes narrowing as Ju-Kyung’s hands gripped at your thighs, sitting a little too high for his comfort.
Jay snorted, ‘I thought I’d seen it somewhere. Tell her she can keep it…And that I’ll buy her more, as long as we get to see her in them more often,’ he teases the older male, knowing how he got when it came to you.
‘Yah!’ Kiseok hisses, glaring at his friend before turning back to see that you’d succeeded in pushing Gray into the water. As you celebrated with Ju-kyung, giving a celebratory hug once you’d come down from his shoulders, Kiseok cleared his throat to make himself known.
As soon as you heard him, you turned and grinned, ‘You’re back!’
‘Mm,’ he hums, eyeing Ju-kyung who was bright pink from your hug, ‘We just got in.’
‘Do you need held unpacking the bags?’ you ask, having cooled off enough to actually volunteer to help around the house.
‘Sure,’ Kiseok shrugs while you step out of the water. His heart thrummed at the sight of you – your legs had already begun to darken from the sun, not by much, but he knew your body like his own and noticed the smaller details. The swim-suit you wore revealed the matching tattoo you’d gotten last year on his birthday, sitting on your spine. He hated this feeling – the possessive, jealous feeling that came around every so often, but he couldn’t help but feel that there were some parts of your body that only he should see; secret places and beauty marks that only he should know.
As you dried yourself off with a towel, too preoccupied with the task at hand, Kiseok took off his short-sleeve button-up and placed it on your shoulders, leaving him in his plain white top, ‘Here, just wear this…Have you got pants?’
You shook your head, not noticing how he had checked over his shoulder to where the younger members of the group who had been watching as you bent over, making sure that they’d all looked away, as you slightly buttoned the shirt, ‘I don’t think I’ll need one…This is pretty much a dress on me…Plus I’ll probably get back in the pool once we’re finished.’
You gave him a peck on the corner of his lips and murmured a thank you for the shirt before walking back into the house happily and unaware of the stares at your legs and your boyfriend’s ever-growing discomfort.
By time you’d unpacked all the groceries and refilled chip and dip bowls, you were hot again. Kiseok had been quiet as you both worked, nodding every so often but otherwise having no input into the conversation.
It wasn’t unusual for him to be quiet – you were a talker while he was a listener, but even this was too quiet for him.
‘Are you alright?’ you ask Kiseok as he walked you up to the room you were sharing so that you could get the layout of the house.
‘I’m fine.’
‘You sure?’ you ask gently, moving to hold his hand despite the fact that you were clammy.
Rejecting your touch by snatching his hand away, he nods, ‘I said I’m fine.’
‘Oh…Okay,’ you nod in surprise.
His behaviour only worsened as the day wore on – if you weren’t laying on the loungers beside the pool talking to his hoobae, you were in the pool still talking to his hoobae.
He tried to not let it bother him – it had been a while since the kids had last saw you, and a lot of them were fond of you, but Kiseok drew a line at the sight of you helping Won-Jae put on sun-screen lotion.
He’d moved quicker than ever from the air-conned living-room that over-looked the backyard, to you and the younger artist sitting near the end of the pool, ‘Yah!’
‘Why?’ you ask Kiseok casually as you rubbed at Won-Jae’s back. You’d just spent the last twenty minutes growling him for not wearing lotion – he was so pale that the sun would cook him alive without putting on the cream.
He was shy, though, shier than what he let on, and had given you a quiet ‘ok’ seconds before you leapt into action.
Pushing your hands aside, Kiseok threw you a glare before turning to Won-Jae and squeezing an unnecessary amount of cream on to his back, ‘I’ll do it.’
‘Kiseok, I was almost finished,’ you tell him with a roll of your eyes, ‘And you’ve put way too much on!’
Kiseok was not gentle. No, in fact he was almost slapping the lotion on, leaving red marks all over Won-Jae’s back while you tisked in disapproval. Once Won-Jae had bowed and practically scattered away, you looked Kiseok with a frown, ‘Yah, what was that all about?’
‘Nothing,’ Kiseok responded, getting up and walking away before you could say anything else. You were unable to dwell on Kiseok’s behaviour once Hoody called you from the pool and beckoned for you to get in to the water, reminding you of a Siren as she grinned cheekily.
Soon enough, night-fell and the sun took a lot of the blatant heat with it; Kiseok had been missing in action for a majority of the day, which you’d not had time to pay attention too – it seemed every few minutes, someone else was asking for your time and attention which you happily gave, simply enjoying the fact that you were with friends in such a relaxing environment.
Dressed in an over-sized shirt that you tied at the front, exposing part of your midriff in hopes of it helping you keep cool, and a pair of loose denim shorts, you sat beside Chase and happily chatted away in English; he had been telling you animatedly about the tour they’d all just returned from and was giving you a demonstration of one of the many fan girls who had gotten too close; his hand was holding yours as he continued the story, explaining how the fan had practically held him captive through hand-holding in the alley-way. You were laughing happily at the fan’s antics and the story when Kiseok loudly stated from across the room near the grills, ‘Yah, Y/N, I didn’t bring you here to flirt with my company members.’
The group of people in hearing distance, which was practically everyone, all suddenly became quiet as they looked between a surprised you and a pissed off Kiseok.
Immediately, Chase’s hand dropped yours while Kiseok turned and looked at Jay, laughing obnoxiously, ‘At least Chase got my drift.’
‘Ah, jeez 형,’ Jay grumbled, his voice carrying through the awkward air, ‘Way to make everyone uncomfortable.’
‘It’s not like it’s a lie right?’ Kiseok asks the room as if it were an open discussion, ‘Half of these shameless fools were drooling over her body all day, anyway;’
You scratched at your arm, uncomfortable with being the topic of conversation before putting on a fake smile and murmuring, ‘자기야…Let’s talk somewhere else huh?’
Kiseok didn’t reply, instead he took another swig from his bottle, his eyes remaining on you as you excused yourself from Chase and your conversation, and gingerly walked past the long table where everyone sat, avoiding your gaze, to tug at his arm, ‘Follow me.’
Kiseok rolled his eyes but did as you asked, leaving his bottle at the grill, the conversation picking up once more, only a little quieter and a lot more uncomfortable.
You walked to the bedroom and closed the door once Kiseok had entered, throwing himself down on the edge of the bed and looking up at you lazily, ‘What?’
You were already near the verge of shedding tears – you were embarrassed, not only did he say something inappropriate, not to mention a private issue in front of your friends, but the younger artists who were new to the gang and were already feeling a little out of place.
‘Why did you say that?’ you ask him, upset, ‘I haven’t done anything wrong!’
He scoffed, rolling his eyes and looking the other way, ‘Right.’
‘Tell me,’ you say, tapping at your chest, ‘if you have an issue with something Kiseok; don’t just pick a fight in front of everyone. That’s embarrassing!’
He leaned against his elbows, looking out the window and shook his head in disagreement. Frustrated, you raised your voice, ‘I’m talking to you Kiseok.’
‘Why’d you put lotion on Won-Jae?’ he asks coldly, turning to look at you with narrowed eyes. Incredulous you sputter, ‘He was walking around in 30-degree heat with porcelain skin and that stupid beanie of his on his head! He needed it!’
‘So why did you put it on? Why not let one of the other girls do it?’ he asked, referring to some of the party-girls that Jay had invited during the day time.
It had taken months for Won-Jae to get used to you, yet alone strangers who were at the house for the sole purpose of flaunting themselves. And besides that, you’d practically forced the poor boy to put the lotion on his body, anyway.
‘What about Duck? Why’d you let him touch your body? Or Chase hold your hands?’ Kiseok asked rapidly, his accent coming out thick as he accused, ‘And why the hell did you wear that damn swim-suit? Do you know how many people were staring at you today?’
‘Kiseok, it was a one piece that covered my body even though it was net-mesh,’ you defended. You personally didn’t see anything wrong with the swim-suit. It hid your body better than a two-piece ever would, and it hid away some of the flaws that you believed you had, without you having to cover up completely, ‘And I don’t think what I wear is something you should be deciding!’
Kiseok scoffed, ‘So what? You’re going to keep wearing clothes to get the attention of the kids out there?’
‘I’m not trying to do that at all! It’s hot, Kiseok! I’m not going to cover up for the sake of your jealousy.’
‘This isn’t about my jealousy,’ he argues heatedly, his hands swaying in all directions, ‘I’m just saying that you’re wearing clothes that are giving everyone else a bad image of you! They all probably think you’re easy because you’re walking around half naked like some slut!’
You gaped at him, your mouth in the shape of an O as you took in his words, the tears that had threatened to fall, eventually making their way down your cheeks, ‘I am not a slut, Kiseok.’
Kiseok’s ranting halted as soon as he saw your tears, ‘I didn’t mean it like that!’
‘Whatever, Kiseok,’ you muttered, looking down at your feet, ‘I don’t want to talk about this anymore.’
‘Babe,’ Kiseok called as you left the room, swiping at your tears and unravelling your shirt so that it hung down properly, ‘Come on, you know I didn’t mean that.’
Making your way back down the stairs, you stopped in the hallway and checked yourself in the mirror; your eyes were slightly red-rimmed, but otherwise not too bad despite the slight sting you felt from the tears. Petting your face to flush your cheeks, you frowned at yourself before letting out a sigh and plastering on a small smile.
You re-joined the group moments later and apologized, ‘Sorry about him, he’s just feeling crabby today from all of the heat,’ you excused while everyone sung back choruses of ‘it’s okay,’ and ‘don’t worry about it’, ignoring the obvious fact that you’d cried.
By time Kiseok had come back down the stairs and joined the party again, you were already halfway through your meal. You’d opted to sit beside Hoody and Jay, the two safest options within the large group of people gathered. Kiseok sat at the head of the table, not far from Jay, his eyes constantly wandering back to you as you talked quietly with Hoody, who threw him occasional glares.
As you sat and cut your steak, Kiseok asked hesitantly, ‘Baby, can you please pass me the salt.’
The table continued their conversation but were obviously aware of the tension between you and Kiseok. Sighing, you got out of your chair and grabbed the salt shakers from further down the table before walking them back to Kiseok and placing them in front of him, ‘Here.’
Gouging your mood and the fact that he’d acted like an ass, Kiseok sighed knowing he’d upset you and it would be a long night before you were ready to let him grovel, yet along properly talk and apologize to you. Giving his thanks, you nodded stiffly in return before walking back to your seat; Kiseok didn’t fail to miss the fact that you’d loosened your shirt, and instead of feeling relieved, he felt nothing but guilt.
You gave Kiseok the cold shoulder all night.
If you were sitting at the pool edge, talking to some of the guys who’d gotten back into the pool after dinner, and he’d join you, you’d quickly make your excuses and get up, finding another group to talk to.
Jay, Chase and Hoody observed in amazement as they watched from the table they sat at, all with beers in their hand, ‘Look at that fool, he’s following her around like a lost puppy.’
‘That’s because he acted like an ass,’ Hoody tells the two men with confidence, ‘He made her cry, and now he feels bad.’
‘Did Y/N tell you that?’ Jay asks in wonder at her insight.
Hoody rolled her eyes, ‘You’re not that observant of the little details for someone who does a lot of the hiring for our label.’
Jay brushed off the comment as Hoody continued, ‘She had red eyes when she came out; there’s only two things that give you red eyes like that, and we all know that Y/N isn’t a smoker. Serves Kiseok-형님 right anyway. Our Y/N’s an angel. Everyone here has a lot of time for her – he’s lucky she even deals with all of his shit.’
The trio couldn’t help but agree with that. They’d witnessed the relationship between you and Kiseok go through thick and thin, and you had always remained as his strong back bone and constant support; you were a rarity in their world.
It was late when you found yourself in the bedroom, freshly showered and ready for bed. You’d excused yourself while the party was in full swing, the effects of your busy day hitting you at once as it neared one in the morning.
While you’d showered, Kiseok had followed you up to the room, and was sitting on the edge of the bed, his head hung low as he sulked at your ignoring of him.
He’d prefer you yelling and screaming at him than pretending he didn’t exist. Rubbing his face tiredly he sighed regretfully at his behaviour, before looking up at you hopefully as you re-entered the room wrapped in a towel.
Ignoring Kiseok, you dried yourself before pulling on a loose shirt and underwear; drying your hair with the towel and turning on the fan so that you were cool even during the night, you continued to move around the room, prepping yourself to sleep. As you walked past Kiseok for the millionth time, he quickly snatched at you and pulled you into his lap, ‘Yah…Let’s stop this now, huh?’
You tried to push him away, only for him to hold you tighter, locking you in his embrace.
‘Get off,’ you grumbled, ‘It’s too hot.’
‘I’m sorry about what I said earlier. I don’t think you’re a slut, or any other nasty name like that. I don’t.’
You kept trying to escape his touch, not wanting a bar of it. Still, he held you, burying his face into the crook of your neck, ‘I was being stupid all day, and let my jealousy get the best of me. I know you’d never do what I said you were doing, and that I was just being stupid.’
He didn’t let you respond, instead he held you lovingly and rocked slightly, ‘And I know that I shouldn’t tell you how to dress, or what you should do with your body. I’m just not used to all of these guys being around you – especially not the younger ones…On top of that, your legs looked so nice today, and everyone was staring…’
You gave him an annoyed look to which he smiled sheepishly, ‘But I still shouldn’t have said all of that in front of the group. I’m sorry for embarrassing you, and for talking to you like I did earlier.’
You sighed and muttered, ‘Kiseok, I’m not here to impress anyone. I’m here because it’s the hottest summer since 1997 and I really wanted to swim. I used what was available to me at the time, which if you think about it – without the ridiculous jealousy and pettiness – you’ll see is actually a modest swimsuit.’
As you spoke, Kiseok nodded in agreement while staring at your lips, making you wonder if he was even listening at all. Still you continued.
‘–And, I love Won-Jae, but like a mother hen. He needs protecting!’ you defended, having ranted for the last three minutes about all the things Kiseok did wrong. Just as you opened your mouth to keep up the momentum of your rant, Kiseok smiled and kissed your lips gently, halting any chance of a conversation.
‘You talk too much,’ he mumbles against your lips a moment later. He planted several more kisses on your face before releasing you. You stood and sighed, giving up on being angry with him as he smiled happily up at you – it was just too hard to resist him.
‘Apologize to Chase tomorrow, and baby Won-Jae too,’ you say as you walk to your side of the bed and sit on the edge while Kiseok sprawled in the centre of the bed, his hand scratching at your back soothingly.
‘I will.’
‘And I’m going to wear another bathing suit tomorrow, and you better not say shit about it,’ you warn him, looking over your shoulder to where he was laying, propped on one elbow while the other stayed in contact with your body.
‘Fine.’
‘And you better not speak to me like you did today ever again, or else you’re dead-meat,’ you warn him, though the threat came out gentle.
‘I won’t. I promise.’
You nodded in satisfaction before laying back on the bed, only to have Kiseok lace his arms around your body and cling to you – his usual reaction to whenever you fought and made up, was to force you to stay by his side until he felt reassured that you guys were okay. Usually it was okay, but the warm summer’s night breeze left no room for his cuddles.
‘Yah,’ you groan moments later having just escaped his clutches only to be pulled back in, ‘It’s too hot for this. I’m going to start sweating again.’
‘You’ll be sweating soon anyway,’ he says suggestively, kissing at the base of your neck.
‘Fat chance,’ you tell him with an eyeroll, heaving him away while he pouted, attempting to crawl back into your personal bubble while your held him back with your hand, ‘Go and shower, you stink!’
‘Stink of love for you baby, come here,’
‘You’re so gross!’ you squeal as he managed to pull you into another crushing hug and blowing a raspberry into your neck, ‘Yah! Get lost!’
Laughing, Kiseok lay on top of you, his nose brushing yours while he laced his fingers through your own, ‘I really am sorry about earlier. I don’t like making you feel bad, baby.’
‘I know you are and I know you don’t,’ you murmur as he gave a sad smile, the playfulness gone.
You stroked his face gently while he leaned into your embrace, his lips kissing the palm of your hand tenderly and murmured, ‘I’m so lucky to have you.’
‘You’re not wrong,’ you respond with a smile, giving him a quick kiss before shoving him off and cutting away the sad tension as you told him sternly, ‘Now go shower!’
Nodding, Kiseok did as you said; and on return, found you fast asleep, one leg sticking outside of the sheet you had used to substitute a blanket, and your arm hugging a pillow to your chest. Smiling at the sight, he shook his head and walked into the wardrobe to get changed, only to halt in surprise and dread as his eyes took in the outfits you’d prepared for tomorrow.
More so, the swim-suit made up of small triangular pieces and bits of string that made today’s swimsuit look like a nun’s gown.
‘God damn it,’ he cursed to himself with a shake of his head, ‘You should have just been grateful for what she wore today,’ he says woefully as he glares at the clothing with hate, ‘Aish.’