𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 lee heeseung, your neighbour upstairs, has his weird approaches to romance
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sru says a little f1 knowledge is needed in the 5th slide n i will kiss u if u got it :3 plus idk why i talk so much because its stretching and i feel like this smau will have 10+ episodes TT
Summary: the black sheep of the family ends up being forced to get married to Park jongseong. And not only that, but also she’s forced to make him fall for her.
Warnings: family expectations, fake friends, family mistreatment, Niki smokes,… that’s it for now
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - …
𝗜𝗦𝗦𝗨𝗘 𝗡𝗢. 𝟬𝟬𝟮 엔하이픈
𝗜𝗦𝗦𝗨𝗘 𝗡𝗢. 𝟬𝟬𝟮 off the record ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴘʀᴏɢʀᴇꜱꜱ
when three idol transfer students arrive at one of Seoul's most prestigious private academies, they quickly learn there's one classmate everyone warns them to avoid. armed with nothing but rumors and first impressions, they mistake the school's most misunderstood girl for exactly what everyone claims she is.
ⓘ fluff: multi-enha memebers ⋆ misunderstandings ⋆ high school au ⋆ members are still idols ⋆ reader accused of bullying ⋆ series
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Your heels clicked against the polished hallway floors, students stepping out of your way before you even reached them. Your friend, Ha-eun-ah, smiled apologetically, bowing to most of them as she followed your descent.
You slammed open the doors to class 2-A. She was easy to pick out from the rest, sitting on her desk like it was some kind of throne. Your face scrunched a little at her blonde bob—it still looked terrible.
“Seo —a/ya.” She smiled, setting her nail file on the desk beside her thigh. “What brings you all the way to the second year’s hall?”
“You know why I’m here.” You crossed your arms, taking a stance.
She tilted her head upward and tapped her cheek. “No, sorry,” she shrugged, “it slips my mind.”
Your jaw locked and you stepped forward, teeth grinding. Your palm came crashing down onto the desk beside her, forcing her to look up at you.
“You’re causing a scene,” her grin was smug—and it pissed you off even more. “Why don’t we take this somewhere private.” Her gaze slid past you, but her expression remained arrogant.
Before you could answer, hurried footsteps thundered down the hallway.
The classroom door flew open.
“They’re here!”
And just like that, your situation seemed to be forgotten by all—at least momentarily. Han Chae-won pushed you aside and followed the crowd.
“We should get going too,” Ha-eun-ah said. “Ms. Ae is going to be mad if we show up late.”
Your eyes narrowed, “You didn’t have to come with me.”
“No,” she smiled, “But I wanted to.”
You clicked your tongue. “Whatever.”
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“Move.” You glared, shoving your way through the mob of students.
Every single one did as you asked, making way for you and Ha-eun-ah. “Woah.” She murmured, halting beside you in the entryway of class 3-A.”
Your arms fell to your side as you pushed your way in through the barrier. Three boys sat in the front row, chatting. You recognized them just like everyone else, and though you couldn’t say you were impressed, it did feel weird seeing them in your school’s uniform—not because you were so used to seeing them on magazine covers, but because it was your school’s uniform.
“What are you doing?” Your spine jolted straight up and the conversations immediately died out.
“Let’s go.” Ha-eun-ah took your hand and pulled you to the back where your seats were. Everyone else did the same, running back to their desks just as your homeroom teacher—and a few others—shooed the other classes out of the hall.
“Well,” Ms. Ae adjusted her glasses and tucked back a strand of brown hair. “Since most of you have already met them, I’ll skip the formal introductions.”
“Sorry,” Kim Sun-woo spoke first, “We just got excited—”
“We should have waited.” Park Jong-seong added and you couldn’t help but scoff.
“That's understandable,” Ms. Ae said with a sigh, “but there's a time and place for everything. I hope you'll remember that next time.”
“Yes, Ma’am.” They lowered their heads, bowing in their seats.
“Good.” She smiled, “Listen up class, these are your new peers. Treat them well.”
“Please take care of us.” Kim Sun-woo bowed. Laughter spilled across the room, never reaching you. Instead, one of your eyebrows lifted and you turned your attention back to the window.
Ha-eun-ah leaned into your line of sight with an encouraging smile, blocking the view outside.
“Be nice," she whispered.
You rolled your eyes and turned away, resting your cheek against your palm.
This was ridiculous. You were always nice.
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Sun-woo watched Sung-hoon doodle a little cat in the margin of his notebook.
“You’re not going to eat?” Sun-woo asked, leaning over his shoulder.
Sung-hoon shrugged, keeping his gaze down.
“If you want,” one of their new classmates asked, “I can get you something from the cafeteria.”
Sung-hoon smiled, small but polite, “That’s kind, but I’m alright.”
“Are you sure?” Another classmate asked. Sun-woo noticed a little twitch in his eyebrow before he said as much.
“Sorry—” the group's attention turned to the ruckus near the door.
“Yeah,” he said, seeming to spare one final glance at the girl he’d run into.
“Who was that?”
He shrugged and lowered into his seat, “Not sure.”
Their classmates shared odd looks with each other before one finally decided to speak up. “That was Seo —a/ya. She’s not very friendly with anyone in class.”
“Yeah, don’t mind her much,” another jumped in. “She’s like that with everyone.”
“Most of us stay away from her because of that foul attitude she carries.”
Sun-woo frowned, taking this into consideration. He’d noticed her briefly before. She sat in the back, and didn’t seem like the type to voluntarily answer questions. Maybe he should try getting to know her first… though if everyone was saying this… He turned to Jong-seong. “What did she say?”
His friend shrugged, averting his gaze, clearly recalling the brief encounter. “Not much. I bumped into her and then I apologized.”
“...And?”
“Nothing. She just looked at me.”
“And then?”
He itched the back of his neck, “She walked away.” Sung-hoon tilted his head, a frown tugging down his lips.
“Maybe she didn’t hear you.” Sun-woo suggested.
“She definitely heard me.”
His lips pressed together, “Oh.”
“So, is she always like that?” Jong-seong turned to their classmates, but asked no one in particular.
“Pretty much.”
“Why?” Sun-woo leaned forward.
One of the girls shrugged, “She comes from an influential family, I mean, most of us do, but she’s on a whole other level.”
“Yeah—and because of that she thinks she’s like—untouchable.”
“She doesn't apologize either—”
“Oh yeah—didn’t someone report her for bullying last year?”
“I mean… yeah, but nothing came of it.”
“Because she got away with it?”
“Or because no one actually knew what happened.”
“To be honest, none of us really know her.” A male student quieted the others, who kept talking over each other. “She keeps to herself, and she’s not really talkative so it's hard to approach her.”
Sun-woo took all this in, trying to piece together an image of this mystery classmate of his. The stories didn't quite match the person he'd seen sitting by the window earlier.
Around him, he could see his friends doing the same. Jong-seong was frowning slightly, definitely debating with himself about the situation, while Sung-hoon's brows remained creased in thought.
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You stretched, twisting your neck to the side. “Gosh,” you breathed.
Ha-eun-ah laughed, and you threw her a half-hearted glare. She covered her mouth before returning to the page in her workbook that was spread across the table.
Your nails clicked against your phone screen as you mindlessly scrolled through social media. The breeze was barely there, warm enough to remind you summer break was only a month and a half away.
Vienna sounded nice. You could really go for authentic Gulasch right about now.
Then again, Brazil wasn't a bad option either. A few of your international friends lived along the Copacabana beachfront—you could always spend a couple of weeks with them before flying somewhere else.
Maybe you'd do both.
Across from you, Ha-eun-ah scratched her head with a groan, eyes glued to the math problem in front of her. You set your phone beside your bottle of Binggrae coffee milk and leaned over your shoulder. Your gaze drifted to the current equation before moving to the line above it.
Reaching out, you tapped one of her answers. “This is wrong.”
Her eyes widened, “What? No way.” She pushed her face further into the page, eyes narrowing at. “I don’t see anything wrong with it.”
You huffed a sigh. “Here, let me see it.”
Ha-eun-ah let you pull her workbook and pencil away. You crossed out the mistake and rewrote the correct order beside it, bracketing the two steps she’d swapped.
After, you slid the workbook back and picked up your coffee milk, waiting for her usual, “Woah, I didn’t even notice.”
“Clearly.”
She pouted. “You’re so mean, —a/ya.”
You shrugged, but a small smile tugged your lips upward.
Seconds later, her lips twitched as well and her eyes narrowed playfully—but then her gaze skated past your shoulder and her mouth dropped open slightly.
You turned, following her stare.
“Those are the new transfers, right?”
Your lips pressed together as you watched the three of them walk outside.
“I wonder what they’re doing.”
“Probably looking for somewhere quiet.”
“Maybe we should invite them to join us.” She offered. “They look kind of lonely.”
“That’s a bad idea.” You blinked away just as your eyes met one of theirs. “Besides.” Your expression went flat, “You still need to learn these equations before you fail the next test.”
She whined, but turned back to her workbook anyway, muttering, “No fun,” under her breath.
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Jong-seong raised his hand above his forehead, blocking out the spring sun. He tried to focus on anything other than that girl, but he couldn’t. His gut twisted like it knew something was wrong about the comments that were said about her. Seo —a/ya, she was blunt, maybe a little rude, but had she really bullied someone last year?
Had it really gotten so bad that the victim was forced to move? This was such a respected school, but he supposed things like that were bound to happen with influential kids like her running around.
“Hey, look, over there.” Jong-seong followed Sun-woo’s gaze across the quad. There were students sitting at different tables, but only one pair grabbed his attention.
“It’s her.”
“Who is that she’s sitting with?”
Sun-woo nudged Sung-hoon. “Not sure.” He said.
“That’s her desk partner.” Jong-seong answered. “I passed her in the hall when I was going back to the classroom.”
“Do you remember her name?” Sun-woo tilted his head.
“I don’t.”
“She doesn’t seem particularly scared of Seo —a/ya.”
“You’re right,” Sun-woo nodded, “not like everyone else.”
“Well, I don’t think they’re scared of her.” Jong-seong said, “They said they don’t really know her.”
“And that rumor? About how she bullied someone enough to make them switch schools?”
“Could be just a rumor.” Sung-hoon answered smoothly, stuffing his hands into his pockets.
“Right.” Jong-seong pulled out his phone, a smile cracking when he saw a message from the group chat.
“What’s going on?” Sun-woo leaned forward, blocking the screen. Jong-seong shoved him away lightly, “It’s the groupchat, mooch on your own phone.”
“How lame.” Sun-woo pouted, but still reached into his pocket.
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You averted your attention to Ha-eun-ah’s phone, it was buzzing on the table beside her workbook. “What is it? You asked.
She set her pencil down and pulled up the notification, a heavy sigh working her lips. She was trying her best, but math wasn’t really where she excelled. That’s why you were okay with being more patient with her.
“Hey,” you nudged her shoulder. “Hey, what is it? Your face is pale. What’s going on?”
“It’s—” she looked away just to close her eyes.
“Ha-eun-ah,” you pressed. She kept silent so you gave up and swiped her phone.
“—a/ya!”
Your eyes scanned the screen, and the more you read, the more the tension in your body grew. How dare she. How dare she text Ha-eun-ah—how dare she bring her into the middle of their fight.
“This bitch.”
“—a/ya, stop. Don’t do anything brash.”
You scoffed, standing, “How can I not? She’s doing this on purpose. Just to get to me.”
“Yeah, but you shouldn’t—
“Ha-eun-ah, who’s going to stop her if I don’t?” She kept silent, fiddling with her fingers. “Exactly. Let me handle this.”
Without waiting for a response, you set her phone back on the table and turned around, heading for the location in the message.
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Anger wrapped itself around you like a winter coat as you rounded the back of the school. Ha-eun-ah had been right, you shouldn’t have taken the bait. You shouldn’t be doing this, and yet here you still were, fighting a battle that hadn’t even started with you. But how could you not when the fight hadn’t been fair?
You found them right around the garbage bins. “Hey—Han Chae-won!”
“Oh?” She was leaning against a wall, one leg kicked up. “So… You came.”
“Are you crazy?” Two of her friends stepped in front of you, blocking your path to her. “Where are they?” You shouted, paying little mind to the aggressive second years.
“Now,” she hummed, a smirk stretching her lips in that awful lipstick she wore. “Why would I tell you that?”
You worked your jaw, trying to calm yourself down. The taller one of her friends reached out, attempting to grab you. Fortunately, side-stepping her was easy. One of your hands tangled around her hair and before she could remove it, you threw her to the floor.
Your breathing was rough when you turned to the other young girl, expecting her to lunge at you. This one didn’t, instead, she made a show of sighing as loudly as she could.
Han Chae-won shook her head and clicked her tongue. “I told you, you were no match.”
Your eyes narrowed at the compliment. “Enough of this. Where are the others?”
“Seo —a/ya, let me ask you something. Why do you always insist on ruining my fun?”
“You call this fun?” You stepped toward her, stopping just a few feet away. “I’m going to ask you one more time, Han Chae-won.” Your nails dug into your palms when you cornered her against the wall. She was barely shorter than you, but you still somehow managed to tower over her. “Where are the first years?”
Han Chae-won glared, but pressed her back into the concrete. “Gosh, you’re so annoying.”
“I won’t ask again.” Your hand lifted, ready to wrap around her throat and force the answer out of her. She seemed to notice this because she conceded. “The second year’s gym closet!”
You breathed. “Alright. I’ll believe it, but this is my last warning. If this ever happens again—with anyone–I will ruin you.”
A scream sounded behind you and you paused. “Oppas, please help!” Your eyebrow twitched when an unwanted hand rested upon your shoulder.
Someone was sniffling—your head jerked forward, eyes catching the tears falling down Han Chae-won’s cheeks. She cowered before you, faux fear in her expression.
“Seo —a/ya, are you really bullying these lowerclassmen right now?”
You stepped away, letting Han Chae-won go. You went still, a shiver running all throughout your body.
Just as quickly as you shook him off, you glared up at Park Sung-hoon. “What’s it to you?”
“This is wrong.” Kim Sun-woo stepped up. “You can’t just go around doing this.”
“Oppa,” That wench, Han Chae-won actually whimpered.
You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. Who in the hell did they think they were? Just because they were idols? So what? They weren’t more important than the next person.
“Hey,” you spoke to none of them in particular, wanting them all to hear. “I seriously hate people like you. So mind your own business.”
“How can we do that when you’re clearly abusing people just because you can?” Your narrowed eyes flickered over to Park Jong-seong.
“It’s clear you have no idea what’s going on, so I’ll let it slide this time.” You managed to remain calm despite all the yelling. “I’m done here.” You said, but before leaving, shot one last glance back at Han Chae-won. “Remember what I said, Han Chae-won.”
She shivered and you couldn’t help but smile, knowing she was probably hiding a glare and keeping her bad language to herself.
“Let this be the last time we talk, yeah?”
You ignored the glares of the idol group members as you stepped through them with a glare of your own.
How annoying.
You hoped this would be the last time you had to deal with them too.
Seriously.
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Sung-hoon watched her walk away. When he lost sight of her, he turned around. “Are you alright?”
The girl swiped at her red face, “I didn’t mean to make her mad.” Her voice trembled as she tried to catch her breath. “It was an accident—swear.”
“It’s alright,” he reached out, but hesitated. “Is it alright if I touch you?”
“Ye-yeah.”
He hadn’t hesitated with Seo —a/ya, but that was because he’d had to stop whatever was going on. It was still disrespectful—the way she had jumped away had him frowning. Even if what she did today was wrong, he should still apologize to her later.
Sung-hoon wrapped his arms around the younger student, “Let’s get you to the infirmary.”
They spun around, catching the eyes of the four other students. “Guys.” He said, “Let’s make sure they’re not hurt.”
Both Sun-woo and Jong-seong nodded. “Right.”
Internally, Sung-hoon recalled what his classmates had said about Seo —a/ya, now he had seen it firsthand, could he really just dismiss them all as rumors? No. Even if the other things weren’t true, he knew what he’d seen today.
Why would anyone push another person against the wall like she had? Why would the victims be crying if they weren’t terrified?
No, she was a horrible person.
Sung-hoon couldn’t believe he’d given her the benefit of the doubt.
He forced a smile to his lips, trying to save face in front of these lowerclassmen. “We need to get back to class now, but I hope you feel at least a little bit better now.”
“Yes, I do—we do.” The blonde said. “Thank you, for taking care of us.”
“Your name was Han Chae-won-ah, right?” Sung-hoon bowed, “I apologize for my classmate. What she did was wrong.”
“Oh—no—you’re fine. Please—” Han Chae-won-ah waved her hands in front of her. “It’s not your fault. You didn’t do anything.”
“Yes, but neither did you.” He said. “I’m sorry you had to go through that.”
“Oh well,” she itched the side of her cheek—the glance she shared with her two friends going unnoticed by the three others. “Thank you.”
“Of course.”
The hallway was nearly empty when Sung-hoon and the others stepped out.
“Do you guys remember where the classroom is?”
“Oh, jeez, you’re seriously something, Sun-woo.”
“Yeah, well do you?” A lopsided grin tugged the corner of his mouth upward. “No. Right. What about you Sung-hoon, do you—” Sun-woo cut himself off, noticing the crease in Sung-hoon’s brow.
“Hey, are you alright?” Jong-seong touched his shoulder, concern written all over his face.
“It’s Seo —a/ya, isn’t it?” Sun-woo frowned. “I guess the rumors about her were true.”
“Still, it’s surprising.” Jong-seong added. “Today’s our first day and we already saw for ourselves how mean she is.”
“She’s just a brat.” Sung-hoon’s expression turned nasty. “I can’t believe we’re classmates with someone like that.”
𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 lee heeseung, your neighbour upstairs, has his weird approaches to romance
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you had been friends with yang jungwon for over three years now, so naturally, you came over to his apartment room quite a few times.
but you could swear on your life that it had never been so empty and desolate like this. but nobody knows what’s really going on in someone’s life, right?
you hesitantly sit down on his floor bed— which guarantees a pretty impressive amount of comfort considering it looks like an old mattress— deciding to wait and surprise jungwon once he comes out of his room. the surprise being, you managed to shimmy into his very carelessly open apartment.
you quickly shoot him a text.
im inside btw :)
but no reply yet. well, that's unlikely of jungwon, he's basically online all day.
you look around again. maybe he is showering.
that would explain the sound of running water coming from somewhere deeper inside the apartment.
you lean back against the wall, deciding to be patient until jungwon finishes his sudden shower routine.
although only after a couple of minutes, curiosity and boredom gets the better of you.
prying into someone else’s belongings is not nice as they say, so you thank god that jungwon and you are attached by the hip. and naturally that gives you a little access to his apartment.
standing up, you look around his room.
since when did jungwon own this many black hoodies? you frown at a pile folded neatly on the chair.
and since when did he starts reading philosophy? you eye a couple of books sitting idly on the bookshelf, you wonder if he’s even okay.
you’re about to sit down again when you notice a rather unfamiliar photo frame from the corner of your eyes. you walk up to it beside the chair and pick it up to inspect.
and it has… heeseung? another frame, heeseung with his friends. and another, heeseung with a cat.
your heart drops to your stomach when you turn around and notice the certificate hanging on the wall has a name— lee heeseung.
“fuck,” you mutter under your breath when you realise you accidentally broke into your upstairs neighbour's apartment instead. you scramble to grab your bag before heeseung can notice anything.
that is when you hear a loud thud from the shower from inside the apartment.
inside the shower, heeseung feels he could pass away at any given time.
oh lord, he almost cries, why do you give your weakest soldier the hardest battles.
his brain, in all its brilliance, immediately pictured a masked burglar carrying his floor bed away.
“no,” he gasps, “shit, my bed!”
he grabs the nearest towel, wrapped it around his waist with absolutely zero confidence, then looked around for something to defend himself with.
of course, a bathroom plunger.
“alright lee heeseung,” he says looking at the plunger, “think how proud mr papa would be!”
and then, for reasons that can never make sense even to himself, he breaks into a full sprint.
still soaking wet. hair covered in shampoo bubbles.
“reveal yourself!” he shouts in the top of lungs, startling you enough to drop your bag on his floor.
and there he is, lee heeseung. dripping in soapy water from head to toe, shampoo bubbles forgotten in his hair.
agaisnt your will, your eyes drop down from his face to his abdomen, to his soaking abs which— okay no, no! this is insane, this is wrong. you mentally shake it off and take your sight off his abs, only to wonder even further down to notice the white towel hanging from his frame with sheer faith alone.
“y/n?” heeseung says with much surprise.
“hey,” you reply, followed by an awkward giggle.
heeseung lets his guard down just a little, “what- what are you doing here?”
“i was uh- actually going to jungwons’”, you shrug, “i got lost right after."
“so you’re not robbing me?” is he serious right now?
“no!” you take a step back, “does it look like I’m here to rob you?”
“then why are you not looking at me right now?” heeseung sounds rather sad that your eyes are not one him, but towards the ceiling.
because honestly, you dont know how to react to a half naked lee heeseung, who looks very handsome for you to admit.
“im trying to be respectful,” you clear your throat.
“oh,” heeseung sighs, “then, are you here to finally lend me the pillow?”
you sigh even heavier than him, finally looking at his face, “are you serious? i just told you i was going to jungwons!”
“oh, yeah right,” heeseung tries to take a step towards you next, but something unlikely happens.
the poor and sad towel wrapped around him slips. just a little. but enough to make you both freeze at your places.
“what—!”, you shriek, eyes darting towards the ceiling again.
“don’t look!”, heeseung fumbles in his steps, holding his towel upright, with both his hands.
“im not looking!”
“please don’t look.”
“i said i’m not looking!”
and just when things could get better, heeseung slips on a puddle of water gathered from his own body, and hurls forward.
in a second, you find yourself caged between a shirtless and soaking heeseung’s arms, his face hovering right above you, so close that your can make out the way his eyelashes are.
“so- sorry,” he whispers, you feel yourself getting hotter by the moment, “hi?”
only god knows how fast you ran out of his apartment today.
summary - you’re Jake’s sister, so that means all of his friends are off limits. but, maybe that could change when you find out that one of his friends is just as much of a gamer and a loser as you are. not like Jake would made that easy, since he’d never trust any of his friends around his precious little sister.
“i need a duo” — nishimura riki x fem!reader ⁀➴ brother’s best friend smau
keep in mind this chapter takes place 2 months after the last chapter!!
isa’s note ᝰ.ᐟ
uhhh *taps mic* hello is this thing on guys i haven’t updated in days im so sorry i was on a serious grind defending the GOAT jungwon on tt from these people twisting his words 🤣🤣 he da best leader fr, DA BIG BOSS ok bye now thanks for your patience EVEN THO this is ass 😕 and also i feel like that one reference that’s like “nle choppa said that something will happen tomorrow” cuz… something will happen 👀 ok holy yap
Summary:the black sheep of the family ends up being forced to get married to Park jongseong. And not only that, but also she’s forced to make him fall for her.
Warnings: family expectations, fake friends, family mistreatment, Niki smokes,… that’s it for now
𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 lee heeseung, your neighbour upstairs, has his weird approaches to romance
ꮚ ◞ ˕ ◟꒱ lhs x f!r ♡ language, profanities reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated
one two three four five note six seven (+tba)
sru says im back ^^ this was supposed to be the chapter where they meet but it ended up being a filler instead TT not really happy with this one, where did my funny go ..
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:˚₊彡𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 Enhypen when you slap them -lightly- … and they like it ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:˚₊彡𓆩ᥫ᭡
Heesung~~~~~~~
You were back from work. Tired, exhausted and hungry.
The lights were off, and it was nighttime already, but you kept it that way. You didn’t mind darkness too much.
You went immediately to the kitchen after putting your bag on the sofa.
And started preparing something to eat…
But as you stood before the counter.
“Boo!” A voice behind you startled you, and by force of reflexe and fear you slapped whoever stood behind you.
Then you realized it was Heesung, now he had his hand against his red cheek.
You could swear you could see a hand print.
“Heesung? Wtf” you just sweared getting closer to him, to see if you hurt him, inspecting his cheek. “I didn’t know you were here”
“I was sleeping on the sofa. You literally threw your bag on me”
You rolled your eyes, but in his doe eyes you could see a strange glint in his eyes.
“You slap is very hard. Didn’t know you have it in you. It actually turned me on just now”
“Heesung!” You exclaimed, and your cheeks grew hotter. You intended to push him by the chest. But he caught you from your waist, and had you lean against him.
“Just kidding” he said “unless you want to slap me more, I’m starting to like it”
Jay~~~~~~~
You love Jay. He loves you.
But when it comes to this, he annoyed you.
You played a board games which consists of rounds.
If you lose, he gets to flicker your forehead and vice versa.
That was the agreement. However. He didn’t respect that.
For multiple rounds now, he avoided hitting you.
He would have you close your eyes, while you waited for impact, but instead of pain.
His lips would press a soft kiss on yours forhead.
“Jay”
“What?”
“You didn’t hit me”
“I hit you softly with my lips”
He was looking for opportunities to kiss you.
You lost again so you had him swear on his cooking skills that he wouldn’t kiss your forehead.
But he did it again. This time on your lips.
“I swore on now kissing your forehead” he argued.
Next round. You won.
“Don’t expect me to be gentle” you said “I, unlike you, play by the rules”
So you had him close his eyes. “It’s okay. You wouldn’t hurt me even if you tried”
This comment made you decide it’s best to show him.
So you slapped him.
Maybe the fury had you slap him harder than you intended.
And when you did. Your jaw dropped.
He looked at you long, you were shocked at yourself too.
“Oh my god. I swear. I didn’t want to slap you so hard”
Before you start apologizing, he laughed.
His head fell back, as his clutched his stomach.
“Wow… I love you… please do it again ….” He said.
“What’s so funny?” You whined.
“This is quite the experience” he said wiping tears from his eyes “I discovered a new kink now”
“Jay!!!!!”
Jake~~~~~~~
He has been talking. For half an hour. About everything.
When he started talking about physics, you physically reacted.
And it just happened like that.
It’s not a normal reaction to happen, but you ended up slapping him in the face
“Oh shit” you cursed “I’m sorry!” You held his face in your hand seeing if he was hurt too much.
On the other hand l, his eyes were wide opened. He was so dumbfounded. One minute he was focusing on explaining String theory, next minute he was slapped.
“I didn’t realize you hated me that much”
“I don’t hate you”
“Apparently you do”
“Noo” you insisted.
“But do you know” he interfered “that was so cute right now”
“Cute?”
“Yeah” he said “you slapping me… this is the type of arguments I want to have more with you”
“What?”
“I’m serious” he said moving closer until he put his forehead on top of yours “you should do that more.”
He bit his lip. Oh no! You finally got what he meant.
Sunghoon ~~~~~~~
It started in the car, the argument.
But instead raising your voices you just let the silence rule, and you didn’t utter any words.
So when you reached home you left the passenger seat quickly and went ahead.
He followed you. “We’re not done talking”
He said as he was already irritated with the argument -not at you, never at you- which made his voice slight higher than usual.
But you didn’t listen to him.
You still head towards the bedroom.
But he was persistent. So he caught up with you and grabbed you by the arms.
But you were blinded by rage that you ended up slapping him.
Not so hard but you still did.
You regretted it instantly. It was wrong you knew that.
You wanted to apologize you really wanted. But instead tears fell.
Sunghoon is unfazed by the slap -it stings a little, but nothing he couldn’t handle- because his attention was on you.
He hugged you right then and there. “You’re gonna be the death of me woman”
He said it, but not in anger. He laughed actually.
“You know how to put men in their places” he said, after feeling you were calmer now.
“I didn’t mean-”
“I know. But luckily, I’ve been thinking about it before, you have to do one more time.” Sunghoon wiped your tears.
“Are you serious?” You stopped crying and instead you’re being weirded out by what he just said.
Men will always be men.
Sunoo ~~~~~~~
You were both messing around the whole day.
Until he ate your ice cream.
You followed him with a slipper around in the house until he went to hide in the bedroom. But you followed him.
You threw yourself on him hovering over him in bed. Then he flipped both of you, manhandling you in the process.
“Baby, wait! I’ll buy you a new one” he said, but you still fidgeting under him.
“No! Why would you do that!” You freed your hand from his grip.
And you hit him in the face.
“Ya! Why the physical abuse now?”
“Well deserved”
His eyes darkened. “Well deserved?” He brought his face close to yours.
You stopped moving, and gulped. Sunoo is so sweet, but sometimes… when he becomes like that… he’s so hot. So hot, that you forget your self respect.
“I think you should be careful. Although I like my mean girl too much. But how about I repay your slap differently? Hm?” He said smiling.
“Sunoo?” You said in slight fear.
“Yes sweetheart” he replied playing a strand of your hair.
“You’re just joking. Right?”
“Am I?”
Jungwon ~~~~~~~
You were staying over your boyfriend’s house. But all peace got disturbed quickly. Because it was summer, so mosquitos weee conquering everywhere they could find.
“Where is it?”
“I don’t know!! Oh shit, it’s in your face”
Both of you were teaming up against a mosquito.
And you were trying to kill it but in vain.
Until you saw it land on jungwon’s cheek. And just like that you slapped your boyfriend’s
face.
“Ouch!” He held his now red cheek with his hand.
“Shit. I didn’t get it” you said after you saw the mosquito fly away from both of you.
“I got slapped for nothing!”
“I’m sorry” you held his cheeks and kissed the one you slapped.
He instantly blushed, but soon it got replaced by his famous smirk.
“Wait… I didn’t know that was part of getting slapped” he leaned in, catching by your arms. “How about you slap me one more time?”
“You’re a freak”
“Only for you”
Niki ~~~~~~~
You were already late, but he insisted that you kiss him goodbye first.
He was now standing at the doorway, preventing you from leaving the house.
“Niki” you said, in an attempt to serious. But he just shrugged.
“Just a small one. I swear, I’ll let you go after”
So you kissed him, but he started complaining.
“You didn’t kiss me on the lips, you just kissed me in the corner. Another one please”
So you did, this time lasting more than one second. But he still insisted on more.
“This doesn’t count”
He was driving you insane so you slapped him. Not too hard. “I have work to be at. Come on move”
You weren’t angry, you just wanted to go to work lane not be late for once.
“Oh!” He exclaimed, “tough love. I like it”
“That’s not tough love Niki. Move!”
You tried sneaking under his arms , but he caught you. He held you from your back, and basicall carrying you back inside the house. “I’m starting to enjoy this. Please let’s do it again”
