enhypen reaction to their s/o asking for privacy while changing
in which you ask your boyfriend to get out so you can change, as a prank
hyung line ver. | maknae line ver. [coming soon]
⚝ genre/contains: bf!enha x gn!reader, comedy headcanon, fluff, established relationships, non-idol!au. warnings: heesung's and jake's pieces are a little suggestive
⚝ word count: 1060
｡lee heeseung*ﾟ
you waddle out of the bathroom, wrapped in your towel, and ask your boyfriend to excuse you. heeseung is seated at his gaming desk, and slowly tears his eyes away from his screen as if he didn’t quite hear you. his brows furrow as he takes in the dead serious expression on your face, and just… gapes at you. what he doesn’t know is that you’re genuinely fighting back giggles.
“okay… b-but, aren’t these your jeans on the floor, right here?” he stutters out helplessly with a pointed look. heeseung gestures between your cardigan on his lap and your discarded jeans strewn on the floor beside his gaming chair. you lose your cool then, at once flustered by the memory of what you two were up to before you left the room to go shower.
he notices the change in your expression, from stoic to shy, and chuckles fondly. "babe, what on earth was in your shampoo?" he jokes, bemused and trying to work out whether or not you’re pranking him. you burst out laughing at the look on heesung’s face, water droplets falling from your body onto the carpet below as your shoulders shake from laughter.
“i can’t believe you fell for it,” you tease, before finally coming clean. heeseung pinches the bridge of his nose, laughing at his own gullibility once he realizes he’s just fallen for yet another one of your prank trends.
｡park jay*ﾟ
“jay,” you sigh with a pout, feigning sadness as you twist and turn in front of your full-length mirror. “i don’t like how this top goes with these pants.”
the two of you have plans for the evening, and jay is—of course—already dressed and patiently waiting on you.
“how come?” he asks with a faint frown, giving you a once-over. “you look great, honey, really.” he is settled on the bean bag beside your bed, and leans forward to give your outfit his full attention.
“i don’t know… i think i’ll switch out the top for something else,” you turn to face him, an all too innocent smile playing on the corners of his lips. “please may you excuse me for a sec so i can change?”
"sure, i'll just start calling up the uber," your boyfriend says simply, shuffling over to plant a tiny peck on your temple before he leaves the room to give you privacy. the prank seems to have flown completely over his head, and you stifle a snort behind your palm.
you tiptoe out of your bedroom and find him waiting in your living room, completely unfazed on the couch. when you explain to him that it's all a prank, he chuckles softly and reaches up to playfully pinch your cheek.
"you didn't think that my request was odd?" you ask, laughing.
"i just thought you needed your space," jay shrugs with a small laugh of his own.
｡sim jake*ﾟ
jake is lounging in your desk chair, lazily scrolling through a webtoon on his phone, when you ask him to leave so you can have your privacy. ‘“okay,” he replies distractedly. he doesn’t question it, and absentmindedly hums as he pads out the door and shuts it behind him.
you trail his retreating figure with your eyes until he’s out of sight, biting your bottom lip in amusement, and start counting. in one… two… three…
“wait a minute!” you hear him holler from down the hallway.
in five seconds, jake is barging back into your room, phone dangling limply from the beaded chain attaching the device to his wrist. “wha— why? privacy? from me?? ” he points at himself, stunned and still babbling. “did i do something wrong?”
“no,” you laugh, shaking your head. “i just want to change.”
jake snorts, raising an eyebrow and folding his arms over his chest. “we’ve been together for three years,” he points out as he sits down on your bed with a huff.
“god forbid a person wants privacy,” you sigh, giving him your best eyeroll. jake regards you suspiciously, noting the mischief dancing in your eyes. his brown eyes bore into yours in what appears to be an attempt to telepathically make you explain your odd behaviour.
when you don’t budge, staring back at him with feigned indifference, your boyfriend starts listing every single time he’s seen you in less than your undergarments. his catalog is impressively accurate, complete with dates and locations. the absurdity of how well he remembers everything has you caving, and you can barely fess up in between peals of laughter.
｡park sunghoon*ﾟ
“and… done!” you exclaim with a satisfied grin, tilting your boyfriend’s face right to left. you and sunghoon are just about done with your skin care routines for the night, but you always like to give his face one last check. he rarely moisturizes correctly, often going to bed with streaks of moisturizer still on his jaw or nose.
“all good?” he confirms with a warm smile, watching you arrange your products. you nod and give his nose a wet kiss, making his face scrunch up cutely. “not the face—please and thank you,” he jokes, helping you arrange everything back in its proper place around the sink or in the cabinets.
“i do what i please!” you declare, flashing him your most menacing glare. sunghoon sticks his tongue out at you and you retaliate by poking his side. “bring me my pajamas so i can change, would you?”
“your wish is my command,” he says cheesily, shooting finger guns at you on his way back into the bedroom. “i need to put on mine, too, so i'll bring both.”
“actually…” you say slowly, realizing sunghoon has unknowingly granted you the perfect opportunity to mess with him. “i'd like some privacy, so you change there and i'll change here.”
your ipad-kid boyfriend practically lives on tiktok, and he's seen videos of this prank before. nevertheless, he plays along, nodding in agreement and dutifully backing away. “ah, yes, i need to protect my purity.”
you can't tell if his tone is genuine or cheekily sarcastic, so you tiptoe to the door and check if he really fell for the prank. you burst into giggles upon seeing his face cartoonishly peeking out. “nice try,” he quips with a smirk, wiggling his eyebrows. “but i already know that trend.”
summary: a shy high school senior accidentally slips a love letter into the wrong locker, thinking it belongs to her crush park sunghoon — but instead, it ends up in the hands of lee heeseung, a notorious delinquent who takes the letter seriously and declares them a couple on the spot, starting an unexpected and chaotic love story.
pairing: lee heeseung x fem!reader
genre: high school au, romance, fluff, crack, slowburn, light angst.
warnings: delinquent!heeseung, possessive behavior, kissing, stolen first kiss, mild language, emotional tension, misunderstandings, power imbalance.
wc: 5k
next letter 💌
love was in the air at mok-hae high school, quite literally, and maybe even overwhelmingly so. the long-awaited valentine’s day festival had finally returned after years of being nothing more than a forgotten tradition, and this year, it felt like the entire campus had bloomed with rose petals and heart-shaped confessions. students wandered the decorated halls hand-in-hand, lockers were covered in pastel-colored post-its with anonymous messages, and every classroom buzzed with excitement and hushed whispers about who had confessed to who. it was only halfway through the day, and already a third of the school had somehow ended up with an official partner, flowers in hand and bright smiles on their faces.
and you? well, you had made a promise to yourself that you wouldn’t let this day end like all the others — watching from the sidelines with a heart full of longing and a mouth too afraid to speak. no, this time would be different. this time you were going to confess. and not to just anyone — to him. park sunghoon.
he was a year older, part of the senior class, and although you’d barely spoken more than a few words to him since you met, he had quietly occupied the center of your world for longer than you cared to admit. tall, graceful, effortlessly charming with that soft black hair and soft eyes that somehow managed to look cold and warm at the same time, he was the kind of boy you only read about in shojo manga or saw staring out the windows in coming-of-age dramas.
girls liked him, boys respected him, and teachers always gave him that subtle look of admiration. but you? you worshipped him. silently, from afar. like a secret you folded and refolded in your chest so many times it had started to fray around the edges. he was everything you weren’t — confident, eloquent, easy to notice — while you were soft-spoken, painfully shy, the kind of girl who always chose the back corner seat and barely raised her hand in class. even your friends sometimes forgot you were in the room unless you were directly spoken to.
you remembered the exact moment your feelings for sunghoon began — it had been almost a year ago, a rainy monday afternoon when you had clumsily dropped your entire backpack just as the dismissal bell rang. your notebooks had scattered across the hallway, papers soaked in the puddles of muddy water students had tracked in, and no one had stopped. no one, except him. sunghoon had crouched down without a word, helped you gather everything with quiet precision, and gently handed you your favorite pen, the one you thought you'd lost, as if it were something precious.
he hadn’t smiled, not really, but he did meet your eyes and said, "be careful next time, yeah?" before disappearing into the crowd like some angel sent to rescue you for no reason at all. your heart hadn’t been the same since.
so now here you were, clutching the result of three sleepless nights — a love letter. a real, handwritten, hopelessly sincere love letter on soft pink paper, tucked inside a plain white envelope decorated with heart-shaped stamps you had spent an embarrassing amount of time aligning perfectly. it was all there, every single one of your feelings spelled out like an open wound, raw and trembling. how you’d admired him from afar, how much that single moment of kindness meant to you, how much you dreamed of him possibly — maybe — liking you back. you hadn’t dared to sign it with your full name, but you hoped he’d know. or maybe you hoped he wouldn’t. you didn’t know which would be worse.
"wait— a letter? you’re seriously going to give him a letter?" yoojung’s voice was almost a screech, her eyebrows practically disappearing into her hairline as she stared at you with a look of horror. she had nearly combusted when you showed her the envelope, her hands flailing like you had just told her you were about to perform open-heart surgery on yourself in front of the entire school. you felt your chest tighten and the tears sting the back of your eyes, your already-fragile courage crumbling under the weight of her reaction. it wasn’t even her fault — you knew this about yourself. you were sensitive. too sensitive. years of being teased, of being told you were too quiet, too weird, too invisible had turned your shyness into something permanent. you were the kind of person who apologized for existing too loudly. how could you ever hope someone like sunghoon would even remember your face?
"i can’t just say it to his face! i’d start stuttering and then probably start crying in front of him, and then i’d die, yoojung!" your voice cracked, cheeks burning in humiliation, hands tightening around the letter like it was both your salvation and your doom. you could already imagine it — your voice barely audible, his polite but confused expression, the silence stretching too long before he gave you that gentle, apologetic rejection that would haunt you for the rest of the school year. yoojung sighed, dramatically, tossing her head back like she was starring in her own soap opera, but you knew she didn’t mean it cruelly. she just didn’t understand. she was loud and brave and spoke without fear. you weren’t like that. never had been. and maybe never would be.
it had taken you everything — absolutely everything — to walk down the quiet corridor, envelope clutched tightly to your chest like it was a ticking bomb rather than a simple piece of paper filled with shaky handwriting and hearts drawn in red ink. locker number 151 sat at the very end of the hallway, beneath the slanted sunlight coming through the windows, looking strangely ordinary for something that belonged to the boy who had taken up residence in your dreams every single night.
you told yourself, again and again, that no one would be there to see you, that no one would notice or care, that it was just a letter and people left letters all the time, especially on valentine’s day. but your body refused to believe your thoughts — your hands trembled uncontrollably, your knees felt weak, and your heart slammed against your ribs like it was trying to escape. it was pathetic.
even now, in this empty hallway, with no one watching, the simple act of slipping a piece of paper through a locker vent made you feel like you were committing some kind of crime. you hesitated. once. twice. three times. until finally, with one last breath and eyes squeezed shut, you shoved it in through the thin metal slit and turned on your heel, running back toward your classroom like your life depended on it.
you had told your teacher you needed to use the bathroom, a lie that came too easily when your stomach was already twisted in knots. luckily, the hallway had been deserted, a rare miracle in such a busy school, and no one had seen you sneak out or rush back.
you reached the physics lab just as the bell rang, your breath caught in your throat, palms damp, the image of locker 151 burned behind your eyelids. the festival was over now — the booths were being taken down, students were returning to their regular classes, and reality was setting back in like a cold breeze after a dream. it was done. the letter had been delivered. whether sunghoon would read it or toss it without a second glance… well, that wasn’t something you could control anymore.
but the shaking didn’t stop. even as you sat back in your seat, trying to focus on the board, your fingers still twitched, your heart still raced. it was stupid, really. you hadn’t even spoken to him. you hadn’t done anything brave. and yet it had felt like tearing your own chest open and handing your soul to someone who probably wouldn’t even look at it. part of you wanted to cry — not because anything had gone wrong, but because even this, this tiny, invisible thing, had taken so much out of you. what kind of girl breaks down from something so small? what kind of girl can’t even confess properly?
you were still deep in those thoughts, staring blankly at your half-scribbled notes, when it happened.
"YAH!" the voice was loud, sharp, cutting through the ambient hallway noise like a blade. you barely registered it until another voice followed — harsher this time, irritated. "why the hell are you ignoring me? i’m talking to you!"
a loud thud echoed against the wall next to your head, and you flinched violently, your body freezing on instinct as you turned to find the source of the sound. there, towering just a few inches away, stood a boy you had never seen before. his hand was still pressed against the wall, palm flat where he had slammed it next to you, caging you in with his presence. his eyes were dark, unreadable, but piercing in a way that made your breath hitch. something about him was wrong, or maybe just too much — like staring into the sun for too long. he wasn’t smiling, not exactly, but there was a curve to his lips that felt amused, twisted, like he was already in on some joke you hadn’t been told yet.
“you’re y/n, right?” he asked, voice smooth but indifferent, almost bored as his gaze slowly traveled down the length of your body and back up to your face. you nodded before you could stop yourself, throat too tight to speak. your heart pounded again — not with nerves this time, but with something closer to fear.
he clicked his tongue, then reached into the pocket of his uniform jacket and pulled out something that made your stomach drop straight through the floor.
"‘i’ve liked you for so long… your eyes, your smile, the way you helped me that day… please, just once, give me a chance to be by your side. i promise i’ll make you happy…’” he read in a flat, mocking voice, and your blood ran cold. your letter. your letter. in his hands. being read aloud like a joke. your eyes widened in horror as you stared at the page — the pastel paper, the little doodles, the goddamn bunny stickers. this was supposed to be private. it wasn’t even his. how the hell had he gotten it?
“wh–what the—? give that back!” your voice cracked, raw and panicked, but when you lunged forward to grab the letter from his hands, he casually stepped back, raising it just out of reach like he was playing with a child. your hands fisted in frustration, tears welling up again, but this time they weren’t from shyness — they were from rage. humiliation. shame. he was laughing now, not loudly, but with a quiet scoff that made your skin crawl.
“so you did write it,” he muttered, stepping in close again, so close that his breath hit your cheek and you instinctively leaned back. “cute. kind of dumb, but cute.”
“i said give it back! that’s not yours!” you shoved at his chest with both hands, and he finally slipped the letter into his back pocket like it meant nothing, like your heart wasn’t bleeding inside that fold of paper.
“you’re so average it hurts,” he said, eyes still locked on yours with a strange intensity. “but sure, why not. i’ll go out with you.”
you blinked, stunned. “what—?”
he winked, shameless. “you heard me.”
then, without another word, he turned and walked off, leaving you standing there, trembling, humiliated, confused, and still empty-handed. you didn’t even know his name. you didn’t even understand what had just happened.
you didn’t remember how you made it back to the classroom — just that one moment you were standing frozen in the hallway, the aftershock of humiliation still rattling through your bones, and the next you were pushing the door open with trembling hands, your head low, your throat tight, your eyes brimming with tears that threatened to spill the second anyone looked at you. yoojung was the first to notice the state you were in. she turned to you with a lighthearted comment already forming on her lips, but the second she saw your face, the words died in her throat. instead, she stood up, eyebrows knitting with concern as she grabbed your wrist and tugged you toward the back of the classroom, where hyojung was hunched over her notes.
"what happened?" yoojung asked, voice sharp but careful, her grip tightening slightly around your sleeve as you sat down next to her with shaking knees, trying to breathe through the panic swelling in your chest. hyojung looked up too, alarmed, and you hated the way their eyes widened when they really saw you — the red around your eyes, the way you couldn’t quite meet their gaze, the way your hands fisted in your skirt like you were trying to stop them from flying to your face.
"he—he took it," you croaked, voice barely audible, and even though you tried to steady it, your lips quivered. "he has my letter. he read it out loud. he… he said he’d go out with me. but i— i didn’t even write it for him."
yoojung blinked, her mouth opening slightly. "wait— wait, slow down. who took your letter?"
"i don’t know his name," you confessed, swallowing hard, your voice trembling more with every word. "he just… he showed up. he slammed the wall and scared me half to death. he said my name like he already knew me, and then he pulled out the letter— my letter— and started reading it, right in front of me. and then he said... he said i was too normal, but he’d date me anyway. and then he walked away. like it was nothing. like—like i was nothing.”
your voice cracked again, and hyojung instinctively reached across the table to squeeze your wrist gently, her thumb rubbing a small circle on your skin. yoojung was already digging for tissues in her bag, pressing one into your hand as you tried to hide your face in your elbow.
"jesus…" yoojung muttered under her breath, her tone darkening with anger. "what the hell. describe him. did he say his name at all? maybe he’s from another class—"
you shook your head weakly. "no… i’ve never seen him before. he was tall. kind of broad-shouldered, but not huge. he had black hair, like… kind of messy. his eyes were really intense. he just stared at me, and it felt like i couldn’t move. like i was frozen. he had this— this smirk. like he was enjoying it."
the room felt too bright, the voices around you too loud. even though you were surrounded by people, all you could feel was that stupid, smug look on his face, the weight of his body so close to yours, the letter being read like a script in some cruel prank show. you wanted to disappear. vanish. melt through the floor. you hadn’t asked for this.
"wait a second," yoojung said suddenly, narrowing her eyes. "start from the beginning. where did you put the letter?"
"his locker. i— i snuck out during class and put it in locker 151. that’s sunghoon’s locker, right? i mean, i thought it was. i’ve been walking past it for months now…"
"locker 151…?" yoojung turned slowly to look at hyojung, who was now frowning deeply, tapping her chin as if trying to recall something.
"i’m in the 140s," hyojung said. "mine’s 148. and i think… if i’m not wrong, 151 doesn’t belong to park sunghoon. sunghoon’s locker is like… down the other wing, near the gym. the upperclassmen lockers are split by hallway."
your heart dropped. no. no, that couldn’t be right. you’d walked past that locker for weeks — you knew where sunghoon usually stopped, where he tied his shoelaces, where he sipped juice before practice. it had to be his.
"then whose locker is 151?" yoojung asked cautiously.
hyojung paused for a moment, then her expression darkened. "i’m not one hundred percent sure, but i think it belongs to lee heeseung. class 4. you’ve heard of him, right?"
you shook your head, mouth dry. "no… i don’t know any lee heeseung…"
they both looked at each other, their expressions shifting from confusion to dread in seconds.
"shit," yoojung whispered. "that guy. i’ve heard about him. he got suspended two weeks ago. got into a fight in the boys’ bathroom with one of the second-years. busted the other guy’s nose. i thought he dropped out or something. but he’s back?"
"yeah," hyojung added, voice low. "people say he’s… trouble. like, the kind you don’t want reading your love letters."
you stared down at your hands, your brain trying to piece together the horror of it all. it wasn’t even sunghoon’s locker. the letter had gone to the wrong person. and now heeseung thought you were in love with him. that the letter was for him.
you felt sick.
"you guys have to help me," you said suddenly, your voice shaking harder than before. "please— please help me. i don’t know what to do. i’m so scared. he’s going to think i’m serious. he’s going to mock me even more— and he won’t even give it back— and i didn’t mean to—"
"hey, hey— it’s okay," yoojung said quickly, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you close as hyojung moved to your other side. "we’ll figure something out. maybe… maybe you can just talk to him. explain that it was a mistake. tell him the letter wasn’t meant for him."
"he didn’t even let me speak," you murmured into your sleeve. "he wouldn’t listen. he smirked. he said… he said i was ‘too normal’ but he’d go out with me anyway. like it was a joke. like i was some boring girl that didn’t matter."
they didn’t know what to say to that. they just sat with you in silence, the weight of it all sinking in. you didn’t know lee heeseung. but now, because of one stupid locker mix-up, he knew you.
you should’ve waited a little longer. maybe asked yoojung to walk out with you or just stayed inside until most of the school was empty, but you were too anxious to think straight, too desperate to be away from everyone and forget the burning humiliation that had stained your entire afternoon. you clutched your bag close to your chest and kept your head down, pretending you were invisible as you moved with the crowd of students heading toward the gates. it was almost working. almost. you were just a few steps from freedom when—
"hey."
his voice, low and unmistakable, cut right through the noise of the hallway, making your blood run cold. your body stiffened as you caught a glimpse of him leaning casually against the front gate, his hands in his pockets, his head tilted slightly like he’d been waiting specifically for you. your instinct screamed to run, to blend into the crowd and disappear, but the second you turned your head the other way and picked up your pace, you heard his footsteps—slow, heavy, deliberate—following behind.
you didn’t get far. his fingers hooked into the strap of your backpack, tugging you back without much effort, and you gasped, stumbling slightly as he pulled you to a stop. when you turned, he was right there, closer than you wanted, eyes sharp, brows knitted—not quite a glare, but certainly not a smile.
"what’s your deal?" he muttered, tilting his head. "first you write me a letter with all that cheesy, sappy crap, and now you’re acting like you don’t even know me?"
you opened your mouth to speak, to tell him—again—that it was a mistake, that the letter wasn’t meant for him, that you didn’t even know his name until today. but before the words could form, he cut you off.
"and just so you remember," he added, tapping the side of your head with two fingers in a way that made you flinch, "i already said yes. you confessed, i accepted, so we’re dating now. that’s how this stuff works, right?"
you blinked at him, completely at a loss. what. you felt the heat rise to your cheeks again, this time from a mix of panic and absolute disbelief. "w-we’re not dating! i didn’t— i mean, the letter wasn’t for—"
"yeah, yeah, excuses," he waved a hand dismissively, then started walking. you stood frozen for a second before realizing he wasn’t leaving—he was walking with you. "come on. i’ll walk you home."
"you don’t need to—" you began, trying to protest, but he suddenly reached out and grabbed your hand. your hand. like it was the most normal thing in the world. you immediately pulled back out of reflex.
he didn’t look surprised. only raised a brow and muttered, "fine. don’t hold my hand. we can do it the lame way." then, before you could react, he gripped your arm just above the elbow and started walking again, dragging you along like some stubborn little kid being pulled to detention.
"y-you don’t have to walk me— i don’t even live close—"
"shut up," he said flatly, not looking at you. "i asked you where your house is. you’re gonna show me or you want me to guess?"
your mouth opened and closed a few times, but ultimately you surrendered, muttering your address under your breath. he nodded, keeping his pace steady, still holding your arm as if afraid you’d try to bolt.
the walk wasn’t long, but it felt like an eternity. the whole time, your brain was running laps trying to figure out what he wanted from you. was he mocking you? playing some kind of joke? trying to get back at you for the letter? his grip wasn’t painful, but it wasn’t exactly gentle either. still, he didn’t push or tease you as much as you expected, just walked quietly, sometimes glancing at you from the corner of his eye like he was thinking hard about something but refusing to say it out loud.
about halfway there, he suddenly stopped, causing you to stumble slightly. he released your arm and looked down at you with an unreadable expression.
"you don’t like being touched, huh?" he asked. there was no sarcasm in his voice, just a blunt observation.
you hesitated, then nodded. your skin was still tingling where his fingers had been, and not in a good way.
he let out a sigh and shoved his hands into his pockets. "fine. i’ll walk next to you. happy?"
you blinked, unsure how to respond, and he began walking again, this time matching your pace instead of pulling you along. the silence returned, but it wasn’t heavy like before. if anything, it felt like a strange kind of… effort. like he was trying to not be too rough. which, for someone like him, probably took energy.
just as you were starting to feel slightly more at ease, he dropped another bomb on you.
"i get that holding hands is too soon or whatever," he said casually, looking ahead with a blank face. "but you better get used to the idea. later on, we’ll be doing more than that."
you stopped dead in your tracks, heart leaping into your throat. "w-what?!"
he turned to you slowly, eyes glinting with that same smug expression from earlier. "you heard me."
"what do you mean 'more'?!" your voice cracked, and he stepped closer, bending slightly so his face was only inches from yours. the way he smiled this time was less mocking, more… mischievous. and it made your stomach twist into a thousand knots.
"who knows?" he whispered, then chuckled softly, like he was enjoying the way your brain was spiraling. "kissing, maybe. sleepovers. sneaking out. things couples do."
your face was now burning red, and you nearly tripped trying to take a step back. "i-i told you— the letter wasn’t even for—"
"yeah, yeah," he said again, walking ahead like he didn’t care about your explanation, like he’d already decided it didn’t matter. "too late now. you picked me, so you’re stuck."
you wanted to scream. cry. evaporate. but deep down, beneath the panic and confusion, something else stirred. it wasn’t attraction—at least not yet—but something dangerous. something you didn’t understand. lee heeseung wasn’t just a school delinquent. he was unpredictable. and you’d just become his new favorite game.
you were still trying to recover from the sheer chaos that was walking beside lee heeseung — heart racing, cheeks on fire, trying to process the absurdity of everything he’d said — when he suddenly reached out again, this time gently tugging on your sleeve. “where is it?” he asked, glancing at the rows of quiet houses as the late afternoon sun started to melt into soft pinks and golds. you swallowed nervously and pointed to the corner, your voice barely above a whisper as you mumbled, “just past that turn, the grey gate with the vines.”
he didn’t respond right away. instead, as you reached the last stretch of the sidewalk, he suddenly grabbed your hand, stopping you in your tracks with a firm pull. you gasped in surprise, turning to look at him in confusion just as he took a step forward and used his grip to pull you toward him — so suddenly, so carelessly, that you lost your balance and stumbled right into his chest. before you could fall completely, strong arms wrapped around your waist and caught you easily, holding you steady like it was the most natural thing in the world. you barely had time to blink, your face only inches from his shirt, your breath caught in your throat.
“h-heeseung?” you started, your voice small, confused, your body stiff against his. “what are you—”
but you didn’t get to finish the question. he was already lifting your chin gently with one hand, his fingers warm against your cheek, and before your brain could catch up with what was happening, his lips were on yours.
your eyes widened, breath trapped in your chest as time seemed to slow down around you. his kiss wasn’t tentative or shy — it was confident, unhesitating, filled with a kind of raw emotion that made your legs tremble. his hands were firm, one cupping your face with surprising care and the other still resting against your lower back as he leaned in closer, deepening the kiss slowly, as if he was tasting you like something rare. your heart was thudding so loudly you could feel it in your ears, and your fingers clutched at the fabric of his uniform jacket, unsure whether to push him away or hold onto him tighter.
it was your first kiss. your very first kiss. and it had just been stolen by the most unpredictable boy in your entire school — the delinquent, the troublemaker, the one who scared half the campus and had probably never said anything sweet in his life. lee heeseung. of all people. and yet… it wasn’t harsh. it wasn’t cold. it was… dizzying. warm. overwhelming. and you hated that a part of you — a very quiet, hidden part — didn’t want it to stop.
when he finally pulled away, it wasn’t abrupt. he lingered close, your foreheads nearly touching, his breath mixing with yours in the tiny space between you. your lips were tingling, slightly swollen, and you lifted your hands to cover your mouth instinctively, your cheeks now painted with the deepest shade of red. your eyes were wide and glossy, still trying to process the heat, the softness, the unfamiliar ache in your chest.
heeseung looked pleased. no — he looked smug. he licked his bottom lip slowly, like he was savoring the taste, then murmured, “you taste sweet.”
you blinked rapidly, face aflame, your heart barely holding itself together inside your chest. “w-what—?!”
“mm, i wanna kiss you again,” he said bluntly, already leaning forward as if ready to do exactly that. you squeaked in panic, stepping back quickly and trying to escape, but he was faster, his arms wrapping around your waist again and pulling you close with one smooth motion that made your breath catch. “nah, don’t run,” he muttered against your temple, his tone lower now, almost affectionate, like he was getting used to having you near. “not when you look this cute after a kiss.”
you squirmed a little, still overwhelmed, but his arms were strong and warm around you, and somehow… you didn’t feel unsafe. flustered? yes. humiliated? probably. but not afraid. not when he held you like that — like you were his. like it was normal.
he dipped his head and kissed you again, this time slower, softer, like he wanted you to melt into it, and you nearly did. your hands hovered between your bodies before settling gently against his chest, not pushing away this time, just staying there, holding onto the reality that this was happening — this impossible, ridiculous moment was real.
and when he finally pulled away, his lips brushing yours as he whispered, “you better get used to this,” you couldn’t even bring yourself to argue. you just stared at him, breathless, stunned, and a little enchanted despite yourself.
he let you go at last, stepping back with a lazy stretch and a grin that could only be described as devilish. “see you tomorrow, girlfriend,” he said casually, already walking away like he hadn’t just turned your entire world upside down. you stood frozen on the sidewalk, one hand still over your mouth, heart racing as you watched him disappear down the street.
and just like that, without meaning to, without even realizing what you’d started — you found yourself at the center of a strange, twisted, confusing story. a story that began not with a confession, but with a letter meant for someone else. a story that shouldn’t have happened.
and yet, it did.
that was how your very first love — strange and chaotic and sweet in the worst possible way — began with lee heeseung.
and somehow, you had a feeling… this was only the beginning.
summary. okay-ish questionable blind date, a wrong number and a man who has absolutely no idea why he’s being hated online by a girl he apparently played.
- in which heesung makes a mess of you and still calls you angel ⋆˚꩜｡
hi loves!! so i've honestly been so down bad for heesung its honestly embarrassing at this point. like, he breaths and i start kicking my feet. with the new album finally out (stream desire unleash!!), i had to write something sweet and a lil filthy to cure my own desires. if comeback!heesung has u spiraling, this is for you ₍^. .^₎⟆
ꪆৎ w. smut 18+ mdni!, soft dom!hee x fem!reader, fingering (f recieving), lap sitting, teasing, dirty talk, praise kink, use of pet names, language, kissing, reader gets shyyyy after, the basics tbfr.
REBLOG & COMMENT FOR KISSES ── .✦
it starts with you just sitting on his lap.
that’s all you meant for it to be anyways. a innocent, casual, lazy makeout on the couch while a half watched movie plays in the background. but heeseung? it was never just anything. not when it came to you.
you shift slightly, adjusting your legs across his thighs. but the second your hips press down and grind — even a little — his breath stutters.
“don’t do that,” he warned as he broke apart from the kiss, low and tight.
you tilt your head, all fake innocence and give a slight pout. “do what?”
heeseung’s hands fly to your waist, gripping like he’s grounding himself. but you feel it. the way he’s already hard under you, the way his fingers twitch against your skin like he’s holding back.
“you know exactly what you’re doing,” he mutters, leaning in to kiss your neck. “wearing these little shorts, climbing on my lap, acting all sweet like you don’t wanna get fucked right here.”
your breath catches. he feels it. smirks.
then — his hand slips between your legs. over your shorts. two fingers press against you through the fabric, slow and firm.
and he groans.
“…oh, baby.”
you squirm, hips twitching instinctively, but he grabs your thigh to keep you still.
“you’re soaking wet,” he says, voice dropping an octave. “fuckkkk. this pussy’s begging, baby. you feel that?”
the way he says it — like he’s stunned, like you’ve ruined him without even trying — it sends a full body shiver through you.
“i barely touched you,” he murmurs, dragging his fingers up and down the damp fabric, featherlight, like he’s testing just how far he can push you. “you’re already dripping, huh? just from sitting on my lap?”
you nod in a daze, lips parted, too turned on to play coy anymore.
heeseung leans in, kissing you deep, slow and messy, like he’s trying to make you forget how to breathe. when he finally pulls back, his voice is low, rough in your ear.
“take these off for me angel,” he murmurs. “i need to feel you.”
your checks go pink at the nickname as your hands twitch, ready to obey, but he catches your wrist gently.
“actually,” he breathes, gaze flicking up to meet yours, soft bambi eyes long gone and replaced by eyes of hunger and dominance “let me.”
you barely get a word out before his fingers slip into the waistband of your shorts, dragging them down with aching slowness. his eyes don’t leave yours for a second — dark, hungry, like he’s drinking up every one of your soft gasps, every inch of skin he reveals.
and when his fingers finally slip between your legs — bare, warm, and aching — he almost moans.
“fuck, baby. you’re soaking,” heesung groans out and without warning, one finger slides in. then two. “so fucking tight for me too.”
you let out a soft moan, head falling back, and he doesn’t let up — curling his fingers just right, thumb rubbing soft circles on your throbbing clit; his free hand gripping your thigh so tight you know it’ll leave marks later.
“say it,” he pants, voice hot in your ear. “tell me who gets you like this.”
“mmph- you,” you answer immediately, legs already starting to shake. “only you hee, just for you baby”
“that’s right.” his smile is wicked. “now come for me. don’t hold back baby, wanna hear all of you when you fall apart on my fingers.”
and you do, hips grinding, mouth open, crying out his name like it’s the only word you know.
your body’s still trembling when it’s over — thighs twitching, face buried in the crook of his neck, trying to hide how wrecked you are.
heeseung just holds you, arms locked around your waist, lips brushing the shell of your ear as he rocks you through the aftershocks.
“that’s it, angel,” he murmurs, voice soft and steady. “you did so good for me. so fucking pretty when you fall apart.”
you let out a quiet whine, cheeks burning, trying to hide deeper in his hoodie — and of course he notices.
his fingers stroke slowly up your spine, calming and warm.
“what, all shy now?” he says under his breath, a little amused. “thought you were just being brave.”
you don’t respond — just groan into his shoulder, and he laughs, pressing a kiss to your temple.
“mm, that’s what i thought,” he hums, then leans back just enough to look at you. “don’t go climbing into my lap like that if you’re gonna melt the second it’s over.”
his voice is teasing, but his eyes are nothing but soft.
and you still breathless and flushed, curled up against him — just nod, letting him hold you like it’s the only place you belong.
a quick heeseung headcanon (cause he's an ultimate bias wrecker). cw: jealous! heeseung. 2 pm kisses.
you knew heeseung kept his jealousy to himself all the time. the last time he saw you talking with jay, he didn't say anything then left with a goddamn 'enjoy yourself' and an awkward smile. even when you both go home, he casually makes your favorite toast as usual. oh, seungi. you're quite good at hiding things
so you decided to test his patience.
today's a warm sunday, considering the heavy rain every single day for the whole week. but still, the petrichor smell filled every room without exception. including your room. heeseung currently living his dream, his little hands holding the blanket tight. although it's not raining, the weather seems cooler than last week.
"heeseung, wake up love. it's 2 pm, we should get something to eat," you spoke slowly then tapping his broad shoulder lightly.
"mmh ... "
"heeseung, honey." for five minutes, all you got was just: mmh, bit more, and a weak yess hmm. for this reason, you decide to tell him a story.
"i met jay at the flowershop yesterday, it looks like he has a crush." heeseung hasn't opened up his mouth yet. you continued, "jay has a nice taste of flowers apparently.
i want that in a man," someone interrupts you, bringing you closer to his chest and letting his hands linger on your waist. this isn't enough, you begin to keep up the story. "he wore a black shirt, grey sweatpant with a jacket on. huft, that's quite—"
muah
"hm?" you're pretty sure the man beside you is awake. but he hasn't opened his eyes. "you know men look drop-dead gorgeous when they wear a grey sweatshirt, didn't think jay would be—"
muah
"i would like to see him ag—"
muah
"heeseung, you know quite well that i hate being interrupted while ta—"
muah
the kiss didn't stop. he pushes the back of your head closer, another hand caressing your back. the pecks aren't enough, he needs to devour you. his kisses are getting deeper as he pushes your shirt up high, and his hand brushes your bare back.
"don't talk about jay, please just—" you interrupt, it's a revenge. you kiss his lips, both of his cheeks, eyes, forehead, and his little nose. he's pouting, looking down at the sheets. this man is a whole new experience.
"well, you look hotter when you jealous."
"it's torturing me," heeseung begs. and you've found the counter attack,
pairing. nerd!classmate! lee heesung x f!reader w.c. 0.7k tw/cw. kissing genre. non idol au, highschool/college au, fluff
sru's note. find me a boy like this cause I NEED HIM!🗣️ kinda long fic lolol feedbacks and reblogs are always appreciated!
requested by this sweet anon ☆
m.list ⏐ requests are open! ⏐ navi
nerd!classmate! heesung who is oblivious to all the girls' infatuated eyes around him, whispering and giggling about him whenever he passes by.
nerd!classmate! heesung who is always seen with his books and projects almost every time.
nerd!classmate! heesung who rejects to tutor all the popular girls or even go on a date with them, coming up with the unchanging excuse that he's always occupied with studies. but he knows they're all infatuations.
nerd!classmate! heesung who only has his eyes on you, secretly admiring you from afar for god knows how long, he's just drowning in your beauty, your kindness, your smile, just you.
nerd!classmate! heesung who's heart is beating out of chest everytime the group projects or lab practicals are around, afterall he wants to be partners with only you :(
nerd!classmate! heesung who hides secret love notes throughout your spent time in the project together, which are obvious yet opaque.
nerd!classmate! heesung who proposes to tutor you in maths cause you're weak at it :( but obviously he has his own motives.
nerd!classmate! heesung who gives you tough and long numericals deliberately just so he can admire your pretty face, so he can brush your hair back softly or even pinch your cheeks in the meanwhile, just to see your flushed and embarrassed face which makes his pupils dilate.
"you know, i really wondered how your cheeks are always so flushed," "oh? i'm using a new blush---!", "i hope it's because of me one day,"
nerd!classmate! heesung who has you folding and fawning over his genius pick up lines, he has you blushing the most!! the other bois can't compete!!
your friends often make fun and poke at you for spending too much time with nerd!classmate! heesung nowadays, but you can't help it! he's too wholesome with his rants about his fav movie the toy story, about buzz lightyear! you could listen to him for hours!
not a second spent with nerd!classmate! heesung is boring or flat. he's always got you occupied with his antics, whether it's movies or deep talks with you.
nerd!classmate! heesung who sends you all the class notes you missed when you were sick, drawing a heart on each page <3 but he also gives you his own notes too tho >.<
nerd!classmate! heesung who lets you draw over his notebooks anytime, sometimes he also cuts them up and saves them!
nerd!classmate! heesung who writes you cute letters and drops them in your locker whenever you're feeling down or insecure, he appreciates every feature of you in those letter :( sometimes he also drops chocolates :(
nerd!classmate! heesung who offers to carry your bag around school and back home, saying it's too heavy for you.
nerd!classmate! heesung who attends your extra classes for you when you're not feeling well, he also offers his shoulder for you to sleep on :(
nerd!classmate! heesung who buys your favourite snacks and stationeries for you, and no matter how much you tell him not to he won't stop! he just wants to spoil you :(
nerd!classmate! heesung who pulls you aside from the booming music at the party, and takes you to quiet place of fresh air and tranquility, so he can confess to you >.<
nerd!classmate! heesung who can't help but be all reddened up when he's proposing to you, stuttering and mumbling in his own words as he keeps looking down, yet holding your hands in his.
"y/n, i don't know for h-how long but, I've always been in love with you."
and when you flush back and whisper your mutual love back to him, nerd!classmate! heesung cant help but smile in glee and pick you up in his strong arms, twirling you around while you two laugh like idiots in love <3
nerd!classmate! heesung who takes your breathe by pushing you against the wall and stealing your first kiss. it was so sweet, yet it made your heart beat like crazy!
nerd!classmate! heesung who's not a green flag, but the whole green forest <3 he makes you believe in love, in soulmates and destiny.
What kind of polaroid pic of you enhypen would have under their phone case (sfw)
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Heesung
Hee would have a polaroid pic of both of you, him holding your waist and you kissing him on the cheek, him grinning at the camera.
Jay
Since it is the photo for everyone’s eyes Jay would have a pic of you posing together at a party or an event - both dressed up and looking your best.
Jake
I feel like Jake would have a playful polaroid of you - you smiling or laughing maybe a bit blurry as it was taken spontaneously. Maybe also a picture of you two fooling around and doing funny poses.
Sunghoon
He would have a pretty picture of you - most likely from one of your dates, taken at the pretty setting maybe with cherry blossom flowers or on the ice rink during Christmas season.
Jungwon
He would definitely ask for a cute polaroid, make you pose with cat ears or make a heart, you would be smiling at him taking the pic. Could be a selfie of both of you as well.
Sunoo
I think Sunoo would want to have a selfie of both of you, i also think he would love to take new polaroids and change them every month always coming up with fun ideas for pictures.
Niki
This boy would have a cool polaroid of you, he would take it sneakily at one of your late night walks, picture a bit blurry with a flash, very low key and aesthetic.
