hickey prank!!
enha!hyung line
warnings: suggestive, foul language (jake's got a potty mouth), mdni
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heeseung
you were about to give up on your prank as the third hour passed at the dorm, and he still hadn't noticed the red splotch on your neck. sighing loudly, you cross your arms and decide to glare at the back of his head, hoping he'll feel your stare. he does about two minutes later and glances back at you sitting on his bed. pausing his game, he pulls his left headphone off his ear and huffs a laugh at your face.
"what's with the pout, doll?" by his smug grin you can automatically tell he's messing with you. the frown on your face melts and you get up from your place on the edge of his bed, uncrossing your arms to push at his shoulder guiltily.
"you're no fun!" you complain to him with a laugh while he gasps dramatically.
"oh my- are you cheating on me!?" he exclaims, clearly just poking fun at you now, wiping at your neck. he holds his finger with the purple eyeshadow up to your face with amusement. "it looks like somebody smashed a blueberry on your neck, babe."
heeseung truly never lets you win.
jay
you almost feel bad when you see his smile slide straight off his face as he lets you through the door. deciding to keep up the act, you smile at him and step past with a kiss on his cheek.
"hey, baby!" you exclaim cheerfully, not getting very far as he catches your wrist and pulls you to him.
"you have something to tell me, y/n?" he says, eyeing your neck with a confused frown. of course, this man was not going to let this slide. if you had even cut a centimeter off the ends of your hair he would notice right away and compliment your haircut. you didn't know why you thought he wouldn't notice at first, and now you have to act dumb.
"hmm..." you pretend to think and look up at him innocently. "i love you?" you say cheekily, trying to hide your fake guilt. although, with how he's looking at you, it's turning into real guilt. your heart quickens with the way his eyes dart around your face and down to your neck.
"not quite the answer i was looking for, sweetheart," his expression turns even more serious as his thumb goes to swipe at the fake hickey. you try not to give anything away in your expression when his thumb wipes away the pigment.
he brings his thumb up to examine it with confusion, "is that-"
"april fools!" you cut him off as realization dawns on him (it's not even april).
"you little-" he has you dangling over his shoulder in half a second, producing a screech from you.
"wait! i'm sorry!" you plead with a laugh, feeling everything you had in your hands fall to the floor. though he cuts your begging off with a sharp spank on your ass.
"oh you’ll be sorry alright.”
jake
he noticed the mark on your neck faster than you initially expected. that's not saying he's not attentive, but usually he's got his head in the clouds.
you had put the makeup on messily in his bathroom with the little makeup you brought to the dorm. when you were done trying to make it look believable, you made your way out and sat with him on the couch. it was almost impossible to hold in your laugh at the thought of pranking him, so you got up with the excuse of getting water from the kitchen. of course, he had to smack your ass as you passed (bf tax), but you only half-glared at him as you made your way out of the room.
jake comes creeping into the kitchen not even 30 seconds after you leave him, and you almost grin at his curious look. one of his hands wraps around your waist and the other one takes the glass of water out of your hand to set it on the counter.
"what're you doing baby?" you can tell he now realizes something's up as he searches your face. deciding you want to move things along, you noticeably shift so your neck is in view and try to hide a giggle as he finally notices the red splotch.
before you even respond to his question he’s asking, "what the fuck is that?"
"what do you mean, jakey?" you grin innocently at him. he looks almost dumbfounded at this.
"i mean this big ass hickey on your fucking neck, y/n." he's now holding your jaw so that your neck is presented to him. you can tell he's starting to get angry as his hold tightens on your face, so you decide to give the act up.
"babe, it's just a prank," you giggle out as he finally releases your face. the relief on his face is instant, and your skin tingles as he wipes his thumb down your neck. his dumbfounded expression just makes you laugh harder, practically collapsing on the counter behind you.
"yea? you think it's funny?" he's playfully growling at you while he plops you down on the countertop, shoving your legs apart so he can stand between them. you immediately notice the change in the air and gasp when his mouth meets the sensitive skin of your neck.
"won’t be funny for long, brat.”
sunghoon
he knows something's up the second your eyes meet (especially because of the thick scarf wrapped around your neck...it's september). he lets you through the door with a raised eyebrow at your meek greeting.
"what's with the scarf? your grandma make it or something?" he says, tugging on the end of it. your hands quickly grab it to put it back in place, keeping up your act.
"yes, actually. it's hand-knit!" you exclaim innocently and smile up at him. he's clearly not convinced as his face twists up.
"that's lovely. would you like to hang it up, perhaps? it's like 80 degrees..." he trails off as you brush past him and put your stuff down.
"mmm no, i think i'll keep it on," you respond passively; your expression almost breaks at the look on his face.
"..."
"..."
the silence is palpable between you two as you stare at each other in silence. wow, your acting skills are superior.
"what's under the scarf, doll." it clearly was not a question but more of a demand for you to remove it as he stalked closer to you.
you swallow down a giggle as you take a step back for every step he takes.
"well that would be my neck, you see-" your squeak is cut off as you see him speed up. deciding to make a run for it, you position yourself behind the couch; the opposite side as him.
the two of you have a show-down for about a second before he breaks the silence.
"if you show me now, i'll be nice." he offers and crosses his arms. you almost give in, seeing his muscles bulge under his t-shirt.
"you're not giving off very nice vibes right now..." you say, eyeing the kitchen as your escape. he catches your movement a second too late as you sprint to the kitchen in hopes of salvation.
your prayers are answered as you spot an unassuming heeseung hovered over the ramen on the stove.
"heeseung! help!" you beg frantically with a laugh. at the least, he seems a little frazzled as you use him as a human shield against your boyfriend.
"y/n? what's happening?" he tries looking over his shoulder in confusion as you peek around him to look at an unimpressed sunghoon.
"he's gonna get me!" you cry out pointing at the man.
"hyung, i'll deal with this," he grumbles and stalks towards the two of you. your grip on hee's shoulders tightens as you plead, "hoon, please-" you cut off as heeseung moves so sunghoon can grapple you.
your laugh echoes through the kitchen as you get thrown over his shoulder in one move. "it's a prank! please hoon! somebody help!
a sharp spank interrupts your pleading and hysterical laughs.
heeseung's head pops out from around the kitchen corner, "don’t break anything!”
in my corny era🙈🙈sorry hee’s is so short!!
