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A LiTTLE TOO LATE ✿ LHS

💬──in which, you and your ex boyfriend still love each other but you can't just get together.

lee heeseung x fem!reader / angst, comfort . . . cw. drunk reader, mentions of breakups, skinship, lots of angst, cussing, lots of crying, heeseung is mad most of the time and kind of rude but definitely kinder at the end, reader is a little dumb.   + 2.3k wc ── ( masterlist! )   ◌ inspired by this bot by .loafenmi on c.ai!

THERE WERE PLENTY of things you regretted in life. Most of them were simple—a missed train, a text you never sent, words said in anger. But none compared to the ache you felt from breaking up with Lee Heeseung—the one person who made even your worst days feel bearable—just because you were going through a hard time.

It was ironic. You wanted to hug him, kiss him—to be with him even though you were the one who let him go. There was no going back, and you knew that. But still, a part of you always wished there was.

Now here you were—sitting on a park bench at midnight, phone in hand, drunk out of your mind, watching your screen as his name lit up. You weren’t sure what you expected if he’d even pick up, or what you’d say if he did. But you’d called him anyway. ─ more under cut!

"(Name)?" you finally heard him say on the other end. It was cold. Distant. As if he was answering a stranger.

"Oh! Hi, Hee!" you said cheerfully when you heard his sleepy voice.

There was a pause. You could practically hear him debating whether to hang up or stay on the line.

"...Are you drunk?" he asked finally, sighing. "I told you to not drink much, you know you're a lightweight. Go home. It's late."

"Can I come over?" you mumbled. "I'll catch a taxi."

"But we broke up."

You froze. You weren’t his anymore. But hearing it from him stung.

"From now on," he continued. "don’t call me when you’re drunk. We’re not... whatever we were anymore. You wanted it this way. Just go home, (Name). Call a taxi."

"Oh... Right."

He sighed once more, knowing that just by hearing your tone, he could understand you were definitely wasted. "So go home." He said nonchalantly. "Are you even near your house? Have you called a taxi?"

"It's alright. It's 10 minutes from here to my house anyways. I'll walk."

But no way in hell was he going to let you walk home alone, drunk, at night.

"No. You're not walking home." He responded firmly. "I'll pick you up instead. Where are you?"

"I thought you didn't wanna see me."

"I don't." He said truthfully, not even hesitating one bit. "But I’m not about to let you get hurt. Where are you?"

"No, it's oka-"        "I said I'll pick you up. Stop being stubborn and tell me your location."

You sighed, knowing how stubborn Heeseung could be as well. As much as you wanted to see him again, you didn't want him to come pick you up at this hour when it was obvious you woke him up. "Fine.. I'm at the park."        "Stay there and don't move."

He quickly grabbed his car keys, stepping out of his house. His steps were fast and he almost ran to his car, getting in and starting the engine. He was still a bit upset that you called him when you're drunk, but he couldn't just ignore you especially in this kind of situation. He was still worried.

It didn't take him so long to arrive at the park. And when he did, he finally saw you sitting on a swing, looking absolutely wasted.

He parked his car before getting out and approaching you. "You're so stupid, you know that?" He mumbled, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Rude."        "Whatever. Get in."

He helped you walk to his car, opening the door for you and helping you get in. When you were both in the car, he put on his seatbelt before starting the engine, turning the heater on to keep the car warm and comfortable.

After a few minutes in the car now that you were a lot more sober and could think properly, you spoke up and broke the awkward silence. "Sorry... for calling you this late."

"Yeah, you should be, dumbass. You're drunk and it's late. Not to mention you called me, out of all p-"

"Can you just stop with the insulting nicknames? It's annoying." You cut him off. "No, I don't want to. Besides, you deserve it. You shouldn't have even called me in the first place."

"And I said I'm sorry. I was even more drunk then and I didn't know what I was doing. If you didn't like me that much you could've just let me go home and block me so it doesn't happen again. I don't get what's your problem with me besides our breakup, you get mad so easily. You weren't like this before."

He took a deep breath before speaking, his tone still cold. "It's not like I hate you or anything. I just don't understand why you still care enough to call me, of all people, when you're drunk. You're the one who broke up with me, remember? Make it make sense."        "I was not on the right mind back then either. Everything was too much and I just wanted a little space. Maybe the way I did or worded that wasn't exactly right and I regret it but I was just trying to make it better for us."

Heeseung sighed with frustration before continuing, his voice now getting slightly higher. "Making things better for us? That's bullshit. If you really wanted things to be better for us, you should've told me how you were feeling. I would've given space to you if you told me. But no, miss I-don't-need-anyone-even-if-I'm-breaking-down decided to just leave without an explanation."

"I know and I said I'm sorry." His grip on the steering wheel tightened, as if he was trying to control the emotions building up inside him. "Sorry doesn't cut it."

You let out a scoff. "What else do you want me to do? Beg on my knees?"

He finally snapped, taking one hand off the steering wheel and running it through his hair in frustration. "I don't know, maybe start by explaining to me why you did it in the first place? How you could just so easily forget the two years we've spent together!"

"Look, I'm not good with words, okay? I was so dumb back then so I didn't know what to do when I was going through... hard times, I guess. I was just too mad at myself about everything and about all the shit I've been going through because of my mistakes that I forgot how you could feel about it. So, I'm sorry, for the millionth time today."

The car fell silent, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the wheel. You could tell he was thinking. Processing. Hurting.

"Why did you decide to call me, then? You could've called anyone else, but you chose to call your ex instead."

"Because I miss you." you whispered. It was the truth. Even if it didn’t justify anything.

He went still."Don't say that, you don't have the right to say you miss me after what you did."

"Stop acting like I did a serious crime."

"You have no idea how much it hurt me. Seeing you call me right now, telling me that you miss me. Do you even know how fucking painful that is for me right now? I've been trying to move on but you are not helping." He said, his voice cracking, the cold and nonchalant tone finally disappearing. "Is this some sort of sick joke to you?"

"What?" You said, frowning. "No, of course not. You know I would never do that."

He let out a scoff. "Then what is it? Why did you decide to call me right now? I don't fucking understand you."

"Heeseung, you should pull over." He let out a shaky breath, knowing you were right. He didn't even realize how tight his grip on the steering wheel was until you pointed it out. He quickly pulled over, leaning back against the seat after shutting off the engine.

You hesitated, then said quietly, "...You can cry if you want you know, I don't mind." You said at last. "It'll help you feel better and calm down after."

He was taken aback by your words. It wasn't something he expected you to say. He didn't say anything at first, just closed his eyes and leaned back. After a moment of silence, he spoke, his voice quiet and a bit shaky. "I don't want you to see me cry, idiot."

"It's not something embarrassing. Everyone cries." You said, your voice softer now. "I'm just saying I don't mind. Do whatever you want."

Another silence. Then the tears came—quiet at first, then all at once, his chest heaving with sobs he had buried for too long. "There you go. Just let it all out, it's gonna feel better."

He continued crying and letting all his emotions out. His voice was shaky and breathless but he managed to speak. "I-I missed you so fucking much, you don't understand."

Your chest tightened. You wanted to hug him, to undo the pain. But you were the reason he was crying. That guilt sat heavy on your shoulders. "I know it doesn't change anything but I'm really sorry, Hee. I really am."

It took him a while to finally calm down, his sobs turning into quiet hiccups as he tried to catch his breath. His eyes were red and puffy, and his face was still wet with tears. He wiped his face with the back of his hand, sniffling and trying to collect himself.

After he fully calmed down, he started the car again. "This is gonna be the last time we speak," he said his voice low but clear. "Once I drop you off, we're done. No calling, no texting, nothing. Don't try to reach out to me because I won't respond."

"...Alright," you whispered.

When the car finally stopped in front of your house, you unbuckled your seatbelt and got out. He sat there watching you getting out of his car. You stood outside of the car, just looking to him because you knew that was the last time you got to see his beautiful eyes.

"You should go in. It's cold."        "Yeah..." You said, even though you didn't move. You couldn't get yourself to move, to leave so early. You two looked at each other in silence for a moment before you spoke up. "Sorry, I just... I don't wanna leave. This feels wrong."

"Well, you need to. That's how life goes." He replied, his voice sounding more and more cold with each word he said.

"I know..."

You wiped your tears, trying to be discreet. But he saw. And it shattered him. He felt his heart ache seeing you cry again. He wanted to reach out, to comfort you, to tell you that everything will be okay. But he couldn't. He couldn't just trust you again. "Don't cry..." He murmured.

"I can't help it." You mumbled. "This is so embarrassing..."

He couldn't help but laugh softly at your words. "Yeah, it kinda is."

You slowly kneeled down sat on your doorstep, letting out everything as you hid your face with your hands. "You can just go... I'll get inside in a minute anyways."

He couldn't just go, not like this. Not with you sobbing outside your doorstep and him sitting in the car, unable to comfort you. "Damn it..." He muttered to himself before letting out a deep sigh. He unbuckled his seatbelt and stepped out of the car.

He walked towards you, his footsteps slow. He sat down next to you on the doorstep, leaving some distance between the two of you.

"C'mon, stop crying, idiot." He finally spoke, his voice more gentle this time. "What are you even crying for?"

"For everything. I hurt you, I ruined our relationship. I basically fucked everything up. I always say I need to change but end up doing it again. I'm just... so fucking dumb, it's frustrating... Oh god, I sound so pathetic."

"You know what your problem is?" He shifted closer to you, leaning back against the wall. "You're being too hard on yourself. Sure, you messed up. You hurt me, you hurt yourself.. But crying and calling yourself dumb and pathetic won't make in any good." He said, his tone soft and sincere for the first time that day. "Don't call yourself weak. You've been through a lot, and you're still standing. That makes you stronger than you think." He shifted even closer, his arm now wrapping around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. He rested your head against his shoulder. You sniffled and wiped your tears. "You shouldn't be comforting me..." He chuckled softly at your words, the sound rumbling through his chest.

"Why not?" He asked, his hand playing with your hair, gently twirling it around his fingers. "I made you cry a few minutes ago. I don't think I deserve it." He shook his head, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Yeah, you did make me cry. But it doesn't mean that I don't care about you." "Thanks..." You muttered, now that you were feeling better and calmer. "No need to thank me." He replied softly, still playing with your hair. "You should get some rest." He stood up slowly, walking back to his car. He glanced at you one more time before softly saying "Goodbye." And you did an awkward wave and said "Goodbye." back as he drove away with a slight smile on his face. Maybe that was the last time you saw his beautiful eyes, his face, his smile or hugged him, felt yourself in his arms. You knew you loved him and he loved you too. You two weren't just meant together. And as he drove away, what he couldn’t see was that you were smiling too.

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uhm hi hello I'M BACK. i actually wrote this like almost 2 months ago and post it on quotev. ever since i wrote it i felt like i needed to post this on here too bc yes. honestly, i think this is one of my best works so far hehe! hope ygs enjoyed it! <3

TAGLiST: @wonsprincess @orimuraa @heeaara

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A LiTTLE TOO LATE ✿ LHS

💬──in which, you and your ex boyfriend still love each other but you can't just get together.

lee heeseung x fem!reader / angst, comfort . . . cw. drunk reader, mentions of breakups, skinship, lots of angst, cussing, lots of crying, heeseung is mad most of the time and kind of rude but definitely kinder at the end, reader is a little dumb.   + 2.3k wc ── ( masterlist! )   ◌ inspired by this bot by .loafenmi on c.ai!

THERE WERE PLENTY of things you regretted in life. Most of them were simple—a missed train, a text you never sent, words said in anger. But none compared to the ache you felt from breaking up with Lee Heeseung—the one person who made even your worst days feel bearable—just because you were going through a hard time.

It was ironic. You wanted to hug him, kiss him—to be with him even though you were the one who let him go. There was no going back, and you knew that. But still, a part of you always wished there was.

Now here you were—sitting on a park bench at midnight, phone in hand, drunk out of your mind, watching your screen as his name lit up. You weren’t sure what you expected if he’d even pick up, or what you’d say if he did. But you’d called him anyway. ─ more under cut!

"(Name)?" you finally heard him say on the other end. It was cold. Distant. As if he was answering a stranger.

"Oh! Hi, Hee!" you said cheerfully when you heard his sleepy voice.

There was a pause. You could practically hear him debating whether to hang up or stay on the line.

"...Are you drunk?" he asked finally, sighing. "I told you to not drink much, you know you're a lightweight. Go home. It's late."

"Can I come over?" you mumbled. "I'll catch a taxi."

"But we broke up."

You froze. You weren’t his anymore. But hearing it from him stung.

"From now on," he continued. "don’t call me when you’re drunk. We’re not... whatever we were anymore. You wanted it this way. Just go home, (Name). Call a taxi."

"Oh... Right."

He sighed once more, knowing that just by hearing your tone, he could understand you were definitely wasted. "So go home." He said nonchalantly. "Are you even near your house? Have you called a taxi?"

"It's alright. It's 10 minutes from here to my house anyways. I'll walk."

But no way in hell was he going to let you walk home alone, drunk, at night.

"No. You're not walking home." He responded firmly. "I'll pick you up instead. Where are you?"

"I thought you didn't wanna see me."

"I don't." He said truthfully, not even hesitating one bit. "But I’m not about to let you get hurt. Where are you?"

"No, it's oka-"        "I said I'll pick you up. Stop being stubborn and tell me your location."

You sighed, knowing how stubborn Heeseung could be as well. As much as you wanted to see him again, you didn't want him to come pick you up at this hour when it was obvious you woke him up. "Fine.. I'm at the park."        "Stay there and don't move."

He quickly grabbed his car keys, stepping out of his house. His steps were fast and he almost ran to his car, getting in and starting the engine. He was still a bit upset that you called him when you're drunk, but he couldn't just ignore you especially in this kind of situation. He was still worried.

It didn't take him so long to arrive at the park. And when he did, he finally saw you sitting on a swing, looking absolutely wasted.

He parked his car before getting out and approaching you. "You're so stupid, you know that?" He mumbled, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Rude."        "Whatever. Get in."

He helped you walk to his car, opening the door for you and helping you get in. When you were both in the car, he put on his seatbelt before starting the engine, turning the heater on to keep the car warm and comfortable.

After a few minutes in the car now that you were a lot more sober and could think properly, you spoke up and broke the awkward silence. "Sorry... for calling you this late."

"Yeah, you should be, dumbass. You're drunk and it's late. Not to mention you called me, out of all p-"

"Can you just stop with the insulting nicknames? It's annoying." You cut him off. "No, I don't want to. Besides, you deserve it. You shouldn't have even called me in the first place."

"And I said I'm sorry. I was even more drunk then and I didn't know what I was doing. If you didn't like me that much you could've just let me go home and block me so it doesn't happen again. I don't get what's your problem with me besides our breakup, you get mad so easily. You weren't like this before."

He took a deep breath before speaking, his tone still cold. "It's not like I hate you or anything. I just don't understand why you still care enough to call me, of all people, when you're drunk. You're the one who broke up with me, remember? Make it make sense."        "I was not on the right mind back then either. Everything was too much and I just wanted a little space. Maybe the way I did or worded that wasn't exactly right and I regret it but I was just trying to make it better for us."

Heeseung sighed with frustration before continuing, his voice now getting slightly higher. "Making things better for us? That's bullshit. If you really wanted things to be better for us, you should've told me how you were feeling. I would've given space to you if you told me. But no, miss I-don't-need-anyone-even-if-I'm-breaking-down decided to just leave without an explanation."

"I know and I said I'm sorry." His grip on the steering wheel tightened, as if he was trying to control the emotions building up inside him. "Sorry doesn't cut it."

You let out a scoff. "What else do you want me to do? Beg on my knees?"

He finally snapped, taking one hand off the steering wheel and running it through his hair in frustration. "I don't know, maybe start by explaining to me why you did it in the first place? How you could just so easily forget the two years we've spent together!"

"Look, I'm not good with words, okay? I was so dumb back then so I didn't know what to do when I was going through... hard times, I guess. I was just too mad at myself about everything and about all the shit I've been going through because of my mistakes that I forgot how you could feel about it. So, I'm sorry, for the millionth time today."

The car fell silent, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the wheel. You could tell he was thinking. Processing. Hurting.

"Why did you decide to call me, then? You could've called anyone else, but you chose to call your ex instead."

"Because I miss you." you whispered. It was the truth. Even if it didn’t justify anything.

He went still."Don't say that, you don't have the right to say you miss me after what you did."

"Stop acting like I did a serious crime."

"You have no idea how much it hurt me. Seeing you call me right now, telling me that you miss me. Do you even know how fucking painful that is for me right now? I've been trying to move on but you are not helping." He said, his voice cracking, the cold and nonchalant tone finally disappearing. "Is this some sort of sick joke to you?"

"What?" You said, frowning. "No, of course not. You know I would never do that."

He let out a scoff. "Then what is it? Why did you decide to call me right now? I don't fucking understand you."

"Heeseung, you should pull over." He let out a shaky breath, knowing you were right. He didn't even realize how tight his grip on the steering wheel was until you pointed it out. He quickly pulled over, leaning back against the seat after shutting off the engine.

You hesitated, then said quietly, "...You can cry if you want you know, I don't mind." You said at last. "It'll help you feel better and calm down after."

He was taken aback by your words. It wasn't something he expected you to say. He didn't say anything at first, just closed his eyes and leaned back. After a moment of silence, he spoke, his voice quiet and a bit shaky. "I don't want you to see me cry, idiot."

"It's not something embarrassing. Everyone cries." You said, your voice softer now. "I'm just saying I don't mind. Do whatever you want."

Another silence. Then the tears came—quiet at first, then all at once, his chest heaving with sobs he had buried for too long. "There you go. Just let it all out, it's gonna feel better."

He continued crying and letting all his emotions out. His voice was shaky and breathless but he managed to speak. "I-I missed you so fucking much, you don't understand."

Your chest tightened. You wanted to hug him, to undo the pain. But you were the reason he was crying. That guilt sat heavy on your shoulders. "I know it doesn't change anything but I'm really sorry, Hee. I really am."

It took him a while to finally calm down, his sobs turning into quiet hiccups as he tried to catch his breath. His eyes were red and puffy, and his face was still wet with tears. He wiped his face with the back of his hand, sniffling and trying to collect himself.

After he fully calmed down, he started the car again. "This is gonna be the last time we speak," he said his voice low but clear. "Once I drop you off, we're done. No calling, no texting, nothing. Don't try to reach out to me because I won't respond."

"...Alright," you whispered.

When the car finally stopped in front of your house, you unbuckled your seatbelt and got out. He sat there watching you getting out of his car. You stood outside of the car, just looking to him because you knew that was the last time you got to see his beautiful eyes.

"You should go in. It's cold."        "Yeah..." You said, even though you didn't move. You couldn't get yourself to move, to leave so early. You two looked at each other in silence for a moment before you spoke up. "Sorry, I just... I don't wanna leave. This feels wrong."

"Well, you need to. That's how life goes." He replied, his voice sounding more and more cold with each word he said.

"I know..."

You wiped your tears, trying to be discreet. But he saw. And it shattered him. He felt his heart ache seeing you cry again. He wanted to reach out, to comfort you, to tell you that everything will be okay. But he couldn't. He couldn't just trust you again. "Don't cry..." He murmured.

"I can't help it." You mumbled. "This is so embarrassing..."

He couldn't help but laugh softly at your words. "Yeah, it kinda is."

You slowly kneeled down sat on your doorstep, letting out everything as you hid your face with your hands. "You can just go... I'll get inside in a minute anyways."

He couldn't just go, not like this. Not with you sobbing outside your doorstep and him sitting in the car, unable to comfort you. "Damn it..." He muttered to himself before letting out a deep sigh. He unbuckled his seatbelt and stepped out of the car.

He walked towards you, his footsteps slow. He sat down next to you on the doorstep, leaving some distance between the two of you.

"C'mon, stop crying, idiot." He finally spoke, his voice more gentle this time. "What are you even crying for?"

"For everything. I hurt you, I ruined our relationship. I basically fucked everything up. I always say I need to change but end up doing it again. I'm just... so fucking dumb, it's frustrating... Oh god, I sound so pathetic."

"You know what your problem is?" He shifted closer to you, leaning back against the wall. "You're being too hard on yourself. Sure, you messed up. You hurt me, you hurt yourself.. But crying and calling yourself dumb and pathetic won't make in any good." He said, his tone soft and sincere for the first time that day. "Don't call yourself weak. You've been through a lot, and you're still standing. That makes you stronger than you think." He shifted even closer, his arm now wrapping around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. He rested your head against his shoulder. You sniffled and wiped your tears. "You shouldn't be comforting me..." He chuckled softly at your words, the sound rumbling through his chest.

"Why not?" He asked, his hand playing with your hair, gently twirling it around his fingers. "I made you cry a few minutes ago. I don't think I deserve it." He shook his head, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Yeah, you did make me cry. But it doesn't mean that I don't care about you." "Thanks..." You muttered, now that you were feeling better and calmer. "No need to thank me." He replied softly, still playing with your hair. "You should get some rest." He stood up slowly, walking back to his car. He glanced at you one more time before softly saying "Goodbye." And you did an awkward wave and said "Goodbye." back as he drove away with a slight smile on his face. Maybe that was the last time you saw his beautiful eyes, his face, his smile or hugged him, felt yourself in his arms. You knew you loved him and he loved you too. You two weren't just meant together. And as he drove away, what he couldn’t see was that you were smiling too.

.vmpivory    ©    all rights reserved    ━    2025

uhm hi hello I'M BACK. i actually wrote this like almost 2 months ago and post it on quotev. ever since i wrote it i felt like i needed to post this on here too bc yes. honestly, i think this is one of my best works so far hehe! hope ygs enjoyed it! <3

TAGLiST: @wonsprincess @orimuraa @heeaara

[vmpivory]

A LiTTLE TOO LATE ✿ LHS

💬──in which, you and your ex boyfriend still love each other but you can't just get together.

lee heeseung x fem!reader / angst, comfort . . . cw. drunk reader, mentions of breakups, skinship, lots of angst, cussing, lots of crying, heeseung is mad most of the time and kind of rude but definitely kinder at the end, reader is a little dumb.   + 2.3k wc ── ( masterlist! )   ◌ inspired by this bot by .loafenmi on c.ai!

THERE WERE PLENTY of things you regretted in life. Most of them were simple—a missed train, a text you never sent, words said in anger. But none compared to the ache you felt from breaking up with Lee Heeseung—the one person who made even your worst days feel bearable—just because you were going through a hard time.

It was ironic. You wanted to hug him, kiss him—to be with him even though you were the one who let him go. There was no going back, and you knew that. But still, a part of you always wished there was.

Now here you were—sitting on a park bench at midnight, phone in hand, drunk out of your mind, watching your screen as his name lit up. You weren’t sure what you expected if he’d even pick up, or what you’d say if he did. But you’d called him anyway. ─ more under cut!

"(Name)?" you finally heard him say on the other end. It was cold. Distant. As if he was answering a stranger.

"Oh! Hi, Hee!" you said cheerfully when you heard his sleepy voice.

There was a pause. You could practically hear him debating whether to hang up or stay on the line.

"...Are you drunk?" he asked finally, sighing. "I told you to not drink much, you know you're a lightweight. Go home. It's late."

"Can I come over?" you mumbled. "I'll catch a taxi."

"But we broke up."

You froze. You weren’t his anymore. But hearing it from him stung.

"From now on," he continued. "don’t call me when you’re drunk. We’re not... whatever we were anymore. You wanted it this way. Just go home, (Name). Call a taxi."

"Oh... Right."

He sighed once more, knowing that just by hearing your tone, he could understand you were definitely wasted. "So go home." He said nonchalantly. "Are you even near your house? Have you called a taxi?"

"It's alright. It's 10 minutes from here to my house anyways. I'll walk."

But no way in hell was he going to let you walk home alone, drunk, at night.

"No. You're not walking home." He responded firmly. "I'll pick you up instead. Where are you?"

"I thought you didn't wanna see me."

"I don't." He said truthfully, not even hesitating one bit. "But I’m not about to let you get hurt. Where are you?"

"No, it's oka-"        "I said I'll pick you up. Stop being stubborn and tell me your location."

You sighed, knowing how stubborn Heeseung could be as well. As much as you wanted to see him again, you didn't want him to come pick you up at this hour when it was obvious you woke him up. "Fine.. I'm at the park."        "Stay there and don't move."

He quickly grabbed his car keys, stepping out of his house. His steps were fast and he almost ran to his car, getting in and starting the engine. He was still a bit upset that you called him when you're drunk, but he couldn't just ignore you especially in this kind of situation. He was still worried.

It didn't take him so long to arrive at the park. And when he did, he finally saw you sitting on a swing, looking absolutely wasted.

He parked his car before getting out and approaching you. "You're so stupid, you know that?" He mumbled, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Rude."        "Whatever. Get in."

He helped you walk to his car, opening the door for you and helping you get in. When you were both in the car, he put on his seatbelt before starting the engine, turning the heater on to keep the car warm and comfortable.

After a few minutes in the car now that you were a lot more sober and could think properly, you spoke up and broke the awkward silence. "Sorry... for calling you this late."

"Yeah, you should be, dumbass. You're drunk and it's late. Not to mention you called me, out of all p-"

"Can you just stop with the insulting nicknames? It's annoying." You cut him off. "No, I don't want to. Besides, you deserve it. You shouldn't have even called me in the first place."

"And I said I'm sorry. I was even more drunk then and I didn't know what I was doing. If you didn't like me that much you could've just let me go home and block me so it doesn't happen again. I don't get what's your problem with me besides our breakup, you get mad so easily. You weren't like this before."

He took a deep breath before speaking, his tone still cold. "It's not like I hate you or anything. I just don't understand why you still care enough to call me, of all people, when you're drunk. You're the one who broke up with me, remember? Make it make sense."        "I was not on the right mind back then either. Everything was too much and I just wanted a little space. Maybe the way I did or worded that wasn't exactly right and I regret it but I was just trying to make it better for us."

Heeseung sighed with frustration before continuing, his voice now getting slightly higher. "Making things better for us? That's bullshit. If you really wanted things to be better for us, you should've told me how you were feeling. I would've given space to you if you told me. But no, miss I-don't-need-anyone-even-if-I'm-breaking-down decided to just leave without an explanation."

"I know and I said I'm sorry." His grip on the steering wheel tightened, as if he was trying to control the emotions building up inside him. "Sorry doesn't cut it."

You let out a scoff. "What else do you want me to do? Beg on my knees?"

He finally snapped, taking one hand off the steering wheel and running it through his hair in frustration. "I don't know, maybe start by explaining to me why you did it in the first place? How you could just so easily forget the two years we've spent together!"

"Look, I'm not good with words, okay? I was so dumb back then so I didn't know what to do when I was going through... hard times, I guess. I was just too mad at myself about everything and about all the shit I've been going through because of my mistakes that I forgot how you could feel about it. So, I'm sorry, for the millionth time today."

The car fell silent, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the wheel. You could tell he was thinking. Processing. Hurting.

"Why did you decide to call me, then? You could've called anyone else, but you chose to call your ex instead."

"Because I miss you." you whispered. It was the truth. Even if it didn’t justify anything.

He went still."Don't say that, you don't have the right to say you miss me after what you did."

"Stop acting like I did a serious crime."

"You have no idea how much it hurt me. Seeing you call me right now, telling me that you miss me. Do you even know how fucking painful that is for me right now? I've been trying to move on but you are not helping." He said, his voice cracking, the cold and nonchalant tone finally disappearing. "Is this some sort of sick joke to you?"

"What?" You said, frowning. "No, of course not. You know I would never do that."

He let out a scoff. "Then what is it? Why did you decide to call me right now? I don't fucking understand you."

"Heeseung, you should pull over." He let out a shaky breath, knowing you were right. He didn't even realize how tight his grip on the steering wheel was until you pointed it out. He quickly pulled over, leaning back against the seat after shutting off the engine.

You hesitated, then said quietly, "...You can cry if you want you know, I don't mind." You said at last. "It'll help you feel better and calm down after."

He was taken aback by your words. It wasn't something he expected you to say. He didn't say anything at first, just closed his eyes and leaned back. After a moment of silence, he spoke, his voice quiet and a bit shaky. "I don't want you to see me cry, idiot."

"It's not something embarrassing. Everyone cries." You said, your voice softer now. "I'm just saying I don't mind. Do whatever you want."

Another silence. Then the tears came—quiet at first, then all at once, his chest heaving with sobs he had buried for too long. "There you go. Just let it all out, it's gonna feel better."

He continued crying and letting all his emotions out. His voice was shaky and breathless but he managed to speak. "I-I missed you so fucking much, you don't understand."

Your chest tightened. You wanted to hug him, to undo the pain. But you were the reason he was crying. That guilt sat heavy on your shoulders. "I know it doesn't change anything but I'm really sorry, Hee. I really am."

It took him a while to finally calm down, his sobs turning into quiet hiccups as he tried to catch his breath. His eyes were red and puffy, and his face was still wet with tears. He wiped his face with the back of his hand, sniffling and trying to collect himself.

After he fully calmed down, he started the car again. "This is gonna be the last time we speak," he said his voice low but clear. "Once I drop you off, we're done. No calling, no texting, nothing. Don't try to reach out to me because I won't respond."

"...Alright," you whispered.

When the car finally stopped in front of your house, you unbuckled your seatbelt and got out. He sat there watching you getting out of his car. You stood outside of the car, just looking to him because you knew that was the last time you got to see his beautiful eyes.

"You should go in. It's cold."        "Yeah..." You said, even though you didn't move. You couldn't get yourself to move, to leave so early. You two looked at each other in silence for a moment before you spoke up. "Sorry, I just... I don't wanna leave. This feels wrong."

"Well, you need to. That's how life goes." He replied, his voice sounding more and more cold with each word he said.

"I know..."

You wiped your tears, trying to be discreet. But he saw. And it shattered him. He felt his heart ache seeing you cry again. He wanted to reach out, to comfort you, to tell you that everything will be okay. But he couldn't. He couldn't just trust you again. "Don't cry..." He murmured.

"I can't help it." You mumbled. "This is so embarrassing..."

He couldn't help but laugh softly at your words. "Yeah, it kinda is."

You slowly kneeled down sat on your doorstep, letting out everything as you hid your face with your hands. "You can just go... I'll get inside in a minute anyways."

He couldn't just go, not like this. Not with you sobbing outside your doorstep and him sitting in the car, unable to comfort you. "Damn it..." He muttered to himself before letting out a deep sigh. He unbuckled his seatbelt and stepped out of the car.

He walked towards you, his footsteps slow. He sat down next to you on the doorstep, leaving some distance between the two of you.

"C'mon, stop crying, idiot." He finally spoke, his voice more gentle this time. "What are you even crying for?"

"For everything. I hurt you, I ruined our relationship. I basically fucked everything up. I always say I need to change but end up doing it again. I'm just... so fucking dumb, it's frustrating... Oh god, I sound so pathetic."

"You know what your problem is?" He shifted closer to you, leaning back against the wall. "You're being too hard on yourself. Sure, you messed up. You hurt me, you hurt yourself.. But crying and calling yourself dumb and pathetic won't make in any good." He said, his tone soft and sincere for the first time that day. "Don't call yourself weak. You've been through a lot, and you're still standing. That makes you stronger than you think." He shifted even closer, his arm now wrapping around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. He rested your head against his shoulder. You sniffled and wiped your tears. "You shouldn't be comforting me..." He chuckled softly at your words, the sound rumbling through his chest.

"Why not?" He asked, his hand playing with your hair, gently twirling it around his fingers. "I made you cry a few minutes ago. I don't think I deserve it." He shook his head, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Yeah, you did make me cry. But it doesn't mean that I don't care about you." "Thanks..." You muttered, now that you were feeling better and calmer. "No need to thank me." He replied softly, still playing with your hair. "You should get some rest." He stood up slowly, walking back to his car. He glanced at you one more time before softly saying "Goodbye." And you did an awkward wave and said "Goodbye." back as he drove away with a slight smile on his face. Maybe that was the last time you saw his beautiful eyes, his face, his smile or hugged him, felt yourself in his arms. You knew you loved him and he loved you too. You two weren't just meant together. And as he drove away, what he couldn’t see was that you were smiling too.

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uhm hi hello I'M BACK. i actually wrote this like almost 2 months ago and post it on quotev. ever since i wrote it i felt like i needed to post this on here too bc yes. honestly, i think this is one of my best works so far hehe! hope ygs enjoyed it! <3

TAGLiST: @wonsprincess @orimuraa @heeaara

[vmpivory]

A LiTTLE TOO LATE ✿ LHS

💬──in which, you and your ex boyfriend still love each other but you can't just get together.

lee heeseung x fem!reader / angst, comfort . . . cw. drunk reader, mentions of breakups, skinship, lots of angst, cussing, lots of crying, heeseung is mad most of the time and kind of rude but definitely kinder at the end, reader is a little dumb.   + 2.3k wc ── ( masterlist! )   ◌ inspired by this bot by .loafenmi on c.ai!

THERE WERE PLENTY of things you regretted in life. Most of them were simple—a missed train, a text you never sent, words said in anger. But none compared to the ache you felt from breaking up with Lee Heeseung—the one person who made even your worst days feel bearable—just because you were going through a hard time.

It was ironic. You wanted to hug him, kiss him—to be with him even though you were the one who let him go. There was no going back, and you knew that. But still, a part of you always wished there was.

Now here you were—sitting on a park bench at midnight, phone in hand, drunk out of your mind, watching your screen as his name lit up. You weren’t sure what you expected if he’d even pick up, or what you’d say if he did. But you’d called him anyway. ─ more under cut!

"(Name)?" you finally heard him say on the other end. It was cold. Distant. As if he was answering a stranger.

"Oh! Hi, Hee!" you said cheerfully when you heard his sleepy voice.

There was a pause. You could practically hear him debating whether to hang up or stay on the line.

"...Are you drunk?" he asked finally, sighing. "I told you to not drink much, you know you're a lightweight. Go home. It's late."

"Can I come over?" you mumbled. "I'll catch a taxi."

"But we broke up."

You froze. You weren’t his anymore. But hearing it from him stung.

"From now on," he continued. "don’t call me when you’re drunk. We’re not... whatever we were anymore. You wanted it this way. Just go home, (Name). Call a taxi."

"Oh... Right."

He sighed once more, knowing that just by hearing your tone, he could understand you were definitely wasted. "So go home." He said nonchalantly. "Are you even near your house? Have you called a taxi?"

"It's alright. It's 10 minutes from here to my house anyways. I'll walk."

But no way in hell was he going to let you walk home alone, drunk, at night.

"No. You're not walking home." He responded firmly. "I'll pick you up instead. Where are you?"

"I thought you didn't wanna see me."

"I don't." He said truthfully, not even hesitating one bit. "But I’m not about to let you get hurt. Where are you?"

"No, it's oka-"        "I said I'll pick you up. Stop being stubborn and tell me your location."

You sighed, knowing how stubborn Heeseung could be as well. As much as you wanted to see him again, you didn't want him to come pick you up at this hour when it was obvious you woke him up. "Fine.. I'm at the park."        "Stay there and don't move."

He quickly grabbed his car keys, stepping out of his house. His steps were fast and he almost ran to his car, getting in and starting the engine. He was still a bit upset that you called him when you're drunk, but he couldn't just ignore you especially in this kind of situation. He was still worried.

It didn't take him so long to arrive at the park. And when he did, he finally saw you sitting on a swing, looking absolutely wasted.

He parked his car before getting out and approaching you. "You're so stupid, you know that?" He mumbled, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Rude."        "Whatever. Get in."

He helped you walk to his car, opening the door for you and helping you get in. When you were both in the car, he put on his seatbelt before starting the engine, turning the heater on to keep the car warm and comfortable.

After a few minutes in the car now that you were a lot more sober and could think properly, you spoke up and broke the awkward silence. "Sorry... for calling you this late."

"Yeah, you should be, dumbass. You're drunk and it's late. Not to mention you called me, out of all p-"

"Can you just stop with the insulting nicknames? It's annoying." You cut him off. "No, I don't want to. Besides, you deserve it. You shouldn't have even called me in the first place."

"And I said I'm sorry. I was even more drunk then and I didn't know what I was doing. If you didn't like me that much you could've just let me go home and block me so it doesn't happen again. I don't get what's your problem with me besides our breakup, you get mad so easily. You weren't like this before."

He took a deep breath before speaking, his tone still cold. "It's not like I hate you or anything. I just don't understand why you still care enough to call me, of all people, when you're drunk. You're the one who broke up with me, remember? Make it make sense."        "I was not on the right mind back then either. Everything was too much and I just wanted a little space. Maybe the way I did or worded that wasn't exactly right and I regret it but I was just trying to make it better for us."

Heeseung sighed with frustration before continuing, his voice now getting slightly higher. "Making things better for us? That's bullshit. If you really wanted things to be better for us, you should've told me how you were feeling. I would've given space to you if you told me. But no, miss I-don't-need-anyone-even-if-I'm-breaking-down decided to just leave without an explanation."

"I know and I said I'm sorry." His grip on the steering wheel tightened, as if he was trying to control the emotions building up inside him. "Sorry doesn't cut it."

You let out a scoff. "What else do you want me to do? Beg on my knees?"

He finally snapped, taking one hand off the steering wheel and running it through his hair in frustration. "I don't know, maybe start by explaining to me why you did it in the first place? How you could just so easily forget the two years we've spent together!"

"Look, I'm not good with words, okay? I was so dumb back then so I didn't know what to do when I was going through... hard times, I guess. I was just too mad at myself about everything and about all the shit I've been going through because of my mistakes that I forgot how you could feel about it. So, I'm sorry, for the millionth time today."

The car fell silent, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the wheel. You could tell he was thinking. Processing. Hurting.

"Why did you decide to call me, then? You could've called anyone else, but you chose to call your ex instead."

"Because I miss you." you whispered. It was the truth. Even if it didn’t justify anything.

He went still."Don't say that, you don't have the right to say you miss me after what you did."

"Stop acting like I did a serious crime."

"You have no idea how much it hurt me. Seeing you call me right now, telling me that you miss me. Do you even know how fucking painful that is for me right now? I've been trying to move on but you are not helping." He said, his voice cracking, the cold and nonchalant tone finally disappearing. "Is this some sort of sick joke to you?"

"What?" You said, frowning. "No, of course not. You know I would never do that."

He let out a scoff. "Then what is it? Why did you decide to call me right now? I don't fucking understand you."

"Heeseung, you should pull over." He let out a shaky breath, knowing you were right. He didn't even realize how tight his grip on the steering wheel was until you pointed it out. He quickly pulled over, leaning back against the seat after shutting off the engine.

You hesitated, then said quietly, "...You can cry if you want you know, I don't mind." You said at last. "It'll help you feel better and calm down after."

He was taken aback by your words. It wasn't something he expected you to say. He didn't say anything at first, just closed his eyes and leaned back. After a moment of silence, he spoke, his voice quiet and a bit shaky. "I don't want you to see me cry, idiot."

"It's not something embarrassing. Everyone cries." You said, your voice softer now. "I'm just saying I don't mind. Do whatever you want."

Another silence. Then the tears came—quiet at first, then all at once, his chest heaving with sobs he had buried for too long. "There you go. Just let it all out, it's gonna feel better."

He continued crying and letting all his emotions out. His voice was shaky and breathless but he managed to speak. "I-I missed you so fucking much, you don't understand."

Your chest tightened. You wanted to hug him, to undo the pain. But you were the reason he was crying. That guilt sat heavy on your shoulders. "I know it doesn't change anything but I'm really sorry, Hee. I really am."

It took him a while to finally calm down, his sobs turning into quiet hiccups as he tried to catch his breath. His eyes were red and puffy, and his face was still wet with tears. He wiped his face with the back of his hand, sniffling and trying to collect himself.

After he fully calmed down, he started the car again. "This is gonna be the last time we speak," he said his voice low but clear. "Once I drop you off, we're done. No calling, no texting, nothing. Don't try to reach out to me because I won't respond."

"...Alright," you whispered.

When the car finally stopped in front of your house, you unbuckled your seatbelt and got out. He sat there watching you getting out of his car. You stood outside of the car, just looking to him because you knew that was the last time you got to see his beautiful eyes.

"You should go in. It's cold."        "Yeah..." You said, even though you didn't move. You couldn't get yourself to move, to leave so early. You two looked at each other in silence for a moment before you spoke up. "Sorry, I just... I don't wanna leave. This feels wrong."

"Well, you need to. That's how life goes." He replied, his voice sounding more and more cold with each word he said.

"I know..."

You wiped your tears, trying to be discreet. But he saw. And it shattered him. He felt his heart ache seeing you cry again. He wanted to reach out, to comfort you, to tell you that everything will be okay. But he couldn't. He couldn't just trust you again. "Don't cry..." He murmured.

"I can't help it." You mumbled. "This is so embarrassing..."

He couldn't help but laugh softly at your words. "Yeah, it kinda is."

You slowly kneeled down sat on your doorstep, letting out everything as you hid your face with your hands. "You can just go... I'll get inside in a minute anyways."

He couldn't just go, not like this. Not with you sobbing outside your doorstep and him sitting in the car, unable to comfort you. "Damn it..." He muttered to himself before letting out a deep sigh. He unbuckled his seatbelt and stepped out of the car.

He walked towards you, his footsteps slow. He sat down next to you on the doorstep, leaving some distance between the two of you.

"C'mon, stop crying, idiot." He finally spoke, his voice more gentle this time. "What are you even crying for?"

"For everything. I hurt you, I ruined our relationship. I basically fucked everything up. I always say I need to change but end up doing it again. I'm just... so fucking dumb, it's frustrating... Oh god, I sound so pathetic."

"You know what your problem is?" He shifted closer to you, leaning back against the wall. "You're being too hard on yourself. Sure, you messed up. You hurt me, you hurt yourself.. But crying and calling yourself dumb and pathetic won't make in any good." He said, his tone soft and sincere for the first time that day. "Don't call yourself weak. You've been through a lot, and you're still standing. That makes you stronger than you think." He shifted even closer, his arm now wrapping around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. He rested your head against his shoulder. You sniffled and wiped your tears. "You shouldn't be comforting me..." He chuckled softly at your words, the sound rumbling through his chest.

"Why not?" He asked, his hand playing with your hair, gently twirling it around his fingers. "I made you cry a few minutes ago. I don't think I deserve it." He shook his head, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Yeah, you did make me cry. But it doesn't mean that I don't care about you." "Thanks..." You muttered, now that you were feeling better and calmer. "No need to thank me." He replied softly, still playing with your hair. "You should get some rest." He stood up slowly, walking back to his car. He glanced at you one more time before softly saying "Goodbye." And you did an awkward wave and said "Goodbye." back as he drove away with a slight smile on his face. Maybe that was the last time you saw his beautiful eyes, his face, his smile or hugged him, felt yourself in his arms. You knew you loved him and he loved you too. You two weren't just meant together. And as he drove away, what he couldn’t see was that you were smiling too.

.vmpivory    ©    all rights reserved    ━    2025

uhm hi hello I'M BACK. i actually wrote this like almost 2 months ago and post it on quotev. ever since i wrote it i felt like i needed to post this on here too bc yes. honestly, i think this is one of my best works so far hehe! hope ygs enjoyed it! <3

TAGLiST: @wonsprincess @orimuraa @heeaara

[vmpivory]

A LiTTLE TOO LATE ✿ LHS

💬──in which, you and your ex boyfriend still love each other but you can't just get together.

lee heeseung x fem!reader / angst, comfort . . . cw. drunk reader, mentions of breakups, skinship, lots of angst, cussing, lots of crying, heeseung is mad most of the time and kind of rude but definitely kinder at the end, reader is a little dumb.   + 2.3k wc ── ( masterlist! )   ◌ inspired by this bot by .loafenmi on c.ai!

THERE WERE PLENTY of things you regretted in life. Most of them were simple—a missed train, a text you never sent, words said in anger. But none compared to the ache you felt from breaking up with Lee Heeseung—the one person who made even your worst days feel bearable—just because you were going through a hard time.

It was ironic. You wanted to hug him, kiss him—to be with him even though you were the one who let him go. There was no going back, and you knew that. But still, a part of you always wished there was.

Now here you were—sitting on a park bench at midnight, phone in hand, drunk out of your mind, watching your screen as his name lit up. You weren’t sure what you expected if he’d even pick up, or what you’d say if he did. But you’d called him anyway. ─ more under cut!

"(Name)?" you finally heard him say on the other end. It was cold. Distant. As if he was answering a stranger.

"Oh! Hi, Hee!" you said cheerfully when you heard his sleepy voice.

There was a pause. You could practically hear him debating whether to hang up or stay on the line.

"...Are you drunk?" he asked finally, sighing. "I told you to not drink much, you know you're a lightweight. Go home. It's late."

"Can I come over?" you mumbled. "I'll catch a taxi."

"But we broke up."

You froze. You weren’t his anymore. But hearing it from him stung.

"From now on," he continued. "don’t call me when you’re drunk. We’re not... whatever we were anymore. You wanted it this way. Just go home, (Name). Call a taxi."

"Oh... Right."

He sighed once more, knowing that just by hearing your tone, he could understand you were definitely wasted. "So go home." He said nonchalantly. "Are you even near your house? Have you called a taxi?"

"It's alright. It's 10 minutes from here to my house anyways. I'll walk."

But no way in hell was he going to let you walk home alone, drunk, at night.

"No. You're not walking home." He responded firmly. "I'll pick you up instead. Where are you?"

"I thought you didn't wanna see me."

"I don't." He said truthfully, not even hesitating one bit. "But I’m not about to let you get hurt. Where are you?"

"No, it's oka-"        "I said I'll pick you up. Stop being stubborn and tell me your location."

You sighed, knowing how stubborn Heeseung could be as well. As much as you wanted to see him again, you didn't want him to come pick you up at this hour when it was obvious you woke him up. "Fine.. I'm at the park."        "Stay there and don't move."

He quickly grabbed his car keys, stepping out of his house. His steps were fast and he almost ran to his car, getting in and starting the engine. He was still a bit upset that you called him when you're drunk, but he couldn't just ignore you especially in this kind of situation. He was still worried.

It didn't take him so long to arrive at the park. And when he did, he finally saw you sitting on a swing, looking absolutely wasted.

He parked his car before getting out and approaching you. "You're so stupid, you know that?" He mumbled, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Rude."        "Whatever. Get in."

He helped you walk to his car, opening the door for you and helping you get in. When you were both in the car, he put on his seatbelt before starting the engine, turning the heater on to keep the car warm and comfortable.

After a few minutes in the car now that you were a lot more sober and could think properly, you spoke up and broke the awkward silence. "Sorry... for calling you this late."

"Yeah, you should be, dumbass. You're drunk and it's late. Not to mention you called me, out of all p-"

"Can you just stop with the insulting nicknames? It's annoying." You cut him off. "No, I don't want to. Besides, you deserve it. You shouldn't have even called me in the first place."

"And I said I'm sorry. I was even more drunk then and I didn't know what I was doing. If you didn't like me that much you could've just let me go home and block me so it doesn't happen again. I don't get what's your problem with me besides our breakup, you get mad so easily. You weren't like this before."

He took a deep breath before speaking, his tone still cold. "It's not like I hate you or anything. I just don't understand why you still care enough to call me, of all people, when you're drunk. You're the one who broke up with me, remember? Make it make sense."        "I was not on the right mind back then either. Everything was too much and I just wanted a little space. Maybe the way I did or worded that wasn't exactly right and I regret it but I was just trying to make it better for us."

Heeseung sighed with frustration before continuing, his voice now getting slightly higher. "Making things better for us? That's bullshit. If you really wanted things to be better for us, you should've told me how you were feeling. I would've given space to you if you told me. But no, miss I-don't-need-anyone-even-if-I'm-breaking-down decided to just leave without an explanation."

"I know and I said I'm sorry." His grip on the steering wheel tightened, as if he was trying to control the emotions building up inside him. "Sorry doesn't cut it."

You let out a scoff. "What else do you want me to do? Beg on my knees?"

He finally snapped, taking one hand off the steering wheel and running it through his hair in frustration. "I don't know, maybe start by explaining to me why you did it in the first place? How you could just so easily forget the two years we've spent together!"

"Look, I'm not good with words, okay? I was so dumb back then so I didn't know what to do when I was going through... hard times, I guess. I was just too mad at myself about everything and about all the shit I've been going through because of my mistakes that I forgot how you could feel about it. So, I'm sorry, for the millionth time today."

The car fell silent, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the wheel. You could tell he was thinking. Processing. Hurting.

"Why did you decide to call me, then? You could've called anyone else, but you chose to call your ex instead."

"Because I miss you." you whispered. It was the truth. Even if it didn’t justify anything.

He went still."Don't say that, you don't have the right to say you miss me after what you did."

"Stop acting like I did a serious crime."

"You have no idea how much it hurt me. Seeing you call me right now, telling me that you miss me. Do you even know how fucking painful that is for me right now? I've been trying to move on but you are not helping." He said, his voice cracking, the cold and nonchalant tone finally disappearing. "Is this some sort of sick joke to you?"

"What?" You said, frowning. "No, of course not. You know I would never do that."

He let out a scoff. "Then what is it? Why did you decide to call me right now? I don't fucking understand you."

"Heeseung, you should pull over." He let out a shaky breath, knowing you were right. He didn't even realize how tight his grip on the steering wheel was until you pointed it out. He quickly pulled over, leaning back against the seat after shutting off the engine.

You hesitated, then said quietly, "...You can cry if you want you know, I don't mind." You said at last. "It'll help you feel better and calm down after."

He was taken aback by your words. It wasn't something he expected you to say. He didn't say anything at first, just closed his eyes and leaned back. After a moment of silence, he spoke, his voice quiet and a bit shaky. "I don't want you to see me cry, idiot."

"It's not something embarrassing. Everyone cries." You said, your voice softer now. "I'm just saying I don't mind. Do whatever you want."

Another silence. Then the tears came—quiet at first, then all at once, his chest heaving with sobs he had buried for too long. "There you go. Just let it all out, it's gonna feel better."

He continued crying and letting all his emotions out. His voice was shaky and breathless but he managed to speak. "I-I missed you so fucking much, you don't understand."

Your chest tightened. You wanted to hug him, to undo the pain. But you were the reason he was crying. That guilt sat heavy on your shoulders. "I know it doesn't change anything but I'm really sorry, Hee. I really am."

It took him a while to finally calm down, his sobs turning into quiet hiccups as he tried to catch his breath. His eyes were red and puffy, and his face was still wet with tears. He wiped his face with the back of his hand, sniffling and trying to collect himself.

After he fully calmed down, he started the car again. "This is gonna be the last time we speak," he said his voice low but clear. "Once I drop you off, we're done. No calling, no texting, nothing. Don't try to reach out to me because I won't respond."

"...Alright," you whispered.

When the car finally stopped in front of your house, you unbuckled your seatbelt and got out. He sat there watching you getting out of his car. You stood outside of the car, just looking to him because you knew that was the last time you got to see his beautiful eyes.

"You should go in. It's cold."        "Yeah..." You said, even though you didn't move. You couldn't get yourself to move, to leave so early. You two looked at each other in silence for a moment before you spoke up. "Sorry, I just... I don't wanna leave. This feels wrong."

"Well, you need to. That's how life goes." He replied, his voice sounding more and more cold with each word he said.

"I know..."

You wiped your tears, trying to be discreet. But he saw. And it shattered him. He felt his heart ache seeing you cry again. He wanted to reach out, to comfort you, to tell you that everything will be okay. But he couldn't. He couldn't just trust you again. "Don't cry..." He murmured.

"I can't help it." You mumbled. "This is so embarrassing..."

He couldn't help but laugh softly at your words. "Yeah, it kinda is."

You slowly kneeled down sat on your doorstep, letting out everything as you hid your face with your hands. "You can just go... I'll get inside in a minute anyways."

He couldn't just go, not like this. Not with you sobbing outside your doorstep and him sitting in the car, unable to comfort you. "Damn it..." He muttered to himself before letting out a deep sigh. He unbuckled his seatbelt and stepped out of the car.

He walked towards you, his footsteps slow. He sat down next to you on the doorstep, leaving some distance between the two of you.

"C'mon, stop crying, idiot." He finally spoke, his voice more gentle this time. "What are you even crying for?"

"For everything. I hurt you, I ruined our relationship. I basically fucked everything up. I always say I need to change but end up doing it again. I'm just... so fucking dumb, it's frustrating... Oh god, I sound so pathetic."

"You know what your problem is?" He shifted closer to you, leaning back against the wall. "You're being too hard on yourself. Sure, you messed up. You hurt me, you hurt yourself.. But crying and calling yourself dumb and pathetic won't make in any good." He said, his tone soft and sincere for the first time that day. "Don't call yourself weak. You've been through a lot, and you're still standing. That makes you stronger than you think." He shifted even closer, his arm now wrapping around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. He rested your head against his shoulder. You sniffled and wiped your tears. "You shouldn't be comforting me..." He chuckled softly at your words, the sound rumbling through his chest.

"Why not?" He asked, his hand playing with your hair, gently twirling it around his fingers. "I made you cry a few minutes ago. I don't think I deserve it." He shook his head, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Yeah, you did make me cry. But it doesn't mean that I don't care about you." "Thanks..." You muttered, now that you were feeling better and calmer. "No need to thank me." He replied softly, still playing with your hair. "You should get some rest." He stood up slowly, walking back to his car. He glanced at you one more time before softly saying "Goodbye." And you did an awkward wave and said "Goodbye." back as he drove away with a slight smile on his face. Maybe that was the last time you saw his beautiful eyes, his face, his smile or hugged him, felt yourself in his arms. You knew you loved him and he loved you too. You two weren't just meant together. And as he drove away, what he couldn’t see was that you were smiling too.

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uhm hi hello I'M BACK. i actually wrote this like almost 2 months ago and post it on quotev. ever since i wrote it i felt like i needed to post this on here too bc yes. honestly, i think this is one of my best works so far hehe! hope ygs enjoyed it! <3

TAGLiST: @wonsprincess @orimuraa @heeaara

[vmpivory]

A LiTTLE TOO LATE ✿ LHS

💬──in which, you and your ex boyfriend still love each other but you can't just get together.

lee heeseung x fem!reader / angst, comfort . . . cw. drunk reader, mentions of breakups, skinship, lots of angst, cussing, lots of crying, heeseung is mad most of the time and kind of rude but definitely kinder at the end, reader is a little dumb.   + 2.3k wc ── ( masterlist! )   ◌ inspired by this bot by .loafenmi on c.ai!

THERE WERE PLENTY of things you regretted in life. Most of them were simple—a missed train, a text you never sent, words said in anger. But none compared to the ache you felt from breaking up with Lee Heeseung—the one person who made even your worst days feel bearable—just because you were going through a hard time.

It was ironic. You wanted to hug him, kiss him—to be with him even though you were the one who let him go. There was no going back, and you knew that. But still, a part of you always wished there was.

Now here you were—sitting on a park bench at midnight, phone in hand, drunk out of your mind, watching your screen as his name lit up. You weren’t sure what you expected if he’d even pick up, or what you’d say if he did. But you’d called him anyway. ─ more under cut!

"(Name)?" you finally heard him say on the other end. It was cold. Distant. As if he was answering a stranger.

"Oh! Hi, Hee!" you said cheerfully when you heard his sleepy voice.

There was a pause. You could practically hear him debating whether to hang up or stay on the line.

"...Are you drunk?" he asked finally, sighing. "I told you to not drink much, you know you're a lightweight. Go home. It's late."

"Can I come over?" you mumbled. "I'll catch a taxi."

"But we broke up."

You froze. You weren’t his anymore. But hearing it from him stung.

"From now on," he continued. "don’t call me when you’re drunk. We’re not... whatever we were anymore. You wanted it this way. Just go home, (Name). Call a taxi."

"Oh... Right."

He sighed once more, knowing that just by hearing your tone, he could understand you were definitely wasted. "So go home." He said nonchalantly. "Are you even near your house? Have you called a taxi?"

"It's alright. It's 10 minutes from here to my house anyways. I'll walk."

But no way in hell was he going to let you walk home alone, drunk, at night.

"No. You're not walking home." He responded firmly. "I'll pick you up instead. Where are you?"

"I thought you didn't wanna see me."

"I don't." He said truthfully, not even hesitating one bit. "But I’m not about to let you get hurt. Where are you?"

"No, it's oka-"        "I said I'll pick you up. Stop being stubborn and tell me your location."

You sighed, knowing how stubborn Heeseung could be as well. As much as you wanted to see him again, you didn't want him to come pick you up at this hour when it was obvious you woke him up. "Fine.. I'm at the park."        "Stay there and don't move."

He quickly grabbed his car keys, stepping out of his house. His steps were fast and he almost ran to his car, getting in and starting the engine. He was still a bit upset that you called him when you're drunk, but he couldn't just ignore you especially in this kind of situation. He was still worried.

It didn't take him so long to arrive at the park. And when he did, he finally saw you sitting on a swing, looking absolutely wasted.

He parked his car before getting out and approaching you. "You're so stupid, you know that?" He mumbled, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Rude."        "Whatever. Get in."

He helped you walk to his car, opening the door for you and helping you get in. When you were both in the car, he put on his seatbelt before starting the engine, turning the heater on to keep the car warm and comfortable.

After a few minutes in the car now that you were a lot more sober and could think properly, you spoke up and broke the awkward silence. "Sorry... for calling you this late."

"Yeah, you should be, dumbass. You're drunk and it's late. Not to mention you called me, out of all p-"

"Can you just stop with the insulting nicknames? It's annoying." You cut him off. "No, I don't want to. Besides, you deserve it. You shouldn't have even called me in the first place."

"And I said I'm sorry. I was even more drunk then and I didn't know what I was doing. If you didn't like me that much you could've just let me go home and block me so it doesn't happen again. I don't get what's your problem with me besides our breakup, you get mad so easily. You weren't like this before."

He took a deep breath before speaking, his tone still cold. "It's not like I hate you or anything. I just don't understand why you still care enough to call me, of all people, when you're drunk. You're the one who broke up with me, remember? Make it make sense."        "I was not on the right mind back then either. Everything was too much and I just wanted a little space. Maybe the way I did or worded that wasn't exactly right and I regret it but I was just trying to make it better for us."

Heeseung sighed with frustration before continuing, his voice now getting slightly higher. "Making things better for us? That's bullshit. If you really wanted things to be better for us, you should've told me how you were feeling. I would've given space to you if you told me. But no, miss I-don't-need-anyone-even-if-I'm-breaking-down decided to just leave without an explanation."

"I know and I said I'm sorry." His grip on the steering wheel tightened, as if he was trying to control the emotions building up inside him. "Sorry doesn't cut it."

You let out a scoff. "What else do you want me to do? Beg on my knees?"

He finally snapped, taking one hand off the steering wheel and running it through his hair in frustration. "I don't know, maybe start by explaining to me why you did it in the first place? How you could just so easily forget the two years we've spent together!"

"Look, I'm not good with words, okay? I was so dumb back then so I didn't know what to do when I was going through... hard times, I guess. I was just too mad at myself about everything and about all the shit I've been going through because of my mistakes that I forgot how you could feel about it. So, I'm sorry, for the millionth time today."

The car fell silent, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the wheel. You could tell he was thinking. Processing. Hurting.

"Why did you decide to call me, then? You could've called anyone else, but you chose to call your ex instead."

"Because I miss you." you whispered. It was the truth. Even if it didn’t justify anything.

He went still."Don't say that, you don't have the right to say you miss me after what you did."

"Stop acting like I did a serious crime."

"You have no idea how much it hurt me. Seeing you call me right now, telling me that you miss me. Do you even know how fucking painful that is for me right now? I've been trying to move on but you are not helping." He said, his voice cracking, the cold and nonchalant tone finally disappearing. "Is this some sort of sick joke to you?"

"What?" You said, frowning. "No, of course not. You know I would never do that."

He let out a scoff. "Then what is it? Why did you decide to call me right now? I don't fucking understand you."

"Heeseung, you should pull over." He let out a shaky breath, knowing you were right. He didn't even realize how tight his grip on the steering wheel was until you pointed it out. He quickly pulled over, leaning back against the seat after shutting off the engine.

You hesitated, then said quietly, "...You can cry if you want you know, I don't mind." You said at last. "It'll help you feel better and calm down after."

He was taken aback by your words. It wasn't something he expected you to say. He didn't say anything at first, just closed his eyes and leaned back. After a moment of silence, he spoke, his voice quiet and a bit shaky. "I don't want you to see me cry, idiot."

"It's not something embarrassing. Everyone cries." You said, your voice softer now. "I'm just saying I don't mind. Do whatever you want."

Another silence. Then the tears came—quiet at first, then all at once, his chest heaving with sobs he had buried for too long. "There you go. Just let it all out, it's gonna feel better."

He continued crying and letting all his emotions out. His voice was shaky and breathless but he managed to speak. "I-I missed you so fucking much, you don't understand."

Your chest tightened. You wanted to hug him, to undo the pain. But you were the reason he was crying. That guilt sat heavy on your shoulders. "I know it doesn't change anything but I'm really sorry, Hee. I really am."

It took him a while to finally calm down, his sobs turning into quiet hiccups as he tried to catch his breath. His eyes were red and puffy, and his face was still wet with tears. He wiped his face with the back of his hand, sniffling and trying to collect himself.

After he fully calmed down, he started the car again. "This is gonna be the last time we speak," he said his voice low but clear. "Once I drop you off, we're done. No calling, no texting, nothing. Don't try to reach out to me because I won't respond."

"...Alright," you whispered.

When the car finally stopped in front of your house, you unbuckled your seatbelt and got out. He sat there watching you getting out of his car. You stood outside of the car, just looking to him because you knew that was the last time you got to see his beautiful eyes.

"You should go in. It's cold."        "Yeah..." You said, even though you didn't move. You couldn't get yourself to move, to leave so early. You two looked at each other in silence for a moment before you spoke up. "Sorry, I just... I don't wanna leave. This feels wrong."

"Well, you need to. That's how life goes." He replied, his voice sounding more and more cold with each word he said.

"I know..."

You wiped your tears, trying to be discreet. But he saw. And it shattered him. He felt his heart ache seeing you cry again. He wanted to reach out, to comfort you, to tell you that everything will be okay. But he couldn't. He couldn't just trust you again. "Don't cry..." He murmured.

"I can't help it." You mumbled. "This is so embarrassing..."

He couldn't help but laugh softly at your words. "Yeah, it kinda is."

You slowly kneeled down sat on your doorstep, letting out everything as you hid your face with your hands. "You can just go... I'll get inside in a minute anyways."

He couldn't just go, not like this. Not with you sobbing outside your doorstep and him sitting in the car, unable to comfort you. "Damn it..." He muttered to himself before letting out a deep sigh. He unbuckled his seatbelt and stepped out of the car.

He walked towards you, his footsteps slow. He sat down next to you on the doorstep, leaving some distance between the two of you.

"C'mon, stop crying, idiot." He finally spoke, his voice more gentle this time. "What are you even crying for?"

"For everything. I hurt you, I ruined our relationship. I basically fucked everything up. I always say I need to change but end up doing it again. I'm just... so fucking dumb, it's frustrating... Oh god, I sound so pathetic."

"You know what your problem is?" He shifted closer to you, leaning back against the wall. "You're being too hard on yourself. Sure, you messed up. You hurt me, you hurt yourself.. But crying and calling yourself dumb and pathetic won't make in any good." He said, his tone soft and sincere for the first time that day. "Don't call yourself weak. You've been through a lot, and you're still standing. That makes you stronger than you think." He shifted even closer, his arm now wrapping around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. He rested your head against his shoulder. You sniffled and wiped your tears. "You shouldn't be comforting me..." He chuckled softly at your words, the sound rumbling through his chest.

"Why not?" He asked, his hand playing with your hair, gently twirling it around his fingers. "I made you cry a few minutes ago. I don't think I deserve it." He shook his head, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Yeah, you did make me cry. But it doesn't mean that I don't care about you." "Thanks..." You muttered, now that you were feeling better and calmer. "No need to thank me." He replied softly, still playing with your hair. "You should get some rest." He stood up slowly, walking back to his car. He glanced at you one more time before softly saying "Goodbye." And you did an awkward wave and said "Goodbye." back as he drove away with a slight smile on his face. Maybe that was the last time you saw his beautiful eyes, his face, his smile or hugged him, felt yourself in his arms. You knew you loved him and he loved you too. You two weren't just meant together. And as he drove away, what he couldn’t see was that you were smiling too.

.vmpivory    ©    all rights reserved    ━    2025

uhm hi hello I'M BACK. i actually wrote this like almost 2 months ago and post it on quotev. ever since i wrote it i felt like i needed to post this on here too bc yes. honestly, i think this is one of my best works so far hehe! hope ygs enjoyed it! <3

TAGLiST: @wonsprincess @orimuraa @heeaara

[vmpivory]

A LiTTLE TOO LATE ✿ LHS

💬──in which, you and your ex boyfriend still love each other but you can't just get together.

lee heeseung x fem!reader / angst, comfort . . . cw. drunk reader, mentions of breakups, skinship, lots of angst, cussing, lots of crying, heeseung is mad most of the time and kind of rude but definitely kinder at the end, reader is a little dumb.   + 2.3k wc ── ( masterlist! )   ◌ inspired by this bot by .loafenmi on c.ai!

THERE WERE PLENTY of things you regretted in life. Most of them were simple—a missed train, a text you never sent, words said in anger. But none compared to the ache you felt from breaking up with Lee Heeseung—the one person who made even your worst days feel bearable—just because you were going through a hard time.

It was ironic. You wanted to hug him, kiss him—to be with him even though you were the one who let him go. There was no going back, and you knew that. But still, a part of you always wished there was.

Now here you were—sitting on a park bench at midnight, phone in hand, drunk out of your mind, watching your screen as his name lit up. You weren’t sure what you expected if he’d even pick up, or what you’d say if he did. But you’d called him anyway. ─ more under cut!

"(Name)?" you finally heard him say on the other end. It was cold. Distant. As if he was answering a stranger.

"Oh! Hi, Hee!" you said cheerfully when you heard his sleepy voice.

There was a pause. You could practically hear him debating whether to hang up or stay on the line.

"...Are you drunk?" he asked finally, sighing. "I told you to not drink much, you know you're a lightweight. Go home. It's late."

"Can I come over?" you mumbled. "I'll catch a taxi."

"But we broke up."

You froze. You weren’t his anymore. But hearing it from him stung.

"From now on," he continued. "don’t call me when you’re drunk. We’re not... whatever we were anymore. You wanted it this way. Just go home, (Name). Call a taxi."

"Oh... Right."

He sighed once more, knowing that just by hearing your tone, he could understand you were definitely wasted. "So go home." He said nonchalantly. "Are you even near your house? Have you called a taxi?"

"It's alright. It's 10 minutes from here to my house anyways. I'll walk."

But no way in hell was he going to let you walk home alone, drunk, at night.

"No. You're not walking home." He responded firmly. "I'll pick you up instead. Where are you?"

"I thought you didn't wanna see me."

"I don't." He said truthfully, not even hesitating one bit. "But I’m not about to let you get hurt. Where are you?"

"No, it's oka-"        "I said I'll pick you up. Stop being stubborn and tell me your location."

You sighed, knowing how stubborn Heeseung could be as well. As much as you wanted to see him again, you didn't want him to come pick you up at this hour when it was obvious you woke him up. "Fine.. I'm at the park."        "Stay there and don't move."

He quickly grabbed his car keys, stepping out of his house. His steps were fast and he almost ran to his car, getting in and starting the engine. He was still a bit upset that you called him when you're drunk, but he couldn't just ignore you especially in this kind of situation. He was still worried.

It didn't take him so long to arrive at the park. And when he did, he finally saw you sitting on a swing, looking absolutely wasted.

He parked his car before getting out and approaching you. "You're so stupid, you know that?" He mumbled, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Rude."        "Whatever. Get in."

He helped you walk to his car, opening the door for you and helping you get in. When you were both in the car, he put on his seatbelt before starting the engine, turning the heater on to keep the car warm and comfortable.

After a few minutes in the car now that you were a lot more sober and could think properly, you spoke up and broke the awkward silence. "Sorry... for calling you this late."

"Yeah, you should be, dumbass. You're drunk and it's late. Not to mention you called me, out of all p-"

"Can you just stop with the insulting nicknames? It's annoying." You cut him off. "No, I don't want to. Besides, you deserve it. You shouldn't have even called me in the first place."

"And I said I'm sorry. I was even more drunk then and I didn't know what I was doing. If you didn't like me that much you could've just let me go home and block me so it doesn't happen again. I don't get what's your problem with me besides our breakup, you get mad so easily. You weren't like this before."

He took a deep breath before speaking, his tone still cold. "It's not like I hate you or anything. I just don't understand why you still care enough to call me, of all people, when you're drunk. You're the one who broke up with me, remember? Make it make sense."        "I was not on the right mind back then either. Everything was too much and I just wanted a little space. Maybe the way I did or worded that wasn't exactly right and I regret it but I was just trying to make it better for us."

Heeseung sighed with frustration before continuing, his voice now getting slightly higher. "Making things better for us? That's bullshit. If you really wanted things to be better for us, you should've told me how you were feeling. I would've given space to you if you told me. But no, miss I-don't-need-anyone-even-if-I'm-breaking-down decided to just leave without an explanation."

"I know and I said I'm sorry." His grip on the steering wheel tightened, as if he was trying to control the emotions building up inside him. "Sorry doesn't cut it."

You let out a scoff. "What else do you want me to do? Beg on my knees?"

He finally snapped, taking one hand off the steering wheel and running it through his hair in frustration. "I don't know, maybe start by explaining to me why you did it in the first place? How you could just so easily forget the two years we've spent together!"

"Look, I'm not good with words, okay? I was so dumb back then so I didn't know what to do when I was going through... hard times, I guess. I was just too mad at myself about everything and about all the shit I've been going through because of my mistakes that I forgot how you could feel about it. So, I'm sorry, for the millionth time today."

The car fell silent, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the wheel. You could tell he was thinking. Processing. Hurting.

"Why did you decide to call me, then? You could've called anyone else, but you chose to call your ex instead."

"Because I miss you." you whispered. It was the truth. Even if it didn’t justify anything.

He went still."Don't say that, you don't have the right to say you miss me after what you did."

"Stop acting like I did a serious crime."

"You have no idea how much it hurt me. Seeing you call me right now, telling me that you miss me. Do you even know how fucking painful that is for me right now? I've been trying to move on but you are not helping." He said, his voice cracking, the cold and nonchalant tone finally disappearing. "Is this some sort of sick joke to you?"

"What?" You said, frowning. "No, of course not. You know I would never do that."

He let out a scoff. "Then what is it? Why did you decide to call me right now? I don't fucking understand you."

"Heeseung, you should pull over." He let out a shaky breath, knowing you were right. He didn't even realize how tight his grip on the steering wheel was until you pointed it out. He quickly pulled over, leaning back against the seat after shutting off the engine.

You hesitated, then said quietly, "...You can cry if you want you know, I don't mind." You said at last. "It'll help you feel better and calm down after."

He was taken aback by your words. It wasn't something he expected you to say. He didn't say anything at first, just closed his eyes and leaned back. After a moment of silence, he spoke, his voice quiet and a bit shaky. "I don't want you to see me cry, idiot."

"It's not something embarrassing. Everyone cries." You said, your voice softer now. "I'm just saying I don't mind. Do whatever you want."

Another silence. Then the tears came—quiet at first, then all at once, his chest heaving with sobs he had buried for too long. "There you go. Just let it all out, it's gonna feel better."

He continued crying and letting all his emotions out. His voice was shaky and breathless but he managed to speak. "I-I missed you so fucking much, you don't understand."

Your chest tightened. You wanted to hug him, to undo the pain. But you were the reason he was crying. That guilt sat heavy on your shoulders. "I know it doesn't change anything but I'm really sorry, Hee. I really am."

It took him a while to finally calm down, his sobs turning into quiet hiccups as he tried to catch his breath. His eyes were red and puffy, and his face was still wet with tears. He wiped his face with the back of his hand, sniffling and trying to collect himself.

After he fully calmed down, he started the car again. "This is gonna be the last time we speak," he said his voice low but clear. "Once I drop you off, we're done. No calling, no texting, nothing. Don't try to reach out to me because I won't respond."

"...Alright," you whispered.

When the car finally stopped in front of your house, you unbuckled your seatbelt and got out. He sat there watching you getting out of his car. You stood outside of the car, just looking to him because you knew that was the last time you got to see his beautiful eyes.

"You should go in. It's cold."        "Yeah..." You said, even though you didn't move. You couldn't get yourself to move, to leave so early. You two looked at each other in silence for a moment before you spoke up. "Sorry, I just... I don't wanna leave. This feels wrong."

"Well, you need to. That's how life goes." He replied, his voice sounding more and more cold with each word he said.

"I know..."

You wiped your tears, trying to be discreet. But he saw. And it shattered him. He felt his heart ache seeing you cry again. He wanted to reach out, to comfort you, to tell you that everything will be okay. But he couldn't. He couldn't just trust you again. "Don't cry..." He murmured.

"I can't help it." You mumbled. "This is so embarrassing..."

He couldn't help but laugh softly at your words. "Yeah, it kinda is."

You slowly kneeled down sat on your doorstep, letting out everything as you hid your face with your hands. "You can just go... I'll get inside in a minute anyways."

He couldn't just go, not like this. Not with you sobbing outside your doorstep and him sitting in the car, unable to comfort you. "Damn it..." He muttered to himself before letting out a deep sigh. He unbuckled his seatbelt and stepped out of the car.

He walked towards you, his footsteps slow. He sat down next to you on the doorstep, leaving some distance between the two of you.

"C'mon, stop crying, idiot." He finally spoke, his voice more gentle this time. "What are you even crying for?"

"For everything. I hurt you, I ruined our relationship. I basically fucked everything up. I always say I need to change but end up doing it again. I'm just... so fucking dumb, it's frustrating... Oh god, I sound so pathetic."

"You know what your problem is?" He shifted closer to you, leaning back against the wall. "You're being too hard on yourself. Sure, you messed up. You hurt me, you hurt yourself.. But crying and calling yourself dumb and pathetic won't make in any good." He said, his tone soft and sincere for the first time that day. "Don't call yourself weak. You've been through a lot, and you're still standing. That makes you stronger than you think." He shifted even closer, his arm now wrapping around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. He rested your head against his shoulder. You sniffled and wiped your tears. "You shouldn't be comforting me..." He chuckled softly at your words, the sound rumbling through his chest.

"Why not?" He asked, his hand playing with your hair, gently twirling it around his fingers. "I made you cry a few minutes ago. I don't think I deserve it." He shook his head, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Yeah, you did make me cry. But it doesn't mean that I don't care about you." "Thanks..." You muttered, now that you were feeling better and calmer. "No need to thank me." He replied softly, still playing with your hair. "You should get some rest." He stood up slowly, walking back to his car. He glanced at you one more time before softly saying "Goodbye." And you did an awkward wave and said "Goodbye." back as he drove away with a slight smile on his face. Maybe that was the last time you saw his beautiful eyes, his face, his smile or hugged him, felt yourself in his arms. You knew you loved him and he loved you too. You two weren't just meant together. And as he drove away, what he couldn’t see was that you were smiling too.

.vmpivory    ©    all rights reserved    ━    2025

uhm hi hello I'M BACK. i actually wrote this like almost 2 months ago and post it on quotev. ever since i wrote it i felt like i needed to post this on here too bc yes. honestly, i think this is one of my best works so far hehe! hope ygs enjoyed it! <3

TAGLiST: @wonsprincess @orimuraa @heeaara

[vmpivory]

A LiTTLE TOO LATE ✿ LHS

💬──in which, you and your ex boyfriend still love each other but you can't just get together.

lee heeseung x fem!reader / angst, comfort . . . cw. drunk reader, mentions of breakups, skinship, lots of angst, cussing, lots of crying, heeseung is mad most of the time and kind of rude but definitely kinder at the end, reader is a little dumb.   + 2.3k wc ── ( masterlist! )   ◌ inspired by this bot by .loafenmi on c.ai!

THERE WERE PLENTY of things you regretted in life. Most of them were simple—a missed train, a text you never sent, words said in anger. But none compared to the ache you felt from breaking up with Lee Heeseung—the one person who made even your worst days feel bearable—just because you were going through a hard time.

It was ironic. You wanted to hug him, kiss him—to be with him even though you were the one who let him go. There was no going back, and you knew that. But still, a part of you always wished there was.

Now here you were—sitting on a park bench at midnight, phone in hand, drunk out of your mind, watching your screen as his name lit up. You weren’t sure what you expected if he’d even pick up, or what you’d say if he did. But you’d called him anyway. ─ more under cut!

"(Name)?" you finally heard him say on the other end. It was cold. Distant. As if he was answering a stranger.

"Oh! Hi, Hee!" you said cheerfully when you heard his sleepy voice.

There was a pause. You could practically hear him debating whether to hang up or stay on the line.

"...Are you drunk?" he asked finally, sighing. "I told you to not drink much, you know you're a lightweight. Go home. It's late."

"Can I come over?" you mumbled. "I'll catch a taxi."

"But we broke up."

You froze. You weren’t his anymore. But hearing it from him stung.

"From now on," he continued. "don’t call me when you’re drunk. We’re not... whatever we were anymore. You wanted it this way. Just go home, (Name). Call a taxi."

"Oh... Right."

He sighed once more, knowing that just by hearing your tone, he could understand you were definitely wasted. "So go home." He said nonchalantly. "Are you even near your house? Have you called a taxi?"

"It's alright. It's 10 minutes from here to my house anyways. I'll walk."

But no way in hell was he going to let you walk home alone, drunk, at night.

"No. You're not walking home." He responded firmly. "I'll pick you up instead. Where are you?"

"I thought you didn't wanna see me."

"I don't." He said truthfully, not even hesitating one bit. "But I’m not about to let you get hurt. Where are you?"

"No, it's oka-"        "I said I'll pick you up. Stop being stubborn and tell me your location."

You sighed, knowing how stubborn Heeseung could be as well. As much as you wanted to see him again, you didn't want him to come pick you up at this hour when it was obvious you woke him up. "Fine.. I'm at the park."        "Stay there and don't move."

He quickly grabbed his car keys, stepping out of his house. His steps were fast and he almost ran to his car, getting in and starting the engine. He was still a bit upset that you called him when you're drunk, but he couldn't just ignore you especially in this kind of situation. He was still worried.

It didn't take him so long to arrive at the park. And when he did, he finally saw you sitting on a swing, looking absolutely wasted.

He parked his car before getting out and approaching you. "You're so stupid, you know that?" He mumbled, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Rude."        "Whatever. Get in."

He helped you walk to his car, opening the door for you and helping you get in. When you were both in the car, he put on his seatbelt before starting the engine, turning the heater on to keep the car warm and comfortable.

After a few minutes in the car now that you were a lot more sober and could think properly, you spoke up and broke the awkward silence. "Sorry... for calling you this late."

"Yeah, you should be, dumbass. You're drunk and it's late. Not to mention you called me, out of all p-"

"Can you just stop with the insulting nicknames? It's annoying." You cut him off. "No, I don't want to. Besides, you deserve it. You shouldn't have even called me in the first place."

"And I said I'm sorry. I was even more drunk then and I didn't know what I was doing. If you didn't like me that much you could've just let me go home and block me so it doesn't happen again. I don't get what's your problem with me besides our breakup, you get mad so easily. You weren't like this before."

He took a deep breath before speaking, his tone still cold. "It's not like I hate you or anything. I just don't understand why you still care enough to call me, of all people, when you're drunk. You're the one who broke up with me, remember? Make it make sense."        "I was not on the right mind back then either. Everything was too much and I just wanted a little space. Maybe the way I did or worded that wasn't exactly right and I regret it but I was just trying to make it better for us."

Heeseung sighed with frustration before continuing, his voice now getting slightly higher. "Making things better for us? That's bullshit. If you really wanted things to be better for us, you should've told me how you were feeling. I would've given space to you if you told me. But no, miss I-don't-need-anyone-even-if-I'm-breaking-down decided to just leave without an explanation."

"I know and I said I'm sorry." His grip on the steering wheel tightened, as if he was trying to control the emotions building up inside him. "Sorry doesn't cut it."

You let out a scoff. "What else do you want me to do? Beg on my knees?"

He finally snapped, taking one hand off the steering wheel and running it through his hair in frustration. "I don't know, maybe start by explaining to me why you did it in the first place? How you could just so easily forget the two years we've spent together!"

"Look, I'm not good with words, okay? I was so dumb back then so I didn't know what to do when I was going through... hard times, I guess. I was just too mad at myself about everything and about all the shit I've been going through because of my mistakes that I forgot how you could feel about it. So, I'm sorry, for the millionth time today."

The car fell silent, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the wheel. You could tell he was thinking. Processing. Hurting.

"Why did you decide to call me, then? You could've called anyone else, but you chose to call your ex instead."

"Because I miss you." you whispered. It was the truth. Even if it didn’t justify anything.

He went still."Don't say that, you don't have the right to say you miss me after what you did."

"Stop acting like I did a serious crime."

"You have no idea how much it hurt me. Seeing you call me right now, telling me that you miss me. Do you even know how fucking painful that is for me right now? I've been trying to move on but you are not helping." He said, his voice cracking, the cold and nonchalant tone finally disappearing. "Is this some sort of sick joke to you?"

"What?" You said, frowning. "No, of course not. You know I would never do that."

He let out a scoff. "Then what is it? Why did you decide to call me right now? I don't fucking understand you."

"Heeseung, you should pull over." He let out a shaky breath, knowing you were right. He didn't even realize how tight his grip on the steering wheel was until you pointed it out. He quickly pulled over, leaning back against the seat after shutting off the engine.

You hesitated, then said quietly, "...You can cry if you want you know, I don't mind." You said at last. "It'll help you feel better and calm down after."

He was taken aback by your words. It wasn't something he expected you to say. He didn't say anything at first, just closed his eyes and leaned back. After a moment of silence, he spoke, his voice quiet and a bit shaky. "I don't want you to see me cry, idiot."

"It's not something embarrassing. Everyone cries." You said, your voice softer now. "I'm just saying I don't mind. Do whatever you want."

Another silence. Then the tears came—quiet at first, then all at once, his chest heaving with sobs he had buried for too long. "There you go. Just let it all out, it's gonna feel better."

He continued crying and letting all his emotions out. His voice was shaky and breathless but he managed to speak. "I-I missed you so fucking much, you don't understand."

Your chest tightened. You wanted to hug him, to undo the pain. But you were the reason he was crying. That guilt sat heavy on your shoulders. "I know it doesn't change anything but I'm really sorry, Hee. I really am."

It took him a while to finally calm down, his sobs turning into quiet hiccups as he tried to catch his breath. His eyes were red and puffy, and his face was still wet with tears. He wiped his face with the back of his hand, sniffling and trying to collect himself.

After he fully calmed down, he started the car again. "This is gonna be the last time we speak," he said his voice low but clear. "Once I drop you off, we're done. No calling, no texting, nothing. Don't try to reach out to me because I won't respond."

"...Alright," you whispered.

When the car finally stopped in front of your house, you unbuckled your seatbelt and got out. He sat there watching you getting out of his car. You stood outside of the car, just looking to him because you knew that was the last time you got to see his beautiful eyes.

"You should go in. It's cold."        "Yeah..." You said, even though you didn't move. You couldn't get yourself to move, to leave so early. You two looked at each other in silence for a moment before you spoke up. "Sorry, I just... I don't wanna leave. This feels wrong."

"Well, you need to. That's how life goes." He replied, his voice sounding more and more cold with each word he said.

"I know..."

You wiped your tears, trying to be discreet. But he saw. And it shattered him. He felt his heart ache seeing you cry again. He wanted to reach out, to comfort you, to tell you that everything will be okay. But he couldn't. He couldn't just trust you again. "Don't cry..." He murmured.

"I can't help it." You mumbled. "This is so embarrassing..."

He couldn't help but laugh softly at your words. "Yeah, it kinda is."

You slowly kneeled down sat on your doorstep, letting out everything as you hid your face with your hands. "You can just go... I'll get inside in a minute anyways."

He couldn't just go, not like this. Not with you sobbing outside your doorstep and him sitting in the car, unable to comfort you. "Damn it..." He muttered to himself before letting out a deep sigh. He unbuckled his seatbelt and stepped out of the car.

He walked towards you, his footsteps slow. He sat down next to you on the doorstep, leaving some distance between the two of you.

"C'mon, stop crying, idiot." He finally spoke, his voice more gentle this time. "What are you even crying for?"

"For everything. I hurt you, I ruined our relationship. I basically fucked everything up. I always say I need to change but end up doing it again. I'm just... so fucking dumb, it's frustrating... Oh god, I sound so pathetic."

"You know what your problem is?" He shifted closer to you, leaning back against the wall. "You're being too hard on yourself. Sure, you messed up. You hurt me, you hurt yourself.. But crying and calling yourself dumb and pathetic won't make in any good." He said, his tone soft and sincere for the first time that day. "Don't call yourself weak. You've been through a lot, and you're still standing. That makes you stronger than you think." He shifted even closer, his arm now wrapping around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. He rested your head against his shoulder. You sniffled and wiped your tears. "You shouldn't be comforting me..." He chuckled softly at your words, the sound rumbling through his chest.

"Why not?" He asked, his hand playing with your hair, gently twirling it around his fingers. "I made you cry a few minutes ago. I don't think I deserve it." He shook his head, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Yeah, you did make me cry. But it doesn't mean that I don't care about you." "Thanks..." You muttered, now that you were feeling better and calmer. "No need to thank me." He replied softly, still playing with your hair. "You should get some rest." He stood up slowly, walking back to his car. He glanced at you one more time before softly saying "Goodbye." And you did an awkward wave and said "Goodbye." back as he drove away with a slight smile on his face. Maybe that was the last time you saw his beautiful eyes, his face, his smile or hugged him, felt yourself in his arms. You knew you loved him and he loved you too. You two weren't just meant together. And as he drove away, what he couldn’t see was that you were smiling too.

.vmpivory    ©    all rights reserved    ━    2025

uhm hi hello I'M BACK. i actually wrote this like almost 2 months ago and post it on quotev. ever since i wrote it i felt like i needed to post this on here too bc yes. honestly, i think this is one of my best works so far hehe! hope ygs enjoyed it! <3

TAGLiST: @wonsprincess @orimuraa @heeaara

[vmpivory]

AHHHH HIHIHIH I MISSED YOU AND I LOVE THE THEME

I MISSED YOU TOOOOOOO AND THANK YOUUU <333

[vmpivory]

A LiTTLE TOO LATE ✿ LHS

💬──in which, you and your ex boyfriend still love each other but you can't just get together.

lee heeseung x fem!reader / angst, comfort . . . cw. drunk reader, mentions of breakups, skinship, lots of angst, cussing, lots of crying, heeseung is mad most of the time and kind of rude but definitely kinder at the end, reader is a little dumb.   + 2.3k wc ── ( masterlist! )   ◌ inspired by this bot by .loafenmi on c.ai!

THERE WERE PLENTY of things you regretted in life. Most of them were simple—a missed train, a text you never sent, words said in anger. But none compared to the ache you felt from breaking up with Lee Heeseung—the one person who made even your worst days feel bearable—just because you were going through a hard time.

It was ironic. You wanted to hug him, kiss him—to be with him even though you were the one who let him go. There was no going back, and you knew that. But still, a part of you always wished there was.

Now here you were—sitting on a park bench at midnight, phone in hand, drunk out of your mind, watching your screen as his name lit up. You weren’t sure what you expected if he’d even pick up, or what you’d say if he did. But you’d called him anyway. ─ more under cut!

"(Name)?" you finally heard him say on the other end. It was cold. Distant. As if he was answering a stranger.

"Oh! Hi, Hee!" you said cheerfully when you heard his sleepy voice.

There was a pause. You could practically hear him debating whether to hang up or stay on the line.

"...Are you drunk?" he asked finally, sighing. "I told you to not drink much, you know you're a lightweight. Go home. It's late."

"Can I come over?" you mumbled. "I'll catch a taxi."

"But we broke up."

You froze. You weren’t his anymore. But hearing it from him stung.

"From now on," he continued. "don’t call me when you’re drunk. We’re not... whatever we were anymore. You wanted it this way. Just go home, (Name). Call a taxi."

"Oh... Right."

He sighed once more, knowing that just by hearing your tone, he could understand you were definitely wasted. "So go home." He said nonchalantly. "Are you even near your house? Have you called a taxi?"

"It's alright. It's 10 minutes from here to my house anyways. I'll walk."

But no way in hell was he going to let you walk home alone, drunk, at night.

"No. You're not walking home." He responded firmly. "I'll pick you up instead. Where are you?"

"I thought you didn't wanna see me."

"I don't." He said truthfully, not even hesitating one bit. "But I’m not about to let you get hurt. Where are you?"

"No, it's oka-"        "I said I'll pick you up. Stop being stubborn and tell me your location."

You sighed, knowing how stubborn Heeseung could be as well. As much as you wanted to see him again, you didn't want him to come pick you up at this hour when it was obvious you woke him up. "Fine.. I'm at the park."        "Stay there and don't move."

He quickly grabbed his car keys, stepping out of his house. His steps were fast and he almost ran to his car, getting in and starting the engine. He was still a bit upset that you called him when you're drunk, but he couldn't just ignore you especially in this kind of situation. He was still worried.

It didn't take him so long to arrive at the park. And when he did, he finally saw you sitting on a swing, looking absolutely wasted.

He parked his car before getting out and approaching you. "You're so stupid, you know that?" He mumbled, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Rude."        "Whatever. Get in."

He helped you walk to his car, opening the door for you and helping you get in. When you were both in the car, he put on his seatbelt before starting the engine, turning the heater on to keep the car warm and comfortable.

After a few minutes in the car now that you were a lot more sober and could think properly, you spoke up and broke the awkward silence. "Sorry... for calling you this late."

"Yeah, you should be, dumbass. You're drunk and it's late. Not to mention you called me, out of all p-"

"Can you just stop with the insulting nicknames? It's annoying." You cut him off. "No, I don't want to. Besides, you deserve it. You shouldn't have even called me in the first place."

"And I said I'm sorry. I was even more drunk then and I didn't know what I was doing. If you didn't like me that much you could've just let me go home and block me so it doesn't happen again. I don't get what's your problem with me besides our breakup, you get mad so easily. You weren't like this before."

He took a deep breath before speaking, his tone still cold. "It's not like I hate you or anything. I just don't understand why you still care enough to call me, of all people, when you're drunk. You're the one who broke up with me, remember? Make it make sense."        "I was not on the right mind back then either. Everything was too much and I just wanted a little space. Maybe the way I did or worded that wasn't exactly right and I regret it but I was just trying to make it better for us."

Heeseung sighed with frustration before continuing, his voice now getting slightly higher. "Making things better for us? That's bullshit. If you really wanted things to be better for us, you should've told me how you were feeling. I would've given space to you if you told me. But no, miss I-don't-need-anyone-even-if-I'm-breaking-down decided to just leave without an explanation."

"I know and I said I'm sorry." His grip on the steering wheel tightened, as if he was trying to control the emotions building up inside him. "Sorry doesn't cut it."

You let out a scoff. "What else do you want me to do? Beg on my knees?"

He finally snapped, taking one hand off the steering wheel and running it through his hair in frustration. "I don't know, maybe start by explaining to me why you did it in the first place? How you could just so easily forget the two years we've spent together!"

"Look, I'm not good with words, okay? I was so dumb back then so I didn't know what to do when I was going through... hard times, I guess. I was just too mad at myself about everything and about all the shit I've been going through because of my mistakes that I forgot how you could feel about it. So, I'm sorry, for the millionth time today."

The car fell silent, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the wheel. You could tell he was thinking. Processing. Hurting.

"Why did you decide to call me, then? You could've called anyone else, but you chose to call your ex instead."

"Because I miss you." you whispered. It was the truth. Even if it didn’t justify anything.

He went still."Don't say that, you don't have the right to say you miss me after what you did."

"Stop acting like I did a serious crime."

"You have no idea how much it hurt me. Seeing you call me right now, telling me that you miss me. Do you even know how fucking painful that is for me right now? I've been trying to move on but you are not helping." He said, his voice cracking, the cold and nonchalant tone finally disappearing. "Is this some sort of sick joke to you?"

"What?" You said, frowning. "No, of course not. You know I would never do that."

He let out a scoff. "Then what is it? Why did you decide to call me right now? I don't fucking understand you."

"Heeseung, you should pull over." He let out a shaky breath, knowing you were right. He didn't even realize how tight his grip on the steering wheel was until you pointed it out. He quickly pulled over, leaning back against the seat after shutting off the engine.

You hesitated, then said quietly, "...You can cry if you want you know, I don't mind." You said at last. "It'll help you feel better and calm down after."

He was taken aback by your words. It wasn't something he expected you to say. He didn't say anything at first, just closed his eyes and leaned back. After a moment of silence, he spoke, his voice quiet and a bit shaky. "I don't want you to see me cry, idiot."

"It's not something embarrassing. Everyone cries." You said, your voice softer now. "I'm just saying I don't mind. Do whatever you want."

Another silence. Then the tears came—quiet at first, then all at once, his chest heaving with sobs he had buried for too long. "There you go. Just let it all out, it's gonna feel better."

He continued crying and letting all his emotions out. His voice was shaky and breathless but he managed to speak. "I-I missed you so fucking much, you don't understand."

Your chest tightened. You wanted to hug him, to undo the pain. But you were the reason he was crying. That guilt sat heavy on your shoulders. "I know it doesn't change anything but I'm really sorry, Hee. I really am."

It took him a while to finally calm down, his sobs turning into quiet hiccups as he tried to catch his breath. His eyes were red and puffy, and his face was still wet with tears. He wiped his face with the back of his hand, sniffling and trying to collect himself.

After he fully calmed down, he started the car again. "This is gonna be the last time we speak," he said his voice low but clear. "Once I drop you off, we're done. No calling, no texting, nothing. Don't try to reach out to me because I won't respond."

"...Alright," you whispered.

When the car finally stopped in front of your house, you unbuckled your seatbelt and got out. He sat there watching you getting out of his car. You stood outside of the car, just looking to him because you knew that was the last time you got to see his beautiful eyes.

"You should go in. It's cold."        "Yeah..." You said, even though you didn't move. You couldn't get yourself to move, to leave so early. You two looked at each other in silence for a moment before you spoke up. "Sorry, I just... I don't wanna leave. This feels wrong."

"Well, you need to. That's how life goes." He replied, his voice sounding more and more cold with each word he said.

"I know..."

You wiped your tears, trying to be discreet. But he saw. And it shattered him. He felt his heart ache seeing you cry again. He wanted to reach out, to comfort you, to tell you that everything will be okay. But he couldn't. He couldn't just trust you again. "Don't cry..." He murmured.

"I can't help it." You mumbled. "This is so embarrassing..."

He couldn't help but laugh softly at your words. "Yeah, it kinda is."

You slowly kneeled down sat on your doorstep, letting out everything as you hid your face with your hands. "You can just go... I'll get inside in a minute anyways."

He couldn't just go, not like this. Not with you sobbing outside your doorstep and him sitting in the car, unable to comfort you. "Damn it..." He muttered to himself before letting out a deep sigh. He unbuckled his seatbelt and stepped out of the car.

He walked towards you, his footsteps slow. He sat down next to you on the doorstep, leaving some distance between the two of you.

"C'mon, stop crying, idiot." He finally spoke, his voice more gentle this time. "What are you even crying for?"

"For everything. I hurt you, I ruined our relationship. I basically fucked everything up. I always say I need to change but end up doing it again. I'm just... so fucking dumb, it's frustrating... Oh god, I sound so pathetic."

"You know what your problem is?" He shifted closer to you, leaning back against the wall. "You're being too hard on yourself. Sure, you messed up. You hurt me, you hurt yourself.. But crying and calling yourself dumb and pathetic won't make in any good." He said, his tone soft and sincere for the first time that day. "Don't call yourself weak. You've been through a lot, and you're still standing. That makes you stronger than you think." He shifted even closer, his arm now wrapping around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. He rested your head against his shoulder. You sniffled and wiped your tears. "You shouldn't be comforting me..." He chuckled softly at your words, the sound rumbling through his chest.

"Why not?" He asked, his hand playing with your hair, gently twirling it around his fingers. "I made you cry a few minutes ago. I don't think I deserve it." He shook his head, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Yeah, you did make me cry. But it doesn't mean that I don't care about you." "Thanks..." You muttered, now that you were feeling better and calmer. "No need to thank me." He replied softly, still playing with your hair. "You should get some rest." He stood up slowly, walking back to his car. He glanced at you one more time before softly saying "Goodbye." And you did an awkward wave and said "Goodbye." back as he drove away with a slight smile on his face. Maybe that was the last time you saw his beautiful eyes, his face, his smile or hugged him, felt yourself in his arms. You knew you loved him and he loved you too. You two weren't just meant together. And as he drove away, what he couldn’t see was that you were smiling too.

.vmpivory    ©    all rights reserved    ━    2025

uhm hi hello I'M BACK. i actually wrote this like almost 2 months ago and post it on quotev. ever since i wrote it i felt like i needed to post this on here too bc yes. honestly, i think this is one of my best works so far hehe! hope ygs enjoyed it! <3

TAGLiST: @wonsprincess @orimuraa @heeaara

[vmpivory]

A LiTTLE TOO LATE ✿ LHS

💬──in which, you and your ex boyfriend still love each other but you can't just get together.

lee heeseung x fem!reader / angst, comfort . . . cw. drunk reader, mentions of breakups, skinship, lots of angst, cussing, lots of crying, heeseung is mad most of the time and kind of rude but definitely kinder at the end, reader is a little dumb.   + 2.3k wc ── ( masterlist! )   ◌ inspired by this bot by .loafenmi on c.ai!

THERE WERE PLENTY of things you regretted in life. Most of them were simple—a missed train, a text you never sent, words said in anger. But none compared to the ache you felt from breaking up with Lee Heeseung—the one person who made even your worst days feel bearable—just because you were going through a hard time.

It was ironic. You wanted to hug him, kiss him—to be with him even though you were the one who let him go. There was no going back, and you knew that. But still, a part of you always wished there was.

Now here you were—sitting on a park bench at midnight, phone in hand, drunk out of your mind, watching your screen as his name lit up. You weren’t sure what you expected if he’d even pick up, or what you’d say if he did. But you’d called him anyway. ─ more under cut!

"(Name)?" you finally heard him say on the other end. It was cold. Distant. As if he was answering a stranger.

"Oh! Hi, Hee!" you said cheerfully when you heard his sleepy voice.

There was a pause. You could practically hear him debating whether to hang up or stay on the line.

"...Are you drunk?" he asked finally, sighing. "I told you to not drink much, you know you're a lightweight. Go home. It's late."

"Can I come over?" you mumbled. "I'll catch a taxi."

"But we broke up."

You froze. You weren’t his anymore. But hearing it from him stung.

"From now on," he continued. "don’t call me when you’re drunk. We’re not... whatever we were anymore. You wanted it this way. Just go home, (Name). Call a taxi."

"Oh... Right."

He sighed once more, knowing that just by hearing your tone, he could understand you were definitely wasted. "So go home." He said nonchalantly. "Are you even near your house? Have you called a taxi?"

"It's alright. It's 10 minutes from here to my house anyways. I'll walk."

But no way in hell was he going to let you walk home alone, drunk, at night.

"No. You're not walking home." He responded firmly. "I'll pick you up instead. Where are you?"

"I thought you didn't wanna see me."

"I don't." He said truthfully, not even hesitating one bit. "But I’m not about to let you get hurt. Where are you?"

"No, it's oka-"        "I said I'll pick you up. Stop being stubborn and tell me your location."

You sighed, knowing how stubborn Heeseung could be as well. As much as you wanted to see him again, you didn't want him to come pick you up at this hour when it was obvious you woke him up. "Fine.. I'm at the park."        "Stay there and don't move."

He quickly grabbed his car keys, stepping out of his house. His steps were fast and he almost ran to his car, getting in and starting the engine. He was still a bit upset that you called him when you're drunk, but he couldn't just ignore you especially in this kind of situation. He was still worried.

It didn't take him so long to arrive at the park. And when he did, he finally saw you sitting on a swing, looking absolutely wasted.

He parked his car before getting out and approaching you. "You're so stupid, you know that?" He mumbled, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Rude."        "Whatever. Get in."

He helped you walk to his car, opening the door for you and helping you get in. When you were both in the car, he put on his seatbelt before starting the engine, turning the heater on to keep the car warm and comfortable.

After a few minutes in the car now that you were a lot more sober and could think properly, you spoke up and broke the awkward silence. "Sorry... for calling you this late."

"Yeah, you should be, dumbass. You're drunk and it's late. Not to mention you called me, out of all p-"

"Can you just stop with the insulting nicknames? It's annoying." You cut him off. "No, I don't want to. Besides, you deserve it. You shouldn't have even called me in the first place."

"And I said I'm sorry. I was even more drunk then and I didn't know what I was doing. If you didn't like me that much you could've just let me go home and block me so it doesn't happen again. I don't get what's your problem with me besides our breakup, you get mad so easily. You weren't like this before."

He took a deep breath before speaking, his tone still cold. "It's not like I hate you or anything. I just don't understand why you still care enough to call me, of all people, when you're drunk. You're the one who broke up with me, remember? Make it make sense."        "I was not on the right mind back then either. Everything was too much and I just wanted a little space. Maybe the way I did or worded that wasn't exactly right and I regret it but I was just trying to make it better for us."

Heeseung sighed with frustration before continuing, his voice now getting slightly higher. "Making things better for us? That's bullshit. If you really wanted things to be better for us, you should've told me how you were feeling. I would've given space to you if you told me. But no, miss I-don't-need-anyone-even-if-I'm-breaking-down decided to just leave without an explanation."

"I know and I said I'm sorry." His grip on the steering wheel tightened, as if he was trying to control the emotions building up inside him. "Sorry doesn't cut it."

You let out a scoff. "What else do you want me to do? Beg on my knees?"

He finally snapped, taking one hand off the steering wheel and running it through his hair in frustration. "I don't know, maybe start by explaining to me why you did it in the first place? How you could just so easily forget the two years we've spent together!"

"Look, I'm not good with words, okay? I was so dumb back then so I didn't know what to do when I was going through... hard times, I guess. I was just too mad at myself about everything and about all the shit I've been going through because of my mistakes that I forgot how you could feel about it. So, I'm sorry, for the millionth time today."

The car fell silent, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the wheel. You could tell he was thinking. Processing. Hurting.

"Why did you decide to call me, then? You could've called anyone else, but you chose to call your ex instead."

"Because I miss you." you whispered. It was the truth. Even if it didn’t justify anything.

He went still."Don't say that, you don't have the right to say you miss me after what you did."

"Stop acting like I did a serious crime."

"You have no idea how much it hurt me. Seeing you call me right now, telling me that you miss me. Do you even know how fucking painful that is for me right now? I've been trying to move on but you are not helping." He said, his voice cracking, the cold and nonchalant tone finally disappearing. "Is this some sort of sick joke to you?"

"What?" You said, frowning. "No, of course not. You know I would never do that."

He let out a scoff. "Then what is it? Why did you decide to call me right now? I don't fucking understand you."

"Heeseung, you should pull over." He let out a shaky breath, knowing you were right. He didn't even realize how tight his grip on the steering wheel was until you pointed it out. He quickly pulled over, leaning back against the seat after shutting off the engine.

You hesitated, then said quietly, "...You can cry if you want you know, I don't mind." You said at last. "It'll help you feel better and calm down after."

He was taken aback by your words. It wasn't something he expected you to say. He didn't say anything at first, just closed his eyes and leaned back. After a moment of silence, he spoke, his voice quiet and a bit shaky. "I don't want you to see me cry, idiot."

"It's not something embarrassing. Everyone cries." You said, your voice softer now. "I'm just saying I don't mind. Do whatever you want."

Another silence. Then the tears came—quiet at first, then all at once, his chest heaving with sobs he had buried for too long. "There you go. Just let it all out, it's gonna feel better."

He continued crying and letting all his emotions out. His voice was shaky and breathless but he managed to speak. "I-I missed you so fucking much, you don't understand."

Your chest tightened. You wanted to hug him, to undo the pain. But you were the reason he was crying. That guilt sat heavy on your shoulders. "I know it doesn't change anything but I'm really sorry, Hee. I really am."

It took him a while to finally calm down, his sobs turning into quiet hiccups as he tried to catch his breath. His eyes were red and puffy, and his face was still wet with tears. He wiped his face with the back of his hand, sniffling and trying to collect himself.

After he fully calmed down, he started the car again. "This is gonna be the last time we speak," he said his voice low but clear. "Once I drop you off, we're done. No calling, no texting, nothing. Don't try to reach out to me because I won't respond."

"...Alright," you whispered.

When the car finally stopped in front of your house, you unbuckled your seatbelt and got out. He sat there watching you getting out of his car. You stood outside of the car, just looking to him because you knew that was the last time you got to see his beautiful eyes.

"You should go in. It's cold."        "Yeah..." You said, even though you didn't move. You couldn't get yourself to move, to leave so early. You two looked at each other in silence for a moment before you spoke up. "Sorry, I just... I don't wanna leave. This feels wrong."

"Well, you need to. That's how life goes." He replied, his voice sounding more and more cold with each word he said.

"I know..."

You wiped your tears, trying to be discreet. But he saw. And it shattered him. He felt his heart ache seeing you cry again. He wanted to reach out, to comfort you, to tell you that everything will be okay. But he couldn't. He couldn't just trust you again. "Don't cry..." He murmured.

"I can't help it." You mumbled. "This is so embarrassing..."

He couldn't help but laugh softly at your words. "Yeah, it kinda is."

You slowly kneeled down sat on your doorstep, letting out everything as you hid your face with your hands. "You can just go... I'll get inside in a minute anyways."

He couldn't just go, not like this. Not with you sobbing outside your doorstep and him sitting in the car, unable to comfort you. "Damn it..." He muttered to himself before letting out a deep sigh. He unbuckled his seatbelt and stepped out of the car.

He walked towards you, his footsteps slow. He sat down next to you on the doorstep, leaving some distance between the two of you.

"C'mon, stop crying, idiot." He finally spoke, his voice more gentle this time. "What are you even crying for?"

"For everything. I hurt you, I ruined our relationship. I basically fucked everything up. I always say I need to change but end up doing it again. I'm just... so fucking dumb, it's frustrating... Oh god, I sound so pathetic."

"You know what your problem is?" He shifted closer to you, leaning back against the wall. "You're being too hard on yourself. Sure, you messed up. You hurt me, you hurt yourself.. But crying and calling yourself dumb and pathetic won't make in any good." He said, his tone soft and sincere for the first time that day. "Don't call yourself weak. You've been through a lot, and you're still standing. That makes you stronger than you think." He shifted even closer, his arm now wrapping around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. He rested your head against his shoulder. You sniffled and wiped your tears. "You shouldn't be comforting me..." He chuckled softly at your words, the sound rumbling through his chest.

"Why not?" He asked, his hand playing with your hair, gently twirling it around his fingers. "I made you cry a few minutes ago. I don't think I deserve it." He shook his head, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Yeah, you did make me cry. But it doesn't mean that I don't care about you." "Thanks..." You muttered, now that you were feeling better and calmer. "No need to thank me." He replied softly, still playing with your hair. "You should get some rest." He stood up slowly, walking back to his car. He glanced at you one more time before softly saying "Goodbye." And you did an awkward wave and said "Goodbye." back as he drove away with a slight smile on his face. Maybe that was the last time you saw his beautiful eyes, his face, his smile or hugged him, felt yourself in his arms. You knew you loved him and he loved you too. You two weren't just meant together. And as he drove away, what he couldn’t see was that you were smiling too.

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uhm hi hello I'M BACK. i actually wrote this like almost 2 months ago and post it on quotev. ever since i wrote it i felt like i needed to post this on here too bc yes. honestly, i think this is one of my best works so far hehe! hope ygs enjoyed it! <3

TAGLiST: @wonsprincess @orimuraa @heeaara

[vmpivory]

A LiTTLE TOO LATE ✿ LHS

💬──in which, you and your ex boyfriend still love each other but you can't just get together.

lee heeseung x fem!reader / angst, comfort . . . cw. drunk reader, mentions of breakups, skinship, lots of angst, cussing, lots of crying, heeseung is mad most of the time and kind of rude but definitely kinder at the end, reader is a little dumb.   + 2.3k wc ── ( masterlist! )   ◌ inspired by this bot by .loafenmi on c.ai!

THERE WERE PLENTY of things you regretted in life. Most of them were simple—a missed train, a text you never sent, words said in anger. But none compared to the ache you felt from breaking up with Lee Heeseung—the one person who made even your worst days feel bearable—just because you were going through a hard time.

It was ironic. You wanted to hug him, kiss him—to be with him even though you were the one who let him go. There was no going back, and you knew that. But still, a part of you always wished there was.

Now here you were—sitting on a park bench at midnight, phone in hand, drunk out of your mind, watching your screen as his name lit up. You weren’t sure what you expected if he’d even pick up, or what you’d say if he did. But you’d called him anyway. ─ more under cut!

"(Name)?" you finally heard him say on the other end. It was cold. Distant. As if he was answering a stranger.

"Oh! Hi, Hee!" you said cheerfully when you heard his sleepy voice.

There was a pause. You could practically hear him debating whether to hang up or stay on the line.

"...Are you drunk?" he asked finally, sighing. "I told you to not drink much, you know you're a lightweight. Go home. It's late."

"Can I come over?" you mumbled. "I'll catch a taxi."

"But we broke up."

You froze. You weren’t his anymore. But hearing it from him stung.

"From now on," he continued. "don’t call me when you’re drunk. We’re not... whatever we were anymore. You wanted it this way. Just go home, (Name). Call a taxi."

"Oh... Right."

He sighed once more, knowing that just by hearing your tone, he could understand you were definitely wasted. "So go home." He said nonchalantly. "Are you even near your house? Have you called a taxi?"

"It's alright. It's 10 minutes from here to my house anyways. I'll walk."

But no way in hell was he going to let you walk home alone, drunk, at night.

"No. You're not walking home." He responded firmly. "I'll pick you up instead. Where are you?"

"I thought you didn't wanna see me."

"I don't." He said truthfully, not even hesitating one bit. "But I’m not about to let you get hurt. Where are you?"

"No, it's oka-"        "I said I'll pick you up. Stop being stubborn and tell me your location."

You sighed, knowing how stubborn Heeseung could be as well. As much as you wanted to see him again, you didn't want him to come pick you up at this hour when it was obvious you woke him up. "Fine.. I'm at the park."        "Stay there and don't move."

He quickly grabbed his car keys, stepping out of his house. His steps were fast and he almost ran to his car, getting in and starting the engine. He was still a bit upset that you called him when you're drunk, but he couldn't just ignore you especially in this kind of situation. He was still worried.

It didn't take him so long to arrive at the park. And when he did, he finally saw you sitting on a swing, looking absolutely wasted.

He parked his car before getting out and approaching you. "You're so stupid, you know that?" He mumbled, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Rude."        "Whatever. Get in."

He helped you walk to his car, opening the door for you and helping you get in. When you were both in the car, he put on his seatbelt before starting the engine, turning the heater on to keep the car warm and comfortable.

After a few minutes in the car now that you were a lot more sober and could think properly, you spoke up and broke the awkward silence. "Sorry... for calling you this late."

"Yeah, you should be, dumbass. You're drunk and it's late. Not to mention you called me, out of all p-"

"Can you just stop with the insulting nicknames? It's annoying." You cut him off. "No, I don't want to. Besides, you deserve it. You shouldn't have even called me in the first place."

"And I said I'm sorry. I was even more drunk then and I didn't know what I was doing. If you didn't like me that much you could've just let me go home and block me so it doesn't happen again. I don't get what's your problem with me besides our breakup, you get mad so easily. You weren't like this before."

He took a deep breath before speaking, his tone still cold. "It's not like I hate you or anything. I just don't understand why you still care enough to call me, of all people, when you're drunk. You're the one who broke up with me, remember? Make it make sense."        "I was not on the right mind back then either. Everything was too much and I just wanted a little space. Maybe the way I did or worded that wasn't exactly right and I regret it but I was just trying to make it better for us."

Heeseung sighed with frustration before continuing, his voice now getting slightly higher. "Making things better for us? That's bullshit. If you really wanted things to be better for us, you should've told me how you were feeling. I would've given space to you if you told me. But no, miss I-don't-need-anyone-even-if-I'm-breaking-down decided to just leave without an explanation."

"I know and I said I'm sorry." His grip on the steering wheel tightened, as if he was trying to control the emotions building up inside him. "Sorry doesn't cut it."

You let out a scoff. "What else do you want me to do? Beg on my knees?"

He finally snapped, taking one hand off the steering wheel and running it through his hair in frustration. "I don't know, maybe start by explaining to me why you did it in the first place? How you could just so easily forget the two years we've spent together!"

"Look, I'm not good with words, okay? I was so dumb back then so I didn't know what to do when I was going through... hard times, I guess. I was just too mad at myself about everything and about all the shit I've been going through because of my mistakes that I forgot how you could feel about it. So, I'm sorry, for the millionth time today."

The car fell silent, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the wheel. You could tell he was thinking. Processing. Hurting.

"Why did you decide to call me, then? You could've called anyone else, but you chose to call your ex instead."

"Because I miss you." you whispered. It was the truth. Even if it didn’t justify anything.

He went still."Don't say that, you don't have the right to say you miss me after what you did."

"Stop acting like I did a serious crime."

"You have no idea how much it hurt me. Seeing you call me right now, telling me that you miss me. Do you even know how fucking painful that is for me right now? I've been trying to move on but you are not helping." He said, his voice cracking, the cold and nonchalant tone finally disappearing. "Is this some sort of sick joke to you?"

"What?" You said, frowning. "No, of course not. You know I would never do that."

He let out a scoff. "Then what is it? Why did you decide to call me right now? I don't fucking understand you."

"Heeseung, you should pull over." He let out a shaky breath, knowing you were right. He didn't even realize how tight his grip on the steering wheel was until you pointed it out. He quickly pulled over, leaning back against the seat after shutting off the engine.

You hesitated, then said quietly, "...You can cry if you want you know, I don't mind." You said at last. "It'll help you feel better and calm down after."

He was taken aback by your words. It wasn't something he expected you to say. He didn't say anything at first, just closed his eyes and leaned back. After a moment of silence, he spoke, his voice quiet and a bit shaky. "I don't want you to see me cry, idiot."

"It's not something embarrassing. Everyone cries." You said, your voice softer now. "I'm just saying I don't mind. Do whatever you want."

Another silence. Then the tears came—quiet at first, then all at once, his chest heaving with sobs he had buried for too long. "There you go. Just let it all out, it's gonna feel better."

He continued crying and letting all his emotions out. His voice was shaky and breathless but he managed to speak. "I-I missed you so fucking much, you don't understand."

Your chest tightened. You wanted to hug him, to undo the pain. But you were the reason he was crying. That guilt sat heavy on your shoulders. "I know it doesn't change anything but I'm really sorry, Hee. I really am."

It took him a while to finally calm down, his sobs turning into quiet hiccups as he tried to catch his breath. His eyes were red and puffy, and his face was still wet with tears. He wiped his face with the back of his hand, sniffling and trying to collect himself.

After he fully calmed down, he started the car again. "This is gonna be the last time we speak," he said his voice low but clear. "Once I drop you off, we're done. No calling, no texting, nothing. Don't try to reach out to me because I won't respond."

"...Alright," you whispered.

When the car finally stopped in front of your house, you unbuckled your seatbelt and got out. He sat there watching you getting out of his car. You stood outside of the car, just looking to him because you knew that was the last time you got to see his beautiful eyes.

"You should go in. It's cold."        "Yeah..." You said, even though you didn't move. You couldn't get yourself to move, to leave so early. You two looked at each other in silence for a moment before you spoke up. "Sorry, I just... I don't wanna leave. This feels wrong."

"Well, you need to. That's how life goes." He replied, his voice sounding more and more cold with each word he said.

"I know..."

You wiped your tears, trying to be discreet. But he saw. And it shattered him. He felt his heart ache seeing you cry again. He wanted to reach out, to comfort you, to tell you that everything will be okay. But he couldn't. He couldn't just trust you again. "Don't cry..." He murmured.

"I can't help it." You mumbled. "This is so embarrassing..."

He couldn't help but laugh softly at your words. "Yeah, it kinda is."

You slowly kneeled down sat on your doorstep, letting out everything as you hid your face with your hands. "You can just go... I'll get inside in a minute anyways."

He couldn't just go, not like this. Not with you sobbing outside your doorstep and him sitting in the car, unable to comfort you. "Damn it..." He muttered to himself before letting out a deep sigh. He unbuckled his seatbelt and stepped out of the car.

He walked towards you, his footsteps slow. He sat down next to you on the doorstep, leaving some distance between the two of you.

"C'mon, stop crying, idiot." He finally spoke, his voice more gentle this time. "What are you even crying for?"

"For everything. I hurt you, I ruined our relationship. I basically fucked everything up. I always say I need to change but end up doing it again. I'm just... so fucking dumb, it's frustrating... Oh god, I sound so pathetic."

"You know what your problem is?" He shifted closer to you, leaning back against the wall. "You're being too hard on yourself. Sure, you messed up. You hurt me, you hurt yourself.. But crying and calling yourself dumb and pathetic won't make in any good." He said, his tone soft and sincere for the first time that day. "Don't call yourself weak. You've been through a lot, and you're still standing. That makes you stronger than you think." He shifted even closer, his arm now wrapping around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. He rested your head against his shoulder. You sniffled and wiped your tears. "You shouldn't be comforting me..." He chuckled softly at your words, the sound rumbling through his chest.

"Why not?" He asked, his hand playing with your hair, gently twirling it around his fingers. "I made you cry a few minutes ago. I don't think I deserve it." He shook his head, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Yeah, you did make me cry. But it doesn't mean that I don't care about you." "Thanks..." You muttered, now that you were feeling better and calmer. "No need to thank me." He replied softly, still playing with your hair. "You should get some rest." He stood up slowly, walking back to his car. He glanced at you one more time before softly saying "Goodbye." And you did an awkward wave and said "Goodbye." back as he drove away with a slight smile on his face. Maybe that was the last time you saw his beautiful eyes, his face, his smile or hugged him, felt yourself in his arms. You knew you loved him and he loved you too. You two weren't just meant together. And as he drove away, what he couldn’t see was that you were smiling too.

.vmpivory    ©    all rights reserved    ━    2025

uhm hi hello I'M BACK. i actually wrote this like almost 2 months ago and post it on quotev. ever since i wrote it i felt like i needed to post this on here too bc yes. honestly, i think this is one of my best works so far hehe! hope ygs enjoyed it! <3

TAGLiST: @wonsprincess @orimuraa @heeaara

[vmpivory]

A LiTTLE TOO LATE ✿ LHS

💬──in which, you and your ex boyfriend still love each other but you can't just get together.

lee heeseung x fem!reader / angst, comfort . . . cw. drunk reader, mentions of breakups, skinship, lots of angst, cussing, lots of crying, heeseung is mad most of the time and kind of rude but definitely kinder at the end, reader is a little dumb.   + 2.3k wc ── ( masterlist! )   ◌ inspired by this bot by .loafenmi on c.ai!

THERE WERE PLENTY of things you regretted in life. Most of them were simple—a missed train, a text you never sent, words said in anger. But none compared to the ache you felt from breaking up with Lee Heeseung—the one person who made even your worst days feel bearable—just because you were going through a hard time.

It was ironic. You wanted to hug him, kiss him—to be with him even though you were the one who let him go. There was no going back, and you knew that. But still, a part of you always wished there was.

Now here you were—sitting on a park bench at midnight, phone in hand, drunk out of your mind, watching your screen as his name lit up. You weren’t sure what you expected if he’d even pick up, or what you’d say if he did. But you’d called him anyway. ─ more under cut!

"(Name)?" you finally heard him say on the other end. It was cold. Distant. As if he was answering a stranger.

"Oh! Hi, Hee!" you said cheerfully when you heard his sleepy voice.

There was a pause. You could practically hear him debating whether to hang up or stay on the line.

"...Are you drunk?" he asked finally, sighing. "I told you to not drink much, you know you're a lightweight. Go home. It's late."

"Can I come over?" you mumbled. "I'll catch a taxi."

"But we broke up."

You froze. You weren’t his anymore. But hearing it from him stung.

"From now on," he continued. "don’t call me when you’re drunk. We’re not... whatever we were anymore. You wanted it this way. Just go home, (Name). Call a taxi."

"Oh... Right."

He sighed once more, knowing that just by hearing your tone, he could understand you were definitely wasted. "So go home." He said nonchalantly. "Are you even near your house? Have you called a taxi?"

"It's alright. It's 10 minutes from here to my house anyways. I'll walk."

But no way in hell was he going to let you walk home alone, drunk, at night.

"No. You're not walking home." He responded firmly. "I'll pick you up instead. Where are you?"

"I thought you didn't wanna see me."

"I don't." He said truthfully, not even hesitating one bit. "But I’m not about to let you get hurt. Where are you?"

"No, it's oka-"        "I said I'll pick you up. Stop being stubborn and tell me your location."

You sighed, knowing how stubborn Heeseung could be as well. As much as you wanted to see him again, you didn't want him to come pick you up at this hour when it was obvious you woke him up. "Fine.. I'm at the park."        "Stay there and don't move."

He quickly grabbed his car keys, stepping out of his house. His steps were fast and he almost ran to his car, getting in and starting the engine. He was still a bit upset that you called him when you're drunk, but he couldn't just ignore you especially in this kind of situation. He was still worried.

It didn't take him so long to arrive at the park. And when he did, he finally saw you sitting on a swing, looking absolutely wasted.

He parked his car before getting out and approaching you. "You're so stupid, you know that?" He mumbled, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Rude."        "Whatever. Get in."

He helped you walk to his car, opening the door for you and helping you get in. When you were both in the car, he put on his seatbelt before starting the engine, turning the heater on to keep the car warm and comfortable.

After a few minutes in the car now that you were a lot more sober and could think properly, you spoke up and broke the awkward silence. "Sorry... for calling you this late."

"Yeah, you should be, dumbass. You're drunk and it's late. Not to mention you called me, out of all p-"

"Can you just stop with the insulting nicknames? It's annoying." You cut him off. "No, I don't want to. Besides, you deserve it. You shouldn't have even called me in the first place."

"And I said I'm sorry. I was even more drunk then and I didn't know what I was doing. If you didn't like me that much you could've just let me go home and block me so it doesn't happen again. I don't get what's your problem with me besides our breakup, you get mad so easily. You weren't like this before."

He took a deep breath before speaking, his tone still cold. "It's not like I hate you or anything. I just don't understand why you still care enough to call me, of all people, when you're drunk. You're the one who broke up with me, remember? Make it make sense."        "I was not on the right mind back then either. Everything was too much and I just wanted a little space. Maybe the way I did or worded that wasn't exactly right and I regret it but I was just trying to make it better for us."

Heeseung sighed with frustration before continuing, his voice now getting slightly higher. "Making things better for us? That's bullshit. If you really wanted things to be better for us, you should've told me how you were feeling. I would've given space to you if you told me. But no, miss I-don't-need-anyone-even-if-I'm-breaking-down decided to just leave without an explanation."

"I know and I said I'm sorry." His grip on the steering wheel tightened, as if he was trying to control the emotions building up inside him. "Sorry doesn't cut it."

You let out a scoff. "What else do you want me to do? Beg on my knees?"

He finally snapped, taking one hand off the steering wheel and running it through his hair in frustration. "I don't know, maybe start by explaining to me why you did it in the first place? How you could just so easily forget the two years we've spent together!"

"Look, I'm not good with words, okay? I was so dumb back then so I didn't know what to do when I was going through... hard times, I guess. I was just too mad at myself about everything and about all the shit I've been going through because of my mistakes that I forgot how you could feel about it. So, I'm sorry, for the millionth time today."

The car fell silent, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the wheel. You could tell he was thinking. Processing. Hurting.

"Why did you decide to call me, then? You could've called anyone else, but you chose to call your ex instead."

"Because I miss you." you whispered. It was the truth. Even if it didn’t justify anything.

He went still."Don't say that, you don't have the right to say you miss me after what you did."

"Stop acting like I did a serious crime."

"You have no idea how much it hurt me. Seeing you call me right now, telling me that you miss me. Do you even know how fucking painful that is for me right now? I've been trying to move on but you are not helping." He said, his voice cracking, the cold and nonchalant tone finally disappearing. "Is this some sort of sick joke to you?"

"What?" You said, frowning. "No, of course not. You know I would never do that."

He let out a scoff. "Then what is it? Why did you decide to call me right now? I don't fucking understand you."

"Heeseung, you should pull over." He let out a shaky breath, knowing you were right. He didn't even realize how tight his grip on the steering wheel was until you pointed it out. He quickly pulled over, leaning back against the seat after shutting off the engine.

You hesitated, then said quietly, "...You can cry if you want you know, I don't mind." You said at last. "It'll help you feel better and calm down after."

He was taken aback by your words. It wasn't something he expected you to say. He didn't say anything at first, just closed his eyes and leaned back. After a moment of silence, he spoke, his voice quiet and a bit shaky. "I don't want you to see me cry, idiot."

"It's not something embarrassing. Everyone cries." You said, your voice softer now. "I'm just saying I don't mind. Do whatever you want."

Another silence. Then the tears came—quiet at first, then all at once, his chest heaving with sobs he had buried for too long. "There you go. Just let it all out, it's gonna feel better."

He continued crying and letting all his emotions out. His voice was shaky and breathless but he managed to speak. "I-I missed you so fucking much, you don't understand."

Your chest tightened. You wanted to hug him, to undo the pain. But you were the reason he was crying. That guilt sat heavy on your shoulders. "I know it doesn't change anything but I'm really sorry, Hee. I really am."

It took him a while to finally calm down, his sobs turning into quiet hiccups as he tried to catch his breath. His eyes were red and puffy, and his face was still wet with tears. He wiped his face with the back of his hand, sniffling and trying to collect himself.

After he fully calmed down, he started the car again. "This is gonna be the last time we speak," he said his voice low but clear. "Once I drop you off, we're done. No calling, no texting, nothing. Don't try to reach out to me because I won't respond."

"...Alright," you whispered.

When the car finally stopped in front of your house, you unbuckled your seatbelt and got out. He sat there watching you getting out of his car. You stood outside of the car, just looking to him because you knew that was the last time you got to see his beautiful eyes.

"You should go in. It's cold."        "Yeah..." You said, even though you didn't move. You couldn't get yourself to move, to leave so early. You two looked at each other in silence for a moment before you spoke up. "Sorry, I just... I don't wanna leave. This feels wrong."

"Well, you need to. That's how life goes." He replied, his voice sounding more and more cold with each word he said.

"I know..."

You wiped your tears, trying to be discreet. But he saw. And it shattered him. He felt his heart ache seeing you cry again. He wanted to reach out, to comfort you, to tell you that everything will be okay. But he couldn't. He couldn't just trust you again. "Don't cry..." He murmured.

"I can't help it." You mumbled. "This is so embarrassing..."

He couldn't help but laugh softly at your words. "Yeah, it kinda is."

You slowly kneeled down sat on your doorstep, letting out everything as you hid your face with your hands. "You can just go... I'll get inside in a minute anyways."

He couldn't just go, not like this. Not with you sobbing outside your doorstep and him sitting in the car, unable to comfort you. "Damn it..." He muttered to himself before letting out a deep sigh. He unbuckled his seatbelt and stepped out of the car.

He walked towards you, his footsteps slow. He sat down next to you on the doorstep, leaving some distance between the two of you.

"C'mon, stop crying, idiot." He finally spoke, his voice more gentle this time. "What are you even crying for?"

"For everything. I hurt you, I ruined our relationship. I basically fucked everything up. I always say I need to change but end up doing it again. I'm just... so fucking dumb, it's frustrating... Oh god, I sound so pathetic."

"You know what your problem is?" He shifted closer to you, leaning back against the wall. "You're being too hard on yourself. Sure, you messed up. You hurt me, you hurt yourself.. But crying and calling yourself dumb and pathetic won't make in any good." He said, his tone soft and sincere for the first time that day. "Don't call yourself weak. You've been through a lot, and you're still standing. That makes you stronger than you think." He shifted even closer, his arm now wrapping around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. He rested your head against his shoulder. You sniffled and wiped your tears. "You shouldn't be comforting me..." He chuckled softly at your words, the sound rumbling through his chest.

"Why not?" He asked, his hand playing with your hair, gently twirling it around his fingers. "I made you cry a few minutes ago. I don't think I deserve it." He shook his head, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Yeah, you did make me cry. But it doesn't mean that I don't care about you." "Thanks..." You muttered, now that you were feeling better and calmer. "No need to thank me." He replied softly, still playing with your hair. "You should get some rest." He stood up slowly, walking back to his car. He glanced at you one more time before softly saying "Goodbye." And you did an awkward wave and said "Goodbye." back as he drove away with a slight smile on his face. Maybe that was the last time you saw his beautiful eyes, his face, his smile or hugged him, felt yourself in his arms. You knew you loved him and he loved you too. You two weren't just meant together. And as he drove away, what he couldn’t see was that you were smiling too.

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uhm hi hello I'M BACK. i actually wrote this like almost 2 months ago and post it on quotev. ever since i wrote it i felt like i needed to post this on here too bc yes. honestly, i think this is one of my best works so far hehe! hope ygs enjoyed it! <3

TAGLiST: @wonsprincess @orimuraa @heeaara

[vmpivory]

A LiTTLE TOO LATE ✿ LHS

💬──in which, you and your ex boyfriend still love each other but you can't just get together.

lee heeseung x fem!reader / angst, comfort . . . cw. drunk reader, mentions of breakups, skinship, lots of angst, cussing, lots of crying, heeseung is mad most of the time and kind of rude but definitely kinder at the end, reader is a little dumb.   + 2.3k wc ── ( masterlist! )   ◌ inspired by this bot by .loafenmi on c.ai!

THERE WERE PLENTY of things you regretted in life. Most of them were simple—a missed train, a text you never sent, words said in anger. But none compared to the ache you felt from breaking up with Lee Heeseung—the one person who made even your worst days feel bearable—just because you were going through a hard time.

It was ironic. You wanted to hug him, kiss him—to be with him even though you were the one who let him go. There was no going back, and you knew that. But still, a part of you always wished there was.

Now here you were—sitting on a park bench at midnight, phone in hand, drunk out of your mind, watching your screen as his name lit up. You weren’t sure what you expected if he’d even pick up, or what you’d say if he did. But you’d called him anyway. ─ more under cut!

"(Name)?" you finally heard him say on the other end. It was cold. Distant. As if he was answering a stranger.

"Oh! Hi, Hee!" you said cheerfully when you heard his sleepy voice.

There was a pause. You could practically hear him debating whether to hang up or stay on the line.

"...Are you drunk?" he asked finally, sighing. "I told you to not drink much, you know you're a lightweight. Go home. It's late."

"Can I come over?" you mumbled. "I'll catch a taxi."

"But we broke up."

You froze. You weren’t his anymore. But hearing it from him stung.

"From now on," he continued. "don’t call me when you’re drunk. We’re not... whatever we were anymore. You wanted it this way. Just go home, (Name). Call a taxi."

"Oh... Right."

He sighed once more, knowing that just by hearing your tone, he could understand you were definitely wasted. "So go home." He said nonchalantly. "Are you even near your house? Have you called a taxi?"

"It's alright. It's 10 minutes from here to my house anyways. I'll walk."

But no way in hell was he going to let you walk home alone, drunk, at night.

"No. You're not walking home." He responded firmly. "I'll pick you up instead. Where are you?"

"I thought you didn't wanna see me."

"I don't." He said truthfully, not even hesitating one bit. "But I’m not about to let you get hurt. Where are you?"

"No, it's oka-"        "I said I'll pick you up. Stop being stubborn and tell me your location."

You sighed, knowing how stubborn Heeseung could be as well. As much as you wanted to see him again, you didn't want him to come pick you up at this hour when it was obvious you woke him up. "Fine.. I'm at the park."        "Stay there and don't move."

He quickly grabbed his car keys, stepping out of his house. His steps were fast and he almost ran to his car, getting in and starting the engine. He was still a bit upset that you called him when you're drunk, but he couldn't just ignore you especially in this kind of situation. He was still worried.

It didn't take him so long to arrive at the park. And when he did, he finally saw you sitting on a swing, looking absolutely wasted.

He parked his car before getting out and approaching you. "You're so stupid, you know that?" He mumbled, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Rude."        "Whatever. Get in."

He helped you walk to his car, opening the door for you and helping you get in. When you were both in the car, he put on his seatbelt before starting the engine, turning the heater on to keep the car warm and comfortable.

After a few minutes in the car now that you were a lot more sober and could think properly, you spoke up and broke the awkward silence. "Sorry... for calling you this late."

"Yeah, you should be, dumbass. You're drunk and it's late. Not to mention you called me, out of all p-"

"Can you just stop with the insulting nicknames? It's annoying." You cut him off. "No, I don't want to. Besides, you deserve it. You shouldn't have even called me in the first place."

"And I said I'm sorry. I was even more drunk then and I didn't know what I was doing. If you didn't like me that much you could've just let me go home and block me so it doesn't happen again. I don't get what's your problem with me besides our breakup, you get mad so easily. You weren't like this before."

He took a deep breath before speaking, his tone still cold. "It's not like I hate you or anything. I just don't understand why you still care enough to call me, of all people, when you're drunk. You're the one who broke up with me, remember? Make it make sense."        "I was not on the right mind back then either. Everything was too much and I just wanted a little space. Maybe the way I did or worded that wasn't exactly right and I regret it but I was just trying to make it better for us."

Heeseung sighed with frustration before continuing, his voice now getting slightly higher. "Making things better for us? That's bullshit. If you really wanted things to be better for us, you should've told me how you were feeling. I would've given space to you if you told me. But no, miss I-don't-need-anyone-even-if-I'm-breaking-down decided to just leave without an explanation."

"I know and I said I'm sorry." His grip on the steering wheel tightened, as if he was trying to control the emotions building up inside him. "Sorry doesn't cut it."

You let out a scoff. "What else do you want me to do? Beg on my knees?"

He finally snapped, taking one hand off the steering wheel and running it through his hair in frustration. "I don't know, maybe start by explaining to me why you did it in the first place? How you could just so easily forget the two years we've spent together!"

"Look, I'm not good with words, okay? I was so dumb back then so I didn't know what to do when I was going through... hard times, I guess. I was just too mad at myself about everything and about all the shit I've been going through because of my mistakes that I forgot how you could feel about it. So, I'm sorry, for the millionth time today."

The car fell silent, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the wheel. You could tell he was thinking. Processing. Hurting.

"Why did you decide to call me, then? You could've called anyone else, but you chose to call your ex instead."

"Because I miss you." you whispered. It was the truth. Even if it didn’t justify anything.

He went still."Don't say that, you don't have the right to say you miss me after what you did."

"Stop acting like I did a serious crime."

"You have no idea how much it hurt me. Seeing you call me right now, telling me that you miss me. Do you even know how fucking painful that is for me right now? I've been trying to move on but you are not helping." He said, his voice cracking, the cold and nonchalant tone finally disappearing. "Is this some sort of sick joke to you?"

"What?" You said, frowning. "No, of course not. You know I would never do that."

He let out a scoff. "Then what is it? Why did you decide to call me right now? I don't fucking understand you."

"Heeseung, you should pull over." He let out a shaky breath, knowing you were right. He didn't even realize how tight his grip on the steering wheel was until you pointed it out. He quickly pulled over, leaning back against the seat after shutting off the engine.

You hesitated, then said quietly, "...You can cry if you want you know, I don't mind." You said at last. "It'll help you feel better and calm down after."

He was taken aback by your words. It wasn't something he expected you to say. He didn't say anything at first, just closed his eyes and leaned back. After a moment of silence, he spoke, his voice quiet and a bit shaky. "I don't want you to see me cry, idiot."

"It's not something embarrassing. Everyone cries." You said, your voice softer now. "I'm just saying I don't mind. Do whatever you want."

Another silence. Then the tears came—quiet at first, then all at once, his chest heaving with sobs he had buried for too long. "There you go. Just let it all out, it's gonna feel better."

He continued crying and letting all his emotions out. His voice was shaky and breathless but he managed to speak. "I-I missed you so fucking much, you don't understand."

Your chest tightened. You wanted to hug him, to undo the pain. But you were the reason he was crying. That guilt sat heavy on your shoulders. "I know it doesn't change anything but I'm really sorry, Hee. I really am."

It took him a while to finally calm down, his sobs turning into quiet hiccups as he tried to catch his breath. His eyes were red and puffy, and his face was still wet with tears. He wiped his face with the back of his hand, sniffling and trying to collect himself.

After he fully calmed down, he started the car again. "This is gonna be the last time we speak," he said his voice low but clear. "Once I drop you off, we're done. No calling, no texting, nothing. Don't try to reach out to me because I won't respond."

"...Alright," you whispered.

When the car finally stopped in front of your house, you unbuckled your seatbelt and got out. He sat there watching you getting out of his car. You stood outside of the car, just looking to him because you knew that was the last time you got to see his beautiful eyes.

"You should go in. It's cold."        "Yeah..." You said, even though you didn't move. You couldn't get yourself to move, to leave so early. You two looked at each other in silence for a moment before you spoke up. "Sorry, I just... I don't wanna leave. This feels wrong."

"Well, you need to. That's how life goes." He replied, his voice sounding more and more cold with each word he said.

"I know..."

You wiped your tears, trying to be discreet. But he saw. And it shattered him. He felt his heart ache seeing you cry again. He wanted to reach out, to comfort you, to tell you that everything will be okay. But he couldn't. He couldn't just trust you again. "Don't cry..." He murmured.

"I can't help it." You mumbled. "This is so embarrassing..."

He couldn't help but laugh softly at your words. "Yeah, it kinda is."

You slowly kneeled down sat on your doorstep, letting out everything as you hid your face with your hands. "You can just go... I'll get inside in a minute anyways."

He couldn't just go, not like this. Not with you sobbing outside your doorstep and him sitting in the car, unable to comfort you. "Damn it..." He muttered to himself before letting out a deep sigh. He unbuckled his seatbelt and stepped out of the car.

He walked towards you, his footsteps slow. He sat down next to you on the doorstep, leaving some distance between the two of you.

"C'mon, stop crying, idiot." He finally spoke, his voice more gentle this time. "What are you even crying for?"

"For everything. I hurt you, I ruined our relationship. I basically fucked everything up. I always say I need to change but end up doing it again. I'm just... so fucking dumb, it's frustrating... Oh god, I sound so pathetic."

"You know what your problem is?" He shifted closer to you, leaning back against the wall. "You're being too hard on yourself. Sure, you messed up. You hurt me, you hurt yourself.. But crying and calling yourself dumb and pathetic won't make in any good." He said, his tone soft and sincere for the first time that day. "Don't call yourself weak. You've been through a lot, and you're still standing. That makes you stronger than you think." He shifted even closer, his arm now wrapping around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. He rested your head against his shoulder. You sniffled and wiped your tears. "You shouldn't be comforting me..." He chuckled softly at your words, the sound rumbling through his chest.

"Why not?" He asked, his hand playing with your hair, gently twirling it around his fingers. "I made you cry a few minutes ago. I don't think I deserve it." He shook his head, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Yeah, you did make me cry. But it doesn't mean that I don't care about you." "Thanks..." You muttered, now that you were feeling better and calmer. "No need to thank me." He replied softly, still playing with your hair. "You should get some rest." He stood up slowly, walking back to his car. He glanced at you one more time before softly saying "Goodbye." And you did an awkward wave and said "Goodbye." back as he drove away with a slight smile on his face. Maybe that was the last time you saw his beautiful eyes, his face, his smile or hugged him, felt yourself in his arms. You knew you loved him and he loved you too. You two weren't just meant together. And as he drove away, what he couldn’t see was that you were smiling too.

.vmpivory    ©    all rights reserved    ━    2025

uhm hi hello I'M BACK. i actually wrote this like almost 2 months ago and post it on quotev. ever since i wrote it i felt like i needed to post this on here too bc yes. honestly, i think this is one of my best works so far hehe! hope ygs enjoyed it! <3

TAGLiST: @wonsprincess @orimuraa @heeaara

[vmpivory]

A LiTTLE TOO LATE ✿ LHS

💬──in which, you and your ex boyfriend still love each other but you can't just get together.

lee heeseung x fem!reader / angst, comfort . . . cw. drunk reader, mentions of breakups, skinship, lots of angst, cussing, lots of crying, heeseung is mad most of the time and kind of rude but definitely kinder at the end, reader is a little dumb.   + 2.3k wc ── ( masterlist! )   ◌ inspired by this bot by .loafenmi on c.ai!

THERE WERE PLENTY of things you regretted in life. Most of them were simple—a missed train, a text you never sent, words said in anger. But none compared to the ache you felt from breaking up with Lee Heeseung—the one person who made even your worst days feel bearable—just because you were going through a hard time.

It was ironic. You wanted to hug him, kiss him—to be with him even though you were the one who let him go. There was no going back, and you knew that. But still, a part of you always wished there was.

Now here you were—sitting on a park bench at midnight, phone in hand, drunk out of your mind, watching your screen as his name lit up. You weren’t sure what you expected if he’d even pick up, or what you’d say if he did. But you’d called him anyway. ─ more under cut!

"(Name)?" you finally heard him say on the other end. It was cold. Distant. As if he was answering a stranger.

"Oh! Hi, Hee!" you said cheerfully when you heard his sleepy voice.

There was a pause. You could practically hear him debating whether to hang up or stay on the line.

"...Are you drunk?" he asked finally, sighing. "I told you to not drink much, you know you're a lightweight. Go home. It's late."

"Can I come over?" you mumbled. "I'll catch a taxi."

"But we broke up."

You froze. You weren’t his anymore. But hearing it from him stung.

"From now on," he continued. "don’t call me when you’re drunk. We’re not... whatever we were anymore. You wanted it this way. Just go home, (Name). Call a taxi."

"Oh... Right."

He sighed once more, knowing that just by hearing your tone, he could understand you were definitely wasted. "So go home." He said nonchalantly. "Are you even near your house? Have you called a taxi?"

"It's alright. It's 10 minutes from here to my house anyways. I'll walk."

But no way in hell was he going to let you walk home alone, drunk, at night.

"No. You're not walking home." He responded firmly. "I'll pick you up instead. Where are you?"

"I thought you didn't wanna see me."

"I don't." He said truthfully, not even hesitating one bit. "But I’m not about to let you get hurt. Where are you?"

"No, it's oka-"        "I said I'll pick you up. Stop being stubborn and tell me your location."

You sighed, knowing how stubborn Heeseung could be as well. As much as you wanted to see him again, you didn't want him to come pick you up at this hour when it was obvious you woke him up. "Fine.. I'm at the park."        "Stay there and don't move."

He quickly grabbed his car keys, stepping out of his house. His steps were fast and he almost ran to his car, getting in and starting the engine. He was still a bit upset that you called him when you're drunk, but he couldn't just ignore you especially in this kind of situation. He was still worried.

It didn't take him so long to arrive at the park. And when he did, he finally saw you sitting on a swing, looking absolutely wasted.

He parked his car before getting out and approaching you. "You're so stupid, you know that?" He mumbled, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Rude."        "Whatever. Get in."

He helped you walk to his car, opening the door for you and helping you get in. When you were both in the car, he put on his seatbelt before starting the engine, turning the heater on to keep the car warm and comfortable.

After a few minutes in the car now that you were a lot more sober and could think properly, you spoke up and broke the awkward silence. "Sorry... for calling you this late."

"Yeah, you should be, dumbass. You're drunk and it's late. Not to mention you called me, out of all p-"

"Can you just stop with the insulting nicknames? It's annoying." You cut him off. "No, I don't want to. Besides, you deserve it. You shouldn't have even called me in the first place."

"And I said I'm sorry. I was even more drunk then and I didn't know what I was doing. If you didn't like me that much you could've just let me go home and block me so it doesn't happen again. I don't get what's your problem with me besides our breakup, you get mad so easily. You weren't like this before."

He took a deep breath before speaking, his tone still cold. "It's not like I hate you or anything. I just don't understand why you still care enough to call me, of all people, when you're drunk. You're the one who broke up with me, remember? Make it make sense."        "I was not on the right mind back then either. Everything was too much and I just wanted a little space. Maybe the way I did or worded that wasn't exactly right and I regret it but I was just trying to make it better for us."

Heeseung sighed with frustration before continuing, his voice now getting slightly higher. "Making things better for us? That's bullshit. If you really wanted things to be better for us, you should've told me how you were feeling. I would've given space to you if you told me. But no, miss I-don't-need-anyone-even-if-I'm-breaking-down decided to just leave without an explanation."

"I know and I said I'm sorry." His grip on the steering wheel tightened, as if he was trying to control the emotions building up inside him. "Sorry doesn't cut it."

You let out a scoff. "What else do you want me to do? Beg on my knees?"

He finally snapped, taking one hand off the steering wheel and running it through his hair in frustration. "I don't know, maybe start by explaining to me why you did it in the first place? How you could just so easily forget the two years we've spent together!"

"Look, I'm not good with words, okay? I was so dumb back then so I didn't know what to do when I was going through... hard times, I guess. I was just too mad at myself about everything and about all the shit I've been going through because of my mistakes that I forgot how you could feel about it. So, I'm sorry, for the millionth time today."

The car fell silent, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the wheel. You could tell he was thinking. Processing. Hurting.

"Why did you decide to call me, then? You could've called anyone else, but you chose to call your ex instead."

"Because I miss you." you whispered. It was the truth. Even if it didn’t justify anything.

He went still."Don't say that, you don't have the right to say you miss me after what you did."

"Stop acting like I did a serious crime."

"You have no idea how much it hurt me. Seeing you call me right now, telling me that you miss me. Do you even know how fucking painful that is for me right now? I've been trying to move on but you are not helping." He said, his voice cracking, the cold and nonchalant tone finally disappearing. "Is this some sort of sick joke to you?"

"What?" You said, frowning. "No, of course not. You know I would never do that."

He let out a scoff. "Then what is it? Why did you decide to call me right now? I don't fucking understand you."

"Heeseung, you should pull over." He let out a shaky breath, knowing you were right. He didn't even realize how tight his grip on the steering wheel was until you pointed it out. He quickly pulled over, leaning back against the seat after shutting off the engine.

You hesitated, then said quietly, "...You can cry if you want you know, I don't mind." You said at last. "It'll help you feel better and calm down after."

He was taken aback by your words. It wasn't something he expected you to say. He didn't say anything at first, just closed his eyes and leaned back. After a moment of silence, he spoke, his voice quiet and a bit shaky. "I don't want you to see me cry, idiot."

"It's not something embarrassing. Everyone cries." You said, your voice softer now. "I'm just saying I don't mind. Do whatever you want."

Another silence. Then the tears came—quiet at first, then all at once, his chest heaving with sobs he had buried for too long. "There you go. Just let it all out, it's gonna feel better."

He continued crying and letting all his emotions out. His voice was shaky and breathless but he managed to speak. "I-I missed you so fucking much, you don't understand."

Your chest tightened. You wanted to hug him, to undo the pain. But you were the reason he was crying. That guilt sat heavy on your shoulders. "I know it doesn't change anything but I'm really sorry, Hee. I really am."

It took him a while to finally calm down, his sobs turning into quiet hiccups as he tried to catch his breath. His eyes were red and puffy, and his face was still wet with tears. He wiped his face with the back of his hand, sniffling and trying to collect himself.

After he fully calmed down, he started the car again. "This is gonna be the last time we speak," he said his voice low but clear. "Once I drop you off, we're done. No calling, no texting, nothing. Don't try to reach out to me because I won't respond."

"...Alright," you whispered.

When the car finally stopped in front of your house, you unbuckled your seatbelt and got out. He sat there watching you getting out of his car. You stood outside of the car, just looking to him because you knew that was the last time you got to see his beautiful eyes.

"You should go in. It's cold."        "Yeah..." You said, even though you didn't move. You couldn't get yourself to move, to leave so early. You two looked at each other in silence for a moment before you spoke up. "Sorry, I just... I don't wanna leave. This feels wrong."

"Well, you need to. That's how life goes." He replied, his voice sounding more and more cold with each word he said.

"I know..."

You wiped your tears, trying to be discreet. But he saw. And it shattered him. He felt his heart ache seeing you cry again. He wanted to reach out, to comfort you, to tell you that everything will be okay. But he couldn't. He couldn't just trust you again. "Don't cry..." He murmured.

"I can't help it." You mumbled. "This is so embarrassing..."

He couldn't help but laugh softly at your words. "Yeah, it kinda is."

You slowly kneeled down sat on your doorstep, letting out everything as you hid your face with your hands. "You can just go... I'll get inside in a minute anyways."

He couldn't just go, not like this. Not with you sobbing outside your doorstep and him sitting in the car, unable to comfort you. "Damn it..." He muttered to himself before letting out a deep sigh. He unbuckled his seatbelt and stepped out of the car.

He walked towards you, his footsteps slow. He sat down next to you on the doorstep, leaving some distance between the two of you.

"C'mon, stop crying, idiot." He finally spoke, his voice more gentle this time. "What are you even crying for?"

"For everything. I hurt you, I ruined our relationship. I basically fucked everything up. I always say I need to change but end up doing it again. I'm just... so fucking dumb, it's frustrating... Oh god, I sound so pathetic."

"You know what your problem is?" He shifted closer to you, leaning back against the wall. "You're being too hard on yourself. Sure, you messed up. You hurt me, you hurt yourself.. But crying and calling yourself dumb and pathetic won't make in any good." He said, his tone soft and sincere for the first time that day. "Don't call yourself weak. You've been through a lot, and you're still standing. That makes you stronger than you think." He shifted even closer, his arm now wrapping around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. He rested your head against his shoulder. You sniffled and wiped your tears. "You shouldn't be comforting me..." He chuckled softly at your words, the sound rumbling through his chest.

"Why not?" He asked, his hand playing with your hair, gently twirling it around his fingers. "I made you cry a few minutes ago. I don't think I deserve it." He shook his head, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Yeah, you did make me cry. But it doesn't mean that I don't care about you." "Thanks..." You muttered, now that you were feeling better and calmer. "No need to thank me." He replied softly, still playing with your hair. "You should get some rest." He stood up slowly, walking back to his car. He glanced at you one more time before softly saying "Goodbye." And you did an awkward wave and said "Goodbye." back as he drove away with a slight smile on his face. Maybe that was the last time you saw his beautiful eyes, his face, his smile or hugged him, felt yourself in his arms. You knew you loved him and he loved you too. You two weren't just meant together. And as he drove away, what he couldn’t see was that you were smiling too.

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uhm hi hello I'M BACK. i actually wrote this like almost 2 months ago and post it on quotev. ever since i wrote it i felt like i needed to post this on here too bc yes. honestly, i think this is one of my best works so far hehe! hope ygs enjoyed it! <3

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A LiTTLE TOO LATE ✿ LHS

💬──in which, you and your ex boyfriend still love each other but you can't just get together.

lee heeseung x fem!reader / angst, comfort . . . cw. drunk reader, mentions of breakups, skinship, lots of angst, cussing, lots of crying, heeseung is mad most of the time and kind of rude but definitely kinder at the end, reader is a little dumb.   + 2.3k wc ── ( masterlist! )   ◌ inspired by this bot by .loafenmi on c.ai!

THERE WERE PLENTY of things you regretted in life. Most of them were simple—a missed train, a text you never sent, words said in anger. But none compared to the ache you felt from breaking up with Lee Heeseung—the one person who made even your worst days feel bearable—just because you were going through a hard time.

It was ironic. You wanted to hug him, kiss him—to be with him even though you were the one who let him go. There was no going back, and you knew that. But still, a part of you always wished there was.

Now here you were—sitting on a park bench at midnight, phone in hand, drunk out of your mind, watching your screen as his name lit up. You weren’t sure what you expected if he’d even pick up, or what you’d say if he did. But you’d called him anyway. ─ more under cut!

"(Name)?" you finally heard him say on the other end. It was cold. Distant. As if he was answering a stranger.

"Oh! Hi, Hee!" you said cheerfully when you heard his sleepy voice.

There was a pause. You could practically hear him debating whether to hang up or stay on the line.

"...Are you drunk?" he asked finally, sighing. "I told you to not drink much, you know you're a lightweight. Go home. It's late."

"Can I come over?" you mumbled. "I'll catch a taxi."

"But we broke up."

You froze. You weren’t his anymore. But hearing it from him stung.

"From now on," he continued. "don’t call me when you’re drunk. We’re not... whatever we were anymore. You wanted it this way. Just go home, (Name). Call a taxi."

"Oh... Right."

He sighed once more, knowing that just by hearing your tone, he could understand you were definitely wasted. "So go home." He said nonchalantly. "Are you even near your house? Have you called a taxi?"

"It's alright. It's 10 minutes from here to my house anyways. I'll walk."

But no way in hell was he going to let you walk home alone, drunk, at night.

"No. You're not walking home." He responded firmly. "I'll pick you up instead. Where are you?"

"I thought you didn't wanna see me."

"I don't." He said truthfully, not even hesitating one bit. "But I’m not about to let you get hurt. Where are you?"

"No, it's oka-"        "I said I'll pick you up. Stop being stubborn and tell me your location."

You sighed, knowing how stubborn Heeseung could be as well. As much as you wanted to see him again, you didn't want him to come pick you up at this hour when it was obvious you woke him up. "Fine.. I'm at the park."        "Stay there and don't move."

He quickly grabbed his car keys, stepping out of his house. His steps were fast and he almost ran to his car, getting in and starting the engine. He was still a bit upset that you called him when you're drunk, but he couldn't just ignore you especially in this kind of situation. He was still worried.

It didn't take him so long to arrive at the park. And when he did, he finally saw you sitting on a swing, looking absolutely wasted.

He parked his car before getting out and approaching you. "You're so stupid, you know that?" He mumbled, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Rude."        "Whatever. Get in."

He helped you walk to his car, opening the door for you and helping you get in. When you were both in the car, he put on his seatbelt before starting the engine, turning the heater on to keep the car warm and comfortable.

After a few minutes in the car now that you were a lot more sober and could think properly, you spoke up and broke the awkward silence. "Sorry... for calling you this late."

"Yeah, you should be, dumbass. You're drunk and it's late. Not to mention you called me, out of all p-"

"Can you just stop with the insulting nicknames? It's annoying." You cut him off. "No, I don't want to. Besides, you deserve it. You shouldn't have even called me in the first place."

"And I said I'm sorry. I was even more drunk then and I didn't know what I was doing. If you didn't like me that much you could've just let me go home and block me so it doesn't happen again. I don't get what's your problem with me besides our breakup, you get mad so easily. You weren't like this before."

He took a deep breath before speaking, his tone still cold. "It's not like I hate you or anything. I just don't understand why you still care enough to call me, of all people, when you're drunk. You're the one who broke up with me, remember? Make it make sense."        "I was not on the right mind back then either. Everything was too much and I just wanted a little space. Maybe the way I did or worded that wasn't exactly right and I regret it but I was just trying to make it better for us."

Heeseung sighed with frustration before continuing, his voice now getting slightly higher. "Making things better for us? That's bullshit. If you really wanted things to be better for us, you should've told me how you were feeling. I would've given space to you if you told me. But no, miss I-don't-need-anyone-even-if-I'm-breaking-down decided to just leave without an explanation."

"I know and I said I'm sorry." His grip on the steering wheel tightened, as if he was trying to control the emotions building up inside him. "Sorry doesn't cut it."

You let out a scoff. "What else do you want me to do? Beg on my knees?"

He finally snapped, taking one hand off the steering wheel and running it through his hair in frustration. "I don't know, maybe start by explaining to me why you did it in the first place? How you could just so easily forget the two years we've spent together!"

"Look, I'm not good with words, okay? I was so dumb back then so I didn't know what to do when I was going through... hard times, I guess. I was just too mad at myself about everything and about all the shit I've been going through because of my mistakes that I forgot how you could feel about it. So, I'm sorry, for the millionth time today."

The car fell silent, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the wheel. You could tell he was thinking. Processing. Hurting.

"Why did you decide to call me, then? You could've called anyone else, but you chose to call your ex instead."

"Because I miss you." you whispered. It was the truth. Even if it didn’t justify anything.

He went still."Don't say that, you don't have the right to say you miss me after what you did."

"Stop acting like I did a serious crime."

"You have no idea how much it hurt me. Seeing you call me right now, telling me that you miss me. Do you even know how fucking painful that is for me right now? I've been trying to move on but you are not helping." He said, his voice cracking, the cold and nonchalant tone finally disappearing. "Is this some sort of sick joke to you?"

"What?" You said, frowning. "No, of course not. You know I would never do that."

He let out a scoff. "Then what is it? Why did you decide to call me right now? I don't fucking understand you."

"Heeseung, you should pull over." He let out a shaky breath, knowing you were right. He didn't even realize how tight his grip on the steering wheel was until you pointed it out. He quickly pulled over, leaning back against the seat after shutting off the engine.

You hesitated, then said quietly, "...You can cry if you want you know, I don't mind." You said at last. "It'll help you feel better and calm down after."

He was taken aback by your words. It wasn't something he expected you to say. He didn't say anything at first, just closed his eyes and leaned back. After a moment of silence, he spoke, his voice quiet and a bit shaky. "I don't want you to see me cry, idiot."

"It's not something embarrassing. Everyone cries." You said, your voice softer now. "I'm just saying I don't mind. Do whatever you want."

Another silence. Then the tears came—quiet at first, then all at once, his chest heaving with sobs he had buried for too long. "There you go. Just let it all out, it's gonna feel better."

He continued crying and letting all his emotions out. His voice was shaky and breathless but he managed to speak. "I-I missed you so fucking much, you don't understand."

Your chest tightened. You wanted to hug him, to undo the pain. But you were the reason he was crying. That guilt sat heavy on your shoulders. "I know it doesn't change anything but I'm really sorry, Hee. I really am."

It took him a while to finally calm down, his sobs turning into quiet hiccups as he tried to catch his breath. His eyes were red and puffy, and his face was still wet with tears. He wiped his face with the back of his hand, sniffling and trying to collect himself.

After he fully calmed down, he started the car again. "This is gonna be the last time we speak," he said his voice low but clear. "Once I drop you off, we're done. No calling, no texting, nothing. Don't try to reach out to me because I won't respond."

"...Alright," you whispered.

When the car finally stopped in front of your house, you unbuckled your seatbelt and got out. He sat there watching you getting out of his car. You stood outside of the car, just looking to him because you knew that was the last time you got to see his beautiful eyes.

"You should go in. It's cold."        "Yeah..." You said, even though you didn't move. You couldn't get yourself to move, to leave so early. You two looked at each other in silence for a moment before you spoke up. "Sorry, I just... I don't wanna leave. This feels wrong."

"Well, you need to. That's how life goes." He replied, his voice sounding more and more cold with each word he said.

"I know..."

You wiped your tears, trying to be discreet. But he saw. And it shattered him. He felt his heart ache seeing you cry again. He wanted to reach out, to comfort you, to tell you that everything will be okay. But he couldn't. He couldn't just trust you again. "Don't cry..." He murmured.

"I can't help it." You mumbled. "This is so embarrassing..."

He couldn't help but laugh softly at your words. "Yeah, it kinda is."

You slowly kneeled down sat on your doorstep, letting out everything as you hid your face with your hands. "You can just go... I'll get inside in a minute anyways."

He couldn't just go, not like this. Not with you sobbing outside your doorstep and him sitting in the car, unable to comfort you. "Damn it..." He muttered to himself before letting out a deep sigh. He unbuckled his seatbelt and stepped out of the car.

He walked towards you, his footsteps slow. He sat down next to you on the doorstep, leaving some distance between the two of you.

"C'mon, stop crying, idiot." He finally spoke, his voice more gentle this time. "What are you even crying for?"

"For everything. I hurt you, I ruined our relationship. I basically fucked everything up. I always say I need to change but end up doing it again. I'm just... so fucking dumb, it's frustrating... Oh god, I sound so pathetic."

"You know what your problem is?" He shifted closer to you, leaning back against the wall. "You're being too hard on yourself. Sure, you messed up. You hurt me, you hurt yourself.. But crying and calling yourself dumb and pathetic won't make in any good." He said, his tone soft and sincere for the first time that day. "Don't call yourself weak. You've been through a lot, and you're still standing. That makes you stronger than you think." He shifted even closer, his arm now wrapping around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. He rested your head against his shoulder. You sniffled and wiped your tears. "You shouldn't be comforting me..." He chuckled softly at your words, the sound rumbling through his chest.

"Why not?" He asked, his hand playing with your hair, gently twirling it around his fingers. "I made you cry a few minutes ago. I don't think I deserve it." He shook his head, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Yeah, you did make me cry. But it doesn't mean that I don't care about you." "Thanks..." You muttered, now that you were feeling better and calmer. "No need to thank me." He replied softly, still playing with your hair. "You should get some rest." He stood up slowly, walking back to his car. He glanced at you one more time before softly saying "Goodbye." And you did an awkward wave and said "Goodbye." back as he drove away with a slight smile on his face. Maybe that was the last time you saw his beautiful eyes, his face, his smile or hugged him, felt yourself in his arms. You knew you loved him and he loved you too. You two weren't just meant together. And as he drove away, what he couldn’t see was that you were smiling too.

.vmpivory    ©    all rights reserved    ━    2025

uhm hi hello I'M BACK. i actually wrote this like almost 2 months ago and post it on quotev. ever since i wrote it i felt like i needed to post this on here too bc yes. honestly, i think this is one of my best works so far hehe! hope ygs enjoyed it! <3

TAGLiST: @wonsprincess @orimuraa @heeaara